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Crimson & Clover: Chapter 4 Part 1
Title: Crimson & Clover
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sunshine_173
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: BellDom/Original characters
Summary: When Dominic, a young college student from NYC, visits his sister in a small town in Southern Italy, he comes across Matthew, an Italian born, English raised wine maker and connoisseur. After their brief encounter, Dominic finds himself taken by this enigmatic and seductive man. During the two months of summer, he experiences more than he could've imagined.
Feedback: I'm a comment whore. Every time I read one, miniature fairies take handfuls of love from my heart and dispense them into yours.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, Matt or Dom. If I did, unspeakable acts would be committed.
Warning: Drinking. Language. Man-banter.
Note: Fuck a duck I've missed the stress of posting. I'm so, so, so sorry for not updating anything in nearly two months. A lot of it has to do with life, school, writer's block, and the fact I've become terribly dependent on my writing buddylalalive23 . We had our first proper writing party last night and I about shat myself from the amount of productivity I got done. SAY HAY CO-DEPENDENT. Anyways, I'll be updating AA, Infinity, and have the second part of this up AS SOON AS I CAN. Which means I will legit be writing in the middle of class because no, I will never need to know how to calculate the inverse of a logarithm. Sorry school board, but that ain't kosher. So yeah. OH OH. I forgot. My beautiful lalalive23 inspired one of the original characters you'll meet in this chapter. You'll know which one, it's mildly obvious. Also, I wanted to share that these are the images I had in mind for Nicolas and Matthew. Glorious thanks to lalalive23 and flavoroftea for being gorgeous bit readers, cheerleaders, plot bunnies, and Ineedtostopneedingyous.
Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
The pulsating heartbeat of bass-heavy music pounded out roughly, veins of rhythmic synths weaving intricately throughout the cadence. A whispered voice crawled in the sound waves that danced with a million vibrating particles, all swimming around the blonde as he weaved through the surge of sweat-soaked bodies teeming with a single motive: to unify.
The beat grew heavier as he pushed forward, his skin feeling as if it was vibrating with every syllable of the repetitive and harshly spoken lyrics. Everywhere was the scent of heat and flesh; everywhere was the throng of those in desperate need of escape from the day; escape from thought and pressure and to spiral together as one into pulsing sound and feel. Clammy hands grabbed against the black material of his t-shirt, not exactly pushing yet not exactly pulling. Just holding onto, clinging onto, as some semblance of gravity.
Dominic could feel his heartbeat dancing full-speed in his veins, the blood pounding to the beat of the crescendoing music. His eardrums rang with static and his skin prickled at the feel of so many eyes traversing over him as he pushed through the crowd. Grey flickered excitedly, wildly around, looking for some form of familiarity amongst the shuddering, shimmering, shaking strobes flashing rhythmically in the small building. Sweat pervaded his senses, blinding light reflecting momentarily off the gleaming skin of a hundred people before disappearing, only to return a second later.
The flux of their grinding slid around him, gliding smoothly until it seemed that they all were fused together, moving as one, dancing as one. The music calmed lightly, the repetitive drumbeat quiet, before the voice whispered out a scream, the entire club seeming to jump slowly together as the tempo amplified once more. Dominic was barely jostled, his head swiveling around once, twice, as he searched for the ones that had brought him to this place. Blonde hair began to plaster itself to his forehead, a droplet of sweat beading down the nape of his neck. The heat was astounding but nowhere near uncomfortable, his own body seeming to relish in the sensation of so much overpowering tangibility.
He glanced over his shoulder once more, a movement differing from the chaos surrounding him catching his attention. A tanned arm moved in a wide ark several times, glimpses of it peeking through the spaces between bodies, and Dominic smiled in relief when he saw it was connected to Michael. He pushed forward, squeezing through the crowd until he reached the edge of the dance floor. Dominic panted slightly, grinning at the laughing man in front of him.
“Jesus Dom, of course you’d get lost on the way to piss.” Michael shouted to him, snorting and rolling his eyes while he threw a thick arm around the blonde’s shoulders, tugging him towards a table where two other men sat.
Dominic chuckled, taking a seat as he grabbed the beer closest to Nicolas. Throwing his head back, he took a long swig and leaned back in his chair. “Well, Mike, it’s not a matter of getting lost, but of getting completely sucked into that vortex of a dance floor.”
Nicolas laughed, flashing a quick grin at a passing waitress before he leaned forward onto the table. “Dom, baby, do you not get out often?”
“Please, Nicky, I don’t blame the boy for being a little frightened. Italian nightlife is a whole lot wilder than what he’s used to.” Tom said, raising an eyebrow in the blonde’s direction. “You…are used to shit, yeah?”
“Wel-”
“What Dommie’s trying to say,” Michael laughed, Dominic giving him an exasperated stare, “is that he’s a schoolboy and has never seen proper ass move the way it was supposed to.”
Tom and Nicolas burst out laughing, Tom’s wide smile nearly blinding Dominic as he shook his head and wiped a palm down his face.
“Bitch, how do you know what I’ve seen?” He quipped, taking another gulp of his bitter beer.
“It’s your aura, dear. It’s so…white. Haven’t seen anything as white as that expect for Tom’s arse, and I swear to you, it’s fuckin’ white.”
Dominic widened his eyes, Tom smacking Nicolas in the arm before peering around to his backside in a faux attempt at looking worried. “What the hell do you know about my cheeks, man?”
Nicolas smirked and gave a cheesy wink, Tom shivering in return. The ebony haired man turned his sights back onto Dominic, cracking his knuckles and cocking his head to the side. “What I was saying is that you seem absolutely innocent. When it comes to a man, sometimes that isn’t a good thing. Lust is a game, like uh…what’s that one board game with the squares?”
“Chess?” Tom offered, quirking an eyebrow in amusement.
“Si! Grazie, Thomas. Lust is like chess. You move a piece on the board; your opponent moves a piece on the board. Back and forth, back and forth, until checkmate!, one of you wins and claims the prize. Now apply that to the law of sexual attraction. You make a move, you show the other person what you have to offer, and you state what you want simply through body language and expression. If the other person is interested, they’ll reciprocate, and thus begin the game. After that, I hope you can figure out what comes.”
“If everything goes according to plan, you will be.” Michael muttered under his breath.
Tom barked out a laugh. “Fucking fourteen year old.” Michael ducked his head down with a grin, Dominic giggling at the two.
“You understand, though?” Nicolas asked, holding up a hand and gesturing at a waitress walking in their direction.
“Yeah, yeah, I catch your drift. I’ve just never bothered to put it into practice.”
“Well, how about you practice now. That’s the whole reason I even drove your ass to this place with these two.” Grinning wickedly, Michael looked around.
“You took me to an underground industrial club in the middle of Naples just so I could get laid.” Dominic stated, staring in mild disbelief at his brother-in-law.
“Why the fuck else would I have bothered to leave my beautiful wife and spend time slumming around with you?”
“Oh, like you haven’t missed me all these months.” The blonde said, rolling his eyes.
“That’s beside the point-”
“Oi, enough with the sentimental shit. I’m not drunk enough for your love to come out.” Tom sighed, smiling flirtatiously at the waitress who had just arrived.
Nicolas leaned towards her, dark eyes wide and a coy smile on his full lips. His black hair fell forward and with thin fingers, swept the loose strands back into place. Leaning back in his seat, he propped one arm against the back of the chair, brushing his hand back through his hair. With his other, he smoothed down his black button down, the bright red V-neck underneath standing out strikingly against his olive skin. He tilted his body towards the waitress, looking up at her from underneath long eyelashes.
“Katerina…” He whispered, his voice deep. In hushed Italian, he spoke to her for several seconds. Her doe-like eyes were lined with a thin application of dark eyeliner, thick eyelashes curled and flaring upwards towards her perfectly arched eyebrows. The more Nicolas murmured to her, to more emphasized her high cheekbones became as she smirked, glancing devilishly towards Dominic. She bit the corner of her bottom lip and tucked back her shoulder length hair.
“You…are virgin, yes?” She asked in a thick accent, staring directly at Dominic who froze like a deer under her gaze. Tom and Michael laughed, glancing at each other as they sat back comfortably to observe the scene unrolling before them.
“Wh-what? Oh God, no. No, I’m not a virgin. Nope. Not at all.” Dominic choked out, nervously fidgeting as the woman before him giggled, her leather-clad hips swaying towards him as she left Nicolas’ side. Dominic’s eyes were trained on the hipdents peeking out from the pants she wore, a skintight laced bodice hugging the curve of her waist.
“Aw, bambino, shhh.” Nicolas reached out as she said this, grasping her hips with each hand and pulling her back towards him. With a quiet and playful squeak, she fell onto his lap smiling.
“Sorry Dommie, love. How rude of me not to introduce my friend.” On the last word, he wrapped an arm possessively around her waist and nipped the bare skin of her neck. “This is my lovely Kat. I met her here many months ago. Now, Katerina dear, do you see my friend here? Dominic? Yes, well, we have a...situazione difficile.” Leaning her head back against his shoulder, she let out a quiet sigh of understanding.
“He cannot perform the sex?”
Dominic glared at Michael and Tom as they continued to bend over with laughter, the latter beginning to slap his hand against his thigh in a mock gesture, causing the blonde to repress a giggle of his own as he turned back to face Katerina and Nicolas.
“No, I’m perfectly acceptable at sex. I just don’t find it necessary to…do it all the time.” Straightening his shoulders, he glanced downwards.
Katerina giggled, shaking her head and leaning forward to ruffle Dominic’s hair with one of her hands. She began to speak swiftly to Nicolas, the melody of her accent and native tongue beauty to Dominic. Standing up, she bent back down and gently pecked the end of Nicolas’ nose, before giving Dominic a small wave and a wink.
“What the fuck did you two just say about me?” Dominic asked, a small pout present in his voice.
Nicolas began to laugh with the other two, his eyes twinkling as he crossed a leg. “Dear, we weren’t talking about you. The entire time she was with us, we spoke about the latest movies to come out in the cinema and what we should go see the next time she was off work. But did you see, even a little, how easily she picked up on your nervousness?”
Dominic stared in shock, his jaw comically dropping as Katerina reappeared with a tray of shots. “Nicolas, I don’t know how Michael met you, but I can’t decide if it was the best decision or the worst.” Sighing, he reached for a brightly colored drink, tipping his head back and downing it with a grimace.
Nicolas chuckled. “How we met is a tale for another time, Dommie.” Michael snorted into his drink, leaning across the table to give his friend a quick knuckle touch.
The music changed then from a slow, bass-heavy RnB track to an airy industrial sound. A rhythmic heartbeat of a drum repeated itself slowly, and Dominic found himself twirling his empty shot glass as he glanced at the dance floor. Relaxing into his seat, he tapped the fingers of his left hand to the melody of the synths that had begun to make a tune he recognized. A voice grated out choppy words, the sound causing gooseflesh to rise along his skin. Those dancing all seemed to move as one. Everyone swayed, grinded, in unison.
One particular body stood out from the rest, narrow hips pressed into a curvaceous form from behind. Dominic’s eyes widened slowly as they travelled upwards, the lean torso and thin shoulders frighteningly familiar. The music began to get heavier, more and more sounds coming together in harmony. Dominic felt his throat unconsciously clench when the person turned around, coming closer to the edge of the crowd and barely ten or fifteen feet from where Dominic sat.
“Matthew.” Breathlessly he whispered the brunette’s name under his breath, his hand that was previously tapping now clenching the material of his jeans tightly. A wave of heat washed over his body, deliciously slow. The chatter of his friends drowned out, and they were completely oblivious as the blonde broke out in a sweat at the simple sight of the man that had been haunting his nights for the last two weeks.
Matthew stood, head tilted back and to the side, his Adam’s apple bobbing once as the tendons in his neck strained. His skin gleamed with sweat, his jaw clenched as he mouthed the words to the song. The shadows of his cheekbones were prominent and Dominic could tell his eyes were tightly closed. He wore a white t-shirt with a black, abstract pattern across one side of it, the V of the neck dipping down mid-chest. His necklace still hung around his neck, the black of the plectrum striking against the white of his skin. The shirt was snug on him, and Dominic swore he could barely make out the outline of his nipples against the material. Once more, he was clad in tight black jeans, his hips defined as they slowly gyrated to the beat.
Dominic chanced another glance of his face, wanting the image of him in total submission to the music pounding and vibrating around him burned into his mind. His hair was messy, plastered to the sweat-soaked skin of his forehead and temples, and Dominic gulped when a pink tongue darted out to lick seemingly swollen lips. Everything Matthew was in that moment radiated desire, and the blonde found himself squirming in his seat, unable to tear his eyes away from Matthew’s.
“Oi! You okay, bud?” Michael’s voice shouted out, Dominic jumping abruptly at the feel of Michael’s hand on his shoulder. “Shit, dude, you’re on fire. Are you feeling alright?”
Nicolas laughed at the note of worry present in his tone, glancing mischievously around the club. “Look at his eyes Mike, and his cheeks. He’s aroused. Tell me, Dom, which lovely bird caught your eye?”
Dominic paid him no mind, not even turning his head away from Matthew’s to glance at Michael, whose hand still rested upon his shoulder.
Nicolas smiled coyly as he looked in the direction of Dominic’s gaze and he poked Michael in the side. “Let him play, let him play.”
Dominic swallowed tightly, reaching for the last shot and throwing his head back again. His determination kept him from even grimacing at the sour flavor that went down his throat, and he said a quick, “Bye”, before he stood up and began to walk towards the dance floor, Tom whistling as he left.
He was several feet from the brunette when electric eyes caused him to stop in his path, momentarily widening in shock before they danced wickedly. Still lip syncing, his mouth curved into a devilish grin and his tongue grazed the edge of his top teeth. Matthew began to step backwards, the space before him closing up instantly, and travelled deeper into the crowd. Dominic followed, his body unconsciously moving forward in fear he’d lose sight of the brunette. He was barely a couple feet behind him, teasing glances of blue keeping him in the right direction as the mob of people swallowed him up and he was once again pressed against writhing bodies.
Matthew stopped suddenly after a few slow paces, Dominic almost running into him from behind. Dominic’s breathing hitched at the closeness between their motionless bodies, and a nervous fluttering started in his belly when Matthew slowly turned around. Dominic could smell his sweat, could feel the heat burning on his skin, and he felt a sudden warmth overcome him as the brunette slowly tilted his head upwards, thrilling and stirring blue branding into his skin as pink lips parted in a small grin.
“Let me violate you.”
Author:
sunshine_173 Rating: PG-13
Pairing: BellDom/Original characters
Summary: When Dominic, a young college student from NYC, visits his sister in a small town in Southern Italy, he comes across Matthew, an Italian born, English raised wine maker and connoisseur. After their brief encounter, Dominic finds himself taken by this enigmatic and seductive man. During the two months of summer, he experiences more than he could've imagined.
Feedback: I'm a comment whore. Every time I read one, miniature fairies take handfuls of love from my heart and dispense them into yours.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, Matt or Dom. If I did, unspeakable acts would be committed.
Warning: Drinking. Language. Man-banter.
Note: Fuck a duck I've missed the stress of posting. I'm so, so, so sorry for not updating anything in nearly two months. A lot of it has to do with life, school, writer's block, and the fact I've become terribly dependent on my writing buddy
lalalive23 . We had our first proper writing party last night and I about shat myself from the amount of productivity I got done. SAY HAY CO-DEPENDENT. Anyways, I'll be updating AA, Infinity, and have the second part of this up AS SOON AS I CAN. Which means I will legit be writing in the middle of class because no, I will never need to know how to calculate the inverse of a logarithm. Sorry school board, but that ain't kosher. So yeah. OH OH. I forgot. My beautiful lalalive23 inspired one of the original characters you'll meet in this chapter. You'll know which one, it's mildly obvious. Also, I wanted to share that these are the images I had in mind for Nicolas and Matthew. Glorious thanks to 
lalalive23 and flavoroftea for being gorgeous bit readers, cheerleaders, plot bunnies, and Ineedtostopneedingyous.Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
The pulsating heartbeat of bass-heavy music pounded out roughly, veins of rhythmic synths weaving intricately throughout the cadence. A whispered voice crawled in the sound waves that danced with a million vibrating particles, all swimming around the blonde as he weaved through the surge of sweat-soaked bodies teeming with a single motive: to unify.
The beat grew heavier as he pushed forward, his skin feeling as if it was vibrating with every syllable of the repetitive and harshly spoken lyrics. Everywhere was the scent of heat and flesh; everywhere was the throng of those in desperate need of escape from the day; escape from thought and pressure and to spiral together as one into pulsing sound and feel. Clammy hands grabbed against the black material of his t-shirt, not exactly pushing yet not exactly pulling. Just holding onto, clinging onto, as some semblance of gravity.
Dominic could feel his heartbeat dancing full-speed in his veins, the blood pounding to the beat of the crescendoing music. His eardrums rang with static and his skin prickled at the feel of so many eyes traversing over him as he pushed through the crowd. Grey flickered excitedly, wildly around, looking for some form of familiarity amongst the shuddering, shimmering, shaking strobes flashing rhythmically in the small building. Sweat pervaded his senses, blinding light reflecting momentarily off the gleaming skin of a hundred people before disappearing, only to return a second later.
The flux of their grinding slid around him, gliding smoothly until it seemed that they all were fused together, moving as one, dancing as one. The music calmed lightly, the repetitive drumbeat quiet, before the voice whispered out a scream, the entire club seeming to jump slowly together as the tempo amplified once more. Dominic was barely jostled, his head swiveling around once, twice, as he searched for the ones that had brought him to this place. Blonde hair began to plaster itself to his forehead, a droplet of sweat beading down the nape of his neck. The heat was astounding but nowhere near uncomfortable, his own body seeming to relish in the sensation of so much overpowering tangibility.
He glanced over his shoulder once more, a movement differing from the chaos surrounding him catching his attention. A tanned arm moved in a wide ark several times, glimpses of it peeking through the spaces between bodies, and Dominic smiled in relief when he saw it was connected to Michael. He pushed forward, squeezing through the crowd until he reached the edge of the dance floor. Dominic panted slightly, grinning at the laughing man in front of him.
“Jesus Dom, of course you’d get lost on the way to piss.” Michael shouted to him, snorting and rolling his eyes while he threw a thick arm around the blonde’s shoulders, tugging him towards a table where two other men sat.
Dominic chuckled, taking a seat as he grabbed the beer closest to Nicolas. Throwing his head back, he took a long swig and leaned back in his chair. “Well, Mike, it’s not a matter of getting lost, but of getting completely sucked into that vortex of a dance floor.”
Nicolas laughed, flashing a quick grin at a passing waitress before he leaned forward onto the table. “Dom, baby, do you not get out often?”
“Please, Nicky, I don’t blame the boy for being a little frightened. Italian nightlife is a whole lot wilder than what he’s used to.” Tom said, raising an eyebrow in the blonde’s direction. “You…are used to shit, yeah?”
“Wel-”
“What Dommie’s trying to say,” Michael laughed, Dominic giving him an exasperated stare, “is that he’s a schoolboy and has never seen proper ass move the way it was supposed to.”
Tom and Nicolas burst out laughing, Tom’s wide smile nearly blinding Dominic as he shook his head and wiped a palm down his face.
“Bitch, how do you know what I’ve seen?” He quipped, taking another gulp of his bitter beer.
“It’s your aura, dear. It’s so…white. Haven’t seen anything as white as that expect for Tom’s arse, and I swear to you, it’s fuckin’ white.”
Dominic widened his eyes, Tom smacking Nicolas in the arm before peering around to his backside in a faux attempt at looking worried. “What the hell do you know about my cheeks, man?”
Nicolas smirked and gave a cheesy wink, Tom shivering in return. The ebony haired man turned his sights back onto Dominic, cracking his knuckles and cocking his head to the side. “What I was saying is that you seem absolutely innocent. When it comes to a man, sometimes that isn’t a good thing. Lust is a game, like uh…what’s that one board game with the squares?”
“Chess?” Tom offered, quirking an eyebrow in amusement.
“Si! Grazie, Thomas. Lust is like chess. You move a piece on the board; your opponent moves a piece on the board. Back and forth, back and forth, until checkmate!, one of you wins and claims the prize. Now apply that to the law of sexual attraction. You make a move, you show the other person what you have to offer, and you state what you want simply through body language and expression. If the other person is interested, they’ll reciprocate, and thus begin the game. After that, I hope you can figure out what comes.”
“If everything goes according to plan, you will be.” Michael muttered under his breath.
Tom barked out a laugh. “Fucking fourteen year old.” Michael ducked his head down with a grin, Dominic giggling at the two.
“You understand, though?” Nicolas asked, holding up a hand and gesturing at a waitress walking in their direction.
“Yeah, yeah, I catch your drift. I’ve just never bothered to put it into practice.”
“Well, how about you practice now. That’s the whole reason I even drove your ass to this place with these two.” Grinning wickedly, Michael looked around.
“You took me to an underground industrial club in the middle of Naples just so I could get laid.” Dominic stated, staring in mild disbelief at his brother-in-law.
“Why the fuck else would I have bothered to leave my beautiful wife and spend time slumming around with you?”
“Oh, like you haven’t missed me all these months.” The blonde said, rolling his eyes.
“That’s beside the point-”
“Oi, enough with the sentimental shit. I’m not drunk enough for your love to come out.” Tom sighed, smiling flirtatiously at the waitress who had just arrived.
Nicolas leaned towards her, dark eyes wide and a coy smile on his full lips. His black hair fell forward and with thin fingers, swept the loose strands back into place. Leaning back in his seat, he propped one arm against the back of the chair, brushing his hand back through his hair. With his other, he smoothed down his black button down, the bright red V-neck underneath standing out strikingly against his olive skin. He tilted his body towards the waitress, looking up at her from underneath long eyelashes.
“Katerina…” He whispered, his voice deep. In hushed Italian, he spoke to her for several seconds. Her doe-like eyes were lined with a thin application of dark eyeliner, thick eyelashes curled and flaring upwards towards her perfectly arched eyebrows. The more Nicolas murmured to her, to more emphasized her high cheekbones became as she smirked, glancing devilishly towards Dominic. She bit the corner of her bottom lip and tucked back her shoulder length hair.
“You…are virgin, yes?” She asked in a thick accent, staring directly at Dominic who froze like a deer under her gaze. Tom and Michael laughed, glancing at each other as they sat back comfortably to observe the scene unrolling before them.
“Wh-what? Oh God, no. No, I’m not a virgin. Nope. Not at all.” Dominic choked out, nervously fidgeting as the woman before him giggled, her leather-clad hips swaying towards him as she left Nicolas’ side. Dominic’s eyes were trained on the hipdents peeking out from the pants she wore, a skintight laced bodice hugging the curve of her waist.
“Aw, bambino, shhh.” Nicolas reached out as she said this, grasping her hips with each hand and pulling her back towards him. With a quiet and playful squeak, she fell onto his lap smiling.
“Sorry Dommie, love. How rude of me not to introduce my friend.” On the last word, he wrapped an arm possessively around her waist and nipped the bare skin of her neck. “This is my lovely Kat. I met her here many months ago. Now, Katerina dear, do you see my friend here? Dominic? Yes, well, we have a...situazione difficile.” Leaning her head back against his shoulder, she let out a quiet sigh of understanding.
“He cannot perform the sex?”
Dominic glared at Michael and Tom as they continued to bend over with laughter, the latter beginning to slap his hand against his thigh in a mock gesture, causing the blonde to repress a giggle of his own as he turned back to face Katerina and Nicolas.
“No, I’m perfectly acceptable at sex. I just don’t find it necessary to…do it all the time.” Straightening his shoulders, he glanced downwards.
Katerina giggled, shaking her head and leaning forward to ruffle Dominic’s hair with one of her hands. She began to speak swiftly to Nicolas, the melody of her accent and native tongue beauty to Dominic. Standing up, she bent back down and gently pecked the end of Nicolas’ nose, before giving Dominic a small wave and a wink.
“What the fuck did you two just say about me?” Dominic asked, a small pout present in his voice.
Nicolas began to laugh with the other two, his eyes twinkling as he crossed a leg. “Dear, we weren’t talking about you. The entire time she was with us, we spoke about the latest movies to come out in the cinema and what we should go see the next time she was off work. But did you see, even a little, how easily she picked up on your nervousness?”
Dominic stared in shock, his jaw comically dropping as Katerina reappeared with a tray of shots. “Nicolas, I don’t know how Michael met you, but I can’t decide if it was the best decision or the worst.” Sighing, he reached for a brightly colored drink, tipping his head back and downing it with a grimace.
Nicolas chuckled. “How we met is a tale for another time, Dommie.” Michael snorted into his drink, leaning across the table to give his friend a quick knuckle touch.
The music changed then from a slow, bass-heavy RnB track to an airy industrial sound. A rhythmic heartbeat of a drum repeated itself slowly, and Dominic found himself twirling his empty shot glass as he glanced at the dance floor. Relaxing into his seat, he tapped the fingers of his left hand to the melody of the synths that had begun to make a tune he recognized. A voice grated out choppy words, the sound causing gooseflesh to rise along his skin. Those dancing all seemed to move as one. Everyone swayed, grinded, in unison.
One particular body stood out from the rest, narrow hips pressed into a curvaceous form from behind. Dominic’s eyes widened slowly as they travelled upwards, the lean torso and thin shoulders frighteningly familiar. The music began to get heavier, more and more sounds coming together in harmony. Dominic felt his throat unconsciously clench when the person turned around, coming closer to the edge of the crowd and barely ten or fifteen feet from where Dominic sat.
“Matthew.” Breathlessly he whispered the brunette’s name under his breath, his hand that was previously tapping now clenching the material of his jeans tightly. A wave of heat washed over his body, deliciously slow. The chatter of his friends drowned out, and they were completely oblivious as the blonde broke out in a sweat at the simple sight of the man that had been haunting his nights for the last two weeks.
Matthew stood, head tilted back and to the side, his Adam’s apple bobbing once as the tendons in his neck strained. His skin gleamed with sweat, his jaw clenched as he mouthed the words to the song. The shadows of his cheekbones were prominent and Dominic could tell his eyes were tightly closed. He wore a white t-shirt with a black, abstract pattern across one side of it, the V of the neck dipping down mid-chest. His necklace still hung around his neck, the black of the plectrum striking against the white of his skin. The shirt was snug on him, and Dominic swore he could barely make out the outline of his nipples against the material. Once more, he was clad in tight black jeans, his hips defined as they slowly gyrated to the beat.
Dominic chanced another glance of his face, wanting the image of him in total submission to the music pounding and vibrating around him burned into his mind. His hair was messy, plastered to the sweat-soaked skin of his forehead and temples, and Dominic gulped when a pink tongue darted out to lick seemingly swollen lips. Everything Matthew was in that moment radiated desire, and the blonde found himself squirming in his seat, unable to tear his eyes away from Matthew’s.
“Oi! You okay, bud?” Michael’s voice shouted out, Dominic jumping abruptly at the feel of Michael’s hand on his shoulder. “Shit, dude, you’re on fire. Are you feeling alright?”
Nicolas laughed at the note of worry present in his tone, glancing mischievously around the club. “Look at his eyes Mike, and his cheeks. He’s aroused. Tell me, Dom, which lovely bird caught your eye?”
Dominic paid him no mind, not even turning his head away from Matthew’s to glance at Michael, whose hand still rested upon his shoulder.
Nicolas smiled coyly as he looked in the direction of Dominic’s gaze and he poked Michael in the side. “Let him play, let him play.”
Dominic swallowed tightly, reaching for the last shot and throwing his head back again. His determination kept him from even grimacing at the sour flavor that went down his throat, and he said a quick, “Bye”, before he stood up and began to walk towards the dance floor, Tom whistling as he left.
He was several feet from the brunette when electric eyes caused him to stop in his path, momentarily widening in shock before they danced wickedly. Still lip syncing, his mouth curved into a devilish grin and his tongue grazed the edge of his top teeth. Matthew began to step backwards, the space before him closing up instantly, and travelled deeper into the crowd. Dominic followed, his body unconsciously moving forward in fear he’d lose sight of the brunette. He was barely a couple feet behind him, teasing glances of blue keeping him in the right direction as the mob of people swallowed him up and he was once again pressed against writhing bodies.
Matthew stopped suddenly after a few slow paces, Dominic almost running into him from behind. Dominic’s breathing hitched at the closeness between their motionless bodies, and a nervous fluttering started in his belly when Matthew slowly turned around. Dominic could smell his sweat, could feel the heat burning on his skin, and he felt a sudden warmth overcome him as the brunette slowly tilted his head upwards, thrilling and stirring blue branding into his skin as pink lips parted in a small grin.
“Let me violate you.”