These People Are Torn - Chapter 6
Title: These People Are Torn
Rating: PG (because of violence)
Pairing: Belldom
Story Summary: Ever since the one he loved left him, Dominic Howard has been torn. In pure frustration and grief, he became one of the most skilled assassins in the land. But his next target brings up old memories; memories he's not sure of he wants to remember...
It was Sunday. The day of worship. The streets were mostly empty, but there were the brave few who stayed home and did not pray. If it was a city, those people would most like be dead. Perhaps that was why Matthew moved to a place like that. There was less risk of being persecuted for what you believed in.
Dominic sat on the old bed, and sharpened his short blade, the scraping sound making a continuous rhythm.
Why was it proving so difficult to just kill Wolstenholme already?
There was a knock on the door, and it opened slightly.
"Sorry sir, but there's someone here to see you." The innkeeper said, and he opened the door wider.
Matthew walked in.
"How did you find me?" Dominic asked, shocked.
"Well, it is one of the only inns in town." he replied.
"What are you you doing here then?"
"I came to see you."
"You don't go to mass?"
"Of course not."
"Where's Christopher?"
"At mass."
"Okay. What do you want?"
"I don't know... I want to know more about you. What have you done in these last few years? Where did you go?"
"I don't really want to talk about that." Dominic said. It would be too difficult to make up a lie about that information there and then.
"I just... I feel as though I barely know you."
"May I ask you a question?" Dominic started. "What was going through your head, when you decided to leave?"
Matthew looked grave, but didn't reply.
"Walk me through it." Dominic said.
"Well... the raiders were in town. They were everywhere. People were being ripped out their homes every day, and forced to confess herecy. I thought of us. We were... together. Since the raiders were many, I thought the chance of us being found out was great. Surely they'd have no reason not to do the same to us as the others. To them, we were... a breach in nature, and insult to God. I didn't think we would be spared. So one night, I decided that the best thing to do," Matthew sniffed, and his voice wobbled. "was to leave."
"Matthew", Dominic placed a hand on Matthew's shoulder. "I am sorry about before, when I was angry at you for leaving. I understand now that you only did what you believed to be right, and I respect that."
"But was it right?" he asked. "Look at us now. We are barely anything. We are almost like strangers."
"That is not true. We know each other better than anyone else, even with these years between us. We know each other in here." Dominic took hold of Matthew's hand, and held it to his chest.
Matthew smiled, and moved closer to wrap an arm around Dominic.
"Can I please call you Dom again?" he whispered in his ear.
"Okay; Matt." Dominic replied, and Matt led him out of the room.
"Where are we going?" Dom asked.
"Come to my house, it is much nicer than here."
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Matt poured him some ale.
"You shouldn't give me this." Dom smirked.
"Why not?"
"It makes me do strange things."
"What kind of strange things?"
"Things you wouldn't like very much."
Matt took a look at the bottle. "Well, it's fine for me. I don't want to drink it by myself."
"Okay, I will for you."
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Three tankards of ale later, Dominic sat in a pile of blankets in the corner, while Matthew finished cleaning the dishes. He felt a bit light headed and uncomfortable. He should go soon...
Matthew knelt down in front of Dominic, and put his arms over his shoulders.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm taking this off." Matt said, as he unbuckled Dom's shoulder belt.
"Why are you doing that?"
"I can't get close to you when you have knives hanging off your chest." Matthew grinned, and put the belt aside.
He moved closer, and brushed his fingers against Dom's jawline. Dom felt worried. What was he doing?
Matt moved close to Dom's face, and was about to place his lips onto his, when Dom shifted back.
"I cannot do this."
"Dom, I know it's been a long time, but please..."
Matthew's lips met Dom's, and he planted a soft kiss. What would Manson think of this?
Dom felt really hot on the inside. He undid the top buttons of his shirt, before planting his lips on Matt's neck. Matt wrapped his arms around Dom's waist and held him tight, while Dom slid his arms along the sides of Matt's torso. His hands travelled up his body, and was nearly at his shoulders--
"Arrrgghh!" Matt shouted in pain.
Dom pulled his hands back and looked at Matt's collarbone area. His shirt was stained red. His gaze then rested on his own left arm. His blade was protruding out of his sleeve, blood on its tip. Matt spotted the blade.
"What is that?" he shouted.
"Matt, I'm so sorry! I forgot it was there!"
"Why do you have that? You could have killed me!"
"I'm sorry, Matthew, please believe me. I need to get you something."
"No! I'll do it. Just go."
Dom opened his mouth to argue, but Matt shot him a glare, one he'd never seen before.
Dom picked up his belt and swung it over his shoulder, before heading for the door. With his last glance inside, he saw Matthew at the water pale, dabbing his wound.
What have I done?