Chapter 2
	David moved through the crowd idly, wishing fervently that the night would end so he could return back to his hotel. For the first time since he had left New York, David wished that Iman had come with him. Just so she could relieve the sheer boredom that he was feeling. But Iman had chosen not to come, reeling off some excuse about having to work on a new design for the spring. Of course it was just her way of telling David that her current ‘man on the side’ was in town. Not that David minded as he had had his share of random affairs since their marriage. He wasn’t the type to be satisfied with one person. He grew bored and was always on the look out for a little excitement to break the monotony. That didn’t mean he wasn’t in love with Iman, or vice versa…no, he loved his wife in a way that transcended sex. But being very sexual in nature, David was always in need of something a little more. That exact moment, David caught sight of someone that made his heart flutter. She was standing beside two men dressed in white suits, and looking both distinctly bored and trashed. Despite the four-inch stiletto heels she was wearing, both men still towered over her. She wasn’t exactly tart like, but there was an element of a deadly seductress about her, that made men all around the room pause to watch her. David paused by the pillar watching her, as she looped her black silk-gloved arms through the arm of the tall blond man next to her. She pulled him closer as if the man could protect her...or keep her upright. She said something with a small smirk on her lips, and the blond laughed, swigging back a large gulp of Champaign. The other man with them came up and put his hand on the woman’s shoulder. She looked up at him and grinned slightly blearily, sliding her free arm around his waist to settle on his ass. David’s eyebrows rose slightly as the dark haired man rolled his eyes and shrugged the woman off. David was briefly wondering what kind of response he would receive if he followed the woman on her way to the loo, when she looked up, and somehow spotted him through the crowd. She cocked her head to one side, and batted her lashes before lowering her gaze demurely. Deciding that now was the time to satisfy his curiosity, David slugged down the rest of his drink before placing it idly on a tray that was being carried by. He straightened his coat and made his way through the dull chattering people, stopping in front of the three he had been observing. “Good Evening.” He said cheerfully to the woman. The dark haired man gaped at him for a minute. The woman blushed delicately and clung to the blonde’s arm, much like a child would to her mother. “So…are you friends of the host?” “Who *is* the host?” The tall blond bluntly asked in a barely audible accent. David laughed. “Mark Jubitz...Ring a bell?” The two men exchanged glances and shrugged. “Not that I recall. We’re only here because our manager owed someone a favour.” David, who had been smiling softly at the woman, brought his focus back at that statement. “Manager?” “Yeah. Our band manager.” “Ah, so you’re in a band?” “We *are* the band.” “Have I heard of you?” “Placebo?” David frowned and glanced at the woman, who was fiddling with the high hem of her black lace dress, her eyes over focused. “I thought you were fronted by a man--?” The two men burst into laughter for a minute, before nudging the woman. “Who are you, baby?” The blond asked. The woman looked up, and then giggling, flung her arm out dramatically. “Brian Molko, Sex Goddess extraordinaire, giver of the best fucking blowjobs in the world!” David raised his eyebrows in surprise, his stomach seemingly dropping several inches. “And I’m Stefan the bassist, and that’s Steve the drummer.” He laughed slightly watching Brian as he hummed to himself. “Well, Mr. Molko, you had me completely fooled.” David admitted, and then wondered why he was even attempting to talk to him, as he was so far gone. He re-examined Brian, and noticed for the first time, the flatness of Brian’s chest, and the way his hips jutted out. Brian beamed at him. Oh god how David wished he felt more disappointed about Brian’s lack of breasts then he did right now… “Thank you.” Brian cooed not having the faintest idea what was going on. “Don’t worry. You’re not the only one…you, Steve, and myself are probably the only ones here who know he’s really a man.” Stefan interjected as Brian giggled in a thoroughly effeminate manner and pulled out a cigarette from the top of his dress. How it had stayed up there, David had no idea. But the sudden urge to find out became overwhelming. *Ah shit…he’s a man,* David silently reminded himself sternly. It had been nearly twenty years since his last sexual encounter with a man…and he intended on keeping it that way. David swallowed and calmly placed his hands in his pockets as Brian took the cigarette between his lips. “Light me up, Steffie?” The blond bassist grinned and took out a lighter. Brian moved his head slowly, carefully concentrating on placing the cigarette over the small flame. Once his goal was achieved, he inhaled, a look of ecstasy on his face. After a second, Brian removed the cigarette from his mouth, revealing the stain of red where his lips had been. “So Mr. Bowie,” He slurred slightly. “What brings you to this…” He paused and frowned. “What *is* this?” He looked at his band mates who shrugged. “It’s a charity—I’m not sure what for, though.” David laughed. “Hmmm. Well it’s quite dull.” Brian said glumly. “It would be better if they actually had something to drink, besides this fucking Champaign.” He tossed the glass he was holding aside carelessly, and it shattered on the ground, granting them several affronted looks. Stefan shook his head. “No chance of getting pissed here.” David stifled another laugh. Steve raised his eyes at Brian. “Brian, you’re already pissed!” The small singer glared at him. “I am *not*, Steve. Stop trying to get me to stop having the fun that I’m not even having!” He took a long drag on his cigarette, fuming for a minute. Wanting to keep up an intelligent conversation and seem interested in the band, David frantically tried to remember what songs of theirs he had heard. “I quite enjoyed *Without You I’m Nothing*.” He said, blurting out the first song title that popped into his head, and then trying to remember the song that fitted the title. Brian cocked his head to one side. “That’s a really, really, really personal song.” He smiled to himself for a moment in a vacant sort of way. “I wrote it in the loo of this shitty hotel room after a three day group orgasm.” He beamed. David blinked. “Really--?” Brian nodded. “Yup. We were all fucked up on drugs...” He giggled and poked Stefan. “Did you hear me, Stef? I said fuck---and we were having an orgasm.” He dissolved into helpless giggles, hanging onto Stefan’s arm. “Sorry.” Stefan said slightly abashed. “He gets kind of candid when he’s drunk.” David shrugged. “It’s alright. I get something like that myself.” Brian took another long draw on his cigarette, pulling himself upright. “Steeeeve,” He whined. “How much longer do we have to be here?” Steve glanced at his watch. “Another hour, Bri.” Brian threw his head back in despair, revealing the ivory patch of flesh that was his neck. David blinked quickly several times in succession, forcing himself to look away. “God, I’m so fucking horny!” Brian moaned, taking David completely by surprise. Stefan laughed and slipped his hands around Brian’s waist. Brian giggled and leaned back into Stefan. “How much has he had to drink?” David queried, watching Brian’s eyes flutter shut. Stefan shook his head. “I don’t know! I left him by the Champaign table for twenty minutes, and I came back and he was lying under it.” Steve laughed uproariously. “He must have had a lot of Champaign.” David said laughing. “No.” Brian chirped, letting his head loll against Stefan’s chest. “No Champaign.” “Then what’d you drink, Bri?” “Voddd-ka.” Stefan frowned. “Brian, where’d you get vodka?” Brian giggled, and wriggled away from Stefan, before reaching up under his skirt. “Oh fuck.” Steve muttered, glancing around nervously as Brian removed a small empty bottle that he had somehow hidden on his person. Stefan hit his forehead. “Steve, why didn’t you check him before we left?” Steve glowered at Stefan. “It’s not my fucking job, to give him the pat down, Stefan. I’m not his bloody mother.” “I love you, Stevie Bean.” Brian cooed, stumbling forward and attaching himself around Steve’s neck, the empty vodka bottle held loosely in his flailing arm. “Stop it Brian, we’re in public.” “But I luff you. I luff you, I luff you. And Steffie. I loooooove you too.” Stefan looked like he was going to laugh. “Oh God, we’re fucked. What happens when Dmitri comes by? He’s going to be so fucking pissed we let Brian get drunk.” Steve ran a hand through his hair. He then turned back to David, as if just remembering that he was still there. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Bowie. Brian doesn’t do too well at these gigs.” David laughed. “Please, call me David. And I don’t mind in the least. He’s much more interesting than what’s going on elsewhere.” He glanced around and frowned. “Too many insincere people.” Steve nodded looking somewhat distracted as Brian slid down his chest and wrapped his small arms around Steve’s waist. “What’re you doing Brian?” “Sleeping.” “Ah—fuck.” Brian slid down further until he was sitting on the ground. He blinked several times and then looked up at David. “Do you want to fuck me?” “Woah there, baby.” Stefan leant down and hauled Brian to his feet. “Don’t listen to him, he’s completely trashed…” He stammered, his cheeks burning. David laughed. “It’s quite alright.” He decided not to explore the surge of excitement he felt at Brian’s words. “Oh shit---” Stefan looked up as Steve paled. “Dmitri’s coming!” Stefan swore violently. “Steve, take Brian—” “Where?” Steve asked in alarm. “To the car. I can’t carry him…You take him and I’ll stall Dmitri.” “Stall? Fuck Stef! You can’t lie to save your life! We’re screwed.” Steve hoisted Brian up into his arms, holding him in a standing position. Brian giggled, but they ignored him. “I’ll stall your manager for you.” David offered, finding the situation extraordinarily hilarious. Steve and Stefan exchanged glances and hesitated a minute, before nodding. “Um—Ok…thanks. We owe you one…um we’ll just take him out to the car and um—yeah…” David waved them away. “Just tell me, which one’s Dmitri?” Steve pointed through the crowd. “Small bloke, with the Champaign and cigar.” David nodded. “Got it. Go on then.” He turned and purposefully made his way towards the band’s manager as Stefan helped Steve manoeuvre Brian towards the exit. He shrugged past the chattering people and smiled widely. “Dmitri, right?” The band’s manager blinked several times and then nodded. “Yes---” David beamed and held out his hand. “David Bowie. I’d like to have a word with you about your band.” Dmitri paled. “Oh God—what’d they do?” David laughed, thinking of Steve and Stefan dragging Brian out to the car. “Nothing—I was just chatting with them, and had a splendid idea. I really enjoyed *Without You I’m Nothing*, and I’d like to work with them on a remix.” *Brilliant plan, David!* David beamed at his own genius. Dmitri looked at David in utter shock. “You want to work with them?” “Yes, I would really enjoy the opportunity to sing with Brian. I believe that he is an amazing musician.” *With a really hot body*. David mentally kicked himself, willing those thoughts out of his head. He coughed slightly. “Um—that would be brilliant! I’m sure the boys would be thrilled. Steve’s quite a fan.” David grinned. “Excellent.” David grabbed a napkin off the nearest table and scribbled the number of his hotel on it. “Here’s my number. You can find me at this hotel for the next four days.” “Wonderful.” Dmitri looked really excited. “I’ll have a few details to work out, but I’ll get a hold of you either tomorrow or the day after.” David inclined his head. “Excellent.” He repeated. “Well if you’ll excuse me---” David shook Dmitri’s hand and moved away; pleased with the plan he had come up with. He saved Steve and Stefan from getting in trouble, and he would get to see Brian again…not that he necessarily *wanted* to see Brian again, he told himself sternly. It was pure fascination. Possibly a growing infatuation…he sighed. God, these strange infatuations of his!
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