Wastelands [3/3]
Title: Wastelands
Pairing: Matt/Dom
Rating: nc-17/18
Feedback: pretty, pretty please!
Warnings: complete au - mentions of prostitution and violence, very minor brief mentions of drug use and suicide, angst, SEX!
Summary: A brutal dictatorship, a life of fear and poverty, and a sick lottery that nobody wants to win.
Disclaimer: All of this is completely a work of fiction. It is set in an alternative universe. Any events similar to anything that may have happened in real life is purely coincidental, and the locations are all ficticious. I do not own Muse or anybody affiliated with them. This is not for profit, and everything in this work completely from my own mind.
A/N: So this began as a fill for my 'fuck or die' trope for
ms_bingo, and it flowered into one of my favourite things that I have ever written. I poured myself into making an universe and setting everything up in this world, and I could never have done it without the constant help, motivation, and straight up endless love that my dearest
drunkpond provided me with. I hope that people like this. I really do. It's like our baby. Also, this is just over 10k, so I've had to split it down the middle.
Darling Gubse made a mix for this, which is unbelievably exciting! You can hear it here.
Matthew's eyes drift shut for a moment and he nods, making a small sound of consent, lips parted with anticipation. He sits up and Dominic pushes the shoulders of the jumpsuit down his arms, removing it from his legs. The blond makes a small sound of admiration as he takes in Matthew’s naked form, expecting at least underwear but being pleasantly surprised at the lack thereof. Matthew feels himself blush a little, and he runs a hand through his hair before standing to undress Dominic. He begins by returning the favour, unbuttoning his suit jacket and pushing it from his shoulders, discarding it on the chaise longue. He takes his time, hungrily taking in Dominic’s appearance, and when he discovers that the blond is wearing braces he can’t help but slide a long finger under one of them, pulling it slightly and releasing it with a playful snap.
He pulls them off of each side, letting them hang limp at Dominic’s hips before pulling at his tie and slipping it from around his neck. Matthew then begins to unbutton the shirt, and Dominic makes no effort to help, but rather watches Matthew at work. As the latter gets through about half of the buttons he begins to kiss Dominic’s neck, fumbling through the rest of them until he is able to remove it as well, following the contours of the blond’s arms as he slides it off.
Matthew lies back down on the bed, followed by Dominic, and he tries to relax into the feel of the satin beneath him, its silky touch caressing his previously abused skin as Dominic begins to caress other parts of his body. He feels Dominic’s hands on his thighs, stroking the skin before moving to his hips. He sees a brief flash of hesitation in the grey eyes that look down at him, and Matthew remembers that Dominic has almost never done this before.
“Relax,” Matthew coos, softly and reassuringly, and the tension seems to melt away from Dominic, if only slightly. “I don’t have much more experience than you do, so we’ll get through this together one step at a time, yes?”
Dominic nods with a small smile, pushing his hands slowly up Matthew’s sides and spreading his fingers out. He can feel beneath his fingertips that Matthew isn’t following his own advice particularly well, his body still slightly tense, but they are both inexperienced and they have not even scratched the surfaces of one anothers’ lives and personalities, and so they each feel that there is an understandable reason to be worried. They both make an effort, though, and they both consciously decide to let what happens happen.
The blond neglects the brunet’s cock at first - he decides to get Matthew a little more worked up before he touches it, wanting to explore the little areas that make his breath hitch, wanting to get to know the small, pleasurable sounds he makes when Dominic finds the right places and exploits them. Dominic loves that about people, their uniqueness, the way that contact with small, seemingly insignificant areas can drive a particular person crazy, like a feather-light stroke across the back of a knee, or a suck of an earlobe, or kisses tracing over ribs. He loves the idea of finding unexpected pleasure points, weak spots that could make someone putty in your hands. He wants Matthew to fall apart at his touch.
And he does, it seems.
The first real moan is from Matthew, and it occurs when Dominic places a few teasing kisses on Matthew’s hipbones. It all sounds simply divine, and he instantly wants more, happy to have found his first weak spot. He brushes his thumbs across them, grinning at the way Matthew fidgets and squirms. He places one more kiss there before moving up, climbing on top of his partner as gracefully as he can and straddling his lean hips. He is still wearing his suit trousers, and Matthew reaches to begin unbuttoning them but Dominic guides his hands to from his trousers to his hips instead. He then takes his own hands and flattens them on Matthew’s chest, supporting himself by pinning the brunet’s shoulders to the bed.
“This...” he begins, ducking his head to look at Matthew’s hands on his hips, the way his legs fit perfectly either side of Matthew’s waist, the darkened shade of blue that Matthew’s eyes have become. “This is so right.” The brunet hums in agreeance, thrusting his hips up to get friction against Dominic’s trousers. “Someone’s eager, eh?”
Matthew grunts. “You could say that.”
“I think it’s time I paid you some proper attention,” Dominic says, voice sultry and low. He ducks to place a chaste kiss on Matthew’s lips before moving back to sit between his lean thighs. He looks at Matthew’s cock as if it is to be worshipped, barely wrapping his hand around it and stroking up it slowly and gently. The gentle movement drives Matthew crazy, the need for more making his toes curl and scrunch up against the scarlet satin. He almost mewls, his fingers grabbing the fabric to prevent himself from producing sounds that are stupidly embarrassing. He consciously decides that he must reign himself in, not allowing himself to get too excited too soon. There’s a small nagging concern in the back of his mind, given how long it’s been, but he pushes it aside, determined to enjoy the experience. Dominic seems highly entertained from his spot between Matthew’s spread legs, and of course, he’s more than aroused.
It doesn’t take more than a few strokes to get Matthew half-hard, the anticipation and atmosphere (and lack of practice) going straight to his crotch. He’s begging Dominic’s name, pleading for him to give him more, and the latter is only too obliging. Dominic had made sure that there would be plenty of lubricant and good quality condoms in the bedside dresser when his father had organised the event, and he climbs from the bed, standing to remove his trousers (slowly and teasingly, facing away from Matthew and revelling in the whimper he makes when Dominic bends over - especially the second time, when he is removing the briefs which had clung to him) He pulls open a drawer to retrieve the necessary items before returning to his place between Matthew's spread legs.
The first this he does once he is back on the bed is open the bottle of lubricant, squirting a thick streak onto two of his fingers. He smears it all over the digits with his thumb before he reaches behind himself and pushes one inside carefully. He lets out a long, low groan, throwing his head back before he drops the bottle onto the sheets and grasps Matthew’s cock with his spare hand.
“Dominic,” he whines, watching Dominic's face contort with pleasure as he fingers himself. “I really don’t know how long I’m going to last like this. It’s been a while.”
“Don’t worry, Matthew,” he pants, grinding down against his hand. “I’m the same.”
After thoroughly thrusting two fingers easily inside of himself, Dominic removes his hand and reaches for one of the condoms, tearing open the packet and slowly rolling the rubber skin onto Matthew’s length. He then positions himself to take Matthew, thighs already trembling from his thorough finger fuck, and when he is ready he guides the brunet’s hard cock to his entrance.
“You ready?” he breathes, looking down at the man below him.
“Ready,” Matthew says as confidently as he can, traces of nerves still colouring his voice.
And with that, Dominic grips the wooden headboard and sinks down, biting his lip hard as he welcomes Matthew’s cock. His entire body feels electrified, overwhelmed with the feeling of the brunet inside of him. He feels large, and it only encourages Dominic to work harder, bouncing up and down on the smaller man’s cock. The sounds that Matthew is making makes Dominic’s own cock stand erect, and his fingers pale against the headboard as he tries to get as much of Matthew into him as he can.
Dominic moans filthily, pushing himself down slightly further with each thrust, and Matthew chokes out. He lets his hands wander into his own hair, long fingers grasping and tugging with desperation as Dominic bounces on his cock. He curls his toes, gasping and pushing his hips up to meet Dominic.
"P-please, Dominic," Matthew begs, not knowing what else he could possibly want but feeling the words coming easily. "I'm not going to last."
Dominic takes this as a cue to slow down, taking his time as he rides Matthew's cock. He rolls his hips and moves as though he is an expert, throwing his head back to expose his neck, lips parted with pleasure. The sight alone could push Matthew over the edge, but he holds on. Well, he does his best.
"You feel so big, Matthew," Dominic breathes, admiration colouring his voice. "I'm impressed."
He slowly starts to up his pace once more, rolling his hips along Matthew's length more confidently now, moving his hands to rest them on the brunet's shoulders as he had done before. He understands what he is doing now, learning quickly what to do and how to work Matthew's cock. It's working, clearly, as Matthew's moans are becoming more frequent and increasingly high pitched with each occurrence.
He gasps, moving his hands from his hair to Dominic's hips, digging his nails in and eliciting a filthy moan from the blond, and the sounds pushes Matthew right to the edge. "I'm so... I'm so close," he whines, still pushing his hips up to meet Dominic with as much energy as he has left, his thighs trembling as he tries to get leverage. A sweat has broken out across his entire body, chest rising and falling rapidly as he drags his nails across Dominic’s back.
When he hears the hiss that escapes Dominic, the sound is enough to push him all the way. He comes, crying out, voice cracking, legs shaking. Dominic pants, and he moans in return, his previously neglected cock throbbing with his overwhelming arousal, and as he slows down his movement his arms tremble. Dominic slowly pulls himself up and off of Matthew, climbing over to his side and rolling onto his back.
As he tries to regain his composure, he begins to stroke his erection, however Matthew halts him. "I'll take care of that," Matthew groans breathlessly, and first discards of the condom, knotting it and tossing it in a small waste bin before returning. He lies on his front between Dominic's legs, mind hazy from his orgasm and arms trembling as they support him. As he grasps the blond's cock he decides that a simple hand job would not be sufficient repayment, and with one seductive look and a pause for a heartbeat, Matthew takes Dominic into his mouth.
He begins to lick and suck, and though he has never done this before, he feels sure of himself. He lets his eyes drift shut, and as he drags his tongue over the head he feels Dominic's legs wrap around him. He moves up and down the entire length, licking a thick stripe up the underside and bringing one hand up to cup his balls, massaging them gently.
“Fuck,” Dominic breathes out. His hands wander to Matthew's hair and tangle in the mess of sweat-slicked strands, and his toes curl with delight as he is thoroughly sucked. As he looks down and sees Matthew's head bobbing up and down in his lap he whines, and when Matthew hums in response Dominic moans at the vibration. “Oh, Matthew, oh, fuck.”
He pushes his hips up, pushing himself further into Matthew’s mouth, and the latter grunts, adjusting his positioning and sliding a hand to Dominic’s hip. He bobs his head a little faster, working harder to push Dominic closer, and judging by the sounds that the blond is making, it’s working.
In his state, Dominic is never going to last long.
The sensations that Matthew is giving him sends him over the edge, and hard. He yells Matthew's name, emptying his load into the brunet's willing mouth. He takes it all, and Dominic feels weak at the sight of it. Matthew’s hair is dishevelled and . Matthew sits up, being careful not to miss a drop, and he makes eye contact with Dominic as he swallows the lot. The blond whimpers, stretching his arms out weakly and gesturing for Matthew to come closer.
The brunet lies down with him, slotting into his arms perfectly and burying his face in the crook of his neck. "Thank you, Matthew."
"Mm, you’re more than welcome," Matthew hums, closing his eyes and smiling against Dominic's tanned skin. It feels as though it’s on fire, and it has a dull sheen from sweat, and Matthew can’t get enough of the smell. He feels a closeness to Dominic, one that he’s never experienced before. For a moment, he feels completely elated, as though he is intoxicated, and he’s so glad that he was, by chance, able to experience this.
They lay like that for a while, without a word, just keeping one another company. That is, until Matthew remembers what the Porters had said to him before he came in here. His stomach tightens, and he sighs sadly, dreading the prospects of his future without a word. Dominic notices the fact that he has tensed up, and he asks him what's wrong.
"I... I'm just worried, is all."
"What about?" Dominic asks as he sits up, looking at Matthew with a concerned frown.
"Before I came in here," he explains. "The Porters told me that I'd been brought here as a request." Dominic nods for him to go on. "But they said that this was just a stop off on the way to what I was supposed to do... what I'd drawn in the raffle..."
"What did you draw?" Dominic asks nervously.
"Prostitution."
Dominic can't speak at first, but rather he looks at Matthew sadly, lips parted with despair. His heart twists inside of his chest, aching to burst from inside of him as he takes in the defeated expression on the poor man’s face. "Oh Matthew,” he barely manages. “I'm so sorry."
"I don't know what to do," he says helplessly, trying to maintain his composure. "I mean, I don’t suppose there’s much I could do, but I'm just so frightened. I was so lucky with you, but the chances are that I'd be sent back to Blacklands to work, and I've seen it. I've been approached by these people. They always looks so emaciated, so tragic, so empty. I can't do it."
He begins to hyperventilate again as tears spring from nowhere. He feels Dominic's arms slide around him protectively, pulling him into his chest, and he shushes him, stroking his hair and placing a kiss into it. "I wish there was a way I could help you, believe me." he says sadly.
“Don’t feel bad about it,” Matthew sighs. “I suppose… I suppose it’s one of those things that happens, right? I mean, everything moves forward, everything progresses, and something like this was going to happen to me sooner or later. It was inevitable.”
“Don’t think like that, Matthew,” he shakes his head. “Please.”
Matthew sighs. “I don’t know how else to look at it.”
Dominic goes to speak, but he comes up dry. He blinks at Matthew, eyebrows knitted together in a deep frown, until he suddenly perks up. "Actually, you know what, I tell a lie. I may be able to help you, Matthew."
He sits up and looks at him, eyes suddenly full of the hope that they had lacked before. "How?"
“I’ve, um, I’ve just moved out into a house of my own,” he explains. “And father has been trying to matchmake because he thinks I’ll be lonely. He’s been looking through people like catalogue furniture, but if I tell him that I want you to live with me for company then he should get off my back.”
Matthew’s eyes widen. “Would that work?”
Dominic pauses to think. “Well, you see, my father is truly a disgusting, disrespectful human being, and I’m not even sure he actually qualifies, but he views anyone in a lower class than him in the same way. If I were to tell him that I want you to live with me, especially if I tell him it’s for housework or something equally negligible, he’ll probably agree to it. Regardless,” he smirks. “I’m the spoilt brat, right? I’ll just kick up a fuss. He will do anything to keep his precious son happy.”
There is a moment of silence once more. Matthew blinks, looking at Dominic in awe. “Would you really do that?” Dominic nods slowly. “You’d let me come and live with you?”
“Yes, Matthew. If I knew that they were doing that to you and I could have prevented it, I’d never be able to live with myself,” he says quietly, pulling Matthew back into him. They sit like that for a while, laying together, touching skin and kissing occasionally. They feel a connection, a strange bond which neither of them understand, but in this moment they just let it happen.
“You know, if you come and live with me, that’ll automatically make you a part of the resistance,” Dominic explains, breaking the silence. “I don’t want to lead it on my own, but I have nobody else close to me who I can speak with frequently. I’d need your help.”
Matthew watches him carefully before speaking. “Do you mean… do you mean that I’d actively be a part of usurping Dollus?”
“Yes,” he nods. “You’ll become a crucial part of the movement, Matthew. With each member, we grow stronger. Each member is like a building block, like bricks and cement, and as we pull together, we’ll make a huge structure, and it’s something bigger than any of us could be alone. We’re like the branches of a tree, and no one can cut us down,” he says passionately as he rubs Matthew’s shoulder gently, “Enough similes for you?”
Matthew nods, letting out a small, excited laugh. He feels hope inside of him, warm and comforting, and it is an emotion that he has not felt this strongly for as long as he can remember.
The widest of smiles is spread across Dominic’s face, and there is a fire in his eyes. “We’re going to change the world, Matthew. Whether they like it or not."
Pairing: Matt/Dom
Rating: nc-17/18
Feedback: pretty, pretty please!
Warnings: complete au - mentions of prostitution and violence, very minor brief mentions of drug use and suicide, angst, SEX!
Summary: A brutal dictatorship, a life of fear and poverty, and a sick lottery that nobody wants to win.
Disclaimer: All of this is completely a work of fiction. It is set in an alternative universe. Any events similar to anything that may have happened in real life is purely coincidental, and the locations are all ficticious. I do not own Muse or anybody affiliated with them. This is not for profit, and everything in this work completely from my own mind.
A/N: So this began as a fill for my 'fuck or die' trope for
ms_bingo, and it flowered into one of my favourite things that I have ever written. I poured myself into making an universe and setting everything up in this world, and I could never have done it without the constant help, motivation, and straight up endless love that my dearest
drunkpond provided me with. I hope that people like this. I really do. It's like our baby. Also, this is just over 10k, so I've had to split it down the middle.
Darling Gubse made a mix for this, which is unbelievably exciting! You can hear it here.
Matthew's eyes drift shut for a moment and he nods, making a small sound of consent, lips parted with anticipation. He sits up and Dominic pushes the shoulders of the jumpsuit down his arms, removing it from his legs. The blond makes a small sound of admiration as he takes in Matthew’s naked form, expecting at least underwear but being pleasantly surprised at the lack thereof. Matthew feels himself blush a little, and he runs a hand through his hair before standing to undress Dominic. He begins by returning the favour, unbuttoning his suit jacket and pushing it from his shoulders, discarding it on the chaise longue. He takes his time, hungrily taking in Dominic’s appearance, and when he discovers that the blond is wearing braces he can’t help but slide a long finger under one of them, pulling it slightly and releasing it with a playful snap.
He pulls them off of each side, letting them hang limp at Dominic’s hips before pulling at his tie and slipping it from around his neck. Matthew then begins to unbutton the shirt, and Dominic makes no effort to help, but rather watches Matthew at work. As the latter gets through about half of the buttons he begins to kiss Dominic’s neck, fumbling through the rest of them until he is able to remove it as well, following the contours of the blond’s arms as he slides it off.
Matthew lies back down on the bed, followed by Dominic, and he tries to relax into the feel of the satin beneath him, its silky touch caressing his previously abused skin as Dominic begins to caress other parts of his body. He feels Dominic’s hands on his thighs, stroking the skin before moving to his hips. He sees a brief flash of hesitation in the grey eyes that look down at him, and Matthew remembers that Dominic has almost never done this before.
“Relax,” Matthew coos, softly and reassuringly, and the tension seems to melt away from Dominic, if only slightly. “I don’t have much more experience than you do, so we’ll get through this together one step at a time, yes?”
Dominic nods with a small smile, pushing his hands slowly up Matthew’s sides and spreading his fingers out. He can feel beneath his fingertips that Matthew isn’t following his own advice particularly well, his body still slightly tense, but they are both inexperienced and they have not even scratched the surfaces of one anothers’ lives and personalities, and so they each feel that there is an understandable reason to be worried. They both make an effort, though, and they both consciously decide to let what happens happen.
The blond neglects the brunet’s cock at first - he decides to get Matthew a little more worked up before he touches it, wanting to explore the little areas that make his breath hitch, wanting to get to know the small, pleasurable sounds he makes when Dominic finds the right places and exploits them. Dominic loves that about people, their uniqueness, the way that contact with small, seemingly insignificant areas can drive a particular person crazy, like a feather-light stroke across the back of a knee, or a suck of an earlobe, or kisses tracing over ribs. He loves the idea of finding unexpected pleasure points, weak spots that could make someone putty in your hands. He wants Matthew to fall apart at his touch.
And he does, it seems.
The first real moan is from Matthew, and it occurs when Dominic places a few teasing kisses on Matthew’s hipbones. It all sounds simply divine, and he instantly wants more, happy to have found his first weak spot. He brushes his thumbs across them, grinning at the way Matthew fidgets and squirms. He places one more kiss there before moving up, climbing on top of his partner as gracefully as he can and straddling his lean hips. He is still wearing his suit trousers, and Matthew reaches to begin unbuttoning them but Dominic guides his hands to from his trousers to his hips instead. He then takes his own hands and flattens them on Matthew’s chest, supporting himself by pinning the brunet’s shoulders to the bed.
“This...” he begins, ducking his head to look at Matthew’s hands on his hips, the way his legs fit perfectly either side of Matthew’s waist, the darkened shade of blue that Matthew’s eyes have become. “This is so right.” The brunet hums in agreeance, thrusting his hips up to get friction against Dominic’s trousers. “Someone’s eager, eh?”
Matthew grunts. “You could say that.”
“I think it’s time I paid you some proper attention,” Dominic says, voice sultry and low. He ducks to place a chaste kiss on Matthew’s lips before moving back to sit between his lean thighs. He looks at Matthew’s cock as if it is to be worshipped, barely wrapping his hand around it and stroking up it slowly and gently. The gentle movement drives Matthew crazy, the need for more making his toes curl and scrunch up against the scarlet satin. He almost mewls, his fingers grabbing the fabric to prevent himself from producing sounds that are stupidly embarrassing. He consciously decides that he must reign himself in, not allowing himself to get too excited too soon. There’s a small nagging concern in the back of his mind, given how long it’s been, but he pushes it aside, determined to enjoy the experience. Dominic seems highly entertained from his spot between Matthew’s spread legs, and of course, he’s more than aroused.
It doesn’t take more than a few strokes to get Matthew half-hard, the anticipation and atmosphere (and lack of practice) going straight to his crotch. He’s begging Dominic’s name, pleading for him to give him more, and the latter is only too obliging. Dominic had made sure that there would be plenty of lubricant and good quality condoms in the bedside dresser when his father had organised the event, and he climbs from the bed, standing to remove his trousers (slowly and teasingly, facing away from Matthew and revelling in the whimper he makes when Dominic bends over - especially the second time, when he is removing the briefs which had clung to him) He pulls open a drawer to retrieve the necessary items before returning to his place between Matthew's spread legs.
The first this he does once he is back on the bed is open the bottle of lubricant, squirting a thick streak onto two of his fingers. He smears it all over the digits with his thumb before he reaches behind himself and pushes one inside carefully. He lets out a long, low groan, throwing his head back before he drops the bottle onto the sheets and grasps Matthew’s cock with his spare hand.
“Dominic,” he whines, watching Dominic's face contort with pleasure as he fingers himself. “I really don’t know how long I’m going to last like this. It’s been a while.”
“Don’t worry, Matthew,” he pants, grinding down against his hand. “I’m the same.”
After thoroughly thrusting two fingers easily inside of himself, Dominic removes his hand and reaches for one of the condoms, tearing open the packet and slowly rolling the rubber skin onto Matthew’s length. He then positions himself to take Matthew, thighs already trembling from his thorough finger fuck, and when he is ready he guides the brunet’s hard cock to his entrance.
“You ready?” he breathes, looking down at the man below him.
“Ready,” Matthew says as confidently as he can, traces of nerves still colouring his voice.
And with that, Dominic grips the wooden headboard and sinks down, biting his lip hard as he welcomes Matthew’s cock. His entire body feels electrified, overwhelmed with the feeling of the brunet inside of him. He feels large, and it only encourages Dominic to work harder, bouncing up and down on the smaller man’s cock. The sounds that Matthew is making makes Dominic’s own cock stand erect, and his fingers pale against the headboard as he tries to get as much of Matthew into him as he can.
Dominic moans filthily, pushing himself down slightly further with each thrust, and Matthew chokes out. He lets his hands wander into his own hair, long fingers grasping and tugging with desperation as Dominic bounces on his cock. He curls his toes, gasping and pushing his hips up to meet Dominic.
"P-please, Dominic," Matthew begs, not knowing what else he could possibly want but feeling the words coming easily. "I'm not going to last."
Dominic takes this as a cue to slow down, taking his time as he rides Matthew's cock. He rolls his hips and moves as though he is an expert, throwing his head back to expose his neck, lips parted with pleasure. The sight alone could push Matthew over the edge, but he holds on. Well, he does his best.
"You feel so big, Matthew," Dominic breathes, admiration colouring his voice. "I'm impressed."
He slowly starts to up his pace once more, rolling his hips along Matthew's length more confidently now, moving his hands to rest them on the brunet's shoulders as he had done before. He understands what he is doing now, learning quickly what to do and how to work Matthew's cock. It's working, clearly, as Matthew's moans are becoming more frequent and increasingly high pitched with each occurrence.
He gasps, moving his hands from his hair to Dominic's hips, digging his nails in and eliciting a filthy moan from the blond, and the sounds pushes Matthew right to the edge. "I'm so... I'm so close," he whines, still pushing his hips up to meet Dominic with as much energy as he has left, his thighs trembling as he tries to get leverage. A sweat has broken out across his entire body, chest rising and falling rapidly as he drags his nails across Dominic’s back.
When he hears the hiss that escapes Dominic, the sound is enough to push him all the way. He comes, crying out, voice cracking, legs shaking. Dominic pants, and he moans in return, his previously neglected cock throbbing with his overwhelming arousal, and as he slows down his movement his arms tremble. Dominic slowly pulls himself up and off of Matthew, climbing over to his side and rolling onto his back.
As he tries to regain his composure, he begins to stroke his erection, however Matthew halts him. "I'll take care of that," Matthew groans breathlessly, and first discards of the condom, knotting it and tossing it in a small waste bin before returning. He lies on his front between Dominic's legs, mind hazy from his orgasm and arms trembling as they support him. As he grasps the blond's cock he decides that a simple hand job would not be sufficient repayment, and with one seductive look and a pause for a heartbeat, Matthew takes Dominic into his mouth.
He begins to lick and suck, and though he has never done this before, he feels sure of himself. He lets his eyes drift shut, and as he drags his tongue over the head he feels Dominic's legs wrap around him. He moves up and down the entire length, licking a thick stripe up the underside and bringing one hand up to cup his balls, massaging them gently.
“Fuck,” Dominic breathes out. His hands wander to Matthew's hair and tangle in the mess of sweat-slicked strands, and his toes curl with delight as he is thoroughly sucked. As he looks down and sees Matthew's head bobbing up and down in his lap he whines, and when Matthew hums in response Dominic moans at the vibration. “Oh, Matthew, oh, fuck.”
He pushes his hips up, pushing himself further into Matthew’s mouth, and the latter grunts, adjusting his positioning and sliding a hand to Dominic’s hip. He bobs his head a little faster, working harder to push Dominic closer, and judging by the sounds that the blond is making, it’s working.
In his state, Dominic is never going to last long.
The sensations that Matthew is giving him sends him over the edge, and hard. He yells Matthew's name, emptying his load into the brunet's willing mouth. He takes it all, and Dominic feels weak at the sight of it. Matthew’s hair is dishevelled and . Matthew sits up, being careful not to miss a drop, and he makes eye contact with Dominic as he swallows the lot. The blond whimpers, stretching his arms out weakly and gesturing for Matthew to come closer.
The brunet lies down with him, slotting into his arms perfectly and burying his face in the crook of his neck. "Thank you, Matthew."
"Mm, you’re more than welcome," Matthew hums, closing his eyes and smiling against Dominic's tanned skin. It feels as though it’s on fire, and it has a dull sheen from sweat, and Matthew can’t get enough of the smell. He feels a closeness to Dominic, one that he’s never experienced before. For a moment, he feels completely elated, as though he is intoxicated, and he’s so glad that he was, by chance, able to experience this.
They lay like that for a while, without a word, just keeping one another company. That is, until Matthew remembers what the Porters had said to him before he came in here. His stomach tightens, and he sighs sadly, dreading the prospects of his future without a word. Dominic notices the fact that he has tensed up, and he asks him what's wrong.
"I... I'm just worried, is all."
"What about?" Dominic asks as he sits up, looking at Matthew with a concerned frown.
"Before I came in here," he explains. "The Porters told me that I'd been brought here as a request." Dominic nods for him to go on. "But they said that this was just a stop off on the way to what I was supposed to do... what I'd drawn in the raffle..."
"What did you draw?" Dominic asks nervously.
"Prostitution."
Dominic can't speak at first, but rather he looks at Matthew sadly, lips parted with despair. His heart twists inside of his chest, aching to burst from inside of him as he takes in the defeated expression on the poor man’s face. "Oh Matthew,” he barely manages. “I'm so sorry."
"I don't know what to do," he says helplessly, trying to maintain his composure. "I mean, I don’t suppose there’s much I could do, but I'm just so frightened. I was so lucky with you, but the chances are that I'd be sent back to Blacklands to work, and I've seen it. I've been approached by these people. They always looks so emaciated, so tragic, so empty. I can't do it."
He begins to hyperventilate again as tears spring from nowhere. He feels Dominic's arms slide around him protectively, pulling him into his chest, and he shushes him, stroking his hair and placing a kiss into it. "I wish there was a way I could help you, believe me." he says sadly.
“Don’t feel bad about it,” Matthew sighs. “I suppose… I suppose it’s one of those things that happens, right? I mean, everything moves forward, everything progresses, and something like this was going to happen to me sooner or later. It was inevitable.”
“Don’t think like that, Matthew,” he shakes his head. “Please.”
Matthew sighs. “I don’t know how else to look at it.”
Dominic goes to speak, but he comes up dry. He blinks at Matthew, eyebrows knitted together in a deep frown, until he suddenly perks up. "Actually, you know what, I tell a lie. I may be able to help you, Matthew."
He sits up and looks at him, eyes suddenly full of the hope that they had lacked before. "How?"
“I’ve, um, I’ve just moved out into a house of my own,” he explains. “And father has been trying to matchmake because he thinks I’ll be lonely. He’s been looking through people like catalogue furniture, but if I tell him that I want you to live with me for company then he should get off my back.”
Matthew’s eyes widen. “Would that work?”
Dominic pauses to think. “Well, you see, my father is truly a disgusting, disrespectful human being, and I’m not even sure he actually qualifies, but he views anyone in a lower class than him in the same way. If I were to tell him that I want you to live with me, especially if I tell him it’s for housework or something equally negligible, he’ll probably agree to it. Regardless,” he smirks. “I’m the spoilt brat, right? I’ll just kick up a fuss. He will do anything to keep his precious son happy.”
There is a moment of silence once more. Matthew blinks, looking at Dominic in awe. “Would you really do that?” Dominic nods slowly. “You’d let me come and live with you?”
“Yes, Matthew. If I knew that they were doing that to you and I could have prevented it, I’d never be able to live with myself,” he says quietly, pulling Matthew back into him. They sit like that for a while, laying together, touching skin and kissing occasionally. They feel a connection, a strange bond which neither of them understand, but in this moment they just let it happen.
“You know, if you come and live with me, that’ll automatically make you a part of the resistance,” Dominic explains, breaking the silence. “I don’t want to lead it on my own, but I have nobody else close to me who I can speak with frequently. I’d need your help.”
Matthew watches him carefully before speaking. “Do you mean… do you mean that I’d actively be a part of usurping Dollus?”
“Yes,” he nods. “You’ll become a crucial part of the movement, Matthew. With each member, we grow stronger. Each member is like a building block, like bricks and cement, and as we pull together, we’ll make a huge structure, and it’s something bigger than any of us could be alone. We’re like the branches of a tree, and no one can cut us down,” he says passionately as he rubs Matthew’s shoulder gently, “Enough similes for you?”
Matthew nods, letting out a small, excited laugh. He feels hope inside of him, warm and comforting, and it is an emotion that he has not felt this strongly for as long as he can remember.
The widest of smiles is spread across Dominic’s face, and there is a fire in his eyes. “We’re going to change the world, Matthew. Whether they like it or not."