Eyes Wide Shut (IV)

[mjartrod]

Title: Eyes Wide Shut
Author: mjartrod
Pairing: Belldom /??
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Voyeurism, group sex, S&M, het, various pairings, religious themes and breathplay
Disclaimer: All characters and events in this story are fictional, even those based on real people and material (having been altered, added or left out for dramatic purposes). I do not own Muse.
Summary: Matt receives an invitation for a party he will not want to miss.

Muchas gracias to my beta, rockstar Anya for doing an awesome job as always!
Does anyone still remember this? lol I'm sorry it took me so long! There is only a small epilogue to go, it's almost ready and shouldn't take nearly as long as this chapter.

I added something to the warnings, as it was something I hadn't thought of doing initially. 

Previous chapters:
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III




CHAPTER FOUR

Mirroring the Frenchman’s previous actions, Dom’s hands reached for Matt’s shackled wrists, holding them as he bent over him, the face obscured by the hood and the black mask drawing closer to the singer’s until their lips joined, upside down.

“Dom... what the fuck are you doing...?” Matt’s heart was hammering in his chest as the drummer pulled back, his blond head hovering above his.

“It appears I’ve been given the honour of completing your initiation.”

Matt was stunned into silence. It was like a bucket of cold water had been thrown over him. Or rather, over a particular part of his anatomy. Wordlessly, he watched his band mate climbing onto the bed to set himself on his hands and knees above his naked figure, the cloak hanging like a curtain around the two friends. His grey eyes glowed, twinkling like a predator’s in the shadows cast by his mask and hood.

“Wait,” Matt blurted the second Dom made to lean forward, the undone top buttons of his black shirt revealing his golden skin and light chest hair. “What the fuck. Are you doing?” He repeated, despite it being painfully obvious what the answer was. “Why you? And why didn’t you say ‘no’, you prick?!” And then his eyes narrowed suspiciously as another idea crossed his mind. “You didn’t actually volunteer for this, did you?”

“Keep your voice down.” Dom glanced quickly at the crowd surrounding them. “Of course I didn’t volunteer. Don’t you think I'd rather fuck one of those hot birds than your skinny arse?” He said defensively.

Dom would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit to finding Matt disgustingly alluring at times, but getting biblically closer to his childhood friend hadn’t exactly crossed his mind as he pondered the evening's possibilities; not when there were so many other enticing options on offer. His role had clearly been determined long before by the powers that be, though, and, sexual adventurer that he was, he had no problem with filling it.

“I've just been told I'm supposed to do this, Matt, and it's obvious they’d boot me out if I refused. It's just to get the night started; they said we can get it on with whoever we want next.”

Which didn’t change the fact that they had to shag in the first place, Matt fumed. Face burning and nude body too exposed, even the clasps around his wrists next to his head seemed to have become tighter and more uncomfortable. What a mistake to let Dom tag along for the party; most likely he’d been selected precisely because he had been Matt’s choice of guest. Ludicrous that with so many willing hot women, he was stuck with a man, and not just any man – but with Dom.

Sure, they’d engaged in sexual experimentation with each other before; nothing too extreme, the previous night about as far as they'd ever gone. But there had been no audience and that made all the difference. Some things, if they had to happen, were supposed to happen in private. Nobody needed to know that he and Dom could bring each other off; not a bunch of strangers, not Nic, not anyone. And what if word got out about their dodgy escapade? The secrecy, the masks, the password... all of a sudden, none of it seemed quite so pretentiously over the top to Matt anymore.

It was fucking disturbing the number of fans who seemed to get off on the idea of him and Dom going at it, and Matt reluctantly admitted it was probably not that shocking that the people there would fancy such a scenario as well – it was just too fucked up and perverse to pass over, wasn’t it?

He would be banned from the society and never invited back again if he refused to do it, of course. And unfortunately, after the sneak peak he’d gotten, he couldn’t truthfully claim he wasn’t interested in becoming a member.

“They’re staring at us, aren't they?” He finally spoke.

“Like horny slags backstage after a gig,” Dom drawled, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “They wanna watch us, so you up for it or not?”

Fuck it. Matt could do this. It was just a performance, sharing the stage with Dom, that was all there was to it.

“Alright, do it, get on with it.” Matt nodded his head once. “Keep it shallow. And don’t hurt me!”

“I’ll be a perfect gentleman...” Dom promised as he knelt back with a lecherously evil grin, flicking the cloak behind him with a dramatic swish.

Matt watched the blond undressing above him and swallowed as his flat stomach was bared, the black skinnies hanging low on his hips, lower than usual, and exposing the lines of his abdomen that led straight to the bulge at his crotch. Was he seriously about to have sex with Dom in a medieval church, with a load of masked strangers watching?

Once his trousers were off, the drummer buried his face in Matt’s neck, nuzzling, his hands running up and down his flanks. If it was only for show or because the blond felt like it, there was no way to tell, but Matt found it wholly unnecessary regardless. He lay there motionless as Dom shifted on the bed and arranged their limbs, prepared him with lube he’d gotten who knew where; doing whatever the hell he wanted, as per usual. It had almost turned into a cold, out-of-body experience for Matt, the usually self-assured front man feeling his confidence slipping away at the screaming awareness of unknown eyes watching them, prying beyond his comforts levels. He scrunched his face in uneasiness when Dom pushed inside him; he’d forgotten how awkward it was to have something there. His arms were starting to ache, his thighs burning with the effort of keeping his legs up and he sent a pointed look Dom’s way when the drummer thrust a little too hard for his liking.

Dom lowered his head next to Matt’s, his mouth at his ear. “You’re making us look as boring as turtles mating.”

Heat rose to Matt’s cheeks, a mix of outrage, fury and humiliation. “Excuse me if I’d rather be fucking someone else,” he snapped in a hiss.

“This isn’t working,” Dom said, gently pulling out of him with a slightly annoyed expression.

“Well spotted,” Matt snarled.

“You said you were okay with it.” Dom stared at him for a moment from behind the mask before speaking again. “Tell me what to do, Matt.”

“You know what to do. Don’t have to tell you,” he muttered in reply, teeth gritted.

“Then what the fuck’s the problem?”

There was no reply and Dom looked at the crowd again, who couldn’t have heard a word but seemed intrigued by their exchange. He glanced back down at his band mate, who had his head turned to the side and was struggling to catch a glimpse of the spectators.

If the presence of an audience had become a problem, then Dom would just have to make Matt forget about them.

Matt’s nostrils were suddenly invaded by Dom’s scent when the blond’s body lowered upon his, a hand resting on his cheek to turn Matt’s gaze his way. Placing a small kiss on the side of his gaping mouth, Dom captured it afterwards with his own, not lingering there for long, though. His warm breath was blowing against one bound wrist, his stubble tickling Matt’s skin; then a tongue darted out, flattening over the inside of the wrist for a languid stroke, the tip curling upwards as the contact was lost. Matt’s pulse was racing.

“This ‘s nice...” Dom whispered, his hair brushing against the side of Matt’s face.

Matt swallowed thickly, his hands balling into fists in their confinement when Dom started sliding down his body with his head bowed, resting his chin on the centre of his chest. Sprawled on top of Matt, he reached for a nipple with a fingertip, massaging it, and then lavishly licked at it, the continuous stimulation hardening it. The other nipple received the same treatment but this time Dom sucked it in between his lips after using his tongue, Matt watching open mouthed as they puckered around the dark nub.

He was tingling inside as Dom continued his downward path, fingers tracing Matt’s ribs, lingering above his lower abdomen before settling on his hips and pinning him to the mattress. He was breathing just above his crotch but then the tip of his tongue touched the sensitive fair skin in the hollow of a pointy hip and Matt was twitching convulsively.

“Stop fucking around...” Matt's voice was hoarse and almost unrecognisable.

Matt was struck with how difficult to breathe it had become, the air thick and the atmosphere stifling. They were face to face again and in Dom's grey eyes Matt saw the reflection of his own: pupils wide, irises blackened by arousal. At last a small amount of relief arrived, Dom palming his half-hard cock as he shot him a cheeky, white-toothed grin.

Pumping him steadily for awhile, Dom let go to reach beneath, Matt’s thighs parting readily and one knee bending up as if with a mind of its own. They kissed slowly, deeply, as the blond moved between his spread legs, picking up an easy rhythm as he penetrated him again, the gentle rocking of his hips more comfortable for Matt than before.

“Better now?” Dom smiled.

Matt just nodded and let his head drop to the side, eyes heavy-lidded, where he gaze was met by several audience members. He’d completely forgotten they were being observed and it was a relief to realise he no longer cared. He’d also been oblivious to the fact that the masked strangers in cloaks weren’t just leering obscurely from the semi-darkness of the church anymore – they had tightened the semi-circle around him and Dom, standing very close to the bed in front of the altar where he’d been tied down.

Trying to read the faces he could catch from that angle, Matt’s gaze halted on a black man in one of the further rows. He couldn’t see him fully, but it was clear by the rhythmic movement of his arm that he was jerking off, and the stranger's eyes seemed to glint lasciviously under the hood and mask as they met Matt’s. The pumping of his hand was coordinated with Dom’s grinding and for a split second, in Matt’s mind, it was that black man he was being intimate with, it was his body above his own, inside him, touching him, whispering in his ear as his hot hand fisted his cock.

Matt squeezed his eyes shut, seeing white at Dom’s shift of position.

“Alright?”

The husky voice in his ear, charged with sex, was like another burst of flame consuming him and when he looked up at Dom, he found his band mate studying the audience with a provocative smirk.

“Dom... are they looking at us, Dom?” Matt couldn’t help it, the words coming out in urgent gasps. “Tell me what’s going on, Dom, I wanna know.”

“They want us. They want us so badly, all of them.” Biting softly at his white neck, Dom greedily accepted the better access he was offered when Matt rolled his head to the side again, the grey eyes behind the black mask fixed on the spectators. “Shit, can you see them? We’re making them so hot, so hard.”

Matt was hit with a surge of electricity, an energy that streamed wildly through his veins. He wanted to face them, too, he wanted to look back at everyone, stare them in the eyes. Own and be the puppeteer of every single one of them, just like he did on stage.

“Let me watch.” Restlessness took him over and the sound of clinking metal filled the air when he twisted his hands in the shackles. “Let me go, Dom, I want to fucking look at them, I can’t see anyone like this. Take these off my wrists!”

Dom hesitated.

“They want a show, we’ll give them a fucking show. You and I.”

It was all it took for the blond to be persuaded.

Unlocking the cuffs around Matt’s wrists caused a certain turmoil and swift, questioning turns of the head among the crowd, but Dom was quick to set the restraints back in place as soon as Matt had assumed the new position.

The singer had twisted underneath Dom until he was on his stomach, propped up on his elbows, his cock hard against the white bedsheet. He had barely registered how Dom had him bound again, as mesmerised as he was. If the society members had been a fairly homogeneous mass of black clad people when the night began, he now felt as though he could see to the heart of each individual. Some had lost their cloaks (and the majority of their clothing), there were couples here and there snogging, there were others pleasuring themselves; but every single one of them was enraptured with the two men tangled on the bed. Matt recognised the look of pure want on the sweaty, flushed faces – they all wanted him. In reality, though, they were all his. They could bind him down to that fucking bed and have whoever they desired screwing him senseless – but he would always be the one in control.

He raised himself half onto his knees, his backside higher, and immediately murmurs were heard, earning a smug smirk from Matt. He glanced over his shoulder at Dom, his band mate grinning at the smouldering expression plastered on his face and settling himself between his legs again right away. Poking his nose into the damp strands of brown hair at the nape of Matt’s neck, the blond clung onto the slim hips before kissing his way down Matt’s back. He then inched up, slowly, taking his time as his tongue ran over every vertebrae, saliva mixing with Matt’s perspiration, the singer arching his back as each bump and hollow of his spine was thoroughly tended to.

“For fuck’s sake, Dom...” Matt hissed. “Fucking get on with it...”

A single, small kiss on his inner thigh and Matt’s head was whipping around, the heated look in the blue eyes meeting Dom’s feral grin. Splaying his hands on top of each white buttock, the blond fastened his mouth on Matt’s lower back, his hot breath making the singer bite his lip harshly, almost drawing blood. There was an unnervingly slow trail of open mouthed, wet kisses down the pale skin and then a flicker of Dom’s tongue, reaching to the centre of the parted flesh.

“D-Dom...”

Matt gasped aloud in a haze of blind lust, shamelessly yearning for Dom to go lower, to go deeper. But the drummer was slithering up instead, slinging a strong arm around his waist before pushing him down to the bed with the weight of his own body. Their bodies fitted together as his cock rubbed insistently against Matt’s rear.

“Look at them...” Dom breathed in Matt’s ear, cheeks touching as they eyed the feverish faces around them. “'s like being on stage...”

Matt didn't reply; not that Dom needed him to, the curve of his back and the way his hips rocked in a tantalising sway telling enough.

“God, you want me to fuck you.” He was so hard that the head of his cock breached his band mate’s buttocks and brushed his entrance when he humped him. “You want me to fuck you so badly, Matt, I know you do... Say it. Tell me how much you want it, Matt, I wanna hear it.”

The trapped front man burst into delirious giggles, the notion apparently preposterous to him, and Dom quickly glanced at the bonds on his wrists, noting the reddish marks already forming on the skin. The chains were short, but not excessively so. He let go of Matt and flipped him over, the brunet landing on his back with wide eyes, one wrist tightly crossed over the other above his head.

“Where were we?” Dom’s voice was smooth as silk as he grabbed Matt’s wrists, if only to accentuate his position of power as he nudged his legs apart and knelt between them. “Say it.”

Matt lifted his head from the bed until their lips were brushing. “Fuck,” he smirked, “off.”

Dom’s cock throbbed, his body unbearably tense, and he didn’t know where he gathered the strength to watch motionless as the teasing cunt rested his head back on the mattress with an infuriatingly self-satisfied expression on his face. He was amusing himself at Dom’s expense, as per usual.

“You have - “ He saw Matt opening his mouth to interrupt, but his hand shot to cover his pale throat threateningly. “- to be taught your place, Bellamy.”

A drawn out moan vibrated through his fingers, Matt’s Adam’s apple bobbing under his hand. And Dom’s annoyance was quickly replaced by a rush of power and adrenalin, the realisation that Matt enjoyed the restraint hitting him, his skin tingling as he watched the singer’s head tip back on the mattress, his thin lips pursing tightly. It was an image so reminiscent of when they were playing live and his band-mate lost himself during a guitar riff that he couldn’t help wondering what would go through his mind next time they were on stage and Matt’s face contorted in exactly the same way.

He was snapped out of his musing by Matt’s legs wrapping around his waist as effortlessly as if he did it all the time and Dom collapsed awkwardly on top of him, their sweaty bodies sliding against each other. It was all lust and longing in the blue eyes boring into Dom’s.

“C’mon then, put it in me...” Matt croaked. “Put it in me and get it over with.”

Dom needn’t be told twice. Grabbing his own cock, he gave it a few tugs before driving it into Matt again in a fluid motion, a high-pitched strangled noise bursting out of the brunet’s mouth and echoing around the stone walls of the church as he arched off the bed in response.

“Oh God, Matt, yes...” Raising his head for a blissful moment, Dom caught sight of a severe-looking saint glaring down at him from a niche in the wall. He couldn’t have cared less and chuckled when he looked down at Matt, reminded of how he’d actually been forced to face the sacred altar the entire time.

“Let’s do this fucking proper, Matt...” They moaned as their tongues wetly entwined in a mess of saliva, teeth scraping skin and sinking into flesh. “Show ‘em how it’s done for when I’m not around to tell them what gets you going...”

Twisting on the mattress to try and catch sight of their audience, Matt exposed his throat to Dom again, the hidden veins and muscles pressing against his skin, and Dom’s head spun. His thrusts picked up speed, causing him to grunt with the effort and Matt to breathe in irregular gasps. He fucked him with abandon, harder and harder, determined to tear out a loud moan from his band mate with every motion of his hips.

“Again...” Matt panted. “Again... again... Dom, I’m so close...”

“Yeah? Hard like this?”

“Yeah... oh, shit, yeah...”

“So good... we look so good fucking like this...”

He intended for his hand to grip Matt’s cock, he honestly did, but instead it found a different path, slowly creeping its way to the pale, fascinating throat. He would do no more than place his hand there, Dom repeated to himself, revelling in Matt’s reaction, the other man’s mouth dropping open soundlessly, eyes rolling to the back of his head. It was obscene.

“You kinky fucker...” Dom hissed upon feeling the other man’s hum of satisfaction against his hand. He had to do it. Forcing a rough kiss on Matt, he applied the smallest pressure with his fingers, thrusting harder into him. Matt whimpered. “Tied up, fucked by a man, getting off on being choked...”

Matt’s face was twisted into pure pleasure, pouty lips pink and moist, his lashes long and dark laid against his cheeks. Squeezing again, Dom slammed into him at the same time, the slender body tensing and absorbing the impact of each snap of his hips. It was overwhelming, so overwhelming for Dom to know that someone trusted him this much – that Matt trusted him this much. And he acknowledged right then that this was the best shag he’d had in years.

The weight of the drummer’s hand on Matt’s windpipe, restricting his air supply, was sending him into hysteria. Brain bombarded with lust, arousal, consuming need, a never ending need for pleasure, need to come, Matt questioned whether he really required oxygen at all. Restrained so tightly at arm and neck, thighs forced open by Dom’s body pounding into him so hard... it was like a one way route to his cock, feeding him pleasure and the need for more pleasure.

He came. Pulled into a hurricane, tossed around, elation exploding from every pore, Matt almost blacked out, dizzy and light-headed, overwhelmed by heat and mind-blowing release.

Lungs burning as he gulped for air, Matt realised Dom’s body was resting half on top of him, half beside him, warm and sticky, a hand on his hip. The pins and needles in his arms didn’t matter, nor the sting across his back and down his thighs; that he couldn’t feel his fingers was irrelevant.

The sounds of a buzzing crowd gradually became clearer to Matt, and it dawned on him that their masked audience was closing in. He looked up, to the ceiling, adorned with religious images, to the multi-coloured stained glass windows depicting angels and saints. The ecstasy, slowly leaking out of his system, and the transcendent nature of his environs made him feel as though he was still caught in some sort of reverie. And at that moment, although religious he was not, the euphoria he felt was something outright spiritual.

Dom squeezed his hip gently and he felt unfamiliar hands on his wrists, unlocking the cuffs.

Let them take him wherever they wanted to; he was ready.