Title: A BADFIC FAIRY TALE
Author: AC
Feedback: ...um. Wow.
Pairing: Mark/Roger... I guess. Mocking M/R. I think this is the first time I ever put Mark/Roger up there... wow.
Word Count: No idea.
Rating: Mention of Man Love.

Genre: Badfic.
Summary: ...stuff happens.
Notes: Written in thirty mins.
Special Thanks: To... this fic.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: ...many. Too many.
Disclaimer: RENT NOT MIND.

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ONCE UPON A TIME IN A FAR OFF LAND, namely, the loft, lived three young artistic warriors.

Mark, who filmed ultra-cool films (that were really films of Mimi and Roger gettin' it on, because well, Mark thought Roger was pretty damn hot) and documentaries with only flashing pictures on them with no words. Any everyone lusted over him, because everyone wants a peice of that 'DORK LOVIN'!' Even Alexi. Especially Alexi. Even though she did love his collection of Roger/Mimi pornos. Because she thought Roger was pretty damn hot too. And he's gay. Well, he is now. Even though he wasn't six months ago, he is now, because seeing Roger all hot, sweaty and shivering during withdrawal just TURNED HIM ON.

Because, needless to say, Roger is pretty damn hot.

Roger, who was a sex god because, he well, was. Because that's part of being a rock star. And even though he had a girlfriend, he had what he thought was unrequited love for Mark Cohen, because everyone wants a piece of him. Even Alexi, as he has heard. He's currently going out with Mimi, but he doesn't really love her because ever sense he figured out that Mark's been shooting pornos of him, he suddenly decided he was gay. Because that's an easy decision to make and all. Plus, if you're as pretty damn hot as Roger, you can switch through sexual preferences easily, BECAUSE MAUREEN DOES IT.

And then there's Mimi... and. She exists, much to our dismay. ...who really gives a damn about her, anyway?

So, one day in this far off land, Roger walks into the loft (from doing Lord knows what...) and sits down next to Mark on the couch (who is oddly doing nothing?).

"Hey," says Roger.

"Hey."

"I love you. You're so sexy. Let's make passionate male love on the table that involves your scarf, me in leather, and Mimi... I think that's her name... not knowing a thing."

"...what?"

"Never mind."

They sit in silence as they both have intricate fantasies about one another. Then, Mark blurts out, "I wonder why I'm always have abusive parents."

"OMIGAWD. ME TOO."

"Cool."

Roger blinked. "I wonder why my name always has a D in it. Rodger. I don't think it's ever spelled like that."

Mark nodded. "And that no good girlfriend of ours... Dee Dee? Or something... her name is spelled weird too."

"Mi Mi." Roger corrected.

"Oh yeah."

There was another silence as the Boho Boys sat there and gazed into each other's eyes.

And then Mimi died, and Mark and Roger went and had a make out session in loft that molded into wild passionate man sex, because they would of done it all along if that crazy bitch wasn't in the way of their beautiful boy love.

AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

Expect for Mimi, who was very busy being dead.

FIN.

...or is it?