Title: Sleep Demons (One Shot)
Author:
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Title: Drabbles
Author: engel_sehnsucht
Betas: sheerpoetry & theyellow_daisy, thank you both!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: Varied. The highest is 18/NC-17.
Feedback: would be great. I'd love to know which you like best. :)
Warnings: Nothing, I think
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt, Dom, or any of the songs/lyrics used. This is complete fiction: it never happened. No offence is intended and no profit is ( Read more... )

Confidence was a virtue that Matthew knew he would never get back. It had been ripped out of him the day that his family had rejected him and cast him out. It had taken a lot of confidence for Dominic to say what he had said, and he respected that, but he could not answer Dominic's silent pleas shot at him from his grey eyes. He could not just ( Read more... )

Matt crept into the room, his footsteps a gentle padding against the carpet. It was completely silent, save for Dominic’s breathing, as quiet as a whisper in the oppressive darkness. He fell to his knees before the sleeping blonde lying on the sofa, his chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath he took, his lean body covered by his blanket ( Read more... )

I live in darkness now. I went to sleep yesterday with the hope that things could be different from when he first bought me, I woke up with that hope, but now I'm going to sleep in what will be my environment now: darkness. I can't see a way out of this now. He owns me; he owns me completely. I am completely dependent on him: I couldn't survive ( Read more... )

Christmas passed swiftly; almost too swiftly for Matthew. He was enjoying spending time with his best friends and watching Dominic become friendly with them. When the Wolstenholmes waved them off on the twenty eighth, the children waving from the living room window, where Kelly had sent them because it was cold, Matthew was sad to go. He had missed ( Read more... )

‘Come on, Dominic!’ Matthew called from the door of the flat. He was carrying his bag of clothes and a couple of plastic bags of presents that he and Dominic had bought for Matthew’s friends and their family. Dominic struggled through the bedroom door, carrying as many bags as Matthew was.

‘Ready?’

Dominic nodded and the pair began their walk to ( Read more... )

Matthew knocked on Chris’ front door, stamping to keep the blood flowing to and warming his feet. He didn't have to wait long; the door was soon opened by his friend.

‘Mate!’ Chris cried in greeting, pulling Matt into a rib-crushing hug. ‘How’s it going? Come in.’

Chris took Matt’s coat and red scarf, draping them over a radiator. Matt raised an ( Read more... )

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Matthew walked through the door. He shoved it shut and locked it, locking out the person he had been with Chris. He strolled through to the living room, meeting Dom’s gaze as the blonde turned his head to look at him.

‘Alright?’ Matthew asked. Dominic nodded, eyes dropping down and back up to Matthew’s again. Matthew held his gaze before walking ( Read more... )