Protection
Title: Protection
Author:
darkshining
Pairing: belldom
Rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: mention of abuse
Summary: He had perfection. [based on this prompt on mkmeme]
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse. It's all fiction.
Author's note: I'm feeling particularly awful today, but I meant to write this thingy. It hits very close to home to me, which is why I wrote it. Hope it's good ^-^ I might be a little inactive for a while now, as I need to get my shit together in school and stop sobbing about things I won't be able to go [glares at muse show next month] anyway, I'm rambling lmao reviews are, as always, welcome :)
The room was filled with red soft light, drapes closely shut to avoid any interference in their particular world. It wasn't a big room, not at all, but it felt like a whole universe of emotions were filling it.
The bed was still well made with the wine tinted duvet, the pillows arranged neatly side by side and two men sitting in front of each other, further than they wish they were, but somehow too close to comfort.
"Your room is beautiful." Dominic finally broke the haunting silence. It was indeed the most beautiful place he had been; the wall beside the bed had a photo wall, but instead of pictures, they were filled with written poems. The opposite wall had three guitars rested upon them and beside those, a lamp with red light on and a small wardrobe. Everywhere the pattern of red and black repeated itself, except for the cold blue dot sitting in front of him, spikes of hair that looked like ice making an aura around him. He truly looked like an angel.
"Thank you... I had to hide all the mess, it tends to get horribly... messy." Matthew answered, his voice low, as he always had. His shoulders were retracted and hands fidgeting nervously on his lap. He wore a black long sleeved top, so attached to his torso it was possible to see how his chest moved fast with his unsteady breathing. Matthew was a few years younger than Dominic, but right now he looked even younger, not daring to look away from the duvet, invested on his own almost apathetic bubble. A bubble that Dominic felt he could break.
"I wouldn't mind, you know. You're all that matters, anyway." those words made Matthew curl into his atmosphere even further, but Dom could catch a glimpse of a smile. "You can take it back, ok?" Matthew looked at the blonde through the sky blue hair in front of his eyes, with a questioning. "I mean, you don't have to do this."
In that moment, the amethyst glare from Matthew struck Dominic with hint of fright mixed with anxiety. He fixed his electric blue hair quickly and looked away again, Dominic repeating his movement as a reflection. The boy had told Dominic about his story a few months ago, in between sobs and small reassuring kisses, the pain in Matthew's words flowing through Dominic's bloodstream, who had cried as well. It was too much suffering for this perfect human being, the least deserving of any kind of pain on Earth.
He didn't want to startle his young boyfriend, so he never made any moves beyond what Matthew agreed with; hence why this was the first time they were alone in his bedroom for the first time in 8 months. With anyone else, things probably would've moved faster, but not with Matthew; and Dominic didn't care at all.
"I don't want to take it back, Dom. I want this... you. I want you. I just need... to feel safe, you know? I never felt safe with them..." he trailed off, hiding his face in his hands. The silence in the room made his sobbing more poignant, and the blonde man couldn't help but reach out for the small shaking figure in front of his. He wrapped his arms tightly around Matthew's shoulders, who soon held him back by his waist.
"I'm here for you, Matty. I will make you feel safe..." Dominic placed a kiss on the top of his head. "...and loved..." another kiss. "...and everything you deserve." Dominic caught Matthew's chin with his fingers softly, lifting his head so they could look at each other. The blonde man would never get tired of the matching tone of Matthew's hair and eyes, how deeply those colors had changed him and made him realize he didn’t need anything else beyond that blue. Even though the eyes were now filled with tears, it only made them glisten even more, it made Matthew look real for as much as Dom thought he couldn’t be.
The younger boy blushed with Dominic’s intense stare, but didn’t look away. Instead, he straightened himself in front of his lover, not once letting go of him or getting away. The grey eyes stared into his blue ones, asking for permission, which was quickly granted.
Dominic closed the distance between their lips carefully, touching Matthew’s face as if it was made of porcelain. He stroked his cheekbone with his thumb, wiping every trace of tears that could be there still. Matthew didn’t move his body while they kissed, the only change was how hard he was gripping Dom’s grey shirt, pulling it down and twisting it inside his fist.
Dom's hands started to travel through the thin figure they were holding, taking care to remember every detail he could trace with his digits. The ribs were evident even through the shirt, a sign of the thinness that ever so often worried Dominic. His waist was fragile and narrow, probably not being able to take much pressure from any fingers. While the older man traced that dream-like body, shivers ran down Matthew's spine; for as much as he wanted to give himself completely to Dominic, he couldn't shake the memories off. He hunched his back, getting away from the kiss and from his boyfriend. He went as far as he could and again curled himself, hugging his knees. Dominic only looked as his lover moved away.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Matthew mumbled, not sure if he was apologizing to Dominic or to himself. The closer they got to their moment of full rendition, the clearer it was for Dominic how much Matt had suffered. The pangs of years being abused still burnt on his skin, his mind was still bruised by every man that violated him. Dominic wanted to heal those bruises and take out the fire that hurt him. He wanted to bury Matthew's past and build the bright future he deserved.
"Don't apologize." Dominic put his hand on the bony shoeless feet in front of him, and waited until Matthew raised his head. His eyes weren't filled with tears, he wasn't crying; he was ashamed. "You have nothing to apologize, nothing to be ashamed. Matthew, I want you to understand something..." with that, Dom asked with his eyes for him to come closer.
The blue haired boy obeyed but carefully, keeping his knees together when he sat on top of his feet. "You are the most important person in the world." Dom continued. "You know, you are worthy of every good thing in the world and I want to give everything to you, every good feeling you should have." he slowly reached his hand and placed on Matthew's thigh. The boy gasped but didn't flinch. "If you don't want me to do this, I'll understand and respect you fully, because Matthew James Bellamy... My Matty..." the blue haired boy smiled, his crooked teeth making him so adorable. "I love you. I never said this and I don't know why, but I do love you, with every single part of me, and I want you to be happy. I want to make you as happy as you make me."
A long silence fell after this. Matthew looked at Dom, soaking in that moment, the first time he said "I love you". The look on his face, the clothes we wore, the setting and the atmosphere. The smile was still glued to Matthew's face when he answered a quiet and shy "I love you too, Dominic."
The blonde man didn't move, as he wanted Matt to take the lead; he wanted him to feel comfortable. Slowly, the slim legs parted and straddled Dominic, the shivers still present while Matt seated on his lap, but now were in second plan. Matthew loved that man in front of him, he surer about that than he ever was of anything. All the poems glued to his walls were about Dominic, all the chords he played were for him and every breath he took was dedicated to him. And he was finally aware of how it felt like to be loved back. Bliss ran through his veins with more intensity than pain ever did.
"Kiss me." a soft silk voice whispered, and Dominic was happy to obey the command, holding that boy like the treasure he was, kissing the thin lips and savoring them, marking their taste in that particular moment as his favorite. Their bodies were closer by the second and it felt like they could occupy the same place, regardless of any laws of Physics.
After minutes of satisfying lip-locking, the lips that were pressed against Matthew's traveled to the exposed ivory skin of his neck. He felt the shivering and thought about stopping, but Matthew held his head in place, tangling the long fingers on his blonde hair. Matthew wanted his skin to be marked with a different kind of bruise, he wanted that man to erase every hurt with his love and Dom was committed to it. He had perfection placed on his hands, on his lips and on his heart.
Author:
darkshining
Pairing: belldom
Rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: mention of abuse
Summary: He had perfection. [based on this prompt on mkmeme]
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse. It's all fiction.
Author's note: I'm feeling particularly awful today, but I meant to write this thingy. It hits very close to home to me, which is why I wrote it. Hope it's good ^-^ I might be a little inactive for a while now, as I need to get my shit together in school and stop sobbing about things I won't be able to go [glares at muse show next month] anyway, I'm rambling lmao reviews are, as always, welcome :)
The room was filled with red soft light, drapes closely shut to avoid any interference in their particular world. It wasn't a big room, not at all, but it felt like a whole universe of emotions were filling it.
The bed was still well made with the wine tinted duvet, the pillows arranged neatly side by side and two men sitting in front of each other, further than they wish they were, but somehow too close to comfort.
"Your room is beautiful." Dominic finally broke the haunting silence. It was indeed the most beautiful place he had been; the wall beside the bed had a photo wall, but instead of pictures, they were filled with written poems. The opposite wall had three guitars rested upon them and beside those, a lamp with red light on and a small wardrobe. Everywhere the pattern of red and black repeated itself, except for the cold blue dot sitting in front of him, spikes of hair that looked like ice making an aura around him. He truly looked like an angel.
"Thank you... I had to hide all the mess, it tends to get horribly... messy." Matthew answered, his voice low, as he always had. His shoulders were retracted and hands fidgeting nervously on his lap. He wore a black long sleeved top, so attached to his torso it was possible to see how his chest moved fast with his unsteady breathing. Matthew was a few years younger than Dominic, but right now he looked even younger, not daring to look away from the duvet, invested on his own almost apathetic bubble. A bubble that Dominic felt he could break.
"I wouldn't mind, you know. You're all that matters, anyway." those words made Matthew curl into his atmosphere even further, but Dom could catch a glimpse of a smile. "You can take it back, ok?" Matthew looked at the blonde through the sky blue hair in front of his eyes, with a questioning. "I mean, you don't have to do this."
In that moment, the amethyst glare from Matthew struck Dominic with hint of fright mixed with anxiety. He fixed his electric blue hair quickly and looked away again, Dominic repeating his movement as a reflection. The boy had told Dominic about his story a few months ago, in between sobs and small reassuring kisses, the pain in Matthew's words flowing through Dominic's bloodstream, who had cried as well. It was too much suffering for this perfect human being, the least deserving of any kind of pain on Earth.
He didn't want to startle his young boyfriend, so he never made any moves beyond what Matthew agreed with; hence why this was the first time they were alone in his bedroom for the first time in 8 months. With anyone else, things probably would've moved faster, but not with Matthew; and Dominic didn't care at all.
"I don't want to take it back, Dom. I want this... you. I want you. I just need... to feel safe, you know? I never felt safe with them..." he trailed off, hiding his face in his hands. The silence in the room made his sobbing more poignant, and the blonde man couldn't help but reach out for the small shaking figure in front of his. He wrapped his arms tightly around Matthew's shoulders, who soon held him back by his waist.
"I'm here for you, Matty. I will make you feel safe..." Dominic placed a kiss on the top of his head. "...and loved..." another kiss. "...and everything you deserve." Dominic caught Matthew's chin with his fingers softly, lifting his head so they could look at each other. The blonde man would never get tired of the matching tone of Matthew's hair and eyes, how deeply those colors had changed him and made him realize he didn’t need anything else beyond that blue. Even though the eyes were now filled with tears, it only made them glisten even more, it made Matthew look real for as much as Dom thought he couldn’t be.
The younger boy blushed with Dominic’s intense stare, but didn’t look away. Instead, he straightened himself in front of his lover, not once letting go of him or getting away. The grey eyes stared into his blue ones, asking for permission, which was quickly granted.
Dominic closed the distance between their lips carefully, touching Matthew’s face as if it was made of porcelain. He stroked his cheekbone with his thumb, wiping every trace of tears that could be there still. Matthew didn’t move his body while they kissed, the only change was how hard he was gripping Dom’s grey shirt, pulling it down and twisting it inside his fist.
Dom's hands started to travel through the thin figure they were holding, taking care to remember every detail he could trace with his digits. The ribs were evident even through the shirt, a sign of the thinness that ever so often worried Dominic. His waist was fragile and narrow, probably not being able to take much pressure from any fingers. While the older man traced that dream-like body, shivers ran down Matthew's spine; for as much as he wanted to give himself completely to Dominic, he couldn't shake the memories off. He hunched his back, getting away from the kiss and from his boyfriend. He went as far as he could and again curled himself, hugging his knees. Dominic only looked as his lover moved away.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Matthew mumbled, not sure if he was apologizing to Dominic or to himself. The closer they got to their moment of full rendition, the clearer it was for Dominic how much Matt had suffered. The pangs of years being abused still burnt on his skin, his mind was still bruised by every man that violated him. Dominic wanted to heal those bruises and take out the fire that hurt him. He wanted to bury Matthew's past and build the bright future he deserved.
"Don't apologize." Dominic put his hand on the bony shoeless feet in front of him, and waited until Matthew raised his head. His eyes weren't filled with tears, he wasn't crying; he was ashamed. "You have nothing to apologize, nothing to be ashamed. Matthew, I want you to understand something..." with that, Dom asked with his eyes for him to come closer.
The blue haired boy obeyed but carefully, keeping his knees together when he sat on top of his feet. "You are the most important person in the world." Dom continued. "You know, you are worthy of every good thing in the world and I want to give everything to you, every good feeling you should have." he slowly reached his hand and placed on Matthew's thigh. The boy gasped but didn't flinch. "If you don't want me to do this, I'll understand and respect you fully, because Matthew James Bellamy... My Matty..." the blue haired boy smiled, his crooked teeth making him so adorable. "I love you. I never said this and I don't know why, but I do love you, with every single part of me, and I want you to be happy. I want to make you as happy as you make me."
A long silence fell after this. Matthew looked at Dom, soaking in that moment, the first time he said "I love you". The look on his face, the clothes we wore, the setting and the atmosphere. The smile was still glued to Matthew's face when he answered a quiet and shy "I love you too, Dominic."
The blonde man didn't move, as he wanted Matt to take the lead; he wanted him to feel comfortable. Slowly, the slim legs parted and straddled Dominic, the shivers still present while Matt seated on his lap, but now were in second plan. Matthew loved that man in front of him, he surer about that than he ever was of anything. All the poems glued to his walls were about Dominic, all the chords he played were for him and every breath he took was dedicated to him. And he was finally aware of how it felt like to be loved back. Bliss ran through his veins with more intensity than pain ever did.
"Kiss me." a soft silk voice whispered, and Dominic was happy to obey the command, holding that boy like the treasure he was, kissing the thin lips and savoring them, marking their taste in that particular moment as his favorite. Their bodies were closer by the second and it felt like they could occupy the same place, regardless of any laws of Physics.
After minutes of satisfying lip-locking, the lips that were pressed against Matthew's traveled to the exposed ivory skin of his neck. He felt the shivering and thought about stopping, but Matthew held his head in place, tangling the long fingers on his blonde hair. Matthew wanted his skin to be marked with a different kind of bruise, he wanted that man to erase every hurt with his love and Dom was committed to it. He had perfection placed on his hands, on his lips and on his heart.