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Pairing: Stef/Bri
Description: An explanation behind the answering machine messages in the hidden song, Evil Dildo on Without You I'm Nothing. To escape the stalker, Stefan invites Brian to stay with him for a while.
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PART 1:
“Hey motherfucker, I'm after you.”
Brian paced back and forth across the room as the answering machine screened yet another message. Some lunatic got a hold of his home phone number and had been calling him all week, several times a day. Brian was at the point where he didn’t even bother to pick up the phone anymore; he just let the machine get it. If it was someone he wanted to speak with he could call them back later.
A shiver passed through Brian’s spine as the caller finished, “...I know where you live” and then hung up leaving only the sound of a chilling dial tone.
Brian froze in his tracks. Previously he had laughed at this guy, obviously some wanker had just got a hold of his number and decided it would be fun boast to his friends how he pranked that fairy boy Brian Molko. But that last message was different, what if this psycho really did know where he lived?
He picked up the phone and thought momentarily, chewing anxiously on his lower lip, before dialling a number he knew off by heart.
Brian's body shivered as the phone rang.
"Pick up. Pick up. Pick up," he repeated nervously to himself.
"Hello?" the man on the other line answered. He seemed to be at a party or a club because Brian could hear an electronic techno beat pounding in the background.
"Hi, Stef," Brian said, his voice shaking. "Listen. Could you come over here? For tonight?"
Stef noted Brian's tone of voice and instantly knew something was seriously wrong. This was the man who was the bravest person he knew. Brian Molko did not get scared unless something was wrong.
"Brian, what's wro-- I'll be over as soon as I can." Stef told him.
Brian stood there silently still as Stef hung up. His mind cleared and he hung up the phone.
It's going to be ok. Stef'll protect you, he had to tell himself as he curled up on the couch and covered himself with a warm and soft blanket.
***
Hazily, Brian woke to the sight of a tall, dark silhouette hovering over him. The figure stepped closer and took hold of his arm. Brian’s reflexes kicked in, his legs flailed, sending his attacker to the floor.
His heart was racing a million miles an hour and adrenaline had kicked in. Brian leapt on top of the figure sprawled on the floor, and clutched his hands tightly around the bastard’s neck. The person beneath him was flailing madly, reaching for something in the dark… a weapon perhaps? …Not if Brian could help it, his grip tightened.
Light poured over the darkened room as the assailant grabbed at the tableside lamp. Brian froze taken aback. The person beneath him was not some crazy stalker. Crazy perhaps… but not a stalker.
PART 2:
“Oh my god, Stef!!? Are you okay????”
"I bloody well was, until you attacked me," Stef cursed at Brian as he got to his feet, brushing off the dust collected on his tight black leather pants. He looked down to see Brian on the verge of tears.
Sitting back down on the floor next to him, Stef held him tightly.
"I'm sorry, baby," he whispered softly before kissing him on the temple. A single tear dropped down on Brian's pale cheek. Stef lifted his finger to catch it and wipe it away.
"No more tears," Stef told him, looking at Brian with a half-smile on his face. Even Brian couldn't stay depressed when he saw that adorable face looking back at him. He leaned up to kiss the Swedish bassist's cheek softly, the stubble roughly tickling at his lips. He let out a small yelp, which was partly happy.
"See? You're feeling better already," Stef said, happy with the results he was already getting from Brian. "How 'bout I make you some tea? Would that make you feel any better?"
"Well, maybe if you add a special ingredient," Brian smirked. Stef laughed as he continued holding onto Brian. He had returned to his normal self; now comfortable with Stef by his side.
"I'm sure I can manage that," Stef said, getting up from the floor and walking in the direction of the kitchen. As he reached the door of the kitchen, the phone rang once again. Stef froze into position and turned his head back to Brian.
“Let it go” Brian ordered as he walked into the kitchen, Stef followed.
Brian picked up the kettle, and then eyed the bottle of whiskey. “Screw it,” he said discarding the kettle in favour of the whiskey alone.
After a couple of long gulps, Stef took the bottle from Brian. He knew lately Bri hadn’t been eating properly and that anything would go straight to his head.
“Why aren’t you picking up? …Avoiding some trick again?” Stef teased, nudging Brian’s hip. Though Brian didn’t retort with some snark or witty remark, instead he silently stared at the blank wall; tears welling in his eyes, but he refused to make a scene.
“Shit” Brian murmured as he swiped at his face with his forearm. Crying wasn’t his style, it wasn’t pretty, and it just wasn’t done.
Towering over the delicate frame before him Stef raised Brian’s face to look at him. He cupped the side of Brian’s cheek and slid the singer’s long black locks of hair behind his ear, revealing more of his beautiful face.
“Tell me” Stefan said plainly, looking in Brian’s tortured eyes.
Brian hesitated and half-heartedly attempted to retreat from Stefan’s hold, but it just made the Swede all the more forceful. “Brian, TELL ME.”
“It’s just some bastard. You know that guy that called me a couple of times a few weeks back?”
“Yeah, what a joke.”
“Well… it’s getting worse.”
“How much worse??” Stef questioned, beginning to get some sense of the fear emanating from his lover.
The phone rang again, and wide eyed, Brian listened for the message, “…a lot worse.”
Brian padded back into the lounge and retrieved the two missed messages, “Message received at 9:50pm, Thursday… play: ‘I will fuck you up the ass and I will sneak into your room and cut your cock off and stuff it in my mouth and chew it up with my little teeth.’” “Fuuuuck,” Stefan exhaled in shocked surprise, “Brian this guy is a psycho. Why didn’t you tell us things were getting this bad?”
“I just figured he’d stop eventually. Anyway, I’m getting my number changed soon…although, now I’m not so sure that’s going to help.” Brian grabbed tentatively at Stefan’s hand he didn’t need to play the second message to know what it contained, “Stef, I think he knows where I live.”
“That’s it we’re getting you out of here. At least for tonight till we get the coppers involved.”
“Where can I go? Beanie’s got Emily this week, so his spare room’s taken...”
Stefan looked at Brian incredulously, “Brian you’re staying with me.”
PART 3:
Stef glanced over to the passenger seat to how he was doing but he couldn't really tell since sunglasses masked the expressions in Brian's eyes. Instead, he reached over and gently and lovingly caressed at Brian's soft cheek.
"You know, I'm surprised I got you to pack. Usually, you put up a fight," Stef said with a small chuckle.
Brian sighed, still worried about the calls, and leaned his head into Stef's soft touch. It made him feel better to know that he was right there for him. He knew was safe with Stef. He had to fight back tears again but they were caused by a completely different reason.
Brian hoped Stef wouldn't notice the tears; he turned on the radio and played around with the radio stations until he found a song that would make him feel better.
"Oi," Stef said, playfully annoyed with Brian. He winked down at the guitar playing nancy boy.
It seemed useless now to listen to the radio because Stef pulled into the parking lot of the building where his flat was.
"Home sweet home," Stef said after finding a spot to park. He kissed Brian's cheek and got out of the drivers seat. Brian reached for his bag that rested on the back seat but that was before he heard Stef protest.
"You're a guest. And I won't have the guest carry his own bag up to my flat," Stef told him. He opened the back door of his car and retrieved the heavy bag. "Christ, Molks, I told you to pack for a couple of days, not as if you'd never see your flat ever again."
In elegant Molko fashion, Brian extended his middle finger up at Stef and giggled. He exited the car and waited for Stef to walk up next to him. Brian grabbed onto his free hand and held it innocently as they both went inside the building.
Stef laid out a blanket on the couch as Brian arranged some pillows.
“Brian, I told you, I don’t mind taking the couch, you can have the bed.”
“Don’t be such a tosser, I’m not going to kick you out of your own room. It’s bad enough as it is that I had to come here,” he said without thinking.
Dejected, Stef looked at Brian. “Bad enough? Hey it’s not like I forced you, you’re quite welcome to leave.”
Moving closer toward Stef, Brian sighed as he latched his hands around Stefan’s hips. “Don’t be like that, you know what I mean,” he murmured into the cradle of Stef’s neck.
Succumbing to his charms, Stef took Brian by the waste and stepped back, so he could take in the full sight. “Yeah, I know.” Smiling as he cupped Brian’s bare face, Stefan noted how beautiful his features were, even without his coal black eyeliner and lipsticks. Following instinct he drew Brian in and their lips softly grazed against the others.
Stefan parted from his hold on Brian and moved toward the bedroom doorway, but midway across the room he stopped and turned around, “You know where to find me... if you need me.”
PART 4:
Brian tossed and turned on the couch. No matter which way he laid he couldn’t get comfortable. Finally in a burst of frustration he sent a pillow sailing across the room, “Christ! Even the tour bus is better than this!”
He wandered across the room looking for his pillow, but in the darkness it proved to be a difficult task. Somehow Brian found himself standing outside Stefan’s bedroom door. It was slightly ajar so Brian pushed it further, just to see if Stef was also awake. The door creaked from the motion and by the moonlight streaming through the window Brian could see Stef asleep in the large Queen sized bed.
Brian chuckled to himself, a Queen sized bed for a Queen...how appropriate. He glanced back to the couch and then to the big comfortable bed where Stefan stirred slightly in his sleep.
Brian closed the door behind himself as he quietly made his way toward the welcoming space by Stefan’s side.
He slid under the covers and Stefan hazily rolled over slinking an arm around Brian’s waste pulling him close, like his very own life sized teddy bear.
“You’re awake,” Brian said in surprise.
“Mmm hmm,” Stefan eyes remained closed as he mumbled almost inaudibly.
Stef rubbed at his eyes and shifted position in the bed so that he was now facing Brian completely. He cupped Brian's cheek and he stroked it softly, using just his thumb. He was so beautiful, and the little bugger knew he was too. Stef smiled.
Brian's eyebrow lifted curiously. "What?"
"Nothing," Stef said, still smiling down at Brian.
Brian lifted up his head and planted a sweet and innocent kiss onto Stef's lips. Stef wanted to lick at Brian's tongue but he didn't dare spoil the purity of the kiss. His fingers tangled within Brian's long black hair, keeping him close even after Brian broke away from the kiss.
The moonlight shining down into the room hit the tear that fell from Brian's eye at just the right angle so that Stef saw.
"Hey," Stef said to him softly. He pulled him close and rested his head on his body. "It's alright. I'm here, remember?"
"I know," Brian said weakly. "It's j-just, I'm… so afraid still."
Stef held him tightly and kissed his forehead from the side.
"You think I'm going let some homophobic wanker even get in the same building as you?" Stef told him to reassure that he really was safe in his flat. Brian was going to stay right here under his watch until he knew that fucker was in police custody.
Brian half-smiled and turned his head to kiss Stef. He loved the way Stef felt the need to protect him. It was so sweet. The kiss, however, was anything but sweet. Brian attacked with such force that Stef playfully shoved him away.
"Watch out or you'll make me randy," Stef told him, trying with every fibre of his being to not harden. Brian was vulnerable and it wasn't right to shag him tonight. What a fine time to actually have morals he thought.
"That was the idea," Brian admitted with a smirk. Stef rolled his eyes and smiled back at him. He definitely wasn’t weak or vulnerable anymore …thank god!
Stef leaned in and kissed him, sucking on his bottom lip. Brian moaned cutely into the kiss and Stef couldn't help but smile. His hands roamed over Brian's body and soon found themselves underneath his shirt, softly caressing the warm skin beneath.
Brian sat up as he slid off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. He lay back down, before bringing Stef in for another deep kiss, tongues intertwining.
Stef pinched at his nipples playfully, knowing it was such a turn-on for Brian. He giggled at the touch and looked down to see that Stef was just as eager, his pants were tight against his body. Brian’s hand dived beneath the waistband, reached inside, and slowly started to stroke beneath.
"Mmm, Bri…" Stef moaned softly to his lover, before pitching in one last weak willed protest, “...we, we can’t.”
Brian stroked harder against Stefan’s length, determined to have his way, “Yes...we can.”
Stefan unconsciously arched his hips creating pressure against Brian and drawing a moan from them both, “I mean, we shouldn’t...” Brian smothered Stefan’s words with a deep and probing kiss that left them both panting for air.
“Fuck me,” Brian breathed into Stefan’s mouth as his stroking continued in rhythm. With feathered kisses over his lover’s jaw Brian repeated, pleading his words.
Stefan was close to the edge, but wasn’t ready for things to be over so quickly. He took hold of Brian’s wrists, pinned them above his head, rendering him powerless. Stefan straddled Brian’s legs and seeking further contact ground his hips deliciously against his lover’s body.
Brian wriggled in Stef's grip. He smiled, delighting in the painful yet extremely pleasurable feeling of the power that Stef held over him.
Stef loosened his grip on Brian's wrists and reached inside the bedside drawer. He found the lube, but then an idea came into his head. At the thought giant blissful grin spread across his face.
"What?" Brian asked him after noticing he had stopped.
"I was just thinking," Stef said, his sentence trailing off. "…if you'd want to rub it on me."
After hearing the request, Brian smiled in unison with his lover. Stef removed the hold on his captive. Swiftly, setting to task, Brian grabbed the tube eliciting the gel onto the palm of his small, pale hand. Slowly Brian began moving his hand up and down Stefan's erect length.
"Briii," Stefan moaned lightly as Brian continued to caress him gently. He worked over the length until it was ready for them both.
Brian lay down on the bed, looking up into Stef's deep, dark brown eyes. He noticed the happy twinkle that was only present when he was around Brian. "How do you want me?" Brian asked hungrily, desperate for Stef to be inside of him.
"Standing," Stef voiced, almost as if a command. Brian couldn't help but smirk as he grabbed the Swedish bassist's hand, and directed him to follow, jumping off the bed.
Stef draped his hands over Brian’s body and trailed them to remove the final barrier on his lover’s bare hips. Stef positioned Brian forcefully against the wall as he bit gently at the smooth skin on the cradle of his neck. A small cry escaped Brian's lips resulting from the force exerted as Stefan once more captured his delicate wrists above their heads. However, this was one time that Brian was more than happy to be dominated.
Stefan ached to be with Brian; unable to bear the separation any longer he briskly buried himself inside. Hips swaying, he thrust deep inside his lover as Brian embraced him tightly.
Feeling the soft, tender kisses trail over his shoulders Brian let himself relax. Stef released his wrists, preferring to take hold of Brian's petite hips, massaging vigorously. They kept the same rhythm and pulling Brian tightly against him, each thrust he moved deeper and deeper inside.
Brian moaned as Stef moved deliciously inside him. Close to completion, his hand slid down the wall, taking hold of his own fully erect length and began to stroke. Stef noticed what Brian was doing and playfully slapped the side of his arse.
"That's my job," Stef whispered breathily into Brian's ear. His voice tickled the sensitive skin. Brian slid his hand off away and Stef continued what he had started but with a faster rhythm sensing his partner’s urgency.
"Better?" Stef asked nuzzling at Brian’s neck. "Bri-aaan," he murmured against him. It wasn't much longer before he was going to come.
Brian closed his eyes and felt the pleasure inside him build with each stroke of Stef's caressing hand. "Jesus, Stef..." he groaned to his lover.
"Ohh, god, Brian!" Stef cried out, hearing his lover’s moans of delight, he could no longer hold back and with one final thrust, came inside Brian.
Brian adored the sound of his name when it was cried out in the throws of passion and gasped as he felt his lovers warming presence instantly fill him. The feeling of Stef’s hand urging him on was overwhelming as he peaked spiralling into orgasm.
Both rest their heads against the wall momentarily in an effort to regain some composure. As their racing heartbeats slowed, Stef gently pulled out of Brian and rest against his sweaty body. Brian had worn him out completely, he had a tendency to do that in many ways, and that thought brought a smile to his face. He kissed Brian’s cheek and softly murmured, “Love you”.
Brian turned in Stefan’s arms to face him.. The look in Stefan’s eyes indicated he was now off deep in thought. He closed his eyes and slowly nuzzled against Brian’s neck inhaling his musky scent, then moved to whisper in his ear... “Move in with me.”
THE END
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