Title: Some of Them Want: To Be Used
Author: mao
Disclaimer: Velvet Goldmine characters, likenesses, plotlines, etc. belong to Todd Haynes, Michael Stipe, etc. The quote at the beginning and the title belong to Eurythmics, from their song, "Sweet Dreams." In other words, I am poor and am not trying to make any cash off this. Please don't sue me.
Author's Notes: Dear Lord...Todd would kill me for this, don't you think? He'd just...napalm my house.
Warnings: Asshole!Brian, angry!Jack, sexual activity. Not as dark as the last chapter, and has firm basis in the film.
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He wandered slowly into the room, closedthe door behind him softly. He'd seen Jack watching him from across the club, and he'd known in an instant - when he saw the gleaming of the green gem in his ear - that he had to have it. He'd do whatever it took, too.
He'd seen Jack's heavily made up eyes trace a line down his body, and known that he could have the older pop idol if he'd only try. But it was the twinkling gem hanging from Jack's ear that caught his eye, that kept him entranced.
He had to have it.
There was no other option.
He had to have it.
So he followed Jack up here, shut the door behind them. Grabbed the taller man roughly by the back of the neck, kissed him quickly, softly, then harder and harder. Jack made no argument, no move to stop him - indeed, when Brian pulled back, the older man kept staring, as if he couldn't believe his good fortune. And then they both seemed to step back for a moment, suddenly shy.
Like they couldn't take the tension.
Then Jack was leaning forward again, lips landing on Brian's own, bruising him with kisses, running caresses down Brian's slender body, trying to hold him, but the other man was fluid, hands tangling in Jack's hair and scarf, long slim fingers pinching and prodding Jack's ass, his thin hips, tracing shivering lines up and down his cock. Jack shuddered into Brian's arms, but he was already running, already out the door, gone down the hall, before he could be stopped.
Something was missing, and at first Jack couldn't figure out what it was. It seemed at first it was something mental, something physiological, almost, because the whole encounter had been so weird. Kisses, teasing caresses, and then he was alone with his thoughts again.
It wasn't until he sat at the dressing table and looked at his reflection in the mirror, gently smearing red over his lips, that he realized it was missing.
He raged.
He threw a pot of rouge into the mirror, shattering the glass and sending it flying. He nearly lifted the chair to fling it out the window, but caught himself before he did anything so stupid and irrational. He paused in the center of the room, holding himself still, forcing himself calm.
And then he began pacing, like a tiger in a cage. Deciding his next move.
He had it.
He'd won.
It'd been so easy, slipping the thin metal of the earring out of Jack's earlobe, hiding it in his hand, letting it slip down his sleeve as he ran away. He'd almost been caught when he first tried to slip it out, but he'd wanted to laugh, to giggle insanely with his victory when Jack kissed him again.
His body would get him in anywhere.
And now he had it. He slipped the pin off the earring and looked at it carefully, examining the emerald gleam of it in the flashing lights of the club.
Everything would be his now.