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asimaiyatTitle: "The Only Thing That Works For Me"
Fandom: Metanoia -- an online manga by Chartreuse and Rah. Go read it, it's fantastic.
Pairing: Zander/Star
Rating: PG-13 because, um, it is songfic for "Closer" by NIN. So language. Obviously.
Summary: Music: Zander's anti-drug.
AN: for the comment_fic theme "sensations," andmerry_gentry's prompt "beat of the music." I was super intimidated to write for her because her slash fics are so insanely hot and I actually get shy writing erotic stuff. Especially something like this that's very much my own weird definition of erotic.
You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
"Nine Inch Nails? Really? God knows it's been hard to keep up the last couple of days, but did I seriously miss the part where we time-travelled back to the early nineties?"
"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
Star sighed and crossed the room to where Zander, wearing a pair of yoga pants and nothing else, was lying flat on his back, corpse-pose style, between two massive speakers.
"YOUR MUSIC," he tried again. "IT SUCKS."
"SHUT UP. IT'S A CLASSIC."
Zander didn't look pissed, he looked blissed out, eyes fluttering half-closed as the bass kicked in harder than before. He beckoned lazily to join him, and for a moment Star paused, skeptical, considering pros and cons.
Help me I broke apart my insides
Help me I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself
Con: the song didn't exactly bring back good memories.
Zander smiled in a slightly sad way, suggesting oh well. your loss. What the hell. Star descended to the floor and lay there next to him, closing his eyes to see if he could figure out what the appeal was. He felt the bass vibrating through his body, the downbeats starting to sync with his heart and resonate with the pulse points where his wrist touched the floor. He glanced sideways at Zander, thinking about the way the same rhythm was pulsing through both bodies in an unbroken circuit.
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
Then the upbeat on the snare kicked in, sharp and rough against the smooth texture of the music. It hurt his ears a little when the chorus started, and he might have flinched a little. Once he'd known this song by heart, but he hadn't heard it for years now and he'd forgotten the change in time signatures, so that now it was just another unexpected loud noise to trigger his fast-twitch reflex.
"You feel it?" Zander's mouth was close enough to Star's ear that he didn't even need to raise his voice. Neither of them needed to look to notice that their two hands spread out on the floor were just about an inch from brushing against each other, but neither of them moved.
"Of course I feel it, you've got it turned up to eleven," Star practically whispered. Trent Reznor's whisper masked his own, so it almost looked like he was lipsyncing:
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God.
Zander grinned, feeling his whole body relax into the vibrations through the floor. He didn't have many options available to him when he wanted to achieve an altered state of consciousness; Z had (perhaps sarcastically) suggested meditation, but this was the closest thing that made any sense to him. He'd only ever done it alone before; the others complained about the noise, but they could live with it. Not that having a partner was a change for the worse, he mused to himself as the beat intensified and the verse repeated.
You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything.
Usually when he did this, he didn't listen to the words, just turned on something with a powerful beat and let himself check out. But as his eyes flicked open to the site of Star lying on the floor next to him, biting his lip and keeping his eyes squeezed shut, he couldn't help relating the song to the man, and asking himself for the millionth time about all the things he didn't know about his new... friend? Partner. The mood of the song reminded him of Star, though, and vice versa. Dark and cynical but maybe just lonely after all, crudely honest in, Star was right, a dated nineties sort of way.
Help me tear down my reason, help me it's your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
Then Star's hand moved the inches it took to link with his, threading their fingers together to let the music pulse directly through them into one another. Zander smiled and raised an eyebrow and saw that Star had opened his eyes, and was giving him a grudging sort of smirk. When he was sure his partner was watching, he reached out his other hand to touch his fingertips to the soft fabric surface of the speaker closer to him. Star mirrored the gesture, forming a perfect chain to let the bass flood through...
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
The crescendo continued with new rhythms added on top of the old ones, pounding against his heart and flowing through the hand that overlapped with Star's. Both men closed their eyes again, and Zander felt himself forgetting the room around him and the stress of the past week and the endlessly threatened condition of the world and, eventually, Heaven and Hell themselves, all slipping away as his awareness was whittled down to just the downbeats and snare hits thumping through his bloodstream and Star's hand slowly but surely closing around his own.
Fandom: Metanoia -- an online manga by Chartreuse and Rah. Go read it, it's fantastic.
Pairing: Zander/Star
Rating: PG-13 because, um, it is songfic for "Closer" by NIN. So language. Obviously.
Summary: Music: Zander's anti-drug.
AN: for the comment_fic theme "sensations," and
merry_gentry's prompt "beat of the music." I was super intimidated to write for her because her slash fics are so insanely hot and I actually get shy writing erotic stuff. Especially something like this that's very much my own weird definition of erotic.You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
"Nine Inch Nails? Really? God knows it's been hard to keep up the last couple of days, but did I seriously miss the part where we time-travelled back to the early nineties?"
"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
Star sighed and crossed the room to where Zander, wearing a pair of yoga pants and nothing else, was lying flat on his back, corpse-pose style, between two massive speakers.
"YOUR MUSIC," he tried again. "IT SUCKS."
"SHUT UP. IT'S A CLASSIC."
Zander didn't look pissed, he looked blissed out, eyes fluttering half-closed as the bass kicked in harder than before. He beckoned lazily to join him, and for a moment Star paused, skeptical, considering pros and cons.
Help me I broke apart my insides
Help me I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself
Con: the song didn't exactly bring back good memories.
Zander smiled in a slightly sad way, suggesting oh well. your loss. What the hell. Star descended to the floor and lay there next to him, closing his eyes to see if he could figure out what the appeal was. He felt the bass vibrating through his body, the downbeats starting to sync with his heart and resonate with the pulse points where his wrist touched the floor. He glanced sideways at Zander, thinking about the way the same rhythm was pulsing through both bodies in an unbroken circuit.
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
Then the upbeat on the snare kicked in, sharp and rough against the smooth texture of the music. It hurt his ears a little when the chorus started, and he might have flinched a little. Once he'd known this song by heart, but he hadn't heard it for years now and he'd forgotten the change in time signatures, so that now it was just another unexpected loud noise to trigger his fast-twitch reflex.
"You feel it?" Zander's mouth was close enough to Star's ear that he didn't even need to raise his voice. Neither of them needed to look to notice that their two hands spread out on the floor were just about an inch from brushing against each other, but neither of them moved.
"Of course I feel it, you've got it turned up to eleven," Star practically whispered. Trent Reznor's whisper masked his own, so it almost looked like he was lipsyncing:
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God.
Zander grinned, feeling his whole body relax into the vibrations through the floor. He didn't have many options available to him when he wanted to achieve an altered state of consciousness; Z had (perhaps sarcastically) suggested meditation, but this was the closest thing that made any sense to him. He'd only ever done it alone before; the others complained about the noise, but they could live with it. Not that having a partner was a change for the worse, he mused to himself as the beat intensified and the verse repeated.
You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything.
Usually when he did this, he didn't listen to the words, just turned on something with a powerful beat and let himself check out. But as his eyes flicked open to the site of Star lying on the floor next to him, biting his lip and keeping his eyes squeezed shut, he couldn't help relating the song to the man, and asking himself for the millionth time about all the things he didn't know about his new... friend? Partner. The mood of the song reminded him of Star, though, and vice versa. Dark and cynical but maybe just lonely after all, crudely honest in, Star was right, a dated nineties sort of way.
Help me tear down my reason, help me it's your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
Then Star's hand moved the inches it took to link with his, threading their fingers together to let the music pulse directly through them into one another. Zander smiled and raised an eyebrow and saw that Star had opened his eyes, and was giving him a grudging sort of smirk. When he was sure his partner was watching, he reached out his other hand to touch his fingertips to the soft fabric surface of the speaker closer to him. Star mirrored the gesture, forming a perfect chain to let the bass flood through...
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
The crescendo continued with new rhythms added on top of the old ones, pounding against his heart and flowing through the hand that overlapped with Star's. Both men closed their eyes again, and Zander felt himself forgetting the room around him and the stress of the past week and the endlessly threatened condition of the world and, eventually, Heaven and Hell themselves, all slipping away as his awareness was whittled down to just the downbeats and snare hits thumping through his bloodstream and Star's hand slowly but surely closing around his own.
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Date: 2009-06-08 11:48 am (UTC)WIN
okay, no lie, in this epic thing I'm writing, NIN is totally my playlist. it's like you're hardwired into my brain or something. IDEK.
I AM GLAD I GOT YOU INTO THIS FANDOM. I PREDICT GREAT THINGS ARE FORTHCOMING.