"Days Before You Came"
Chapter 1
By Magenta
Pairing: Curt and Brian
Rating: R ?
Author's Note: Not for the youngins, things get very steamy in the second and final chapter!
** Credit to Brian Molko/Placebo for the lyrics to, "Days Before You Came"**
Their screams roared through his mind. All of them, calling his name, and he loved it!
Same gig, just another nameless city. Mandy was still in London finishing up dealings with the Sombrero Club and Brian was on stage about to perform the finale for yet another show. He was on the home stretch to what seemed like an endless tour. Jerry thought it was necessary for the American public to get up close and personal with Mr. Maxwell Demon. He had a presence and supposedly would dazzle them with his performance and could then further expand his empire in the states.
However there was only one American who Brian was interested in getting ‘up close and personal’ with...and he had just walked into the club.
Curt Wild slinked in to the back of the club unnoticed. Leather clad and cigarette in mouth, he casually draped himself over an empty chair and signalled to the waitress.
Yet his entrance did not go unnoticed to Brian, he’d been hoping to see Curt all night and momentarily gazed in his direction.
The crowd grew rowdy at the lack of attention they were receiving from their stage idol, and Brian shook himself back to the present. He positioned his microphone back in its stand and turned to the band.
“There’s been a change. We’re finishing with a different song.”
A chorus of groans arose from the band, yet they knew better than to argue with Brian. They’d tried it before and simply failed. The down side to working with greatness was permitting a highly strung temperament.
“Let’s do the new one,” Brian announced with a gleam in his eyes.
Though still irritated by the change, the band was well rehearsed and were used to Brian’s tricks and ways by now, so they resigned to his decision.
The waitress returned with Curt’s beer. She was young and eager for his attention; however his gaze was firmly fixed on stage. Without barely glancing at the girl, he shoved the money into her hand, along with a decent sized tip; and seemingly hurt, she took off abruptly.
Brian smiled, shook his head and returned Curt’s fixated stare. Why Curt continued to drink that piss, he’d never understand.
“This one’s for those of you...who like to be a little, Wild”
Curt smiled the not so subtle dedication and listened to the upbeat tune,
Days before you came
Freezing cold and empty
Towns that change their name
And a horn of plenty
Brian fed off of the audiences reaction. He loved gauging the crowd’s response to a new song. He straddled the microphone stand between his legs and continued to lose himself in the song,
Days before you came
Counting Breaths inside me
Even crack-cocaine
Couldn’t start to hide me
He slid down the stand, then rose slowly and seductively back to his feet,
Won’t you join me now?
Baby’s looking torn and frayed
Join the Masquerade, Join the Masquerade
With a hand on the stand he used the other to point to the back of the club, then draped it back across his chest and eventually to rest on his hip,
Won’t you join me now
Baby’s looking to get laid
Join the Masquerade, Join the Masquerade
Curt became transfixed, his breathing shallow. Brian had a way of capturing him, with one look, one word, a single breath.
Days before you came
It always seemed enticing
To be naked and profane
There is no denying,
Curt grinned, and gave a barely audible chuckle at that image. He was beginning to like this song quite a bit.
He gulped back his beer and watched Brian work his magic on the audience. So many screaming teenagers, and they were all under his spell. He pitied them at times, though he could completely sympathise. You couldn’t help but love the man, he was irresistible to man and woman...it made no difference,
Days before you came
Thunderbolt and lightning
Each day a brand new vein
Each tourniquet colliding
His hips swayed hypnotically with the music, and Brian displayed his best pouty face as he voiced,
Won’t you join me now?
Baby’s looking torn and frayed
Join the Masquerade, Join the Masquerade
His mouth delicately formed each word and at the appropriate point of the song, Brain trailed his tongue suggestively around the rim of the microphone. The crowd went wild,
Won’t you join me now
Baby’s looking to get laid
Join the Masquerade, Join the Masquerade
Curt’s eyes glazed over and he threw back more beer,
Days before you came
Days before you, came
Days before you came
Days before you
Days before you came
Days before you, came
Days before you came
Days before you....
CAME.
With the last word Brian casually, yet forcefully, threw the microphone stand to the ground and made his exit.
The crowed erupted chanting, “Demon, Demon, Demon!”
Yet Brian was unwilling to do an encore, instead he made a b-line to the back of the darkly lit club and found Curt, alone, slumped in his chair.
Brian stood with his hands resting on his hips waiting to hear Curt’s approval of his latest tune, but it seemed Curt was playing a game of his own.
Curt looked up from his drink to Brian, pretending to only just notice his appearance, “What?” he grinned at the expectant figure and took another swig.
Brian swiped the bottle from his hand, “I don’t know why you drink this” he said taking a sip and then scrunched up his face, “God, it...”
“...taste’s like piss,” Curt said chiming in with Brian.
Curt wrapped his hand around Brian’s waist and pulled him to sit across his lap. Brian straddled Curt and held his lips millimetres from Curt’s.
“Well??”
“Well, what?” Curt responded mischievously.
Brian playfully pushed Curt in the chest, “The song you fucking jerk, that’s what!”
“Ooh! The song,” Curt grinned “...I liked it. Didn’t exactly blow me away though.”
Brian seemed crestfallen at Curt’s lack of enthusiasm, even if he was just fooling around. Like a prized cat eager for its master’s approval, Brain nuzzled his cheek beside Curt’s, practically purring.
“We’ll have to fix that then, won’t we?” Brain softly spoke into his ear.
He latched onto Curt’s earlobe, kissed behind it, then abruptly stood and walked to the side of the table.
“I’m going to the bathroom.”
His heated gaze melted through Curt’s playful exterior, and he simply nodded in return.
Brain threw the door open with one hand and came face to face with a doped up looser sniffing crack off the bathroom vanity.
“Out.”
The man looked up and was slightly taken aback by the blue haired freak in the colourful outfit.
“Piss off! I’m not done yet.”
“I said, ‘get-out’,” Brian voiced strongly.
It was obvious, though at Brian’s show, the man didn’t have a clue who he was, and that pissed Brian off even more than his desistance to leave. He grabbed the man’s wrist to prevent his activities, yet was shaken off.
He looked up from the bench, irritated and moved menacingly toward Brian.
“Perhaps you didn’t hear him,” a calm raspy voice came from the doorway, “he said, ‘Get the fuck out!’ ”
The man thought he could take Brian, but he wasn’t so high that he thought he could beat the both of them, particularly the one in the doorway.
He backed away and quickly made his way past Curt muttering, “fucking poofters,” as he left the room.
Curt locked the door behind him and then turned to Brian.