Defecating Ecstasy by Tanith Night
Dedicated to MacDhai because MacDhai asked "So, what happens next?"
Fandom: Weiβ Kreuz
Pairings: Schuldig x Yohji
Warnings: Yaoi, Song Fic
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I own the world and everything in it, up to and including the boys from Weiss Kreuz. Why am I in a room with padded walls and oh, what an interesting jacket.
Author's Notes: The lyrics are from David Bowie's song We Are the Dead from the Diamond Dogs Album. I do not own David Bowie or his music. They just inspired this story line. Defecating Ecstasy is in the same universe as Love Song to Desperation. In fact you can think of it as the sequel.
Please review, I love hearing from people. Oh, if you have a favorite David Bowie song you would like to have a story in this universe written shoot me a line. Well, email!
Lyrics
Yohji woke up, stretched and regretted it. His chest felt as if he was skewered and if his memory served him right, he was. A thin vertical scar marred his chest. Weiss killed him and his lover. He turned over, his lover was bandaged and breathing. Lying there he just breathed and took in his surroundings.
Something kind of hit me today
I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way
People will hold us to blame
It hit me today, it hit me today
It seems strange now, looking back on everything. How we tried to fool everyone, your team and mine.
We're taking it hard all the time
Why don't we pass it by?
Just reply, you've changed your mind
We're fighting with the eyes of the blind
Taking it hard, taking it hard
The mock fights and battles we performed. The sneaking around we had to do. The looks of disgust and hate we dealt with again and again.
Yet now
We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly
They tell me "Son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far"
For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin
For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy
You're just an ally of the leecher
Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck-me pumps
And your nimble dress that trails
Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails
Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
We are the dead
Yet it seems your team accepted us because that is where we are in your bedroom. Plus Schwartz just walked through the door.
One thing kind of touched me today
I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
Pressing our love through the night
Knowing it's right, knowing it's right
Crawford spoke and I just stared at your sleeping form, slowly processing what he said.
Now I'm hoping someone will care
Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
Trusting on the sons of our love
That someone will care, someone will care
They brought us here. Bleeding and dying, struggling and fighting to live.
But now
We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature
Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell
It's a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell
And the streets are full of press men
Bent on getting hung and buried
And the legendary curtains are drawn 'round Baby Bankrupt
Who sucks you while you're sleeping
It's the theater of financiers
Count them, fifty 'round a table
White and dressed to kill
After they leave I leaned over your still form and kissed your soft lips and whisper...
Oh caress yourself, my juicy
For my hands have all but withered
Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs
Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
We are the dead
We are the dead
We are the dead
"I am a talent, a healer."