I've been bunny raped
Title: All Downhill From Here
Pairing: Brian Molko (Placebo)/David Draiman (Disturbed)
Rating: PG-13
Warning: RPS, language
Disclaimer: Do not own anything except my sick mind. These guys are just cheap imitators of the original artists without being paid for their efforts, so don't sue. I KNOW RPS is bad.
Word count: ~500
Summary: He was Brian's bitch... he just didn't know it yet.
A/N: Cheer-up ficlet for _ice_lady_
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“Mind where you are going!” he yelled at the guy who accidentally bumped his shoulder into him. He wasn’t snappish by nature, but the problems with the electronics on stage and the weather forecast were making him stressed, which in turn led to easily irritated.
The other froze on the spot and slowly looked up at him with all the grace and condescending of royalty from behind his sunglasses. It was hard to tell how he looked with the sun shining from behind him, but from what he could see the man had a rather delicate frame and sharp features.
The sight glued him to his place as he blinked, mind going through an array of familiar faces at a million miles an hour.
“Wait, you’re that Brian Molko from Placebo, right?” he asked as it finally clicked.
“That I am,” the other replied, pushing the sunglasses up to the top of his head, that almost dreamy yet intense gaze of his scrutinizing him from head to toe in a lazy way that made an uneasy shiver crawl down his spine. “And you’d be?”
“Draiman, David,” he remembered a moment too late to actually offer his hand for a handshake. There was something... unsettling about this guy and the way he looked at him, like he was transparent for him. “Sorry for the... you know...” he imitated the bump.
“I might just need more than a mere apology,” the smile that quirked the guy... Brian’s lips was the most wicked and disturbing thing he ever saw in his life. Then the smaller man hooked his index finger into the neck of his t-shirt and twisted it for leverage before he could’ve protested. “Come with me.”
“Wait, wha...?” he tried but was cut off by a low chuckle.
“You’ll see soon enough.”
In a few moments they reached a secluded part of the back stage where normally the technicians would sit, but it was deserted due to the early hour. Contrary to his expectations, Brian didn’t let go of him, but turned back and suddenly pressed his lips against his. For a second he was too stunned to do anything, too shocked to even think...
He forcefully pushed the other away.
“Are you insane?” he wiped his mouth on the back of his forearm. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?
“I wouldn’t mind it, but let’s take it slowly, shall we?” Brian smirked in a way that made his palms itch to erease it from the man’s face.
“Like hell!” he turned to leave the stupid lunatic.
“Sit,” came the sharp, powerful order, and he complied before the action registered in his mind. “That’s better.”
He could hear the satisfaction in Brian’s voice and it picked at his temper. He stood up.
“Stupid fag,” he groaned.
“My, you are such a closet case, aren’t you?” Brian pulled out a cigarette and put it between his lips. “We’ll have to do something about that.”
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On a sidenote, I should be posting that pirate AU, but I am lazy and the plot is huge, so I have only a tiny bit of it written and have two other prompts to write for in advance. Plus I really want to play around a bit with Photoshop, so I guess I'll do it laters? So many things to do, so little time...
But I finally have my hand on Placebo's new album and maaaaaaan are they awesome.
Pairing: Brian Molko (Placebo)/David Draiman (Disturbed)
Rating: PG-13
Warning: RPS, language
Disclaimer: Do not own anything except my sick mind. These guys are just cheap imitators of the original artists without being paid for their efforts, so don't sue. I KNOW RPS is bad.
Word count: ~500
Summary: He was Brian's bitch... he just didn't know it yet.
A/N: Cheer-up ficlet for _ice_lady_
---
“Mind where you are going!” he yelled at the guy who accidentally bumped his shoulder into him. He wasn’t snappish by nature, but the problems with the electronics on stage and the weather forecast were making him stressed, which in turn led to easily irritated.
The other froze on the spot and slowly looked up at him with all the grace and condescending of royalty from behind his sunglasses. It was hard to tell how he looked with the sun shining from behind him, but from what he could see the man had a rather delicate frame and sharp features.
The sight glued him to his place as he blinked, mind going through an array of familiar faces at a million miles an hour.
“Wait, you’re that Brian Molko from Placebo, right?” he asked as it finally clicked.
“That I am,” the other replied, pushing the sunglasses up to the top of his head, that almost dreamy yet intense gaze of his scrutinizing him from head to toe in a lazy way that made an uneasy shiver crawl down his spine. “And you’d be?”
“Draiman, David,” he remembered a moment too late to actually offer his hand for a handshake. There was something... unsettling about this guy and the way he looked at him, like he was transparent for him. “Sorry for the... you know...” he imitated the bump.
“I might just need more than a mere apology,” the smile that quirked the guy... Brian’s lips was the most wicked and disturbing thing he ever saw in his life. Then the smaller man hooked his index finger into the neck of his t-shirt and twisted it for leverage before he could’ve protested. “Come with me.”
“Wait, wha...?” he tried but was cut off by a low chuckle.
“You’ll see soon enough.”
In a few moments they reached a secluded part of the back stage where normally the technicians would sit, but it was deserted due to the early hour. Contrary to his expectations, Brian didn’t let go of him, but turned back and suddenly pressed his lips against his. For a second he was too stunned to do anything, too shocked to even think...
He forcefully pushed the other away.
“Are you insane?” he wiped his mouth on the back of his forearm. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?
“I wouldn’t mind it, but let’s take it slowly, shall we?” Brian smirked in a way that made his palms itch to erease it from the man’s face.
“Like hell!” he turned to leave the stupid lunatic.
“Sit,” came the sharp, powerful order, and he complied before the action registered in his mind. “That’s better.”
He could hear the satisfaction in Brian’s voice and it picked at his temper. He stood up.
“Stupid fag,” he groaned.
“My, you are such a closet case, aren’t you?” Brian pulled out a cigarette and put it between his lips. “We’ll have to do something about that.”
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On a sidenote, I should be posting that pirate AU, but I am lazy and the plot is huge, so I have only a tiny bit of it written and have two other prompts to write for in advance. Plus I really want to play around a bit with Photoshop, so I guess I'll do it laters? So many things to do, so little time...
But I finally have my hand on Placebo's new album and maaaaaaan are they awesome.