Title: Interlude

Fandom: Velvet Goldmine (ewan)

Parts - one

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Todd Haynes owns any characters in this movie

Summary: set within the film between shannon looking through the door and

brian opening his eyes. My take on things and an attempt to write

realistic VG het.

She wasn’t sure what time it was when her eyes finally opened. The room

was darkened; only tiny slivers of light that made it through the drapes

illuminated it, and it still smelled of alcohol, smoke, sweat, and sex.

The events of the evening before rapid-fired through Shannon’s mind,

filling her stomach with a sinking feeling. She had come so far from the

shy girl she had been, and still was to a certain extent, for what? To do

a job she had no experience in and to give her body over to Jerry Devine

and the rest of Brian’s entourage. Even at that moment, she could feel

herself evolving, morphing towards a creature that was like them…and yet…

She pushed herself off the floor, wincing at the soreness in her limbs as

she grabbed a random robe and draped it over her body and navigated

through the mess of the evening before, being careful to avoid the

sleeping Mandy. She had gained her attention before, and it was never

quite welcoming to her…Mandy was so alien to her sensible mind, so

child-like, but she tried to be so cruel…tried and wilted when she

inevitably failed.

Shannon hadn’t been thinking about where she was heading, and she paused

when she found herself unconsciously heading for the hall, for the room

where they – where he had disappeared at the height of the frenzy.

Her tongue flicked over her lips instinctively, and she continued towards

the looming closed door, unable to change her course despite the

consequences of getting caught. She couldn’t afford to lose this job, and

yet…

She was right up to it now, her mind on overdrive as she imagined what

could be going on behind it. All the things that would push him further

away, up to the heavens, and completely out of her reach.

But she couldn’t turn away.

It was like she was watching her hand from outside her body. They

carefully pressed against he door, taking in the painted wood before one

hand trailed down to the cool brass of the doorknob. She tried to claim

the appendages back, tried to stop herself, but then the door was silently

pushing open. As if burned, her palms quickly pulled away, but by then her

eyes were transfixed by the display laid out before her inside.

Brian lay draped over the bed, in post-coital slumber, wrapped loosely in

a white sheet, exposed to his waist. He was soft, gentle, even innocent

this way…slumber buffering her from the calculating blue of his eyes.

“He’s into you,” an amused voice, gravelly with sleep and over-consumption

of drugs murmured, and she gasped and stepped away from the bed,

completely unaware of how she had gotten into the room.

She said nothing, would give nothing away, instead letting her gaze drop

to the sleeping figure, then back to Curt. “You can fool everyone but us,”

the rocker continued, coming around the bed towards her, showing that he

was indeed completely nude. “I can see how you want him…how you feel about

him,” he added, a sleazy grin lighting his face as she unconsciously

backed away.

“Don’t…you’ll wake him,” she whispered, glancing nervously to the bed and

back to the stalking performer. She didn’t know how she felt about Curt…he

was like Mandy; she’d rather not deal with him at all. He scared her more

than Brian did…around him she had to be infinitely more wary.

“So? Afraid of what he’d do if he found you here?” he chuckled, prowling

closer. “Or are you afraid of what he wouldn’t do?” She sputtered in

response to the accusation.

“I…you…that’s, that’s none of your business!” He laughed as her back

pressed against the wall, always coming closer, trapping her.

“Oh, but it really is…Brian is my business now,” he purred at her, or was

it a warning? She could barely stand under the full force of him, his

eyes, the way he reeked of alcohol and sex, that voice that grated more

than glided through the air. He leaned in close, his hands on the wall on

each side of her head. “Go on…admit it,” he growled in her ear.

“No,” she whispered, then realized she had proved his words with her

denial.

“Yes,” he countered, his eyes narrowing as they drilled into hers.

“Why do you want me to?” she shot back, wishing her voice wasn’t trembling

so badly. He laughed and brought his face right up to hers, trapping her.

“I just do,” he purred throatily, though there was a dangerous spark in

his eye. The spark of intent, of muted cruelty, of jealousy…”Though you

don’t have to…its fucking written all over you,” he added, his eyes

narrowing the more he stared at her.

“What?” she squeaked, more out of surprise than fear.

“All his groupies may not see it, even Mandy’s blind to it, but I can see

it plain as fucking day.” He whispered, his breathe just ghosting over her

cheek. She swallowed hard, trying to figure out how to get to the door

when Curt stopped suddenly, as if stung, then turned to reveal Brian

behind him, hand on his back.

They stood like that, staring at each other for a time, communicating

through their eyes alone, until they reached an understanding. Brian

offered the other fan no comfort, no reassurance or warmth, but gave him a

series of looks that suggested he learn to keep his place.

She had never seen Curt back down before, didn’t know it was possible. But

she understood…like herself, Curt loved him, loved him completely, and any

way to be at his side was better than being cut off.

As Curt backed away, glaring at the floor in frustration, she sighed in

relief. At the noise, both men turned and regarded her silently. She

swallowed, clutching the robe tightly around her as she stood trapped

under their scrutiny, until Brian’s lips twisted in the amused smirk he

was famous for. He turned back to Curt and quirked an eyebrow. The blond

gave him a wary look, then grinned slowly as Brian urged him with the heat

of his eyes alone.

Before she could enquire what they were debating, the two men came

together in a smoldering kiss. She could just barely see their tongues

twining and forced back a whimper, wishing it could be her. She tried to

ignore the rise of her temperature as Brian tore away from Curt, and

suddenly pounced.

Shannon gasped as he collided with her, knocking her backwards onto the

bed. She felt herself instinctively start to scream, but his hand quickly

covered her mouth, his eyes looking pointedly into hers.

She quieted, then started to ask what he was doing when he smiled, his

fingertip pressing gently against her lips, a sly smile on his face as his

gaze drifted from her to Curt, then back again to her lips. The pad of his

forefinger slowly traced her mouth, and before she could react through her

hazy mind, his mouth suddenly was on hers, all heat and lushness. She

couldn’t move, didn’t know how to react, what to do, and was only vaguely

aware of his tongue sliding past her lips, his hands guiding the robe off

her shoulders, sending it cascading to the bed, and as quickly as his

attack had come, it ceased as he suddenly appeared across the room next to

Curt, even before she was aware his mouth had left hers.

Curt blinked dazedly at his new lover, also somewhat in the dark as to

what the other man’s plans were, though by the look in his eyes, it was

devious, at least.

Shannon watched helplessly as Brian purred deep in his throat as he

grabbed Curt around the neck and kissed him viciously. Slowly his force

softened into wet passion and she blinked as the redhead slowly drew

towards her, his mouth still firmly attached to the darker-haired of the

two.

She could even see their tongues playing together as Brian pulled Curt

down with him on the bed, and she watched, transfixed, as Brian’s eyes

opened to slits, darkening as they came to rest at the darkened triangle

between her legs. Her breath caught as she realized where he was going,

and she bit her lip as Curt caught on and tensed, looking from her to

Brian warily. The smaller man continued to kiss the other rocker calmly,

slowly pressing himself against his chest, using his influence to slowly

urge Curt on. She could feel their breath on her thighs now, jumped at the

brush of Curt’s hair on her skin, and flushed at the pulsing desire that

she could feel deep in her sex.

Brian’s tongue flicked out and over Curt’s lips then, playfully teasing

his mouth and just barely whispering over the crease of her thigh. She

jumped, shocked into action, but his hand came down firmly on her thigh

when she tried to crawl up the bed. She gasped, unaware and amazed at how

strong he really was. A barely audible whimper was all she could form when

Brian’s tongue suddenly slid from Curt’s lips to her folds, softly

flicking over them and back to Curt’s mouth. The other man grunted in

surprised at the new taste on his lover’s tongue, yet relented when Brian

slowly guided his tongue to dip between her lower lips, inadvertently

brushing her clit, making her moan as her legs opened unconsciously.

Curt paused to take in her reaction, then glanced to Brian, who was

smirking in approval, and a slow, hungry gleam began to form in his eyes.

With renewed vigor, they began to kiss again, until suddenly as they

kissed they began to run their tongues fervently over her sex as well. She

gasped and groaned, her back arching off the bed as they took turns

sucking her clit between their lips, and nearly screamed when the two

tongues began to fight to press inside her, driving deeply into her until

she was shaking wildly, lost in her orgasm.

Shannon was vaguely aware of a presence at her entrance, and was surprised

when the fog cleared, to see it was Curt positioned between her legs and

not Brian. Slade lay to his side, his eyes fixed with purpose on Curt’s

cock. Slowly, he reached between them and began to stroke the rocker,

smiling when it instantly hardened. Curt groaned and glanced back to

Shannon, giving an almost imperceptible shake of the head. Brian chuckled

softly, nodded, and kissed the other man deeply as he took hold of his

cock and slid it into her. Curt and Shannon looked at each other, panic in

both of their eyes as Brian guided Curt’s hips, bound and determined to

use his shaft to have her. It was his way of showing power authority, she

realized, and quickly began to thrust up to Curt, determined to play his

game if it meant getting to him. Brian whispered obscenely in his ear as

he reached up to fondle her breasts, his other hand slowly pressing

between Curt’s cheeks and into him, easily finding his prostate.

Curt gasped and groaned, thrusting eagerly if it meant falling back onto

Brian’s hand. They were both on the edge when Brian quickly separated them

to take his place over her, his eyes smoldering as he plunged into her.

She moaned as he filled her, heart Curt’s groans as he slid more fingers

into him, and slowly began to stroke both their insides.

He was magic and heat rolled into one; he knew exactly how to get them

close, then leave them hanging until finally he couldn’t stand it and

began to pound into them, taking turns to kiss and bite at them both.

Shannon screamed as she exploded around him, felt him bathe her insides,

heard Curt roar as he came, and somehow saw Brian take him in his mouth

and swallow his seed. And then it was over, both men falling breathlessly

to the bed, passing out. She had to do something…even if it meant playing

the supposed naïve for now.

Shaking, she pulled the robe around her and stood, looking over them both,

and understood. Curt meant nothing to him…he was a means to an end just

like Mandy, just like Jerry, just like all of them. Brian was the master

manipulator, just like her. After all, what was her time with Jerry but a

way to get to Brian? And she knew what would happen…Curt would be

discarded, Mandy would be forgotten, Jerry dismissed…the trick was to be

invaluable to him…to become the manipulator…to ride out the bad and keep

him at her side. That was what Mandy didn’t comprehend…to be loved by him

was to control him, not to adore him. Rule him, even without his knowing

it, and she would have him.

Which was exactly what she intended to do.

Slowly, she walked to the door and into the hall, turning to look at the

sleeping men before she went to go wake Mandy. Mandy was naturally

suspicious and jealous…she would have to play up the shy, frightened image

to keep her job, to keep him.

Smiling, she pulled the door shut and headed for the other room If only

Mandy knew that Curt wasn’t a threat at all…Curt was a passing

fixation…the real threat was her.

***

Inside the bedroom, a blue eye opened at the click of the door. Brian

stared at the wood, knowing he would have to move fast if he was to have

any real time with Curt. Things were destined to fall apart…the trick was

to get all you could before giving in.

He made a mental note to keep hold of Shannon – she would be of real use

to him – and slowly sat up and began to wake Curt, ready to start the

downward spiral.

end.