lalalive23 | The Long Surrender: 25B/30

Title: The Long Surrender
Author:

lalalive23
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Explicit Sex
Summary: AU. Matt moved to Spain immediately after his lover left him to continue his work on the Spanish guitar. When Dom takes a holiday with his new fiancee, his world is turned upside down and nothing is the same again.
Feedback: Taste like chocolate rain....sung to the tune of Purple Rain.
Disclaimer: I do not own Muse. I do not own anything. This never happened. I don't make money off of this. Holy god, if I did...dreams would be coming true.
Note: Welp. Here we are. The Big Bang. I will admit, as difficult as writing this story can be it was nice coming back to this world. I am hoping I can keep a pattern up with this fic so I can finish it, but real life tends to get in the way so I can't make any promises. But this is entirely yours. This chapter belongs to YOU if you are reading it. You have waited two years for this, and I have waited two years to write it. So. With that said, endless thanks and cookies to my bit readers

ashamedbliss,

easilyglorious and

sunshine_173. They were the ultimate cheerleaders. And to

millionstar for being the best beta ever. Now, my darlings. Enjoy this. I love you.

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14A Chapter 14B Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25A

The tangible heat and eroticism that blossomed between them in the small backstage closet of 12 bar followed them in palpable measures on their journey home. It pressed itself against the walls of the crowded tube carriage, made Dominic's throat strain from the effort of breathing and manifested itself in clandestine glances between irises of blue and grey. And it circulated in the current of their pinky fingers, interlocked and permanently bound together for the walk to Matthew's building. Matthew would never know, but it dripped from the plaster cracks of the stairway as Dominic studied the curve of his arse as it moved deliciously up the each step. Meaning clouded every interaction, heavy with the weight of implication and anticipation.

Dominic studied the intricacies of Matt's profile as he turned his key in the door. He admired the way the light splayed across his skin in dark shadows, lines darkening as they creeped down his neck and disappeared into black beneath the folds of his shirt. Beneath his gaze, Matthew provided him a sideways glance as he chuckled and pushed through his door. A brief moment of hesitation stopped Dom in his tracks as he stood in the threshold. He viewed it as a barrier between his old life and the current one he had begun to lead with Matthew. Recalling the words he had so desperately whispered at 12 Bar, he mulled them over in his mind. Mentally, he suckled the implication of those words, and stepping a foot through the door to Matthew's kitchen meant action - meant entering a realm of new experiences to overwhelm his senses.

He watched in silence as Matt entered his flat, propping his guitar case against the wall to shrug out of his jacket. Arms moving with almost effeminate elegance, the brunet draped his coat across a chair and turned to regard Dominic. It was the coy smile that spread his lips wide that drew Dominic in, his feet moving of their own accord. He shut the door behind him, softly, as Matthew approached him, becoming very much a predator. Dom was comfortable in his position as prey, welcomed it and savoured it, and adopted his own grin as he backed against the wall near the door.

Strong hands wrapped themselves around his hips, lips hovered millimeters above the flesh of his neck; Dominic felt himself slowly coming undone. He tipped his head back as Matthew buried his face in the crook of his neck, eyes rolling back in his head. The hot breath from Matthew's mouth was teasing him, turning him into a wanton version of himself that he could not recognize. Bringing his hands to cup the curve of Matt's arse, he struggled to remember a time he had ever needed to possess another person or to be possessed completely by someone else. A man can only lose his virginity once with a woman, and become comfortable with their role as the one who takes from women. But now, here, Dominic found himself becoming virgin once more, shaking and quivering beneath Matthew's fingers as he swallowed his childish apprehensions.

"Tell me," Matt whispered, his tongue lapping at Dom's earlobe, "what you want."

A keening whine rumbled from Dom's chest as he ground his fingers into the supple flesh he was holding. "I want you." He repeated his words from 12 Bar, pressing his head into the wall as he struggled to regain coherency.

He felt Matthew shake his head.

"Be. Specific." The words slithered down Dominic's neck, too light kisses following in their wake. He would never get used to the way Matthew was able to shift from the gentle musician of the day into eroticism defined in the shade of night. The hands on his hips began to pull his shirt from his waist band, nails scratching gently at his skin.

"Y-you," Dom stammered, fighting his overwhelmed senses. "All of you."

Once more, Matthew shook his head. He pulled himself from Dominic's neck, and Dom released a shaking moan when his fingers slipped beneath his waistband and around to his bum.

"You already have me. You need to tell me how you want me. What do you want from me." With each accentuated word, Matthew's tongue came to lightly lick at Dominic's parted lips. Dom moved his head forward, hoping to capture the muscle in a kiss, but Matthew tipped his head out of his reach.

Dominic knew why Matthew was forcing him to speak explcitly, why he was torturing him so sweetly. For Dominic to admit his desires meant he was consenting to not just sex and not sex with a man, but he would be admitting and consenting to his desire to be in a relationship with Matt, consenting to give in to the side of himself he had not known he possessed.

He leaned forward, inhaling the scent of Matt's skin through his shirt before licking a line up the tendon he so adored in his neck. With a smile, he reached Matthew's ear.

"I want you to fuck me. Hard."

The reaction from Matthew was almost immediate. A growl erupted from his throat as he hungrily consumed Dominic's mouth. Pulled from the wall, Dominic went limp as Matthew moved him through the kitchen as his tongue was deeply massaged. Fisting his hands in dark hair, he sucked wetly on the tongue and lips that were dominating his own as he was pushed into the wall of the hallway.

Sharp hipbones ground into his groin, and he released Matthew's mouth with a strangled moan. He was painfully hard, his body high off of sheer pleasure.

"You have no idea," Matthew sighed, grinding into him, "how many times the last few months I have imagined you bent over every surface of my house. Writhing. Beneath me." He bit at Dominic's bottom lip, pulling it gently before he released it with a dark chuckle. "You have no idea, the things I could do to you."

Shivering, Dominic ground into Matthew's groin in response as he bathed in the wake of Matthew's words. Images ran through his head at rapid speed of his body twisted into an infinite amount of positions, contorted with pleasure as he was driven to ecstasy. The couch, the table, the floor, the counter became mental playthings in swift succession before he grounded himself in reality remembering that they still needed to claim the bed as theirs.

Suddenly, he was left bereft and alone, watching the way Matthew's hips swayed as he walked the short distance into his bedroom. With half lidded eyes, he marveled at Matthew's shoulders as he slipped his shirt down his body. Shoulder blades becoming exposed and swiveling togethers as they lowered the fabric down, down, to reveal the sumptuous curve of his spine before it disappeared into his trousers. His garbled breathing was the only sound to break through the rush of blood in his ears, hands bracing himself against the wall to keep him upright.

Matthew had become a hurricane, a force of nature that could uproot his defenses and produce a sensory overload in the very core of his being. He was running hot, a flush creeping up to his neck as he admired the way the streetlights from the window gently grazed Matthew's pale skin. Slowly, he pushed himself from the wall to enter the bedroom, feeling the air thicken with each step. When Matthew turned to look over his shoulder, lips wet and parted, Dominic released a hum in his throat as he found himself again burning the image of his profile into his memory.

Closing the gap between them, Dominic brought his arms around to Matthew's front, paying no mind to the pile of button down and undershirts he was stepping on. He pressed his nose into a bony shoulder as he inhaled the smell of Matthew's cologne and sweat deep into his lungs, refusing to exhale until his chest began to burn. Turning his face in, he began to suck and nip at Matthew's neck as his hands drew down to unbutton Matt's trousers. He had undone the fly before his hands were stilled and the man in his arms turned to face him.

"Ah ah," Matt said. "You're wearing too many clothes.

There was a reverence in Matthew's fingers as his shirt was pulled over his head, a veneration in his eyes that made Dominic feel the beginnings of vulnerability pool in his stomach. He allowed himself to be undressed, let Matthew's hands wander over his skin as each centimeter was laid bare. Years with women, years with Julia, years of falling into sheets with nameless faces in drunken one night stands and happy accidents after university parties that ended in pleasure could never quite match the intimacy he felt as Matthew knelt before him to untie his shoes, remove his socks, and scratch gently at his ankles. Years of sex and too-good-to-be-true orgasms, but in all of those endless and memorable encounters, not a soul had looked at him the way Matthew appeared before him. Worshipped, on his knees, in front of the altar of his own personal lust. The vision of Matthew looking up at him, as though prepared to receive communion, made the urgency of his desire wholly unbearable.

"Come," he whispered, fingers fluttering and tugging through Matt's hair. "Come up here and kiss me."

He pulled Matt to stand before him, feeling his own trousers being pulled to the floor in the process. Their chests came together, breathing in union as their eyes traced every curve of lips, nose and cheeks. Too soon Matthew had pulled away, his hips shimmying out of his trousers. He had become a magnetic pole to which Dom was bound, and with each backward step toward the bed Matthew took, Dominic matched him to keep the same distance between them.

When the back of his knees hit the bed, Matthew gathered Dominic into his lap. Dominic kneeled astride him, pushing his legs out to wrap around Matthew as the thin fabric of their boxers did little to protect their cocks from rubbing deliciously together. They panted their frustration into opposing mouths, teeth nipping at whatever flesh they could.

"Want you," Matt gasped as he pushed Dom's head back to lick across his jawline. Dominic started to feel himself come undone, his cockhead leaking and staining the front of his shorts with want. His hands clung desperately to Matthew's biceps, falling into bliss as he shut his eyes and felt the muscles move beneath his fingertip. Small as he was, his years of playing guitar kept him exceptionally toned and he was continually shocked by the strength he possessed to control and hold Dominic at his will.

"Fuck me, please. I want you to fuck me." Dom was muttering words into the atmosphere, hoping the sound of his voice would find a way to cross the fog of desire that had filled the room to brach Matthew's ears. He kept his eyes closed, allowing every sensation to control him completely as Matthew's hands directed every synapse in his body.

He felt himself gently lull to the right before the bed came into contact with his back. Matthew slithered down his waist, tugging his boxers as he went. Dominic whined as his cock sprung free, his eyes fluttering opening as his mouth began to salivate. Aching to be touched, sucked and fucked, he spread his legs wide in the hopes that he would no longer be kept waiting. Ringing the back of his mind was the memory, once again, that Matthew had told him he was a very sexual person. There, in the darkness of his bedroom, he wondered why he had ever been surprised. Matthew had guided him through countless orgasms as he was sucked to completion, his hands had seemed to know where he longed to be touched before he had ever vocalized his preferences. With Matthew below him, nose pressed to the inside of his thigh inching higher with each passing second, he became drunk with arousal and bit his index finger to silence a stream of pleas begging to tumble from his lips.

"I want…." Matthew breathed along his thigh, "to bite your hips to bruising. I want to suck this thigh to purple. I want to mark you as mine."

The sheer possessiveness in Matthew's tone sent shivers down Dominic's spine, a low undertone in his voice he had never heard before.

"Do it."

The words had barely come from his mouth before he felt lips and teeth claiming the spot above his femoral artery. He released a primal moan, the knowledge that no one would ever see the mark - the spot so personal and intimate - but Matthew, made his cock twitch in frustration, and the coil in the base of his spine began to increase in pressure.

Minutes passed, too fast and too slow, time blurring into one continuous moment, and his cock began to ache with neglect. Nudging Matthew with his right foot, he silently begged the other man to claim his cock instead.

A chuckle slowly rolled from Matthew's mouth and along his thigh, over to his groin. With a steady hand, Matthew fisted Dom's pubic hair and offered a gentle tug. "So impatient lover." He breathed the words along Dominic's tip and he whimpered in pleasure. "As you wish."

Dominic was unprepared for the ease with which Matthew took him in one fell swoop, becoming contained so completely in Matthew's mouth as he hollowed his cheeks and started to feast. His fists hit the sheets with a muffled thump, hands and fingers digging into the cloth to clench it to wrinkling. The vibration of Matthew's hum shook him to his core, tilted his world off his axis and he bit his fist to stifle a scream.

A cool air surrounded his cock, and he looked down to see Matthew had removed his mouth. He furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Let me hear you, lover. I want to hear you."

Once more Dominic became consumed, his cock thrumming in the wet heat of Matthew's mouth. The blood in his body was being set to boil, each artery drumming it's own rhythm to feed his body with ecstasy. The room soon became filled, his voice resonating off the walls and ceiling at a frequency he had never released before. Experience with Matthew's mouth was never a thing to grow accustomed, for the opportunity could never present itself. Every lick and suck was different, teeth would graze in different spots. He could work his hands and mouth in unison or tear different pieces apart with lust.

Nearing the precipice of his climax, his mouth formed garbled phrases that resembled coherent words to try to tell Matt to stop - he didn't want it to be over so quickly. Understanding his flustered language, Matthew withdrew his mouth and Dominic ran his tongue along his teeth at the sight of Matthew's swollen lips dripping with spit and pre-come.

"Kiss me with that stunning mouth," Dominic begged. But he was denied his wishes, something Matthew had never done before. If he asked, Matthew gave. Now, watching the way Matthew's eyes sparkled wickedly, an excited thrill of fear filled his chest.

Two long fingers were lifted to Matthew's mouth, his middle finger spreading what pre-come hadn't dribbled to his chin like a pornographic lip-balm. Dominic's breathing caught as those two fingers slowly disappeared into the cavern of his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he sucked with his eyes closed. He was the picture of filth: cock hard and high against his stomach, sucking his fingers like mother's milk, and yet he had never looked so seraphic.

Releasing his fingers with lidded eyes, he crawled up Dominic with a grin that set Dominic's heart to pounding. The wet fingers slid down his chin, leaving an erotic streak of promise dripping down his jaw and to his neck, before Matthew ran them along his lips. He opened his mouth tentatively, sensing Matthew was begging entrance.

"Suck, lover," Matthew commanded.

Dominic sucked the digits the way he would Matthew's cock: slowly, deftly, and hungrily. His tongue wrapped around them, eagerly fellating the tips as best he could. He rolled Matt's words around his mind, confused as to why he would need to suck so wetly, though he did not eel it was an inconvenience. To be given any inch of Matthew to taste was being offered a feast from the gods.

Satisfied, Matthew pulled his hand away and Dominic released a small, petulant whine. He watched as Matthew retreated once more down his body, eyes going wide when one of his legs was brought to rest atop Matt's shoulders.

"You are entirely too good at self-lubrication," Matthew murmured, bending back down to rest happily between Dom's spread legs. "I'm going to give you the best rim job you have ever had." He finished his sentence with a kiss to Dom's knee.

"Uh….I've never….I mean," Dom stammered, propping himself on his elbows.

From somewhere beneath him, Matt's voice came. "I figured. Aren't you lucky it will be the best and the first."

The excruciating heat of Matthew's tongue swirled mercilessly around his entrance and Dominic released a holy wail into the room. Coming apart on the sheets, he started to grind into the touch aching for more, for less, for something to alleviate to intense sparks of arousal circulating through his bloodstream. To be touched so intimately was something he had never been prepared for, the coupling between a man and another man completely foreign to him. Even with Julia, he had never touched or licked her in the way Matthew slowly bringing him to pieces. It felt right that he was experiencing this with Matthew. This was their plane of intimacy, this belonged to them - to be shared with only Matthew.

It was when Matthew added his fingers that he released a choked sob, back arching high off the bed only to come down again, forcing a loud creak from the bed. Tongue, fingers, the vibration from Matt's mouth were turning him to a babbling mess, and he grounded himself in the slurred curses and loud moans he was releasing into the room. He curled his toes, one foot hooking into the sheets as the other slid its heel up and down Matt's spine. A war began to wage between what he wanted and what he needed. He desperately wanted to prolong his release, but his body had been riding close to the edge since Matthew's performance and he was nearing the point of pain as he forced himself not to come.

"Matt, Matt," he panted. "Oh fuck, please, stop, fuck, go-gonna come. I'm gonna come, oh fuck, God, unnggggggg" He was close - too close. "Fuck me, please just fuck me. Come up here and fuck me, I need you now." He was desperate and pleading, his voice carrying a twinge of falsetto as it echoed off the walls.

He suddenly felt inconceivably empty, and he whined at the loss. Where he once could never imagine being filled, he suddenly never wanted to be empty ever again. Matthew sat back on his knees, dropping Dom's leg back to the bed as he ran his wrist along his face to dry his mouth. He smiled down at Dom, as though he was an artist and Dom's disheveled and writhing form was his masterpiece.

"In the drawer next to you, in the night stand," Matt rasped. "There's a box of condoms."

Dom shook his head. "No. I trust you. I want to feel you." He could barely increase his volume above a pant.

Matt's eyes bugged out of his head. "Are- are you sure? This is a huge step, I don't-"

"I trust you," Dom repeated. "I just want it to be you and me."

The air of Matt's demeanor shifted, and suddenly he was atop Dominic, kissing him passionately as he settled between his legs. He pulled back only briefly to lick down the palm of his hand before he grasped his erection, wetting it with his own saliva. Positioning himself at Dom's entrance, he stared down, a tender glint in his eyes before he kissed Dom's lips and pushed home.

Dominic broke the kiss to wince in pain, eyes squeezing shut at the sensation of being painfully full. He clutched Matt's trembling arms to ground himself in the sensation hoping the pain would ease away. After a few seconds, Matt pushed himself further in and Dominic let out a pained gasp.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," Matt said through gritted teeth. His quivering form was hovering above Dom and he knew it was an internal battle for himself not to move with speed.

"No. I want you."

Matthew said nothing, just pushed himself further to the hilt and paused. Dominic wasn't sure how long it took for the pain to ebb, for the sensation of the tight muscle being ripped open wide to soothe, but eventually he nodded against Matt's neck for him to continue. Matthew thrust into him slowly, his hips adopting a languid pace in order to let Dom fully acclimate to the size of his cock.

On the third thrust, he shifted his hips to the left and Dominic came alive. Eyes wide open, he dug his nails into Matt's back and moaned.

"Harder."

Matthew snapped his hips in a rough pattern, tapping the bundle in nerves inside Dom on every third thrust. Their ecstatic moans and the sound of the headboard hitting the wall became the symphony of their coupling. With each thrust delivered, Dominic felt as though he was being driven closer towards transcendence. He was surrounded on all sides by Matthew, consumed inside and out, and he felt as though he would soon evaporate into the atmosphere as he reached a higher plane of existence.

"Fuck, you're so tight. My god, you're fucking perfect, lover."

Dominic lifted his hips to meet Matthew's thrusts at his lover's words, his teeth biting down onto the shoulder he had come to favor.

He was lifted to a sitting position, legs wrapped tightly around Matt's back as he bounced in a pounding rhythm atop Matt's cock.

"I'm not gonna last," he gasped, his hair sticking to his forehead and hairline drenched with sweat.

"It's ok. I want you to let go. Let me hear you let go." Matthew finished his sentence by wrapping a hand around Dominic's neglected cock. He stroked him with vigor, his hand squeezing and twisting in rhythm with his hips.

"Dear fucking god," Dominic moaned.

"Come. Come for me lover."

He came with a force, squeezing his hands into Matt's shoulder blades as he came gloriously and violently. Matt followed followed him, the clenching of his muscles forcing Matt to release hot into his arse. They rode their climax together, and Matt pulled Dom's face from his neck to look into his eyes as they came.

No words were said. None were needed.

They collapsed back onto the bed, boneless yet heavy. Dom struggled to catch his breath, the aftershock of his orgasm causing him to twitch as though he had been pulled from an electrical circuit. Matt pulled out of him and he winced, the feeling of his bum fucked to rawness both welcome and unpleasant.

Silence filled the room, their slowing breaths the only sound either wanted or needed to hear. Staring at the ceiling, Dom blindly sought Matthew's hand to twine their fingers together. His skin cooled slowly, sweat sticking to his skin as though he was caught in a summer heatwave. He was unsure how long they remained like that before another moment from the evening came crawling to the forefront of his mind.

"Matt," Dom said quietly.

"Mmmm?" was all Matt could manage, head resting against the pillow close to Dominic's right ear.

Dominic mustered his courage and released his words with a smile into the room.

"I love you."

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EEEEEEEEEEE, Kat this was...oh my god. Brilliant. Absolutely amazing. Incredibly hot. The way you write is just breath-taking. I loved it. And, I smiled when Dom said, "I love you." :') Just...excellent in every way. <3

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