Precious Dark (2/3)

Feb 25, 2011 16:50



Title: Precious Dark
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The Doctor, the sonic-screwdriver and the TARDIS to my fics: The always fantastic ms_belle10 , thank you so much!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: R
Summary: Dominic is the prey and Matthew is the hunter
Warnings: Sexual content, language
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction.
Notes: AU

Okay, I know I said this was a one-shot, but it’s now a three part :) So here is part two, I hope you like it!



The Bellamy Mansion was the kind of mansion you mainly see in movies. It was old, huge, gorgeous and on top of a hill. The sun was slowly going to bed behind the hill and it gave the mansion an eerie feeling to it.

Just outside the gateway to the Bellamy Mansion, Dominic stood and stared at the mansion. He held the note from yesterday in his hand. He, like everyone else in this area of London, knew the ghost stories about the Bellamy Mansion very well. But now that he knew, or at least had a pretty clear idea of what had really happened, it felt wrong; it was supposed to be a mystery.

~*~

In the 1800’s George Bellamy had a gigantic mansion built just outside London. He wanted the house to be the family pride; his oldest son Paul would inherit it when he died. Mr. and Mrs. Bellamy had two sons, the firstborn Paul and his younger brother, Matthew. They were a respected family whom most people thought highly of and other families begged Mr. Bellamy to introduce their daughters to his sons.

As George Bellamy’s sons grew up, Paul showed a good attitude towards women, loved the upper-class life and the whole city spoke well of him. His brother Matthew was the complete opposite; he didn’t care for any women apart from prostitutes and was often seen around the lower class. The upper class spoke badly about him, the middle class didn’t speak of him at all, and the lower class praised him. They said he showed that we all are in reality lower class people, some of us just believe they are better, when they are not.

One day, Matthew disappeared and no one saw him for a year. The rumours said he had left the city together with a handsome young man. The Bellamys spent a month searching for him, but in the end they gave up. They thought he was gone forever, but one night he appeared out of nowhere on their doorstep. In euphoria they let him in at once; their lost son had returned.

Only a week after the return of Matthew, Paul was reported murdered. It was said that he was found torn to pieces in his bed. Mr. and Mrs. Bellamy were crushed; their perfect firstborn was dead. About a week later Mr. Bellamy changed his will and testament so Matthew would now inherit the mansion. The day after the change in the will had been made, Mrs. and Mr. Bellamy were found killed and torn to pieces in a back alley in a dodgy part of London. Of course Matthew was suspected to be the murderer, but he was nowhere to be found. People started to believe he was dead, too.

For a long time the Bellamy Mansion was left alone, but one day, five young lads decided to take a look inside. Only one of the five lads returned. He said the mansion was haunted by an evil demon that had killed and torn the other four to pieces.

~*~

Dominic looked at the sun; five more minutes now and it would be gone. Five more minutes and he would, for the second time, meet the creature who had killed his own family for the sake of a house, but had made sure Dom was comfortable after he had intercourse with him.

The sun was gone and Dom walked trough the gateway and up the hill to the mansion. He hesitated when he reached the door; should he knock or just walk right in? He didn’t have to worry for long because all of the sudden, the door opened and a smiling Matthew greeted him.

“Hello there, gorgeous,” Matthew smiled.

“Hi, it’s nice, well I guess pleasure is the right word, to see you again,” Dominic said.

“Pleasure is definitely the right word,” Matthew said seductively.

Matthew gripped Dom’s hand and pulled him inside. He pinned Dom against the wall locked his lips on Dom’s. Dominic kissed him hungrily back, while Matthew gently stroked the inside of Dom’s thighs. Matthew kissed the spot he had bit down upon the night before and a moan escaped Dominic’s mouth.

“I hope you like handcuffs,” the brunette said and dragged the blonde away from the entrance.

On their way to the bedroom, they passed a living room, a hall, a music room and a library which all seemed to have been untouched since the 19th century. Matthew opened the door to a bedroom and Dom’s jaw dropped at the sight; the room was huge. There was a fireplace with two armchairs and a bookshelf standing beside it, an old desk with old pictures and journals lying on top of it and a gigantic canopy bed.

Dom didn’t get to look around in the room for long before Matthew dragged him towards the bed.

“This is coming off,” Matthew said and pointed at Dom’s shirt.

Matthew unbuttoned Dom’s shirt and moaned at the sight of tanned skin. He kissed Dominic’s nipples and continued to kiss his way down to the waistband of Dom’s jeans. He kissed the bulge in Dominic pants trough the fabric.

“Fuck,” the blonde moaned in pleasure.

Matthew smiled and pulled down Dom’s pants and boxers before he pushed him towards the bed. Dom let himself fall down in the soft four-poster bed. Handcuffs dangled from Matthew’s hands, and still dressed, he placed a knee on each side of Dom’s stomach and handcuffed his hands to the bedposts.

Dominic spread his legs, hoping that Matthew would undress himself, but Matthew had other plans. He made his way to the end of the bed and made sure that Dom had a good view of him, before he started to undress. Matthew unbuttoned his shirt slowly and palmed himself through his trousers once before he decided it was time to get rid of all of his clothes.

Dominic was tempted to groan at Matthew’s teasing, but knowing one that one wrong move could cost him his life, he didn’t dare. The brunette finally walked over to Dom and stroke gently on his thighs.

“So soft skin,” Matthew sighed as he studied Dom. “So tan and alive.”

Grey lust filled eyes met blue as a wet kiss was pressed against Dom’s lips and his nipples were gently pinched by a pair of cold hands. Matthew lay down on top of Dom and the feeling of skin against skin aroused both of them even more than they already were.

Matthew offered Dom three of his fingers which Dom accepted without hesitation and sucked hungrily at them. Matthew’s other hand found its way to Dominic’s hard cock and wrapped around it. Slow strokes back and forth caused moans to escape the mouth of the cock’s owner. The moans made Matthew close his eyes in satisfaction.

The fingers were removed from Dominic’s mouth and one of them circled his entrance before Matthew pushed it gently inside. One finger became two and two became three. When Matthew was stretching him, one of his long slender fingers hit Dom’s prostate. Dom screamed out in pleasure and the fingers were removed. Dominic whimpered at the loss of skin contact, but the whimper turned into a moan as the fingers were replaced by a hard cock.

Matthew smeared Dom’s pre-come over Dom’s cock and licked along his own finger.

“You taste just as good today,” Matthew moaned.

In time with his thrusts Matthew wanked Dom, as he set up the pace moans became more frequent from both parties.

“Shit, I’m…” Dom moaned and pulled at the chains.

Just split seconds before Dominic came, Matthew bit down upon the same spot as he had yesterday. Once again, his mouth was filled with Dom’s blood. The ruby coloured and iron tasting blood sent Matthew over the peak; he couldn’t remember ever feeling a pleasure that satisfying.

For a couple of seconds, Matthew laid still on top if Dominic, he eventually got up and dressed. Matthew looked over at Dom who lay passed out on the bed. His hands were still handcuffed to the bed, there were blood stains on his neck and his summer tan had gone slightly paler.

What should he do? Matthew wondered. He should just leave him there instinct told him, but even deeper emotions told him to make sure he was okay. His emotions won and Matthew uncuffed Dom, got him dressed and put the duvet around him. Smiling, Matthew bent down and licked the blood stains on Dominic’s neck. The blood still tasted sweet.

Matthew was about to leave the room when he turned around and looked at Dominic. He knew he should leave him and forget him, but he couldn’t. Dom’s blood was so sweet; Matthew couldn’t let it go because he was growing addicted to it. He saw that the prey’s skin had gotten paler because of the blood loss; he knew drinking from him once more would be risky, it could cost Dominic his life. But that didn’t matter, did it? Matthew wasn’t sure, but he knew he had to have more of Dom’s blood.

He ran down to the cellar, where he found a pen and a piece of paper. He scribbled a note and ran back upstairs and placed the note on the bedside table. All he could do now was to hope that Dominic did what stood on the note.

slash, matt bellamy, au, dom howard, museslash, precious dark, alternative universe, fiction, muse

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