The Pleasure Principle (Ten/?)
Title: The Pleasure Principle (Ten/?)
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: NC 17 overall, to be safe
Warnings: This part: language.
Summary: Our boys are porn stars. Wait, why are you laughing?
Feedback: Makes me happier than Dominic in a shop full of sparkly belts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no offense intended, this never happened, and no money is being made. 'Tis fiction, after all. Silver Star Studios and its inhabitants, however, are all mine
Big thanks to the TPP team: dolce_piccante, frolicandfall and myz_bee for their beta skills, feedback and general badass-ness. ;-)
Also, thanks to theyellow_daisy for advice on a critical detail...
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine
When Carson and I make it to the door to the cramped set we're immediately turned away by one of the techs.
"Give him some privacy, guys. Mort's orders."
Mort's in there?
"You think he's okay?" Carson asks.
"No idea." What the hell is going on around here? A guy takes a nap and wakes up to words like and Superection.
I love my job.
Suddenly, dramatically, the door opens and Mort peeks out, motioning for me to come inside.
Carson grabs my waist forcefully, growling in my ear, "Details, Matthew. I want filthy details," before walking away. I swallow and enter the closed set, and Mort comes up to me immediately. He nods in Dominic's direction and rolls his eyes.
"Talk to him. He won't tell me anything. I need to know if we need to get him to hospital."
Dominic is sitting in a chair naked, his head in his hands and his cock against his hip. He's alone on his side of the room. The rest of the people on this set are standing off to the side, giggling and speaking in hushed whispers. It really does seem as though he doesn't have a single friend here at Silver Star, and that thought makes me sad for him. I make my way over to him and sit down next to him.
"You okay?"
He won't look at me but he shakes his head. "It really hurts."
"What happen-" I begin.
"They're all loving this," he whispers. "I can hear the things they're saying."
I put a hand on his arm, a wave of anger cresting inside me at the behavior of the people in the room. "I'm not loving this. Ignore them. What can I do?"
Hanging his head still, he says, "It's embarrassing, but..."
"What?"
"Even though I've never had this happen to me before... well, it's been like four hours now, and you know what the adverts say about that."
"Oh! I see." My eyes widen a little as the situation comes into focus a little clearer. "Did you, erm... did you take something?"
His eyes widen. "No! I swear I didn't. Why would I?"
"Ah."
"So, yeah," he continues, "I think I need to see a doctor."
I nod. "Okay then. Can you get dressed?"
"I'll just throw a robe on." Neither of us were aware of the fact that Mort had walked up behind us and is standing over the back of Dominic's chair with a smirk on his face. That smirk, paired with the fact that he's still being so secretive with me, is making me angry the more I think about it. I stand and walk over to the rack to retrieve a familiar leopard print robe.
"I'm taking him to hospital," I inform Mort.
"I'm coming too," he replies. "Someone from the studio should be present."
I glance at Dominic, who seems to have no objection, so we get him in his robe and leave by the side door.
_____
It shouldn't be funny; not really. Still, in a sick way, it is.
The sight of Mort and I smuggling Dominic into the emergency ward, all the time trying to hide his obvious erection with a pillow, is the height of hilarity. This is honestly something I never, ever envisioned myself doing. Life takes funny turns sometimes, doesn't it?
When the nurse comes to take Dominic back to be examined, he forgets himself and stands up without shielding his crotch. His dick is poking stiffly against his thin robe, and the nurse gazes at it appreciatively for a second.
I think Dominic just blushed. I think.
Mort and I are now alone in the waiting room. He turns to me.
"What the hell is going on here, Matthew? Any ideas?"
"That fucking HURTS!" a voice screams from the examination room. Mort sighs as the nurse comes to retrieve the two of us to help deal with her unruly patient. Once we enter the room we see Dominic lying on a bed, his cock still standing tall, and another nurse cowering in the corner.
She raises her hands at us. "All I did was take a blood sample, I swear."
I nod, smiling. "It's ok. He has a flair for the dramatic."
"The doctor will be with you shortly," she mutters as she dashes from the room, leaving us alone.
"Has this ever happened to you before, Dominic?" Mort frowns.
Dominic glares at him. "Of course not. I finished the scene, and I came, but stayed hard."
"Did you, erm, try again?" I ask.
"More times than I care to admit."
The three of us share a strained silence for the next half hour. Mort flips through a magazine while I sit at the window, and Dominic stares at the ceiling. Finally, the door opens and the doctor enters the room. He sits down in a chair and nods at Mort and I before looking at Dominic
"It's clear now what's happened. Just how long have you been taking male enhancement drugs?"
Fuck me. I want to burst out laughing, but somehow I am able to hold back.
"Do what now?" Dominic mumbles, blinking.
"You've taken too much Viagra, Mr. Howard."
There's an uncomfortable pause as the room goes silent. Eventually Dominic speaks.
"What the fuck did you just say?"
"Erm, I said that there was an excessive amount of Viagra in your bloodstream, sir," the physician stammered. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, that happens more often than you'd think, really. We see this quite often here in A&E."
"Impossible," Dominic replied calmly.
"Not impossible. Quite factual," the doctor replies easily. "It's all here in the test results."
"You don't understand. I didn't take anything. There must be some other explanation."
I can't help but think he's right. I've seen him in action enough on set to know that he has no real need for a male enhancement drug.
"He's tested regularly." Mort says quietly. "All the actors we use are. He was clean just two days ago."
The physician smiles fondly, patting Dominic on his knee. "It's going to be okay. There's no need to be embarrassed. You're lucky only four and a half hours have passed, it's totally treatable. Listen to me-"
"No," Dominic spat. "You listen to me. Do you realize who you're talking to? I guarantee you I've never in my life needed those kinds of drugs. I can get hard on command. In the time it takes you to satisfy your wife once, I'd have made her come twice already."
The doctor flushes deeply before excusing himself.
"For fuck's sake, shut the hell up and just let him treat you," Mort exclaims. "Don't be such an arsehole."
"My juice... I told you it tasted funny." Dominic mumbles, looking my way.
"What?" I interject. "What does that have to do with anything?"
Dominic's eyes are wide as he points at Mort. "Is this punishment for looking through my file? You did this to me, didn't you? You dosed me. Or did you have your lapdog," his eyes fall to me, "do it for you?"
I actually wince. That hurts a little. Lapdog? How boring. I prefer the word minion, myself.
Mort answers him calmly, coldly. "We both know that the documents you were looking for weren't in your file, so there's no need for punishment, now is there, Dominic?"
Dominic meets his stare without wavering. Mort continues:
"And, of course I didn't do this to you. I have the studio's best interest at heart, you know. I wouldn't do anything to sabotage your career. I don't have to like you to realize that you're a money maker for Silver Star."
That statement seems to have calmed him somewhat, at least until the doctor sits down beside him with a syringe. Said syringe has one of the longest, biggest needles I've ever seen on it.
I cross my legs and shift in my chair.
"What is that?" Dominic asks, suddenly. For the first time ever in his life, possibly, he looks scared.
He probably should be.
"The chemicals in your system have caused a significant amount of blood to collect in your penis. You're lucky that aspiration is the only treatment you are going to need."
"Aspiration?" Dominic frowns. "What is that?"
"I'm afraid it's going to be necessary to drain the blood from your erection, Mr. Howard," the doctor replies sweetly. He looks positivey giddy at the opportunity to stick a needle in Dominic's oversized, swollen cock.
"Oh, and one more thing."
"What?"
"It's going to hurt."
Mort clears his throat. "Right. Matthew, let's give them some privacy." He heads for the door, and I start to do the same, but suddenly Dominic grabs my arm. I glance at him and much to my surprise, I realize that he's silently pleading with me to stay with him.
The physician shrugs. "Stay if you like."
Mort looks at me. "Well? Come on, Matthew."
"Actually," I say, glancing at Dominic's hand on my arm, "I think I'll stay with him, Mort."
He nods. "Fair enough."
A nurse puts a sheet across Dominic's chest to obstruct what is coming next from our poor virgin eyes. Dominic bites his lip and rests his head on the pillow. I look down at his hand, still on my arm, and place my hand over his protectively.
"Here we go," the doctor announces.
Dominic's eyes grow impossibly wide for a moment. He gasps as the needle pierces his delicate skin...
...then he faints.
_____________
It took some convincing on my part, but in the end Dominic allows me to make sure he gets home safely. He leans on me as we ride the lift to the third floor of his building, his head resting on my shoulder. After a few seconds of that I allow my own head to tilt to the side slightly, and when I do I can smell his cologne. It's slightly sweet, like vanilla. Just as I close my eyes with the intent of basking in the moment the lift comes to a stop. Typical.
He takes the lead now, stumbing slowly to the second door on the left side of the hallway. He gets a set of keys out of his jacket pocket and fumbles with them for a few seconds before giving up and handing them to me in frustration.
"Do you mind?" he asks. "I'm still groggy."
"Sure."
"It's the bronze-colored key."
I unlock the door, smiling to myself at the sight of Dominic's unicorn keychain which I'm now holding in my hand. He steps over his threshold gingerly and turns on a small lamp. The filtered light floods the room and I can't help but eagerly drink in my surroundings.
Dominic's flat is simple, but lovely. A white leather couch rests on a rich, thick blue carpet that stretches the length of the room. There's not much furniture aside from the couch, a chair, a telly and an end table. It's clean and crisp.
There are no photos to speak of, but I squeal in delight when I see the one thing that seems to make this flat feel like a home. A silver tabby cat comes bounding down the hallway in a hurry and jumps onto the couch next to Dominic, who has sat down in an attempt to get comfortable.
"Hello, you," he whispers, stroking the cat's head lovingly.
"Beautiful!" I exclaim. "What's her name? I mean, his name?"
"Matthew, meet my lady, Boots."
I put one hand out and much to my delight Boots walks to me and jumps into my lap, purring happily.
"She's gorgeous!" I grin.
"She is," Dominic agrees. "And best of all, she won't hump your leg."
I smirk at his cheekiness.
"I need to get back. I'm due on set in an hour." I stand, feeling badly about leaving him here alone like this. "How are you feeling now?"
"The pain is better, thankfully. I still think it's silly that I can't... you know... work for a week."
I nod. "The doctor was pretty strict about that, though. You need to be cautious. Can I call someone to come sit with you? I don't like the thought of you being here alone."
"There's noone to call," he says quietly. "It's fine, Boots will keep me company."
I walk to his door and turn around to look at him one last time. He's lying back completely on his couch now, Boots curled up in a ball at his side. I bite my lip as the words escape my mouth before I can stop them.
"Can I come back and visit you maybe?" I blurt out. "I mean, would you mind?"
"Please do. I'd like that," Dominic smiles, flushing slightly. "I'd like that alot."
"See you soon, then."
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: NC 17 overall, to be safe
Warnings: This part: language.
Summary: Our boys are porn stars. Wait, why are you laughing?
Feedback: Makes me happier than Dominic in a shop full of sparkly belts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no offense intended, this never happened, and no money is being made. 'Tis fiction, after all. Silver Star Studios and its inhabitants, however, are all mine
Big thanks to the TPP team: dolce_piccante, frolicandfall and myz_bee for their beta skills, feedback and general badass-ness. ;-)
Also, thanks to theyellow_daisy for advice on a critical detail...
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine
When Carson and I make it to the door to the cramped set we're immediately turned away by one of the techs.
"Give him some privacy, guys. Mort's orders."
Mort's in there?
"You think he's okay?" Carson asks.
"No idea." What the hell is going on around here? A guy takes a nap and wakes up to words like and Superection.
I love my job.
Suddenly, dramatically, the door opens and Mort peeks out, motioning for me to come inside.
Carson grabs my waist forcefully, growling in my ear, "Details, Matthew. I want filthy details," before walking away. I swallow and enter the closed set, and Mort comes up to me immediately. He nods in Dominic's direction and rolls his eyes.
"Talk to him. He won't tell me anything. I need to know if we need to get him to hospital."
Dominic is sitting in a chair naked, his head in his hands and his cock against his hip. He's alone on his side of the room. The rest of the people on this set are standing off to the side, giggling and speaking in hushed whispers. It really does seem as though he doesn't have a single friend here at Silver Star, and that thought makes me sad for him. I make my way over to him and sit down next to him.
"You okay?"
He won't look at me but he shakes his head. "It really hurts."
"What happen-" I begin.
"They're all loving this," he whispers. "I can hear the things they're saying."
I put a hand on his arm, a wave of anger cresting inside me at the behavior of the people in the room. "I'm not loving this. Ignore them. What can I do?"
Hanging his head still, he says, "It's embarrassing, but..."
"What?"
"Even though I've never had this happen to me before... well, it's been like four hours now, and you know what the adverts say about that."
"Oh! I see." My eyes widen a little as the situation comes into focus a little clearer. "Did you, erm... did you take something?"
His eyes widen. "No! I swear I didn't. Why would I?"
"Ah."
"So, yeah," he continues, "I think I need to see a doctor."
I nod. "Okay then. Can you get dressed?"
"I'll just throw a robe on." Neither of us were aware of the fact that Mort had walked up behind us and is standing over the back of Dominic's chair with a smirk on his face. That smirk, paired with the fact that he's still being so secretive with me, is making me angry the more I think about it. I stand and walk over to the rack to retrieve a familiar leopard print robe.
"I'm taking him to hospital," I inform Mort.
"I'm coming too," he replies. "Someone from the studio should be present."
I glance at Dominic, who seems to have no objection, so we get him in his robe and leave by the side door.
_____
It shouldn't be funny; not really. Still, in a sick way, it is.
The sight of Mort and I smuggling Dominic into the emergency ward, all the time trying to hide his obvious erection with a pillow, is the height of hilarity. This is honestly something I never, ever envisioned myself doing. Life takes funny turns sometimes, doesn't it?
When the nurse comes to take Dominic back to be examined, he forgets himself and stands up without shielding his crotch. His dick is poking stiffly against his thin robe, and the nurse gazes at it appreciatively for a second.
I think Dominic just blushed. I think.
Mort and I are now alone in the waiting room. He turns to me.
"What the hell is going on here, Matthew? Any ideas?"
"That fucking HURTS!" a voice screams from the examination room. Mort sighs as the nurse comes to retrieve the two of us to help deal with her unruly patient. Once we enter the room we see Dominic lying on a bed, his cock still standing tall, and another nurse cowering in the corner.
She raises her hands at us. "All I did was take a blood sample, I swear."
I nod, smiling. "It's ok. He has a flair for the dramatic."
"The doctor will be with you shortly," she mutters as she dashes from the room, leaving us alone.
"Has this ever happened to you before, Dominic?" Mort frowns.
Dominic glares at him. "Of course not. I finished the scene, and I came, but stayed hard."
"Did you, erm, try again?" I ask.
"More times than I care to admit."
The three of us share a strained silence for the next half hour. Mort flips through a magazine while I sit at the window, and Dominic stares at the ceiling. Finally, the door opens and the doctor enters the room. He sits down in a chair and nods at Mort and I before looking at Dominic
"It's clear now what's happened. Just how long have you been taking male enhancement drugs?"
Fuck me. I want to burst out laughing, but somehow I am able to hold back.
"Do what now?" Dominic mumbles, blinking.
"You've taken too much Viagra, Mr. Howard."
There's an uncomfortable pause as the room goes silent. Eventually Dominic speaks.
"What the fuck did you just say?"
"Erm, I said that there was an excessive amount of Viagra in your bloodstream, sir," the physician stammered. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, that happens more often than you'd think, really. We see this quite often here in A&E."
"Impossible," Dominic replied calmly.
"Not impossible. Quite factual," the doctor replies easily. "It's all here in the test results."
"You don't understand. I didn't take anything. There must be some other explanation."
I can't help but think he's right. I've seen him in action enough on set to know that he has no real need for a male enhancement drug.
"He's tested regularly." Mort says quietly. "All the actors we use are. He was clean just two days ago."
The physician smiles fondly, patting Dominic on his knee. "It's going to be okay. There's no need to be embarrassed. You're lucky only four and a half hours have passed, it's totally treatable. Listen to me-"
"No," Dominic spat. "You listen to me. Do you realize who you're talking to? I guarantee you I've never in my life needed those kinds of drugs. I can get hard on command. In the time it takes you to satisfy your wife once, I'd have made her come twice already."
The doctor flushes deeply before excusing himself.
"For fuck's sake, shut the hell up and just let him treat you," Mort exclaims. "Don't be such an arsehole."
"My juice... I told you it tasted funny." Dominic mumbles, looking my way.
"What?" I interject. "What does that have to do with anything?"
Dominic's eyes are wide as he points at Mort. "Is this punishment for looking through my file? You did this to me, didn't you? You dosed me. Or did you have your lapdog," his eyes fall to me, "do it for you?"
I actually wince. That hurts a little. Lapdog? How boring. I prefer the word minion, myself.
Mort answers him calmly, coldly. "We both know that the documents you were looking for weren't in your file, so there's no need for punishment, now is there, Dominic?"
Dominic meets his stare without wavering. Mort continues:
"And, of course I didn't do this to you. I have the studio's best interest at heart, you know. I wouldn't do anything to sabotage your career. I don't have to like you to realize that you're a money maker for Silver Star."
That statement seems to have calmed him somewhat, at least until the doctor sits down beside him with a syringe. Said syringe has one of the longest, biggest needles I've ever seen on it.
I cross my legs and shift in my chair.
"What is that?" Dominic asks, suddenly. For the first time ever in his life, possibly, he looks scared.
He probably should be.
"The chemicals in your system have caused a significant amount of blood to collect in your penis. You're lucky that aspiration is the only treatment you are going to need."
"Aspiration?" Dominic frowns. "What is that?"
"I'm afraid it's going to be necessary to drain the blood from your erection, Mr. Howard," the doctor replies sweetly. He looks positivey giddy at the opportunity to stick a needle in Dominic's oversized, swollen cock.
"Oh, and one more thing."
"What?"
"It's going to hurt."
Mort clears his throat. "Right. Matthew, let's give them some privacy." He heads for the door, and I start to do the same, but suddenly Dominic grabs my arm. I glance at him and much to my surprise, I realize that he's silently pleading with me to stay with him.
The physician shrugs. "Stay if you like."
Mort looks at me. "Well? Come on, Matthew."
"Actually," I say, glancing at Dominic's hand on my arm, "I think I'll stay with him, Mort."
He nods. "Fair enough."
A nurse puts a sheet across Dominic's chest to obstruct what is coming next from our poor virgin eyes. Dominic bites his lip and rests his head on the pillow. I look down at his hand, still on my arm, and place my hand over his protectively.
"Here we go," the doctor announces.
Dominic's eyes grow impossibly wide for a moment. He gasps as the needle pierces his delicate skin...
...then he faints.
_____________
It took some convincing on my part, but in the end Dominic allows me to make sure he gets home safely. He leans on me as we ride the lift to the third floor of his building, his head resting on my shoulder. After a few seconds of that I allow my own head to tilt to the side slightly, and when I do I can smell his cologne. It's slightly sweet, like vanilla. Just as I close my eyes with the intent of basking in the moment the lift comes to a stop. Typical.
He takes the lead now, stumbing slowly to the second door on the left side of the hallway. He gets a set of keys out of his jacket pocket and fumbles with them for a few seconds before giving up and handing them to me in frustration.
"Do you mind?" he asks. "I'm still groggy."
"Sure."
"It's the bronze-colored key."
I unlock the door, smiling to myself at the sight of Dominic's unicorn keychain which I'm now holding in my hand. He steps over his threshold gingerly and turns on a small lamp. The filtered light floods the room and I can't help but eagerly drink in my surroundings.
Dominic's flat is simple, but lovely. A white leather couch rests on a rich, thick blue carpet that stretches the length of the room. There's not much furniture aside from the couch, a chair, a telly and an end table. It's clean and crisp.
There are no photos to speak of, but I squeal in delight when I see the one thing that seems to make this flat feel like a home. A silver tabby cat comes bounding down the hallway in a hurry and jumps onto the couch next to Dominic, who has sat down in an attempt to get comfortable.
"Hello, you," he whispers, stroking the cat's head lovingly.
"Beautiful!" I exclaim. "What's her name? I mean, his name?"
"Matthew, meet my lady, Boots."
I put one hand out and much to my delight Boots walks to me and jumps into my lap, purring happily.
"She's gorgeous!" I grin.
"She is," Dominic agrees. "And best of all, she won't hump your leg."
I smirk at his cheekiness.
"I need to get back. I'm due on set in an hour." I stand, feeling badly about leaving him here alone like this. "How are you feeling now?"
"The pain is better, thankfully. I still think it's silly that I can't... you know... work for a week."
I nod. "The doctor was pretty strict about that, though. You need to be cautious. Can I call someone to come sit with you? I don't like the thought of you being here alone."
"There's noone to call," he says quietly. "It's fine, Boots will keep me company."
I walk to his door and turn around to look at him one last time. He's lying back completely on his couch now, Boots curled up in a ball at his side. I bite my lip as the words escape my mouth before I can stop them.
"Can I come back and visit you maybe?" I blurt out. "I mean, would you mind?"
"Please do. I'd like that," Dominic smiles, flushing slightly. "I'd like that alot."
"See you soon, then."