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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Muse
  Relationship:
      Matt_Bellamy/Dom_Howard
  Character:
      Matt_Bellamy, Dom_Howard
  Additional Tags:
      Demons, Demonic_Possession, Sex_Demon, Angst, Horror, Injury, Blood,
      Character_Death
  Collections:
      MS_Horror_Fest
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-24 Completed: 2014-01-19 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 15738
****** May You Fall Without Rising ******
by ashamedbliss
Summary
     Forcing our darkest souls to unfold, pushing us into self
     destruction...
     "Dom learned early on that his boyfriend Matt wasn't quite normal. In
     fact, he was possessed by a sex demon, which only came out to play
     when Dom and Matt have sex. Dom's okay with it, since it's kind of
     kinky, and it never harms him or Matt. Until it does."
***** Chapter 1 *****
Matt’s head whipped up from his homework as he heard a floorboard creak behind
him. He turned around, but in the darkness of his room all he could see were
shadows. He rubbed his eyes and stood up, crossing the room to switch on his
bedside lamp. It was getting late, and he was struggling to make headway on his
history homework. He’d spent most of the night fiddling about on his guitar, or
procrastinating by having a bath, or thinking about how pretty his classmate
was and how he was too shy to ever ask them out.
The only hitch in that plan was that Dominic Howard was very much male, and was
one of the grunge kids. The cool kids. Matthew would never have a chance of
asking him out in a million years. In fact, he’d tried to. He’d been speaking
to Dominic during their music class, and the words “want to hang on the pier
sometime?” squeaked out of his throat but were drowned out by a perhaps well
timed squeal of feedback. When Dominic had asked Matthew to repeat himself,
he’d bailed and began telling Dominic about a new song he was writing. The
other boy seemed interested enough in that, at least.
Sighing, Matthew switched off the lamp at his desk and shut all his books,
bending over to pack them into his school bag for a new day. He stopped mid-
motion though, and stayed stock still as he felt something akin to someone
breathing on the nape of his neck. The moment passed, though, and the skin
returned to a normal temperature again.
Biting his lip, Matthew tried to ignore the hairs raising on his arms as he
finished packing his things away. His eyes must’ve drooped, or perhaps he
blinked for a long time as he crossed the room to his bed; he refused to
believe that his light had flickered.
“I’m tired,” he mumbled to himself. “I’m just seeing things,” he said, nodding
all alone in his bedroom. “Yeah, seeing things.”
“Matthew?”
Matthew’s mother poked her head around the door, a look of confusion on her
face. “Are you alright, sweetie? Were you on the phone to someone?”
“No, Mum,” Matthew said as he pulled the covers up to his chin. “I just thought
I saw something, maybe,” he murmured, realising how ridiculous he sounded. His
mother sighed and stepped into the bedroom, crossing the room to sit on the
edge of Matthew’s bed. He was sure there was a shadow following her, but he
blinked and it was gone.
“You don’t still believe in those aliens, do you?” his mother asked in that
tone of hers. “You’re nearly sixteen now, I thought you would’ve grown out of
it.”
“Yeah, I have,” Matthew said, trying to hide the shake from his voice as he was
sure he saw something dart across the room. “It was just something silly. I’m
fine now.”
His mother regarded him with that look of hers, and then stood up, mussing up
his hair as she went. “If you’re sure,” she said. As she turned her back, he
was sure he heard a noise.
She believes you.
Matthew sucked in a breath, feeling a cold sweat break out down his spine as he
remained upright in bed. His mother blew him a kiss from the door, and he
smiled just as she closed it behind her. He was terrified, and for some reason
he hadn’t let his mother know.
“She wouldn’t believe me,” Matthew whispered to himself, as he turned out his
light and tried to bury down into his duvet. “It was the whole aliens phase.
Boy who cried wolf and all,” he mumbled, eyes growing heavy and sleep
overtaking him.
The shadows followed him in his dream. He was at school, and in a music lesson
but it was in the wrong place, everything was wrong, so wrong, Matthew could
feel it in the bones of his body. Everywhere he turned, there was a shadow just
out of eyesight, he could feel it behind his eyes and whispering in his ear,
yet he could never hear it.
Dominic was there. He smiled at him, which he’d never really done before.
Dominic had been dating one of the pretty girls from the year above until
recently, and she was there and she was naked and her white corpse was smeared
with blood. Dominic was laughing, and suddenly the shadow was Dominic, and then
they were both laughing.
“Your turn,” the shadow whispered, and suddenly Matthew was screaming. He felt
as if he was being torn limb from limb, and blood poured from his open mouth
and his heart felt like it was being squeezed until it would burst in his
chest. His skin was on fire and he watched the backs of his hands burn black,
charred.
He was upright in bed, screaming, with sweat pouring down his body. His hands
were curled into fists and he could feel blood, slick in his palms. His voice
was hoarse but as soon as his mother burst into the room, the hallway light
pouring in behind her and her eyes wide in surprise, he was completely silent.
Matthew blinked, once, slowly becoming aware of his surroundings again. He
looked at the pale backs of his hands, and turned them over, looking at the
unmarked skin of his palms.
“Matthew?” his mother asked, in a shrill, panicked voice. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Matthew said in a high pitch, surprised. “I’m… fine.”
It was true. He felt entirely normal. He couldn’t even remember why he’d woken
up, or how he was upright in bed or why his mother had thought to come into the
room. His throat was sore and he had no idea why. “I think it might’ve been a
bad dream,” he lied, realising his mother was obviously worried about
something, but he just couldn’t remember what it was. “I think I’m just going
to go back to sleep, now,” he said, wiping some of the sweat from his brow with
the back of his hand, and then shuffling down into bed again. He heard his
mother’s sigh, and then the door clicking shut.
It was only as he lay still and tried to shut his eyes that he realised he was
hard. Painfully so. He furrowed his brow as he tried to work out just what that
dream could’ve been. He took pride in the fact that it hadn’t actually been a
wet dream, but as he took his dick in hand he realised it was very close to
being that way. Ripping tissues from the box on his bedside table with his left
hand, it took only three tugs and the thought of being fucked into the mattress
by Dominic for him to be coming into the wad of tissues, cursing softly to
himself as he still managed to miss a blob that escaped onto his bedsheets. He
threw the wad of tissues in the vague direction of his bin and rolled over,
trying to fall asleep but somehow unable to rid his mind of the image of
Dominic above him, moaning and panting and calling his name.
Matthew didn’t realise, as he fell asleep once more, that this image would
haunt him until the very end of his days.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Matthew groaned as his alarm clock shrieked at him the next morning. Blindly,
he knocked it to the floor where it stopped beeping with a crunching noise.
Softly whining to himself, he cracked open his eyes to see the sun was already
up and blinding him through the crack in his curtains.

“Matthew! You’re going to be late.”

Knowing that he would rather face the prospect of getting up than the wrath of
his mother, Matthew rolled from under his duvet and stood wobbling on two legs.
He tried to ignore the morning wood in his boxers as he traipsed across the
landing to the shower.

As he stood under the shower head, which was managing to spray water in every
direction except onto his body, he became aware of a quiet hissing noise. He
pressed his ear closer to the pipework against the wall, but the source of the
noise still evaded him. With a tired half shrug to himself, he finally began
his shower routine, albeit lacking his normal wank and at twice the normal
speed.

He threw on a day-old shirt and the first pair of black trousers his eyes
landed on, grabbing his tie from the top shelf he’d flung it at the day before.
It was a Friday, which was thankfully the one day where he wouldn’t have to
wear his otherwise mandatory blazer. It was May, after all. He rolled his shirt
sleeves up to his elbows.

Ten minutes later, Matthew was running towards the bus stop shrugging his
rucksack onto his back, with a slice of toast in his mouth and one of his
shoelaces undone. The bus driver simply shook his head at Matthew as he got on.

The first lesson of the day, after registration and a somewhat awkward talk
with his tutor about the state of his French grades, was Music. Matthew liked
music, so he liked the lesson, but he still couldn’t work out if he liked
Dominic more.

He’d managed to rig the seating plan so he was sitting next to Dominic, with
Dominic’s ex-girlfriend on the other side. Beggars can’t be choosers, after
all.

“Hi,” Matthew said quietly as he took his seat, already feeling a blush creep
up his neck as Dominic grinned in reply.

“Hey,” Dominic said, looking as if he hadn’t seen Matthew in months, not just
the three days between their Music lessons. They made small talk about how
pregnant their teacher was getting (very), and how nice the weather was (very),
before a stack of worksheets made their way into Matthew’s hands, passed to him
from the person to his right. He took one for himself, and as he offered the
stack to Dominic, their fingers brushed.

“Sorry,” Matthew said, although he couldn’t deny the little tumbling sensation
in his stomach. Dominic simply answered with a smile, which turned into a full
on grin. Matthew looked away, blushing once more.

The hour passed quickly as they had to work through their sheets in silence.
Matthew spent the time engrossed with the octaves and arpeggios on his page,
and hardly noticed that Dominic had spent most of the lesson staring at him. As
the bell rang, the silence ruptured and chatter filled the room.

“I’m having a party tonight,” Dominic said suddenly, catching Matthew off
guard. As he looked up, he found that easy smile on Dominic’s face once more.
“Chris and Kelly will be there, as well as Tom… you know him, right?” Matthew
nodded and the smile grew wider. “Cool! Well he’s bringing a few girls, feel
free to bring a couple of mates along if you want,” Dominic said, Matthew not
sure if he was mocking him with that last statement. Friends weren’t his forté.
“Oh,” he added as he shrugged his backpack onto his shoulder and they began to
walk out of the classroom. “Don’t forget to bring some booze, if you can. Don’t
worry if you can’t, Chris has got a fake provisional.”

Matthew blinked as Dominic waited for a reply. “Sure,” he said, sounding a lot
more worried than he actually was. “What time?”

“About eight-ish, my place. Thistledown, yeah? Near the back. Mum’s got a
bright yellow car, you really can’t miss it. See ya!” Dominic called, already
halfway down the corridor to his next lesson, having clapped Matthew on the
shoulder as he went. Matthew could feel his skin burning through his shirt
where Dominic’s palm had made contact with his back. He began to walk down the
corridor, and it felt as if everyone’s eyes were on him; his skin was tingling
and he could feel sweat beginning to gather on the nape of his neck. Head down,
he hurried through towards his next classroom, resisting the urge to loosen his
tie just a little.

~

The rest of the day passed in a blur of mock exams, before finally the last
bell rang and Matthew was the first out of the classroom. His peers had been
acting strange all day; the girls had been fluttering their eyes at him (which
they had never done before), and he had definitely noticed that they kept
patting their fingers against his forearms as he talked, and they laughed as if
he had said something funny. Shaking his head, he tried to get rid of the image
of them, all blonde hair and light eyes.

Of course, which meant he was thinking about Dominic almost immediately.

He kept thinking about the way his skin had almost sizzled when he had touched
Dominic earlier. They’d touched each other before, of course (not in the way
Matthew wished they had, though) yet all that had resulted in was blushing and
butterflies on Matthew’s part. This was different.

He was beginning to get a headache, he realised as he sat on the bus home. He
let his head fall against the vibrating window pane, and it was almost
soothing. He hoped it would go before he started drinking, that night. The
times he’d been drunk (or pretty tipsy) before led to him not having a
hangover, and he certainly didn’t want to begin all that when he was drinking
at Dominic’s house.

Matthew sat up straight, one of his headphones falling out of his ear. Had
Dominic invited him over with ulterior motives? Matthew bit his lip at the
thought, and felt his dick twitch.

Fuck.

The bus turned onto his street, then, and Matthew bolted out of his seat to
stand by the doors. As soon as the bus pulled up and they opened, he was off
the bus and making good progress towards his house, biting his lip tight as he
could feel his dick get harder by the second. He was too concerned to even
worry about how this had never happened before in all his teenage years; all he
cared about there and then was reaching orgasm.

And he was sure that wouldn’t be too difficult.

He let out a sigh of relief as he unlocked the front door, seeing that the car
was gone from his drive so his mother would still be at work. He slammed it
shut behind him, dropping his bag and instantly palming himself once, twice,
three times before toeing off his shoes and loosening his tie.

He fell back onto the sofa, undoing a button of his shirt before quickly
undoing his trouser button and fly. A hiss escaped his lips as he touched his
cock through his boxers, and his head snapped up as his back arched under his
soft touch. He licked his lips three times, eyes wide as he ran a hand through
his hair.

Matthew’s skin felt like it was on fire, sweat collecting on his forehead as he
roughly shoved his trousers and boxers down to his knees. He pressed his heels
into the sofa as he gripped himself once more, a high-pitched cry torn from his
throat as he squeezed his eyes shut.

He felt wilder than he ever had, and he loved it. The laugh that filled the
room then was inhuman, but he was coming all up his school shirt and over his
tie, and he found that he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Titim gan éirí ort,” he whispered, as his eyes slowly opened, blinking into
the sunlight of the room. They shot open wide, though, when he realised he had
no idea of the words he’d just uttered. He’d never heard them before in his
life, and he had no clue as to what they meant.

As he began debating this, he heard a car pull up on the drive.

“Fuck!” he squeaked as he pulled his boxers and trousers up awkwardly, half-
darting and half-waddling up the stairs, locking his bedroom door behind him
just as his mother was calling his name. He stripped naked, his cock still
softening as he stood before his wardrobe. His shoulders were rising and
falling gently as he caught his reflection in the mirror. He met his double’s
eyes, and gasped. He blinked, and they were normal again.

“I’m seeing things,” he mumbled to himself as he went through his clothes. He
pulled on a pair of clean boxers. “Fucking exams and shit,” he muttered.

He pulled on a blue check shirt with black skinny jeans, running a hand through
his hair. It stuck up in every direction, which was good enough for him. He
gathered up his clothes, making sure not to get come on his new outfit, and
dumped them in the bottom of the bath tub, before running the tap over them.

Walking downstairs, Matthew’s stomach rumbled as he could smell his mother
already preparing dinner. He avoided the kitchen and snuck towards the spare
room, finding the stash of alcohol his mother kept for parties, and
occasionally allowed him to try… so occasionally that she wouldn’t even notice
if he relieved her of a six-pack of cider, right?

“I’m going to Dom’s tonight,” Matthew said to his mother as he sat at the table
in the kitchen a few minutes later. “He’s having a sleepover,” he lied.

“Aren’t you boys a little too old to be having a sleepover?” she asked
curiously, eyebrows raised as she looked at him from the other side of the
kitchen.

Matthew smiled angelically. If anything, they were a little too young.

~

“I know,” Dom said, gesturing to the dozen or so people currently in his living
room with his bottle of beer. “Let’s play Never Have I Ever!”

The party erupted in a cacophony of cheers and boos, drowning out the sound of
the newly-released Pablo Honey vinyl playing quietly in the background.
Dominic’s house was bigger than Matthew had expected, and they were making full
use of it while his parents were on holiday somewhere warm and sunny.

“I’ve never played it,” Matthew said quietly, and the girl to his left
(Caitlin? He had no idea) gave him a look as if he’d just admitted his dick was
twelve inches long.

“What.” She turned to Tom. “Can you believe this guy?” she said, with a twinge
of an American accent. If Matthew could remember, and he was on his third cider
of the night so things were a little fuzzy, she was an American exchange
student that Tom had befriended. Tom was the stud of the year, and no doubt
would pull that evening. Matthew rolled his eyes at the thought.

“Aw, Matt, you serious?” he said with a laugh. “Better explain the rules then,
we want you drinking.”

Matthew sighed, looking at the can of cider in his hand. At least he hadn’t
been forced to do shots or anything. Cider he could handle, just about. Caitlin
looked at him with a little bit of pity in her eyes, lightly touching the back
of his hand. She was maybe a couple of years older than them, and her look
turned from pitiful to smouldering in a second. Matthew withdrew his hand.

Dom sat up, smiling. He was reclined against a bean bag, almost on the opposite
side of the loose circle to Matthew. “Okay, so. The way we play it, someone
admits something they’ve done in their life, and they drink a finger, or a gulp
or two. But, they’re trying to get as many other people to drink as well. So, I
might say “never have I ever been to school,” and everyone would drink,” he
explained, with a shrug and a smile.

“But that’s shit,” Tom said, Dom laughing. “That’s boring. We want to know
people’s secrets. So it gets sexual, a lot of the time.”

“Enough chat!” Kelly said, looking a little worse for wear with a glass of
Archers and lemonade in her hand. Chris’ arm was draped over her shoulder.
“Let’s play! Tom first, he sets the right tone.”

With a devilish grin, Tom cleared his throat. “Never have I ever… touched
myself.”

He took a sip of his beer, and Matthew followed suit, memories of that very
afternoon swimming in his mind as he tipped his head back. When he looked
around the group again, it appeared that all but two girls had drank.

“My turn,” Chris said with a smirk. “Never have I ever had sex.”

Naturally, Chris drank, and so did Kelly. Tom and Dom both took a sip of their
drinks, along with some of the girls Tom had dragged along. Matthew could
hardly remember their names, but now they were looking at him all expectantly
as his cider can remained stood on the floor.

“I guess it’s my turn,” Matthew said, trying not to feel shameful about still
being a virgin. He had to step up his game. “Never have I ever… stolen
something.”

Matthew smirked as no one else drank, except Chris. Kelly slapped him lightly
on the arm, sloshing her drink around in the glass. “Ouch!” he whined. “It was
only a chocolate bar from the shop last year. I was three pence short.” He
looked at Matthew. “Please tell me yours is less pathetic than mine.”

Matthew grinned. “I stole a guitar.”

“What?!”

“How?!”

“Cool.”

Dominic sat with his arms stretched to his sides, a smirk on his face. He
nodded ever so slightly, and Matthew watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down
as he swallowed.

“I’m not telling you how I did it. It just happened,” Matthew said, pointing at
Dom. “Your turn.”

“Never have I ever kissed someone of the opposite gender,” he said, that smirk
still in place as he, and everyone else in the room raised their drinks to
their mouths.

Everyone except Matthew.

“You’re kidding, right?” Kelly asked, and Matthew was wondering when the hole
would open up underneath him to swallow him whole. He felt shame, and then, in
the pit of his belly, he felt anger. It wasn’t his fault he hadn’t yet been
kissed. Kelly could go fuck herself with her remark. Matthew pursed his lips as
he bit back a hiss. He had no idea where the notion had come from.

“No,” he said quietly. He looked back at Dominic, wondering why he’d asked that
question in that particular way. Everyone in the room was straight as far as
Matthew knew, excluding himself, and even if he hadn’t added that appendix, it
would’ve made no difference to whether he drank or not.

“Let’s change that,” Tom said.

“I’m not fucking kissing you,” Matthew spat to say, clamping his hand over his
mouth as he realised what he’d said. “I’m sorry, I think maybe I’ve drank--”

Tom was laughing already. “Mate, you haven’t drank enough!” he said, as one by
one the other occupants of the room began to laugh. Matthew giggled a little,
but he felt nervous. “No. Not me, Matt. I think… Caitlin?”

Caitlin blinked between them, smirking when she looked Matthew up and down.
“Sure,” she drawled in that accent of hers. From her position at Matthew’s
side, she simply leaned in, and before he could protest, Matthew’s mouth was
covered with hers.

This is wrong.

Caitlin pinned Matthew’s hands above his head quickly, as she rolled him back
on his beanbag. His hands clawed at thin air as he tried to resist her kiss. A
quiet voice in the back of his mind was telling him that it was wrong, so
wrong, and he could hear laughter filling the room.

She forced her tongue into his mouth.

He bit it.

She screamed, reeling back and sending a few drinks flying across the carpet.
Tom rushed over to her, and Kelly squealed and burrowed her face in Chris’ side
when she saw the blood coming from Caitlin’s mouth. She was crying, now, and
she looked at Matthew furiously.

He hadn’t meant to bite her. He hadn’t meant to hurt her at all; he’d just
wanted her to stop. He’d never been so violent in his life. A sound reached
him, in all his inner turmoil.

Dominic was laughing.

Reclined in the bean bag, he tipped the dregs of his beer into his mouth,
allowing the empty bottle to fall to the floor with a heavy thud. As all of the
girls left the room to fuss over Caitlin, Matthew watched Dominic laugh and
laugh and laugh, and he found himself laughing along with him.

He’d never been more attractive than in that moment.

His head was thrown back, and Matthew could see the long line of his neck, down
as it disappeared under his grey t-shirt. There was a feeling in the very
bottom of his stomach that he would see the skin underneath that fabric
tonight.

“I’m going to take Caitlin home,” Tom said, shooting a glance at Dominic and
then Matthew. No doubt to soothe Caitlin’s sore tongue with his own, Matthew
found himself thinking, and he smirked. “I’ll see you guys at school next
week.”

A few of the other girls made their excuses, as well, and suddenly the room was
a lot emptier as the front door slammed shut. Only Chris and Kelly remained,
aside from Dominic and Matthew.

“I know,” Kelly slurred, well on her way to being a nightmare for Chris. “Let’s
play truth or dare!”

Chris rolled his eyes as Dominic grinned. Matthew noticed that he hadn’t opened
a new bottle of beer. He finished his cider and put the can aside, something
telling him that he’d want to be relatively sober tonight.

“I’ll go first,” Dom said, “Matt, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he said immediately, breath catching on an inhale as Dominic’s grinned
turned into something darker.

“Was that your first kiss ever?” he asked, a knowing look in his eye. Matthew
nodded, afraid his voice might break if he actually said yes.

“My turn,” he said, after a few moments. “Chris, truth or dare?”

“Fucking liven it up, shall we?” Chris laughed, Kelly giggling into his side.
“Dare.”

Matthew’s mouth was moving before his brain caught up with him, but somehow he
knew exactly what he wanted to say. “I want you and Kelly to fuck.”

Chris paled as he looked at Matthew with disgust plain on his face. “What? No!
Kelly would never--”

Kelly’s lips were on Chris’ within seconds, her empty glass toppling over as
she quickly straddled his hips. His moans of protest turned to moans of
agreement, and Matthew threw a glance at Dominic.

Dominic reclined in his armchair of a bean bag without a care in the world,
watching Kelly grind her hips down onto Chris with a small smile on his face.
His arm was propped up at his side, and the fingers of his hand hung just above
his crotch.

He looked so calm and serene that it was utterly erotic for Matthew.

Dominic turned his head and caught Matthew’s gaze, just as Kelly let out a loud
moan.

“Maybe we should…”

“Yep,” Matthew answered immediately. He was getting hard, and although he knew
he would actually take pleasure in watching his friends have sex, the prospect
of Dominic now standing up to lead him out of the room was much more
intoxicating. He felt drunk, but not because of the shitty cider he’d been
drinking; it was the anticipation of kisses and sex and all those things to
come. Matthew justknew. It hung heavy in the air, and as Dominic shut the door
behind Matthew as they entered his bedroom, it became almost stifling.

“I mean,” Dominic began, scratching the nape of his neck with a laugh. He had
his back to Matthew as he fiddled around with the vinyl in his room, putting on
a copy of Portishead’s Dummy. “I would’ve sat there and watched them. I’m not a
coward,” he said suddenly to Matthew, turning back around. Matthew looked at
him, now he couldn’t admire the muscles of his back moving under his shirt. “I
was just getting a bit… well…” Dominic laughed again, and the sound made
Matthew bite his lip. Dominic cocked his head.

“Was that your first kiss?” Dominic asked, seemingly out of turn as he stepped
towards Matthew, who backed up and found himself falling down onto Dominic’s
bed. He couldn’t argue that that wasn’t where he wanted to be, though.

He realised the blood was rushing to his cheeks before he’d even managed to
answer. “Yes,” he replied clearly from where he sat on the bed, with a slight
air of defiance. At least he’d done it, now, anyway. Regardless of how badly it
had ended.

“Let’s fix that,” Dominic whispered, straddling Matthew’s hips and pressing him
down flat against his mattress. Matthew could feel his own erection against
Dominic’s as the other boy lay flush on top of him, pinning his hands high
above his head.

Matthew sighed as Dominic’s lips touched his, as if finally the weight of the
world had been lifted from his shoulders and he had been rewarded with wings.
Dominic’s lips were soft and they knew what they were doing, making no effort
to hide the fact that Dominic was trying to get his tongue into Matthew’s
mouth.

And Matthew let him.

He moaned softly at the feel of Dominic’s tongue against his own, and the
weight of his body on his chest. Dominic rolled them so they were both on their
sides, his hands quickly ridding Matthew of his shirt. He tried to ignore the
way Dominic’s fingers shook as he worked each button.

“Truth or dare?” Matthew whispered, Dominic grinning at him as he continued to
work on the buttons.

“Truth.”

“How many people have you slept with?” Matthew asked quietly. Their eyes met,
and Dominic tangled his legs with Matthew’s as his hands roamed his chest.

“Three girls,” Dominic said, tracing ribs and abs and circling nipples,
worshipping Matthew as he spoke of others. “Made it to third base with a guy
once. I’ve never…”

The sentence hung heavy in the air as the music continued to play, filling the
space between them with ethereal electricity. Matthew’s hands made their way to
Dominic’s belt of their own accord. “Truth or dare,” he asked again, quietly,
as his fingers worked on the buckle and zip, and as Dominic’s kisses fell down
his jaw and underneath his ear.

“I think it’s my turn,” Dominic murmured into Matthew’s ear, jerking as Matthew
gripped him firmly through his boxers.

“Truth, or dare?” Matthew asked, a naughty, scratchy feeling crawling through
his nervous system. He bit his lip as he watched Dominic squirm, his hand
slowly moving along his dick. It was if someone had flicked a switch in
Matthew’s brain; the lover he’d always craved to be was finally allowed to
begin making his mark.

Matthew watched Dominic’s lips move, but didn’t hear what he said over the
sound of the vinyl and of the white noise that now filled the room. He blinked,
and suddenly Dominic was out of focus, pressing their mouths together once
more. His eyes fell shut, and the moan he released was so deep it almost went
unheard.

It didn’t. Dominic’s hands fisted in his hair, and as their kiss broke
Matthew’s eyes flew open in shock. He felt so alive, but then he looked down
his body at his open shirt, and at his cock straining against his jeans, and he
blushed.

“You’re so cute when you do that,” Dominic said, standing up from the bed to
shimmy out of his jeans. Matthew reddened further. “You see this?” Dominic
said, touching himself through his boxers. “It’s all for you. Couldn’t stop
thinking about you after music. Couldn’t wait to get you here, alone,” he
continued as he unbuttoned Matthew’s jeans, pulling them down and discarding
them on the floor with his own.

“I choose dare,” he said, pulling his t-shirt over his head. Matthew stayed
quiet for a moment, watching the play of his muscles underneath his skin. He
sat up on his elbows, pulling his shirt off his shoulders and throwing it
aside.

“I dare you to fuck me,” Matthew said, Dominic’s smirk turning into a grin
briefly.

“It’s hardly a dare if I’m going to do it anyway,” he said, crawling back up
Matthew’s body. His skin was almost cold to Matthew’s touch. They kissed
lazily, although the shifting of their hips indicated other intentions. Dominic
made Matthew’s breath hitch in his throat as he pulled down his boxers, his
pink and pretty cock matching his pink and pretty cheeks. Dominic crossed the
room for a brief moment, returning with lube and a condom.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” Dominic said, slicking up one of his
fingers and pressing it against Matthew’s arse. He shivered at the cool liquid
against his burning skin. Dominic pushed his finger inside and Matthew mewled,
as a rush of power shot through his muscles which made his fingers begin to
twitch rapidly.

His breathing sped up, threatening to turn into hyperventilation as he bit down
on his lip, hard. Dominic was kneeling by his side, slowly working his finger
deeper. It was agony, not just where their bodies were connected but in
Matthew’s skull, too. A sudden pain flared in the side of his head and forced
him to scream.

“Matt?” Dominic asked, stilling his movements but not removing the finger.
Matthew hissed, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he thrashed his torso
and arms around on the bed. Finally, Dominic realised what was happening and
removed the intrusion.

It was too late.

Matthew lurched up from the bed, tackling Dominic and pinning him down to the
mattress by his shoulders. His eyes were entirely black and he hissed, swooping
his head low to inhale the scent of Dominic’s sweat and fear on his neck.

“Dia duit, Dominic,” Matthew whispered, rolling the name on his tongue.
“Truth?” he asked, reaching for the lube. “Or dare? What do you dare me to do,
Dominic?”

The fright and surprise was clear on Dominic’s face, but his pupils were still
wide with arousal and his dick was still rock hard. Matthew lowered his lips
just enough to allow brief contact before lifting them again. His movements
were graceful and fluid, as if he’d pinned men down hundreds or even thousands
of times before.

“Dare me to be a little bit more sexual,” Matthew rasped, his voice deeper than
it ever had been. If Dominic had strained his ears, he would’ve heard a very
slight Irish inflection on the words. “I know you’ve been wanting me to
dominate you all night. I can smell it on you,” Matthew whispered, licking a
fat stripe up Dominic’s sternum, and up towards his Adam’s apple, Dominic
tipping his head back involuntarily. Matthew pecked his lips, and Dominic
pushed forwards to try and dominate the kiss.

Matthew drew back and snapped his teeth together forcefully, mere millimetres
from the tip of Dominic’s outstretched tongue. “I’m in charge,” he said simply.
“Are you going to behave, or am I going to have to restrain you?”

Dominic moaned quietly at the thought, rolling his hips upwards in search of
the desperate friction Matthew wouldn’t give him. Taking that as a yes, Matthew
sat back on his heels, reaching for the lube. He ran a hand lazily down
Dominic’s torso, leaving a scorching trail of skin in his wake and making
Dominic cry out, but not in pain. He slicked up his fingers, pressing one
quickly inside Dominic as if it was a skill he had mastered. He curled it just
so and Dominic moaned, reaching to touch his cock. Matthew batted his hand
away.

“I need you,” Dominic spat through gritted teeth. “Matthew, please.”

The finger inside him stilled, and the colour returned to Matthew’s face. He
blinked, and those blue irises Dominic found so beautiful were there once more.
“Dom,” he said quietly. “Dom, oh God, Dom, I don’t know what’s happening--”

“I never had you down as a top,” Dominic said, Matthew realising belatedly
where his hand was and giving his finger an experimental wiggle. Dominic
yelped, and Matthew smiled abashedly. The pain had left his head and he felt
like himself, again. He put his left hand on Dominic’s hip and the other boy
moaned, long and low.

“I don’t know what came over me, I just… I just let something loose, I don’t…”

Dominic tipped his head back, sweat beading across his body. “Just let go,
Matt,” he said somewhat carelessly, only focusing on his orgasm, just on the
periphery of his senses. “You’re probably just drunk, or, I don’t know, it’s my
company. Just let it go. Be yourself,” Dominic said, inane babble falling from
his lips as his eyes fluttered shut. They flew open mere seconds later as he
felt fingernails clawing at his hip.

“I think you need to let go of your ego,” Matthew hissed, biting playfully at
Dominic’s nipple. He screeched. “I think you need to let metake control. Give
yourself to me, Dominic,” he drawled, the word rolling around his mouth like
brandy in a glass. “Let me take you over.”

Matthew had added a second and third finger, leaving Dominic as a shaking and
twitching mess. He lubed up his cock and pressed the very head of it against
Dominic’s arse, the condom abandoned at the bottom of the bed. Slowly, Matthew
pushed forward, Dominic’s keening and unrelenting whine spurring him on. His
own breathing was shaky and his eyelids were fluttering over his black eyes.

“Tighter than a nun, Dominic,” Matthew moaned. “And I’ve had enough of them in
my time.”

Dominic let the comment roll over his body just as Matthew rolled his hips
experimentally. He forgot that Matthew was actually a virgin, and he forgot
that this was meant to be his first time as a bottom because it all felt
so right. Matthew’s words tasted like sin and sounded like sugar, and he only
just managed to listen as Matthew’s cock began to press against his prostate.

“I’m going to like you, I think,” Matthew said, “Matthew chose quite a good
one. Maybe I’ll keep him for a little while. Like a little play thing.”

Dominic looked down his body towards Matthew, who was biting his lip in
concentration as he moved in and out of Dominic with precision. His cock lay
swollen and purple on his belly. “I’m going to--”

Matthew slammed into Dominic three times in rapid succession, catching Dominic
off guard and sending him screaming over the edge to his orgasm. His legs
clamped tight around Matthew’s waist as he felt himself being filled with come.
He peeled his eyes open a few seconds later to see Matthew with his head tipped
back to the ceiling, a wicked smirk on his face, like an offering to the gods.

“I’ll keep you, mo fraochún,” he murmured, before he looked back down at
Dominic. Baby blues looked at him from under a sweaty fringe.

“Oh, God,” Matthew said, pulling out of Dominic before collapsing back down
onto the bed. He crawled up the mattress to lie at Dominic’s side, pale and
shaking. Their fingers touched as both boys stared at the ceiling in silence.

After a few minutes, Dominic reached to his bedside table to grab a few
tissues, to wipe the come off his stomach. The silence pressed down on them,
Dominic looking to Matthew for an explanation he wasn’t able to give.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”

Matthew looked at Dominic with an eyebrow raised. He let out a small, nervous
laugh. “I can’t have been that good.”

Dominic turned his head to look at him with disbelief clear on his face. “You
were… an animal. I don’t even know what came over you, but sign me up if you’re
going to be like that every time.”

Matthew let Dominic’s words sink in for a few moments. “You mean… there’ll be a
next time?”

Dominic grinned, sweat still covering his radiant face. “’Course. You said it
yourself, that you wanted to keep me. No idea what you said after that,
though,” he said, pressing a kiss to Matthew’s cheek. “You’re blushing? After
all that?”

Matthew’s face continued to redden. “I…”

“I love it when you blush,” Dominic said, rolling onto his side to look at
Matthew. “Ugh…” he groaned. “Now that’s a feeling I wasn’t expecting to feel
tonight,” he said, rearranging himself on the bed to see some of Matthew’s come
smeared down the inside of his thighs. Matthew bit his lip, the old habit
returning fast. “Maybe let me top next time, yeah?” Dominic said with a smirk.
“I’ll try to be as good as you.”

“Maybe,” Matthew replied, smiling, even though the voice in the back of his
head firmly said no.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Five years later.
 
Matthew and Dominic sat outside the consultant’s office, as they had just once
before, when they were young, nervous, but happy. This time, however, Matthew
was staring sullenly at the tips of his shoes and was refusing to speak to
Dominic.
The door opened. A tall, grey haired man stepped out to greet them, his lips
pressed into a tight line. “Matthew, Dominic. Come in, please.”
“Thank you, Doctor Cavendish,” Dominic said, as Matthew had skulked past them
both and refused the customary handshake. Dominic sat himself down next to
Matthew on the leather sofa, the doctor sitting opposite them. The silence sat
heavy in the air as Doctor Cavendish finished looking through a thick brown
file, and looked between the pair.
“It’s been nearly five years since I’ve seen you,” he said in a lightly
accented voice. Neither Matthew nor Dominic had been able to place it, when
they were young and ignorant. Perhaps it was Scandanavian.
“Things have been good, mostly,” Matthew said quietly. “Eili has been letting
me get on like before.”
“Aylee,” Doctor Cavendish repeated. “You refer to your demon with a nickname?”
“Éiliugnéasach is a bit of a mouthful,” Matthew said, the Irish flowing off his
tongue despite his statement. “Especially after five years, and especially for
an Englishman. No, Doctor, it doesn’t symbolise attachment or any of that
bullshit you want to label me with,” Matthew said furiously. He’d been like
this last time they were here. Now, they were 21 with a successful band and
relationship problems.
“I see,” Doctor Cavendish replied, scribbling something into his notebook.
Dominic crossed his legs. “Irish descent, cousin of an incubus, chooses
homosexual male hosts. Still, after five years I have never met another demon
as picky or as rare as yours, Matthew.”
He snorted. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Doctor Cavendish’s lips quirked up quickly, before looking at his notes again
for a minute or so. The two men on the leather sofa squirmed in the silence.
“Have you come to me punctually, this time? Last time, you came to me after the
demon had made his appearance known three times.”
Dominic blushed slightly. “He has a way of making you forget he’s a demon.
Eili, I mean, not Matthew. Matthew isn’t the demon,” he stated, even though all
three occupants of the room knew this already. “Eili comes out and you accept
his dominance as the norm. You forget about the black eyes and the Irish, and
you focus solely on…” Dominic shrugged one shoulder, stuttering as he searched
for the word. “The pleasure. That’s all you can even think about.”
He paused, as if trying to remember the doctor’s original question. “So, when
we started seeing each other, it was only after the third time that Matthew
finally managed to convince me that something was wrong. I know that, now that
I know both Matthew and Eili better.”
“How does this make you feel, Matthew? That Dominic preferred the words of the
demon over your own?” Doctor Cavendish asked, probing. Matthew shot him a dark
glance, and Dominic could’ve sworn he saw the colour of his eyes change.
“I think you’ll find my feelings on that in your previous notes,” Matthew said
curtly, putting an end to that line of questioning. Dominic shot the doctor a
glance, which was noted.
“Is the demon provoked by anger, then?” he asked, curious. His tone was steady
and rhythm of words well paced. He was entirely calm.
“No,” Matthew said, softening. “Although he can be the cause of things,
though…” He continued when he saw the doctor’s eyes on him. “If I abstain, for
too long, for example, he makes me weak. If he can’t feed on someone else’s
body, he’ll feed on my own. There was this one time…”
The sunlight poked through the gap in the curtains, and Matthew smiled at
Dominic sleeping at his side. Exhausted after last night’s gig, and the one
before that, they’d collapsed into bed straight away, without even so much as a
kiss shared between them. Aside from a light headache, which Matthew blamed on
last night’s after party, he felt much better for a good night’s sleep.
“Morning,” Dominic croaked, pecking Matthew’s lips. As Matthew breathed in deep
and leaned closer, Dominic pulled back, having seen the time on the clock over
Matthew’s shoulder.
“Shit, not this morning,” he said with a sad smile on his face before rolling
out of the hotel bed and heading to his suitcase. “We’ve got interviews,
remember? Some magazine picked up on some shit you said about the mayor and are
running an article.”
Matthew groaned; at his headache, at Dominic pulling the covers down and
exposing his previously warm body, at the thought of interviews. “I really
don’t feel well,” he whined. “Can’t you stay here and make me feel better?”
Dominic looked at Matthew as if he was considering it, but then turned back to
his clothes. “Sorry, babe. Dom’s gonna kick my arse if we’re late again,” he
said, pulling on a loose pair of jeans and a shirt quickly. “You sure you’re
not coming?” he asked rather pointlessly. Matthew had rolled himself back up in
the duvet, even though he wasn’t tired anymore. “I’ll be back as soon as I
can.”
Dominic left, and Matthew’s headache intensified. He switched on the
television, then switched it off again. He ordered breakfast, ravenous, but
left it untouched when it arrived. He tried touching himself, but for some
reason it just wasn’t working for him that morning, unlike usual. He drank a
litre or so of water to try and rehydrate himself but was vomiting it back up
moments later. Weak and fragile on the bathroom floor, Matthew shrieked.
It was inhuman.
“You’re a fucking cunt, Eili,” he said to himself, pulling at his hair. Three
years of keeping the demon as happy as possible and this was how he was repaid?
He wondered, very briefly, if the demon had grown tired of him and had decided
that this was the end of their journey together.
Matthew’s doctor had told him that Éiliugnéasach was so rare that any attempt
at exorcism would be suicide. Éiliugnéasach would only ever leave after
Matthew’s death.
He and the demon seemed to have struck a good enough bargain until now, but as
Matthew heaved and vomited into the toilet once again, Matthew truly wondered
if he was going to die.
He could feel himself become weaker as the day went on, and by the time the
winter sun was beginning to set, he couldn’t walk. He crawled from the bathroom
to the hotel phone, ringing the reception desk. They answered immediately,
knowing who was calling.
“I need to speak to Dominic Howard,” Matthew said, voice little more than a
croak. “And if you don’t put me through to him--”
Matthew’s threat died in his mouth as he coughed violently, blood spraying into
his closed fist. He whimpered, feeling tears prick at his eyes.
“Hello?”
“Dom.” It was said as a prayer. “I need you here. I think… Eili… I…”
He wheezed and coughed again, the phone falling from his grasp as he fell to
his side, curling in on himself. He screamed as he felt his head splitting
open, the pain causing tears to stream from his eyes and his lungs to burn.
Matthew rolled onto his other side as he heard Dominic coming through the door,
Eili seeming to sense when he was close. The pain became less as Dominic ran
his hands over Matthew’s clammy skin, pressing kisses to his temple and
forehead.
“I didn’t know,” he said, running his hands through Matthew’s hair and rubbing
gently against his crotch. To anyone else it would seem like the worst thing to
do, but to Matthew it was the kiss of life. “I didn’t know, baby,” he said as
the colour returned to Matthew’s cheeks and his dick started to harden. They
kissed briefly, blood smearing over Dominic’s lips before his mouth moved
south. “I didn’t know…”
“It was because we hadn’t had sex in three days. Three days,” Matthew said,
shaking his head. “That’s the longest I can be apart from Dominic, and even
that almost killed me. It was terrifying, absolutely terrifying.”
Dominic reached across to hold Matthew’s hand, and Matthew let him, before he
realised what they were originally there for. He shook it off as if it was
poisonous. “And now Dominic’s suggesting something that could easily get us
both killed.”
Dominic rolled his eyes, leaning forward to talk to the doctor. “I’ve been
dealing with Eili, and Matthew, for five years now, and not once in that five
years have I ever topped. I mean, I really, really don’t mind being bottom,
but… I think I’d like to have a go. Matthew absolutely refuses, but the subject
has never been brought up when Eili has been around.” Dominic bit his lip,
looking at Matthew.
“I wouldn’t mind bottoming,” he mumbled under his breath. “In an ideal world, I
would love to bottom from time to time. Would maybe even be the submissive most
of the time. But I really don’t think Eili would be okay with it. At all. So
there’s no point even trying to think about it.”
“The last time I tried…”
“Dom, the last time you tried was our first time. Are you aware of how
fucking frightening that was for me? Someone I’d admired and fancied for years,
about to worship my body, and then I was pinning you down and threatening you
and I could do nothing about it except watch. Do you know? Do you
fucking know?”
Matthew was breathing hard as his hands balled into fists. He’d been shouting,
and when he realised his mistake he sat back in his seat. Dominic spoke, with a
sad look in his eyes.
“Eili’s appearances aren’t triggered by anger, but he can make his appearance
through anger,” he explained to Doctor Cavendish as Matthew calmed down using
deep breathing techniques. The doctor made notes. “It’s because we’re talking
about this. It’s like he can sense we’re speaking about him.”
“It’s tearing me apart,” Matthew said, so quickly that his sentence interrupted
Dominic’s. “I can’t cope with it much longer. It’s intensified, in recent
weeks. The white noise, the headaches, the hissing, the anger… I think it’s
affecting my performance on stage.”
“Ahh,” the doctor said, a smirk passing his lips before he resumed a poker face
again. “But surely the demon feeds off the audience’s worship of you?”
Matthew nodded, twisting his hands together in his lap. “It’s getting harder
and harder to rein him in. At first, when it was small gigs, I’d let him play
on the periphery of my consciousness, but not actually take over. It was a
skill I mastered, but I can only really use it in the gig context… in the
bedroom, for example, I can’t do a single thing. If Eili wants to take over -
and of course he does - he will, with or without my consent. So I learn to
accept that now, I guess.” Matthew sighed.
“But now… now that we’re slowly creeping into theatres and bigger venues, and
festivals… It’s becoming too difficult to control him. The sheer amounts of
people… he made an appearance in the studio, recently. I was trying to put down
these particularly emotive vocals, and suddenly there he was,” Matthew said,
running a hand over his face. “He can sense when I’m talking about him, and
it’s unnerving.”
“It was chilling to listen to,” Dominic said, nodding as he rubbed his bare
forearms. “Gave me goosebumps. We were in two minds about actually leaving it
in the album.”
“I see,” Doctor Cavendish said. “Dominic, have you ever been able to exert
dominance over Matthew in the bedroom, whilst being ultimately submissive?”
Dominic turned blankly to Matthew. “I don’t…”
“Eili won’t let Dominic even ride on top. That was something we agreed to try,
ages ago. I said to Dom we’d try it, but as soon as Eili came out… he wouldn’t
have any of it. I’d slammed Dominic back down against the mattress and… shit, I
said some really fucking nasty things,” Matthew said, looking down at his hands
as they picked at each other. Dominic laid his hand over them.
“It’s alright, babe, I know it wasn’t you.”
“I still hurt you though, don’t I? I’m the one who adores you, not Eili, yet
he’s the one who hurts you and the one who brings you the most pleasure. I
can’t win,” Matthew said, resting his head in his hands.
“Matthew,” the doctor said softly, his accent oddly comforting. “Have you ever
tried performing sex acts on Dominic that do not invoke the demon’s presence?”
“You mean...” Matthew said, twirling a hand in the air. “Like, sucking Dom off
or something?”
“In less crude terms, yes.”
Matthew looked down at his lap again, Dominic’s cheeks tinting pink. “I’m
scared to, to be honest. And I know they sound like the words of a shitty
lover, but I can’t trust myself... no... not myself. I can’t trust Eili to not
sneak up on me and appear. I’ve been dreading that day for a long time, the day
where he manages to work out my brain well enough to catch me off guard. I only
ever let him do that those first few times... normally I can feel him, hissing
in my ear or crawling in my skin. So no, Doctor, I daren’t. I love Dom far too
much to even think about putting him in a position where he could get hurt.
Although, staying with him, I put him in that position every day. But I’m
afraid... if I leave, if I lose the thing that grounds me... I’ll be taken
over. Entirely, completely, permanently. And when that happens, I can’t keep
Dominic safe.”
Dominic looked aside as Matthew looked up at the doctor, sadness aging him well
beyond his twenty one years. Perhaps it was the demon’s doing; as he’d said
things during their encounters which made him at least three hundred years old.
“It’s been five years since I last saw you, Doctor. Surely, surely, there
must’ve been some kind of development on this?”
The doctor’s expression was entirely unreadable as he met Matthew’s eyes. “I am
sorry to say that I’m afraid not, Matthew,” he said, not sounding sorry at all.
“As I said at our first meeting, this demon will only leave after your death,
and exorcism would be too dangerous. It would likely not only kill yourself but
Dominic also, whether or not he was present.”
The room fell into silence as Matthew slumped in his seat, shoulders sagging
and head hanging low. “That’s it,” he mumbled, and the other occupants of the
room strained to listen. “I can’t carry on like this. What’s the point of
living when the one thing I truly care about is more attached to my demon.”
Dominic recoiled, offended. “Matthew, I never said that, I--”
“You never had to fucking say it! It’s written all over your fucking face!”
Matthew screamed at Dominic, face only inches from his boyfriend’s. A second
later, he saw himself in Dominic’s eyes, and he began to cry.
 
 
                                       *
The rain poured relentlessly against the windshield as they drove home, the
wipers whipping across the glass to allow Dominic to see the road. The motorway
was bleak as they headed out of London and down to their home in Teignmouth.
Matthew was curled in on himself in the passenger seat, not speaking once since
he’d began to cry. The doctor had softly told them that their time was up, and
suggested that they visit again once they had returned from the next leg of
their tour. It was a week of dates in northern France, supporting some big band
or the other; nothing too strenuous, especially knowing that they had some
quite dedicated fans there. Dominic booked an appointment and paid whilst
Matthew tried to discreetly blow his nose into a tissue, face splotchy.
“How many days?”
Dominic glanced at Matthew briefly before looking back at the road again. “Nine
until the next--”
“Since we last had sex,” Matthew added quietly, his sigh reverberating off the
leather seats.
Dominic pressed his lips together briefly before replying. “Two.”
“I’ve already got a headache,” Matthew said, putting a hand against his
forehead without much effort behind the motion. “And it’s not from crying. I
know it’s him.”
The rain continued pounding against the car.
“We’ll have to do something tonight,” Dominic said, quite pointlessly.
The road noise roared between them.
“I’m not strong enough to last much longer, Dom. He’ll come knocking and soon
enough he’ll take me whole.”
“I can’t let that happen,” Dominic said, clutching the steering wheel tighter.
“I won’t.”
“Of course you won’t,” Matthew mumbled, pressing his cheek into his seat. He
peeped at Dominic as his eyes began to close. “You won’t live to see life
without me otherwise.”
 
 
                                       *
Everything was procrastination.
They lingered on the drive for a few minutes, the engine idling, before Dominic
had the strength to turn it off and get out of the car. Matthew took his time
digging around in his pockets for the house keys, before unlocking the door.
The sound of the lock clicking shut behind them had a tone of finality to it.
They exchanged a brief glance, before Dominic moved into the kitchen to pour
himself a glass of water, then pushing one in Matthew’s direction. Neither had
eaten much at lunch time, before their appointment, and even though it was now
dark neither could bring themselves to think of food. The rain provided the
soundtrack to the white noise in Matthew’s head as he sipped on his water. They
remained silent for ten minutes.
“I can’t deal with this anymore,” Matthew said, setting his glass down. Dominic
looked at him incredulously. “The tension, the apprehension. Come on,” he said
softly, beckoning Dominic with a hand. “I still love you,” he said, pulling him
into a soft kiss. Dominic pretended that he didn’t hear Matthew’s voice
breaking, or the subtle emphasis on the pronoun.
Dominic pressed into the kiss, just a little, as Matthew fell back against the
kitchen counter. Out of habit, out of precaution, Dominic allowed himself to be
moved so he was pressing back against it, holding Matthew carefully and
ignoring the feeling of tears sliding down his cheeks.
Matthew led him upstairs, the journey they’d made so many times when drunk on
alcohol or maybe lust. Now, it felt like a death march, that the party was over
and it was finally time to sober up. Their bedroom was cold and felt even
colder as they undressed themselves separately, a major deviation to their
routine. Matthew shed his clothes quickly and went to the nightstand, rummaging
around for the bottle of lube. Since day one, the demon had refused any means
of contraception; it was one of the only blessings in their relationship that
they had both been clean when they first had sex.
“Come on, Dom,” Matthew whined as he sat on the bed, stark naked. Dominic
looked down at his hands, paused at the hem of his t-shirt. “I’m not trying to
be funny, I swear, but I can feel him now, he’s so close, I want to spend some
time with you before...”
He took his t-shirt off quickly, undoing the belt, button and fly of his jeans
and pushing them down his legs. He peeled off his boxers and socks until he
stood entirely naked and soft. His skin prickled and he felt an inexplicable
sadness bearing down him. He saw it mirrored in Matthew’s eyes as he pulled him
up until they were both standing, kissing him slowly and caressing his back.
“I love you,” he whispered into Matthew’s mouth, trying his hardest not to cry
again. He felt like they were being torn apart, that the last grain of sand
would fall and their time together would be complete. Despite everything,
Dominic moaned ever so softly as their bodies pressed together from thigh to
torso. He could feel himself hardening at Matthew’s touch against his chest and
his deep, probing kisses; promises of what was to come.
“Dom,” Matthew whispered, gripping Dominic’s hair and one hand falling to the
small of his back. “I can’t keep him out much longer, I…”
Dominic’s hand dropped to Matthew’s crotch, his dick still soft. Biting his
lip, he began to stroke Matthew, taking him in hand with a firm grip but even
this didn’t help. He wondered, a little absentmindedly, what Eili would say
when he took Matthew over and found that he wasn’t even ready.
“I think you should…”
Matthew screamed, falling to his side, back onto the bed. He curled into a
ball, muscles spasming as he clutched the sheets desperately. The pain subsided
after a few seconds, as he met Dominic’s eyes again. One of his own was blue,
and the other was entirely black. “Dom, prepare yourself. Seriously. He feels
so strong and he’s FUCK he’s not going to wait!”
Dominic breathed in a shaking breath, crawling onto the opposite end of the bed
to Matthew and retrieving the lube. With no ceremony or celebration, Dominic
prepared himself, taking no pleasure in the task. He was half hard, barely, as
Matthew writhed and screeched in pain at his side. Thoroughly lubricated, he
wiped his fingers on the bedspread and placed his hand on Matthew’s shoulder.
Tears ran down his boyfriend’s cheeks, nails scratching at his skin, so close
to drawing blood. The noises he was making would sound entirely horrific to a
stranger, but to Dominic they were something intricately woven into their sex
life.
Although it had rarely been like this. It had never been like this.
Dominic took in a breath, trying to summon the courage he needed. He squeezed
Matthew’s shoulder slightly, and leaned close so his mouth was inches from his
ear.
“Eili, it’s me.”
Matthew’s shaking and wailing stopped, and the bedroom was crackling with white
noise as he sat up and looked at Dominic. He blinked, eyes entirely black.
“Matthew’s not even trying any more,” he said in admonishment, cocking his head
to the other side. He caressed Dominic’s cheek, and the blond leaned into the
touch. “Wouldn’t it be lovely if I could be here all the time, Dominic?” he
asked.
Dominic shuddered, biting his lip as he felt himself harden. He adored the way
his name rolled off Eili’s tongue, especially with the soft Irish accent. He
found himself nodding, with Matthew’s hand cupping his cheek.
“You summoned me,” Eili whispered, big black eyes dragging up and down
Dominic’s naked torso, lingering on his hardening cock. “You’ve never done that
before.”
“I needed you,” Dominic rushed to say, and he realised it was the truth. He
needed Eili to appear to save Matthew, right? It wasn’t for his own selfish
gains, surely?
Eili pushed at Dominic’s torso only slightly, but he lay down on the bed, head
on the pillows without any verbal command. It was so rare to see Eili so placid
and relaxed. A smile spread across his face as he sat back on his heels,
fingers gently brushing over Dominic’s entrance. He moaned, cock laying heavy
against his belly.
“I see you’ve already prepared yourself for me,” he said, his smile turning
into a wicked grin. He watched Eili’s long fingers play with his cock, and
Dominic’s mind fluttered back to images of those very same fingers caressing
his hand over dinner last week, or gripping a microphone or--
“This is wrong,” Dominic said, eyes flying open as he shuffled backwards on the
bed, resting his back against the headboard. Eili cocked his head, grin fading
as he let out a long hiss.
“You’ve never refused me before,” he hissed, crawling towards Dominic with
anger plain on his face. It melted away into something seductive. “A stór,” he
whispered, “come to me.”
Dominic’s eyebrows rose. He was sure that was an Irish endearment, the kind
that Eili had never used before. He remembered looking them up on the internet
with Matthew, snuggled on the sofa with hot chocolate and--
“I can’t do this, Eili,” Dominic said, squeezing his eyes shut. “I love
Matthew, I love him, not you, I love him,” he whimpered. He realised, rather
belatedly, that he was so very frightened, for perhaps the first time in Eili’s
presence.
“But here’s not here,” Eili hissed, laying a scorching hand on Dominic’s thigh.
“This is happening whether you like it or not, a stór, so make it easy on
yourself.” The angry tone had left his voice and as he pulled Dominic gently
down the bed, the blond felt his head clear of all his worries. After all, Eili
was in the body that he had always found attractive, and if he imagined hard
enough it was his own tender Matthew above him. A smile flickered across his
lips.
“That’s it,” Eili whispered quietly, kissing Dominic for the first time.
Dominic moaned loudly at the contact, rolling his hips up into Eili’s as their
tongues met. He was hardening again after his moment, and soon he was whining
into Eili’s mouth. “Come to me, a stór.”
“Please,” he found himself whispering. “Please, Matthew.”
Eili either didn’t hear or didn’t care, for he was then pressing himself inside
of Dominic, groaning and writhing above him. Dominic’s breathing hitched as he
watched a bead of sweat roll down Eili’s neck, and he hesitated for only a
second before leaning forward and licking it off.
“And I thought you loved Matthew,” Eili grinned evilly, before setting a fast
pace that Dominic found himself unable to move to. He took the pounding, images
of his blue-eyed Matthew fading behind his eyelids as his fingers gripped
Eili’s back.
“Fuck, oh!” he moaned, before biting his lip and tipping his head back. Eili
licked his collarbone before biting it, continuing to move up Dominic’s neck.
The bruises from the last time hadn’t quite healed. Dominic couldn’t recall any
point in the last five years during which his skin was not marred by Eili’s
touch.
“Eili,” he breathed, like an angel saying a prayer.
“Mine,” Eili whispered, kissing Dominic before he had a chance to protest.
Deepening his thrusts, Eili drove into Dominic’s prostate again, causing him to
cry out so hard his voice was hoarse. “Come for me, a stór,” he murmured.
Dominic came with a scream, throwing his head back as Eili slammed into him
roughly, filling him completely. The notion of perfection fluttered through his
mind, as a grin spread across his face and as Eili pulled out and the bed
dipped to his right.
He was content, and all his worries of the day melted away.
“Why?”
Dominic’s eyes shot open as he looked to his side. Matthew’s baby blues stared
back at him, empty and lifeless. His hair clung to his forehead and sweat
drenched his body but there was no smile or emotion on his face.
“Matt,” he whispered, the word laden with care and regret and love but Matthew
turned onto his side, leaving Dominic with a view of his back, scratched and
mauled when Dominic was enjoying Eili’s pleasure.
“I don’t want to talk about it tonight,” he said, pulling the duvet up from the
bottom of the bed and burying himself beneath it. Dominic covered himself as
well, debating whether or not to wrap his arms around Matthew. He sighed, and
rolled over.
He tried his hardest to ignore the sound of Matthew crying.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Six days later.
 
“I’m going out for a fag,” Chris announced, almost half way out of the dressing
room already. He didn’t need to be part of the following conversation, he just
knew. “I’ll knock before I come back in.”

It was the first night of their week of supporting slots in Northern France.
They were playing to large clubs, some of the biggest crowds they had ever
faced. Matthew’s right knee was bouncing as he sat on the sofa, fingers
twitching, Dominic’s arm looped behind his back.

They had increased the frequency of their sexual encounters after the
consultation to at least once daily. Dominic had laughed and referred to it
as upping the dosage, and Matthew had simply stared blankly into his bowl of
cereal that next morning. Now, though, Matthew had been complaining of the
volume of the white noise ringing between his ears all day; Eili was close, and
Matthew was loathe to let him appear during their first night on tour in
France.

“Fifteen minutes,” someone shouted from outside the door. Matthew’s knee
continued bouncing, Dominic tried his hardest to sigh quietly. It echoed in the
silence between them.

“So what you’re saying,” Dominic said quietly, “is that you want me to suck you
off.”

“Yes,” Matthew said, closing his eyes. The pain in his head only increased in
the darkness. He opened them again.

“And that Eili will be okay with that?” Dominic asked incredulously.

“Dom, for fuck’s sake, we’ve done this before. He can fucking deal with it. We
go on stage in fifteen minutes, the last thing I need is Eili coming out and--”

“It’s all about you, isn’t it?” Dominic said, removing his arm and scooting
back on the sofa.

Matthew stared at him, mouth open.

“How fucking dare you,” he hissed. “How dare you say it’s about me when you are
in love with my demon!” Matthew was standing up, now, fists clenched at his
sides as he shouted down at Dominic. His boyfriend stood up to level the
playing field.

“I am not in love with Eili!” Dominic said, hands twitching at his sides. He’d
never hit Matthew, never. But he was so close, now.

“Oh, so we’re referring to him by his name, now? He’s like another fucking
lover and he is killing me! Can’t you see, Dominic? Can’t you fucking see?”
Matthew said, face red as he screamed. He smacked Dominic’s chest hard with
both his hands, sending the drummer stumbling back.

Dominic stood up fully again, looking at Matthew as if he’d never seen him
before. “Don’t you dare touch me again,” he growled. “Don’t you dare hit me
again. We’re due on stage in ten minutes and you--”

“There won’t be a band, Dom, if it keeps happening like this. You don’t care,
do you? You don’t fucking care!” Matthew laughed, cackled even, as he turned
around. The hairs on Dominic’s arms rose.

He could hear him.

“Eili?!” he spluttered before he could even think. Matthew span back around,
fury in his eyes.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Trying to fucking draw him out of
me?!” Matthew said, grabbing Dominic by his t-shirt.

“You’re the one who said I should suck you off to please him!” Dominic said,
the anger bubbling in his veins.

“How about pleasing me for once?!” Matthew shrieked.

Dominic punched him.

It hit Matthew square on the jaw, sending him tumbling to the floor with a
yelp. Dominic stood over him, adrenalin pounding through his veins as he saw
his boyfriend crumple, face down on the carpet. He exhaled shakily.

“Have you ever even thought, Matthew, that--”

“What, Dominic?”

Matthew’s head snapped up, black eyes freezing Dominic’s air in his lungs.
Eili’s appearance surprised him, and his fists clenched at his sides in a fight
or flight response.

“Don’t be stupid,” Eili said, standing up and brushing down his clothes. His
jaw clicked, and he rubbed it absentmindedly. “Poor Matthew. That’s going to
hurt in the morning. He’ll be most upset,” he said with a pout, sarcasm
dripping from his every word.

“What do you want,” Dominic ground out, shoulders still heaving up and down.
“We’re on stage in five minutes. I need Matthew back.”

“You best hurry then,” Eili said, stepping forward and placing his hands on
Dominic’s shoulders, shoving him down onto his knees. Eili unbuttoned his
jeans, letting his hard cock fall forward in his boxers.

Dominic remained in place, no protests to be heard. Eili ran a hand through his
hair in encouragement as Dominic drew the boxers over his erection and quickly
took it into his mouth.

Eili groaned, the sound permeating Dominic’s bones and causing his own cock to
twitch. “Ciach ort,” he hissed, gripping Dominic’s hair harder as he slowly
began to rock in and out of his mouth. Dominic was giving him everything, he
could smell the adrenalin oozing from the man below him and it made him the
blood flow around his body even faster. “Go dtachta an diabhal thú,” he said,
Dominic seemingly responding well to the Irish as he sucked harder, gripping
Eili tighter.

Eili tipped his head back and laughed, low and dark. Dominic simply had no
idea.

“Two minutes!”

“Keep going,” Eili hissed, and Dominic hummed in reply. The demon let out a
long moan.

“Guys?” a voice called, two quiet knocks on the door following.

“We’re busy,” Eili called out, imitating Matthew’s English accent perfectly.
Dominic looked up, only to find those black eyes still staring down at him.
“Not quite,” Eili whispered, in answer to his unspoken question.

“We need to--”

Eili screamed. It was a dark, shrieking noise that was all at once a harmony
and a cacophony. The door slammed shut again instantly.

Dominic whimpered as Eili came, hot and fast into the back of his mouth,
offering him no choice but to swallow it all down. Emotionally drained, he sat
back on his heels, Eili’s cock falling from his mouth as he wiped the back of
his hand against it. Eili hummed an off-key note as he tucked himself away.

“Guys!” Chris said, bursting into the room just to see Matthew collapse to the
floor. “We need to-- fuck.”

Chris went running over to Matthew, who was moaning as he returned to
consciousness. Dominic, painfully hard in his jeans, felt guilt wash over him
in wave as he crawled to Matthew’s side.

“Matt? Are you alright?” Chris asked, looking at Dominic with that knowing look
in his eyes. Dominic nodded.

“Fuck,” Matthew whispered, blearily looking at Chris and then at Dominic. “My
jaw hurts,” he said.

“If you keep moving it, it won’t lock up.” Chris rushed to say. “You’re alright
to perform, yeah? The place is fucking packed, we’re late on as it is.”

Dominic remained silent as Chris helped Matthew to his feet. As he bound out of
the room to placate their manager, Dominic wrapped Matthew in his arms, a
scorching wave of shame burning in his veins.

“You can do it, Matt,” Dominic said, trying his hardest to keep his voice
level. “And if you can’t do it for me, at least do it for the fans.”

~

“Hello Paris!”

The audience cheered as the band took their places onstage. Dominic shot a
glance at Chris, and then continued looking at Matthew. He sounded normal, for
the moment. His moment of weakness had passed.

“The city of love, apparently,” Matthew mumbled, strumming his guitar once as
he looked at Dominic, hurt clear on his face. “You might’ve heard of this one.”

They launched into Uno, like they’d done time and time before. Dominic kept a
close eye on Matthew throughout the gig as they transitioned from the faster
paced, guitar laced songs to the ones on the piano. Dominic breathed a sigh of
relief; Eili had never even hinted at appearing when Matthew was sat on the
piano, as they were always the slower songs and the crowd didn’t give quite as
much love.

Matthew glanced at Dominic over the top of the piano, after he’d finished the
Cave outro and just before they began Falling Down.

A sliver of fear ran down Dominic’s spine as he realised his eyes were black.

Dominic found himself counting down the songs until the end of the set,
something he hadn’t done since he was violently ill a couple of years ago and
felt like death. Now, though, he could feel death himself creeping around them,
lurking in Matthew’s shadow as he stood at the very front of the stage, arms
upraised and a grin wide across his face. He turned and winked at Dominic
before addressing the crowd once more.

“This is our final song for tonight, hope you have a great night Paris,” he
said, the words rolling off his tongue and Dominic felt himself tense up. Part
of his mind was terrified, yet the other part was wholly turned on. He bit his
lip as he began the heavy rhythm, feeling the bass in his heart and his groin.

Eili looked at him, and Dominic knew. He knew this was it.

“Controlling my feelings for too long,” Eili crooned, and Dominic remembered
the time that he’d seen those terrible black eyes appear in the studio, as
Matthew screamed into the microphone. They’d kept it on the album. They let
Eili into their lives, and now, Eili wasn’t going to go without a fight.

“Pushing us into self-destruction,” Eili continued, turning to Dominic and
licking his lips as he winked. A group of young women at the barrier screamed
at this, and Dominic shut his eyes briefly. He knew that the admiration would
only feed Eili’s ego. Dominic found himself once again counting down to the end
of the gig, or something terrible; he couldn’t separate the two events. He just
knewsomething would happen.

Chris shot him a worried look just before the song got heavier, and so Dominic
turned his head to Matthew as the rhythm of the song began to pick up. He was
already jumping around in front of the microphone, and Dominic could tell he
was eager to get to the solo so he could begin to move around the stage once
more.

“Trying to please you for too long,” Eili sang, looking straight at Dominic as
the crowd went wild, the women at the front screaming, reaching towards the
demon, drawn towards him by instinct. Dominic heard the malice underneath those
words. A revelation hit him louder than the music they were making.

“He’s going to kill me,” he whispered, eyes wide in fear. Muscle memory took
over as they finished the song, Dominic barely even registering Eili running up
and down the barrier to touch as many people as he could. Standing on shaky
legs, Dominic thanked the crowd quickly before darting off stage, feeling sick
to his stomach, trying to escape.

He wasn’t quick enough.

“Dia duit, Dominic.”

Those words were the first that EIli had ever uttered to Dominic. For a split
second, as Dominic turned to face him, he wondered if they would be the last.

“Where’s Matthew?” Dominic asked, slowly and quietly. He felt tired; so tired.
He now knew how Matthew must feel after Eili had used and abused his body for
his own gains. Their crew moved around them, wheeling their kit off the stage
to make room for the main act’s, but when Dominic met Eili’s eyes he felt the
world slide away around him.

“He’ll be back in a bit,” Eili crooned, brushing his fingers across the back of
Dominic’s neck as he turned him around, pointing him towards the backstage
exit. Fears and worries melted away as their skin met, and Dominic found
himself wondering why he’d even been concerned in the first place. Of course
Matthew would come back. He always did.

Dominic allowed himself to be guided out into the cool air, into the awaiting
car, with Chris sat in the front already. The fingers remained casually against
the back of his neck, and Dominic was staring at Eili with a sense of
fascination. He’d never seen those huge black eyes out of the bedroom, had
never felt this alive when it was Matthew was at his side.

He tried to bite back that last thought, to swallow it down and pretend it had
never happened. But he’d thought it, and it was now gushing through his mind
like poison. He’d never felt this alive in Matthew’s presence. His body was
positively tingling with energy, even after a long, tiring set and his skin
prickled where Eili’s fingers continued to rub at his neck.

Quicker than Dominic would’ve liked, the journey was over and Eili was pushing
him out of the car, hands burning against Dominic’s back, even through his t-
shirt. Mumbling an English-sounding parting to Chris, Eili pulled Dominic
through the foyer and into the hotel lift, pressing their lips together as soon
as the doors closed.

Eili scattered searing kisses along his jaw, Dominic tilting his head back and
moaning. He tried not to think about why Eili had lasted for so long in
Matthew’s body outside of the bedroom, and stopped thinking about it entirely
when Eili rolled his hips against his own. Dominic could feel his erection and
that had always turned him on so much.

“I want you to take me tonight,” Eili whispered, and Dominic’s eyes shot open
as he gasped.

The lift dinged and Eili was out of the door, bounding down the hallway with a
manic giggle. Dominic gaped after him, before moving to catch up. Had he heard
him correctly? Wasn’t that the single thing that he hated the most? Dominic bit
his lip as he reached the door of their room, Eili unlocking it and pushing it
open, flicking on the lights as he went. He’d always wanted to top, but Eili
had never allowed him to.

And here was his chance.

“Well?” Eili said, half a moan and half a tease, before his mouth was on
Dominic’s again, tongue deep into the kiss. He rolled his hips again, as if to
prompt Dominic to answer. “What’s it gonna be, hmm?” he asked, pulling back
with a cocky smile and that thick Irish accent Dominic had come to adore.

“Yes,” Dominic breathed out, his head tipped back against the wall he’d been
pressed up against, eyes shut. They opened again as he felt Eili draw close to
him, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. Their eyes met, and in the
light of the room Dominic saw that they were blue, for just a moment. Dominic
shrugged off his shirt as they started kissing again, and as Eili pressed his
hands against Dominic’s bare chest, a surge of energy coursed through him. With
a newfound passion, he turned Eili around by the shoulders and pressed him up
against the wall roughly.

“I love it when you’re rough with me,” Eili hissed, as Dominic hurried to get
his t-shirt over his shoulders and then his head. As he flung the garment to
the floor, Eili’s hands began working on Dominic’s belt. “When you punched
Matthew earlier, I was so turned on.”

Dominic stilled at the mention of his boyfriend’s name. He’d hurt Matthew, and
then had hardly seen him since then. Was he okay, trapped in whatever place
Eili usually resided in? Was he still in his own body at all?

Eili saw the worry on Dominic’s face, and sharply took his head between his
hands. “Are you worrying about him?” Eili hissed, black eyes narrowed with
fury. Dominic knew he should’ve been scared, but the rational part of his mind
was wholly focused on his dick throbbing in his jeans. “He is the one who never
let us be together, like this. He’s the one who wouldn’t let you take me.”

Eili softened, running his hands through Dominic’s hair. “And I want you so, so
badly as well. It’s been so long,” he whined, and Dominic couldn’t resist any
longer. He kissed Eili again, with a smile on his lips, as Eili’s fingers
worked their way into his jeans, grasping his cock as he hissed. “So big,
Dominic,” Eili said, exaggerating the final syllable in the name in the way
that drove Dominic mad. “I can’t wait to have you inside me.”

“Bed,” Dominic growled, before pulling Eili away from the wall and practically
throwing him onto it. He’d always known he’d be a good dominant in the bedroom,
and Matthew had never let him. But now, Eili, in the body he’d always adored,
was allowing him to be the man he’d always been in his fantasies, in those wet
dreams he had as a teenager, with Eili writhing beneath him…

Eili crawled onto the bed on all fours, swaying his hips as he moved forward.
Dominic tackled him onto his back, stealing a kiss before working on Eili’s
jeans, undoing the button and practically ripping them down his legs. “Hurry,”
the man below him moaned. “If Matthew comes back, that’ll just spoil our fun,
won’t it?” Eili said in a menacing tone, laying a hand on Dominic’s forearm.
With that touch, Dominic rolled his hips down hard against Eili’s, forcing a
choked moan out of them both, before stumbling off the bed. He shed the rest of
his clothing, before tearing through his suitcase for the bottle of lube he
always kept on him.

Dominic crawled back onto the mattress, Eili having already taken off his
boxers. He was spread out across the bed, skin as pale as an angel’s, black
hair fanned across the pillow and cock laying hard against his upper thigh. He
looked absolutely divine, and he was all for Dominic.

He remembered, briefly, the first time they’d tried this, five years ago as
teenagers. Matthew had started screaming as soon as Dominic had put the tip of
his finger inside him. Now, though, Eili looked at him through heavy eyes,
tugging himself slowly with a small smile on his face. He wanted it, so much.

Dominic hesitated, though. “And… you sure you’re not going to pull some sort of
stunt, and hurt me or… or kill me, right?” he asked, trying to retain that
dominant edge to his voice. It evaporated as soon as he’d began talking.

Eili laughed, equal parts demonic and erotic. Dominic’s cock twitched. “I won’t
hurt you,” he said. Dominic couldn’t quite tell if there was extra emphasis on
the ‘you’, or if it was just that accent.

He couldn’t wait to hear his name screamed in that accent.

Eili placed a hand on Dominic’s shoulder and Dominic sprang into action, Eili’s
touches encouraging him and guiding him silently. He slicked up his fingers,
rubbing at Eili’s hip with his right hand as his left reached between his legs,
already open and waiting. Cautiously, he pressed the tip of his index finger
inside Eili, biting his lip and watching Eili’s face.

A grin spread wide across his face as he moaned. Dominic let out a breath he
didn’t even realise he was holding, before beginning to rhythmically move his
finger, slowly massaging Eili.

“Don’t fuck around down there,” Eili said, tipping his head back and exposing
the long line of his neck. “I want your cock in me.”

Dominic hurried to add another finger, stretching Eili and tugging on his own
cock at the same time. “God, I want it so bad,” Eili groaned, fisting his hands
in the sheets. He’d never been like this in the bedroom; all he’d ever do was
insult or abuse Dominic, and here he was, begging for Dominic to take him.

Dominic removed his fingers, rubbing some extra lube over his dick and feeling
his heart race in his chest. He looked down at his dick sliding in and out of
his fist, until he heard a shriek.

It was like the scream of a bird and the howl of a wolf at once. It pierced his
ears it was so loud, but by the time Dominic looked up at Eili, smiling and
still playing with himself, Dominic was doubting that he’d heard it at all.
Composing himself again, he shuffled closer, staring into those black eyes he
had once lusted for, but now loved.

“Ready, babe?” Dominic said out of habit, something he’d usually say to Matthew
just before they went on stage, nervous and shaking in the wings. Eili simply
smiled as Dominic’s cheeks tinged red with shame. He touched Dominic, and the
colour faded away.

“Go mbeire an diabhal leis thú,” Eili said, grinning.

Clueless as to what he just said, Dominic pressed himself inside Eili, biting
his lip as the sensation of heat enveloped him completely. His skin was already
covered in a sheet of sweat, but warmth filled his very veins as he pushed
inside further. Eili clawed at his shoulderblades, drawing blood as he threw
his head back and screamed with pleasure, so much so that it almost sounded
like pain.

Dominic didn’t realise, of course, that it actually was a pained scream.

But Éiliugnéasach wasn’t the one in pain.

He wrapped his legs around Dominic’s waist, drawing him close and holding him
still inside him for just a moment, just enough to let the sweat bead on both
of their foreheads and for Dominic’s arms to start trembling. He was released,
and he automatically began to piston his hips, like he’d dreamed of doing all
these years. Eili’s eyes flickered between black and blue, mainly remaining
black, with his mouth shaped by pleasure into a small ‘o’. He whimpered with
every thrust, and Dominic muttered continuously under his breath about how
beautiful he was.

Spread out on the bed, the pale white skin now flushed, the sweaty black hair
fanned across the pillows, the blood oozing slowly onto the sheets.

Dominic continued thrusting into Eili as his pale hands flattened out on tanned
shoulders. He watched the blood seep further and further onto the cream sheets,
but he couldn’t break rhythm. Eili wasn’t letting him.

“Did you really think I’d let you control me?” Eili asked, laughing. He
blinked, and Matthew’s blue eyes returned. A shrill screaming filled the room
as Matthew wailed, eyes wide with fright. There was blood in his hair, and he
looked so very tired as he cried, bloody tears running down his cheeks.

“Dom! Stop! Dom!” Matthew screamed, tearing at Dominic’s skin with his
fingernails. Dominic put his hands against Matthew’s body so he could pull out,
but pain flashed up his arms. He withdrew his hands quickly, to see two red,
wet hand prints on Matthew’s skin.

“Eili won’t let me,” Dominic said calmly, surprising himself. He maintained his
rhythm, albeit a softer one, as Matthew bled and cried beneath him. Dominic
wasn’t panicked. Dominic simply watched it happen, as he felt his orgasm
bubbling in the distance. He met Matthew’s eyes again, and saw Eili there.

“You saw what you’re doing, and you don’t care, do you, a stór?” he asked in a
soft, lilted voice. “You’ve been drinking his energy all night, mo striapach.”
He cupped Dominic’s cheek as the man above him continued pumping into the body
Eili occupied. Eili wiped away a stray tear that sat on his cheek, and Dom
tilted his head into the embrace. He knew that this was goodbye, that this was
the end.

And yet, he couldn’t work out if he would miss Matthew or Dominic more.

“Pull out, for fuck’s sake!” Matthew screamed, and Dominic was alert once more.
He did as he was told, Eili’s spell on him released as he sat down on his heels
at the end of the bed. Matthew looked up at him from against the pillows, with
red tear stains marring his cheeks and a sad frown on his lips. He was
clutching his hands to his heart, fingers scrabbling against the skin. Dominic
leaned forwards, full of more curiosity than sympathy.

“I loved you so much,” Matthew said quietly, tone laden with sorrow and
finality. “It was always you,” he said. His eyes flickered to black once more
before turning blue again, and his bottom lip quivered. “But you were in love
with him.”

Dominic watched blood begin to trickle through the gaps in Matthew’s fingers,
pooling briefly in a dip between his ribs before running down the side of his
torso and onto the bloodstained sheets. He nodded. It was the very smallest
favour that he owed Matthew. “I was,” Dominic admitted, a tear running down his
cheek as he sat perfectly still. “I’d always loved Eili more than you.”

Matthew gasped, drawing in a rattling breath with a morbid sense of finality.
“I knew,” he whispered. “I always knew.”

He closed his eyes, blood still trickling from where his hands had fallen limp
over his heart. The air turned cold and the lights flickered. The hairs on
Dominic’s skin stood up on end as he watched a black mist slowly begin to wisp
out of Matthew’s nose and mouth, swirling graciously upwards towards the
ceiling. Dominic thought it was eerily beautiful. He wished Eili were able to
see himself like this.

The lights flickered and went out entirely.

Dominic sat perfectly still in the darkness, blood dribbling from the cuts on
his shoulder blades, painting red wings onto his back. He felt at peace with
the world.

Dominic didn’t see the cloud descend on him.
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