Notes:

Match: Dominic Howard.
Keyword: conspiracy
Setting: WOTP Era
Characters: Matt and Dom ... and a little cameo!
Pairing: BellDom
Genre: it starts fluff but then for challenge needs it must end in smut!

Disclaimer: Muse, esp. Matt and Dom, and every possible character mentioned here don't belong to me, nothing of this stuff really happened, I just have a very crazy mind!

This is a conspiracy!

Matt and Dom are in the dressing room while the supporters are performing.

So far so good, except that a fan managed to meet them and give them a gift (just a single one) that is proving to be worse than the Apple of Discord: a colorful T-shirt with animal print and glitter inlays.

Both have decided that it is the perfect outfit for that evening, but neither of them wants to give in.

"For the last time, Bells, it's more suitable for me, it enhances my figure!" Dominic tries to pull the coveted garment towards him, and, just like Matt, he's wearing only jeans.

"With those big mustaches, nothing suits you anyway, I'd better wear it, it even matches one of my guitars!" Matthew counters, yanking the T-shirt.

Dominic doesn't even have time to get indignant, because Bing, having come out from who knows where, snatches the T-shirt from the two contenders' hands.

"Wow, this T-shirt is so cool, it fits a little big, but I like it too much, I know what to wear to see your concert tonight!" He exclaims enthusiastically, putting it on top of the one he judged too sober.

Something inherited from his father.

"This is a conspiracy!" The two adults protest in chorus.

"Thank you dad, thank you... uncle." the little boy makes them melt with his sweetness, disappearing as fast as he appeared.

Left alone, Dominic approaches Matthew with a hungry look.

"Of course, Matteh, arguing so much to put on a T-shirt, when it would be wiser to take the advantages that both of us are not wearing anyone..." he murmurs, placing languid kisses on his neck without warning, which then become demanding hickeys.

"Oh my..." Matt moans, tilting his head to give him more access. "Don't leave a mark on me though."
"It's a risk you have to run..." the other chuckles, pinching his right nipple, another thing that makes Matt moan.
"But if Elle sees another one..."
"That's your shit, Bells!" replies Dom, mercilessly, even sinking his teeth, without too much violence, except that necessary one to drive his beloved mad.

"Oh, the hell with everything, come here!" Matthew growls eagerly, pulling Dom to himself for a greedy kiss, while his hands explore his partner's chest and back as if it were the first time.
It's now been more than twenty years of 'first times' and every convinced scratch that Matthew leaves on his skin is a warning for the other to remember how much they belong to each other.

"It's a pity we didn't fight over the same pants as well."

Taking Matthew's implied request, Dominic doesn't hesitate to undress both of them, their erections awakened by their mutual contact.
His hands, one more shameless than the other, grab his partner's cock, knowing exactly how to move.

"Oh God, Dommeh, please, more..." Matthew begs him, one step away from orgasm, but he knows that something is still missing.
Dominic flashes a mischievous smile and bows, ready to oblige, only to pull back at the last second.

"Oh yeah, it's true, you hate my mustaches, you wouldn't approve!" He looks at him defiantly, putting on his clothes and leaving his lover alone, stunned and above utterly unsatisfied.

"I was wrong," Matt grumbles, self-rectifying, a much less fun method.
"This is a conspiracy!"

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THE END

Notes:

Hope you liked it or had fun or whatever, any sort of feedback is more than cherished.

P.s. feel free to give me prompts or keywords for next one shots, maybe they could inspire me ;)

Second oneshot coming in a few minutes...