Ziggy inspected his reflection as best he could in the grubby lavatory mirror. He attempted to rub away the red lipstick smudges around his mouth, tutting irritably. The flame colored spikes of his fringe were sticking up in a disorderly manner around his gaunt face. Beside him, his copper haired Anthean was shuddering against the cubical wall, his ghostly body aglow with stinging love bites. His blond fringe was glued to his damp forehead, and his razor lips were ever so slightly swollen. He watched Ziggy comb his fingers through his unruly hair, the pick up his jacket from the floor. Finally, Tommy spoke.
"I must be very convenient for you." He whispered bitterly. The pale Martian turned to the Anthean, smirking slightly as he slid into his jacket.
"You're easy, Newton." He said simply. That stung Tommy worst than the love bites down his neck, and across his chest.
"I suppose Jareth isn't easy." He said, his voice cracking as he spoke. "I bet the great Ziggy Stardust couldn't seduce the Goblin King so EASY." The aching alien folded his arms over his bare stomach, dropping his head to face the lino tiles. Ziggy stared at the quaking Anthean for a moment, his mismatched eyes burning holes into the top of his head. Tommy looked so damn pitiful, leaning against that lavatory wall, the tears dripping onto his raw skin. The Martian felt a little twinge of concern. Ziggy walked up to Tommy, one hand raised. He gently started to brush the other man's marmalade hair with the tips of his fingers.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked. Tommy gave a little nod.
"A bit." He drew a hand across his face, wiping away the salty fluid. Ziggy slid his finger down Tommys neck, pressing down of the deep bite marks. Tommy stiffened under the red head's touch. Ziggy squeezed the nape of Tommy's neck and pulled him forward, pressing his smudged lips against the other's briefly. Tommy jolted at this surprising display of affection from a man he thought hated him. But far be it from him to resist.
"What was that for?" He questioned when Ziggy had pulled away. Ziggy flicked a lock of stray hair behind his ear.
"If anyone knows TV, its you Newton. People always kiss after they **** in the films." Tommy saw his point, he smiled weakly.
"Come out when you want." said Ziggy, as he strolled towards the door. Before he left he turned to Tommy, giving him a rare smile that said something like 'thanks for your time'.
The Anthean sighed, and paced towards the clothes that lay strewn across the lino floor.
"Anyway, we broke down half way there." Pierrot's voice sounded from the receiver of the hotel phone. David sighed dramatically.
"And how did you get home?" He asked.
"Oh, Julian had his mobile, so we rang ordered a truck to tow us home." Pierrot said matter-of-factly. David tapped his pencil on the desk.
"How much did that set you back?"
"Not much, it was a rough looking truck."
"Anything else I should know?" There was a short pause on the other end of the line as the mime thought.
"Um, yes." David heard him cough awkwardly. "Lodger threw up in the car....an well, no one has really bothered to clean it up yet." David groaned, massaging his temple with his thumb.
"Well, thanks Pierrot. Could you hand me over to Vendis Partners."
"You seem to be forgetting that I'm supposed to be defending Monte in court tomorrow. If I don't get some advice on advanced arguing, I will die on the case." Pierrot chuckled.
"Fair enough." He said. "VENDIS!"
Meanwhile, in one of the bedrooms, Serious was staring at Duke, who was currently strapped to a chair with his own belt . Specks of foam around Dukes mouth, and he was twitching continuously.
"Let me out!" He spat at Serious, spraying him with saliva. "Let me GO! I'm hungry! The water is draining, it won't be there much longer!" Duke kicked his legs furiously, aiming for the blond before him. He was like a demented animal. At that moment, Ziggy and Dory came past the doorway. The stared wide eyed at a raging Duke.
"What the hell is going on?!" Ziggy exclaimed, taking a few steps into the room.
"No! Don't come any nearer, Ziggy." Serious warned, waving a frantic hand at Ziggy. Duke noticed Ziggy, the object of his hate.
"You!" He yelled. "I hate you, I hate you, I've always hated you! Stay there till I kill you!" The Junkie started to edge towards the Martian in his chair. Ziggy screamed and ran to hide behind Dory.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with him?! Has he flipped his lid?!" Serious shook his head.
"No, he's high." Dory snorted.
"No kidding!" He said. "How did he get high?" Serious ran a hand through his heavily sprayed hair.
"Well, you see. He had all this cocaine in his suitcase, and I told him that he wouldn't be able to get through customs with it." He paused for a minute. The other two personae waited intently for him to carry on.
"Well?" said Dory. Serious coughed.
"Then he went of to the toilets for a while, and then just......inhaled it all." The persona's mouths dropped open. Ziggy pointed a shaky finger at the junkie.
"S-so, why isn't he dead?" he stammered. Serious just shrugged.
"I'll give you dead, you little faggot!" Duke hissed. Blood started to pour out of his nose like a crimson fountain. This time both of the personae shrieked and fled down the hall. Duke shouted after them, gnashing his teeth.
Tommy was curled up on his floral duvet, crippled up with a severe pain. His mind kept playing over what had happened on the plane. Sounds of Ziggy's moans and his own pleasured cries kept ringing in his ears. His love bites were hurting like hell. With a great effort, the Anthean managed to sit up off the bed. A searing burn shot up his spine, he groaned quietly. Major Tom looked up from his book and stared at his temporary roommate.
"Whats up?" He asked, staring at the orange haired man oddly.
"N-nothing." Tommy replied, easing onto his feet. "I'm just going to take a shower." He hurried as out of the room as quickly as he could manage, away from the Major's prying eyes.
The shower room was clean enough, although it smelled vaguely of damp. The walls were paved with flowery tiles that almost matched the bed sheets in the bedrooms. An off-white towel was hanging over a wooden rail by the shower cubical. Tommy bolted the door, although the bolt did not look too reliable, and started to undress. There were no longer any buttons on his shirt, so it slipped off his narrow shoulders easily. He dropped his trousers and underwear, then stopped to observe him self in the mirror. The bites still shone, red as ever. The alien stared at his slight frame. Lord, he looked like death. His chest was white and smooth, free from nipples or chest hair. He ran his fingertip over the soft area were his right nipple would be. Strangely, Ziggy had not even flinched when he saw it, maybe he had not noticed. At last, Tommy turned from the mirror, stepping into the shower and drawing the curtain across. He turned the stainless steel knob on the wall. Streams of cold water flew straight out of the shower head onto his sensitive patches. His sodden fringe flopped into his eyes as he rubbed at the deep teeth marks, trying to put an end their existence.............
Another chap! I know this one is very short, but I have good things in store for the next one<3 Apologies to those of you who don't like slash
Oh, this is very great!!! I love it all. Now, normally slash within David FREAKS me out, but this is done so WELL. It's not pointless, there ARE certain emotions attached, you know? Brilliant job, my dear.
Thank you!<333 I guess the slash between Ziggy and Tommy is a result of Ziggy's want to be dominant and Tommy's vulnerability, as well as the fact that Jareth would be harder for Ziggy to get round. Although I wanted to keep the characters....well, in character, I wanted to add my own slant to them I often write slash for no other reason but slash, but with this I wanted to add a bit more to it. Thanks for all you lovely comments *HUGGLES*
very well written. It's nice to see Ziggy's sweeter side after his lustful one! Still feeling for Tommy though....