1- Sorry for the huge late! although I guess I'm translating this fic only for my betas by then, lol!
2- If you're afraid this is not a BellDom story, believe me, it is, there's a lot of Belldom in it, it started BellDom and it will end BellDom , just trust in my BellDom heart (lol, I guess I said 'BellDom ' way too many times.. I love that word -3 )
3- for the ones who follow those fics, 'Eurotrip' is on its way and I'll try to update 'You're the cause of all this ' this week ^^

Summary of the chapter: Matthew and Dominic meet Brian and Stefan… and jealousy is in the air!

Disclaimer : the title of the chapter is taken from 'Every You, Every Me ' lyrics, by Placebo.

ChapterVA:There'sneverbeensomuchatstake

Matthew couldn't believe his luck.
Of course, he had just rushed there, without thinking, only hoping to meet his idol.
However, between the simple hoping and the real succeeding there was a big difference.

There wasn't a second to waste.

He recalled the lyrics of a song that he was working on.

Actually, he had already finished it months ago, he only had to find the title, but there was time for that.

He concentrated on one of the sentence he repeated in the chorus

AndI'lldoitonmyown.

So following that advice he was about to do it on his own.

"Brian, Brrriiiiiiiaaaaaaaannnn!" he exclaimed, jumping and waving his arms, in order to draw his attention.

Dominic rolled his eyes, as Brian found the scene in front of him amusing.

"I could have understood if you were in the crowd and needed me to notice you, but since you're here, a few inches from me, you've already drawn my attention!" Brian exclaimed, remaining on the other side of the gate.

- That hair already helps you do that! - he thought.

Matthew listened to him entranced and stared at him with a look that can only be described as between dumbstruck and unbelieving, as the only neuron left in his brain formulated one thought only.

- Brian Molko is talking with me. He's starting a conversation. He's interacting with me! -

Yeah, it was a single neuron, but it formulated thoughts with correctness of speech.

"Please, excuse him, I assure you that usually he acts more normally… well, more or less!" Dom justified his boyfriend, almost feeling pity for him.

"Okay." Brian grumbled, staring at Matthew in disbelief.

- I'd better keep myself at this side of the gate. - the front man reckoned.

Matt recovered from that sort of trance.

"Brian, believe me, I'm your biggest fan ever, I owe you everything. You know, songs like 'Nancy Boy', 'My Sweet Prince ' and 'Burger Queen ' made me open my eyes. I understood who I am and what I really want." Matt explained, overwhelming Brian with his flow of words, although he was slower than usual.

"For the record, I'm what he really wants. " Dominic pointed out, proudly, stretching his hand to Brian, through the barriers of the gate.

Brian willingly shook his hand.

"So, what's your name?" the elder guy asked them, although he was mainly talking with Matthew.

"I'm Matthew, but Matt is ok, as well. Everyone calls me 'Bells' 'cause it's short for my surname, which is Bellamy. If you want, you can even call me my middle name, which is Ja... "

"Geez! I've just asked what your name is, I didn't mean to start this endless journey in the history of your register office!" Brian snapped.

Matthew stared at the ground, mortified, as his mate chuckled.

"I'm Dom. See? Short, simple, fast." the former blond smiled at the rock star.

"Good. However, you, little thing," Brian turned to Matt and he raised his gaze. "I guess I'll call you Baby-Blue. It suits you!" Brian decided.

Dom stared at the brunet disappointed, as Matthew nodded, beaming.

"Okay, now you can tell me. How did you manage to find me?" the rock star asked them.

"Well, you know, we..." the former blond started, but the former brunet cut him off.

"We followed you, yesterday, after the show, as discrete as ever." Matthew invented.

His only answer, Brian burst out laughing.

"Discrete? You two? With that hair? Oh, please, don't make me laugh. No, wait! I'm already laughing! Anyway, my body-guards would have seen you within a 5km radius. Now, seriously, how the hell did you manage to find me?" he insisted.

Matt and Dom exchanged a look, deciding to tell the truth.

"Someone told us you moved here, at least for a while," Matthew confessed.

"I knew it! It must be that damn mailman's fault! That evil man really hates me!" Brian muttered.

Dom and Matt looked at him in confusion.

"So why did you decide to move here?" Dominic asked him, in order to change topic.

"Mind your business!" Brian replied, rudely. "Excuse me, but it's like if I asked you why you, little thing, have blue hair and you, nosey-parker, have orange hair." he added.

Both of the Englishmen stared at him, disappointed.

Correction. Dom was disappointed, Matt just stared at him.

"You're wrong. It's not blue, it's ' Pacific Ocean cobalt, when the sun filters through the waves and makes the water so limpid that you can see the ocean bed ' coloured hair," Matthew pointed out, with all the calm that he was occasionally capable of.

"He's right. And I don't have orange hair, I have 'Summer sky at sunset on a Californian beach, with the grain of sand brought by a soft and warm breeze.' coloured hair," Dominic pointed out, proudly.

Brian stared at them with an indescribable expression.

"What the hell do your hairdressers smoke?" he asked them, keeping as far as he could from the gate.

"No hairdressers, they are DIY dyes." Matt informed him.

"So what the hell do you smoke? No, wait, I don't want to know."

"What the hell do you have against our hair-dyes? There's a long story behind them, plus they have a symbolic meaning: just like the ocean belongs to the beach and vice versa, my Matt and I belong to each other!" Dom explained, wrapping his arms around Matt's neck and holding him tight, as the former blond stared at Brian, feeling the urge to mark his territory.

Too bad that the 'territory ' in question parted from Dom, kind of bothered.

"Yep, but, you know, ocean can flood in other seas, just like the sand can be brought by the wind and land in another beach!" Matt added, glaring at Dominic.

"But…" the orange-haired guy protested, dismayed.

"Besides, if the temperature raises at least of 0,5° degrees and stays like that for at least five months, in the ocean there will be ElNiño.If the temperature decreases of 0,5° degrees compared to the seasonal standard, then there will be LaNiña," Matthew explained, as a know-all.

Brian stared in confusion first at Dominic and then at Matthew.

"Are you still talking about you two or now you, little thing, are babbling about the last thing you've seen at Discovery Channel?" he asked, basically at the former brunet.

"We were talking about us, but I admit that I said the last thing because I've learned it from a very interesting documentary I've seen two days ago." Matthew confessed.

"Figures!" Brian rolled his eyes.

"Lucky for me, otherwise it would mean that depending on whether the temperature increases or decreases, you tend to betray me with a boy or with a girl!" Dominic snapped.

"No, that's not the point. Can't you see? From such an irrelevant particular such us the temperature that increases or decreases of a few degrees it can depend the end of the world!" Matt talked excited, gesticulating with hands and arms.

Brian shamelessly ignored him, turning to Dom.

"Is he always like that?" he asked him.

"Do you mean so weird, crazy, catastrophic, paranoid, exaggerated or wordy?"

"All of the above?"

"The answer is yes, in any case." Dom chuckled.

"Maybe, if he listens to my theories, at least he will believe me," Matt stated, annoyed by the fact no one was understanding him

"Who?" Brian wondered, but when he turned his back he found the answer.

Drawn by all that chatting, Stefan had decided to go out and reach for Brian, at the gate.

"Hey, Bri, did you meet some new friends?" he asked him, holding his hips.

He jolted when he raised his gaze from his boyfriend and figured out who was one of those 'new friends ' in question.

"You?" he exclaimed, in disbelief.

"Me!" Dominic declared, fiercely.

"Does it mean that you two already know each other?" Brian realised, staring at both of them, bothered.

"Let's say that last night, at the show, this guy managed to catch my attention," Stefan explained, smiling at Brian, but at Dominic, too.

Matthew noticed that.

"Hey! Where the hell was I as this thing happened?"

"You were being stomped by the teenage girls who I rescued you from!" Dom replied, cockily.

"Did some teenage girls stamp you?" Brian chuckled.

"That's not the bloody point!" Matthew snapped as he looked daggers at his boyfriend.

"Bri, where's your manners? You have guests and you keep them far from you? Please, come here," Stefan invited them in, opening the gate, before Brian could stop him.

"No, Stef, what did you do?" Brian yelped, but it was too late.

"C'mon, Brian, don't be rude!" the bassist scolded the front man.

Dominic and Matthew crossed the threshold, each one placing himself in front of their favourite member of Placebo.

"Thank you, you're so kind!" Dom smiled at Stefan. "By the way, we haven't introduced ourselves yet to you. I'm Dominic and he's Matthew!" the orange-haired guy explained, shaking his hand.

"Don't you think it's hot here? If I were you, I would take off that T-shirt," Dom commented, casually.

"I'm okay like this. Anyway, you can talk! You're the guy who's wearing a shirt and jacket!"

"We're not talking about me. I don't have your physique. Plus, you're Swedish!" Dom insisted.

"Well, news flash! Not all Swede's dislike hot weather y'no!"

Not very far from them, there was another kind of speech.

"I can't believe it! I'm talking with you, Brian Molko. A few inches from you!" an extremely excited Matthew exclaimed.

"Well, we were talking before, too." Brian pointed out.

"Yeah, but there was a gate between us, before." Matt explained.

- That holy gate that made me feel so protected! - Brian brooder over, although he had to admit that, despite his creepy hair and attitude, there was something in that skinny guy, in his way of moving, of talking and seeing the world, something that fascinated Brian, inexorably.

(End part A)

About the colour of Matt and Dom's hair , since I'm the author I have permission to keep calling them the *blue* haired guy and the *orange* haired guy, otherwise it could take me ages to write that, lol!

Another little disclaimer , the lyrics from the song 'this ' Matthew is working on are from 'Muscle Museum ' by Muse, of course! ^^

Hope you like it, but whatever you think tell me, pleeease, even a word can make my day

p.s. I'm translating the new chapter of 'Change ' right now, be patient ^^