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Without You I'm Nothing (Chapter 39 up now!)	By : urbanephoenix Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Placebo Views: 5829 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know any members of Placebo or their families, and I do not profit from these writings.

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A/N: Ok I think this is easily the longest chapter I've written. Sorry it took so long, I re-wrote it twice after reading comments I'd got from here and elsewhere (see, comments are useful). Will update quicker next time.
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STEFAN.

Stef looked at himself in the mirror. Thanks to his slender figure and crazy metabolism, his Batman outfit from a costume party three years earlier still fit. The lycra clung to his arms and chest, showing off his flat stomach. He wasn’t quite Bruce Wayne, but it would do for tonight. Pulling on some tight denim jeans and attaching the cape, Stef stood back to admire himself in the mirror. “You look like such a tool.” He muttered to himself. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be the only one.

***

All of Stefan’s fears were instantly erased as he arrived at Mars. Around him were hundreds of people, mostly young men, dressed in all sorts of outfits. Other superheroes, royalty, a few vampires, sportspeople. Everything. Looking around, Stef caught Brian’s eye. He and Michael were dressed as cowboys, cowboys wearing far more leather than he had ever noticed in his dad’s old western movies.

“Bruce.” Michael smiled as he walked over, holding out his hand.

Oh great, now he’s a comedian too.

“Hi, guys.” Stef muttered. He wasn’t keen on the prospect of being a third wheel all night. That, and he didn’t want to watch the cowboy of his dreams slobber over some pretty boy. “I might go and… get a drink.” He hurried off, needing to get away from them.

BRIAN.

“What’s up with him?” Michael asked as the pair watched Stef weave his way through a maze of people to the bar.

Brian smiled. “I think he’s just a bit nervous. He’s… going through a lot at the moment.”

“Maybe we could do something to help?”

“Did you bring it?” Brian looked down as Michael pulled something out of his pocket.

“I don’t know. I can’t see Stef being into that.”

“It’s worth a try.” Michael shrugged. “I mean, he’s guaranteed a good time if he did it.”

“Give it a bit of time.”

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The night flew by. Brian spent most of his evening drinking, dancing and recruiting customers for Michael. Business was booming.

Michael stored his stash in a compartment he’d sewn into his cowboy hat, genius Brian thought.

He didn’t see much of Stef, but he hoped he was off somewhere chatting up Superman.

“Hey, babe…” He felt that familiar chill down his spine on hearing Michael’s smooth voice. “my work is done for the evening. And what do you know, there’s enough left for us to have a little fun.”

“And Stef?” Brian asked.

“If you think he’s game enough. Besides, it’ll help him relax.”

Trying to find Batman in a sea of people dressed in all sorts of get-ups, not to mention the dark, proved to be far more difficult than Brian had anticipated. He eventually found Stef, leaning up against a wall having his face sucked off by someone who thought they were in Kiss.

After a couple of minutes Stef walked over to Brian, not being able to hide the grin on his face. “I got a phone number.” He boasted, well and truly intoxicated.

“Good for you, sunshine.” Brian smiled. “We have something for you. Come along…”
grabbing Stef’s hand, he lead him back to where Michael was waiting for them, sitting in a booth up the end of the club.

“Someone’s been getting lucky!” Michael smiled, noticing Stef’s somewhat disheveled appearance.

“So, what is it?” Stefan asked excitedly.

Brian couldn’t help but smile at his childlike innocence. “Stef… how would you like to try something… a bit different?”

“Like what?”

Michael pulled out a little zip lock bag of white powder.

“Is… is that-?”

“Heroin.” The taller cowboy finished. “Good stuff too.

STEFAN.

Stef was well aware he’d already had too much to drink. Drugs were probably the last thing he should be doing. “No uh… I don’t like needles.” The thought. Yeah, that should do it.

Brian laughed. “Who said anything about needles? Snort it, Stef!”

“Oh right…” You idiot. “Um, sorry guys I dunno.”

“But Stef!” Michael exclaimed. “Everything is better on smack! You’re more confident, you feel like you’re the biggest guy on the planet! Plus the sex is amazing.”

Stef laughed. “I don’t think I’ll be getting any tonight anyway. Why don’t you guys just go ahead…”

“Oh we will, but we just didn’t want you to feel left out.”

Left out?

BRIAN.

It was two o’clock in the morning and Stef and Brian were sitting in Michael’s apartment, while their host blasted music throughout the one-room-home. They’d finished off the drugs in the bathroom of Mars Bar and were now all stuck in a euphoric haze. Minds swimming, everything was more exciting.

Brian was well aware of the effect drugs had on him, he could for the most part, control himself. But he was slightly worried about Stef. He was sitting in Michael’s desk chair, spinning around, looking at the ceiling.

“Stef? You ok over there?”

Stefan just laughed, spreading his arms out as if he were flying. Brian smiled, he was fine. As long as they stayed here until the drugs wore off, it’d be fine.

“So, what should we do?” Michael asked, appearing back in the room. He’d half taken off his costume, revealing his illustrated chest.

Grinning, Brian wrapped his arms around his lover. “Well I just can’t get that drug-induced sex you mentioned earlier out of my head. But what to do with Batman?” the couple watched Stef a little longer. He was having the time of his life.

“He could always… join us?”

Brian’s jaw dropped. “What?’

“Why not?” Michael shrugged. “You guys obviously fancy each other, I think he’s not too bad myself. We’re all more or less off our faces, who cares?”

“You seem pretty together…” Brian observed.

“Well, unfortunately I’ve developed a bit of a tolerance. The same hit you guys took, doesn’t affect me like it used to. See, even you’re more together than he is.”

He was right. Brian’s body felt like it was on fire and his mind was doing somersaults, but he was well aware of what was going on.

“I don’t know,” he muttered. “Stef and I just got past all that. Seems like we’d be going backwards.”

Michael laughed. “It’s just meaningless sex, Bri. At least ask if he wants to.”

Brian knew Michael was right. It would be far more exciting to include Stef. But was it really worth the risk? “Stef?” he called out. “Oi! Hold it.” He laughed, stopping the spinning chair. “Stef, how would you like to… have a bit of fun tonight?”

“What could be more fun than this?”

“Well, a few things actually.” Taking Stef’s hand, Brian lead him into the bedroom where Michael was waiting for them. “Stef,” he said, turning to face him. “you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

Something must have clicked in Stefan’s brain for a second, as he realized what was going on. “You mean… wow. You mean it?”

“Of course,” Michael said, walking towards them. He ran his hand down Brian’s shoulders, making his skin tingle more than it already was. He felt the long-haired boy start to unbutton his shirt from behind.

Stef looked as though all his Christmases had come at once. So much so Brian was sure the drugs had to be playing a part in it. But it didn’t matter, he was sober enough to know what was going on.

STEFAN.

‘Is this real, or am I just tripping out?’ was all that was going through Stef’s mind. Everything was spinning around him, his mind buzzing. Looking around the room, he could see things, but they somehow looked different. The purple bed, the strange paintings on the wall, his own reflection in the mirror. By this time, both Brian and Michael had stripped down to their underwear, and were locked together at the mouth. He wanted in. But something at the back of Stef’s mind was holding him back. Telling him it was a bad idea.

Michael held out his hand. “Come on, Batman. You won’t be needing that costume in here.”

Stef looked over at Brian, his make-up was smudged and his hair a mess, but he was smiling. Surely that meant he was ok with it. It may have even been his idea! After a few awkward moments of tugging at the fabric clinging to his slim figure, Stef joined them, now in the same state of undress. Michael let go of Brian and sat in a large armchair by the window.

“You guys, go.”

“Go… where?” Brian asked, confused.

Michael laughed. “No, I mean go for it. I feel like… watching… for a while. “ he smile wickedly.

Stef stood there stunned. What was he supposed to do? Hell, could he even do anything in his state? The drugs and alcohol swimming through his body were not only affecting his mind, but the rest of his body felt so hot and uncontrollable. Thankfully his worries were quickly forgotten as he felt that slightly familiar feeling of Brian’s lips upon his own, pushing him towards the bed.

Stef couldn’t help but smile as he fell back onto the bed, the smaller boy almost weightless on top of him. He felt those soft hands explore his body with urgency, making his already hot skin tingle and his entire body ache for more.

“Are you sure?” Brian whispered, his lips brushing softly against Stef’s ear.

How could he say no now? He could feel Michael watching them, but it didn’t matter. Stefan actually found it kind of… sexy. He had, in his arms, this gorgeous, almost naked boy of his dreams, while another beautiful one looked on. This couldn’t possibly be real.

Stef wrapped his long arms around Brian’s waist, pulling him closer.

BRIAN.

This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong… Brian couldn’t shut up the voice in the back of his head. He and Stef had finally moved on, or so he thought. Hell, he had a boyfriend now! And Stef had met someone he seemed keen on that very night. Yet here they were. Again.

He kept telling himself he wasn’t just going along with this for Michael. Yet he couldn’t help but wonder why he wanted to involve Stef so badly. It couldn’t just be for him, could it?

Stefan seemed to be enjoying himself, though Brian doubted that was so much his naturalistic want as it was the combination of drugs, alcohol and desperation. It was wrong and Brian knew it. But there was no going back now, was there?

STEFAN, MICHAEL AND BRIAN.

The pair struggled for control, uncoordinated limbs tangled in other limbs, squirming in the bed sheets. Michael was still sitting by the window, slumped in his chair. The wicked grin had not left his face. With one hand down his pants, he was obviously enjoying himself; biding his time

“I… can’t…” Stef said breathlessly, struggling to remove Brian’s lacey underwear. The smaller boy smiled and removed them himself, before getting started on baring his lover’s lower half.

The drugs were having a far more pronounced affect on Stef than they were Brian. He was alert to an almost alarming degree, his skin burning, his muscles weakening. Brian was feeling drowsy, but he knew it would pass. If his past experiences with these two boys was any indication, he wouldn’t be the one doing the work anyway.
Still on the bottom, Stef started rubbing Brian’s ever increasing erection. He loved feeling the smaller boy in his hands, no matter what the body part. The smaller boy moaned, pressing himself harder against Stef’s body.

“Ste… can… you.. .go… down… there-“ Brian panted softly. He didn’t want this to be slow and tedious.

The blonde loved having this affect. It erased any self-doubt he had, and made his confidence go through the roof. Carefully, he lifted Brian and moved him further up the bed, aligning his hips with his own head. Taking the black haired boy’s ever hardening cock in his mouth, Stef licked up the pre-cum escaping from the tip. Brian bucked his hips at the touch, inadvertently fucking Stef’s mouth ever so slightly. God it felt good. The blonde tried not to go overboard, teasing him by pulling back so slowly, running his tongue along the shaft as he went.

“I can’t take it…” Brian complained. “I need-“

Stefan knew exactly what he needed, and he was only too happy to comply.

“Not so fast,” Michael interrupted. For a brief minute, the pair had forgotten he was still there. “This is my area of expertise.”

As he was pushed aside, Stef couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. All this effort, and now he was the one who had to sit back and watch.

Michael placed Brian on his back, and positioned himself between his thin white legs. “Aren’t you going to help?” he asked, turning to Stef.

Brian cringed as he felt Michael’s hard cock enter him. It wasn’t as bad as usual, the drugs were wearing off but still managed to numb some of the pain. He pushed his legs down, giving his partner more room to do what he did best.

Grabbing hold of Brian’s still wet erection, Stef started to rub it gently, trying to stay in time with Michael. This wasn’t what he had expected, but it was exciting. Something he never thought he’d be doing. Especially under the influence of drugs. Feeling more daring in his altered state, Stef latched his mouth onto Brian’s neck, making the smaller boy let out a slight groan of pleasure. He ran his tongue down his shoulders, his chest and started gently running his teeth and lips over Brian’s sensitive nipples.

His entire body being violated, Brian didn’t know how long he could take it. Never before had he been ravished by two such different, yet wonderful, boys. Men.

Pumping in harder, Michael tried angling his thrusts into that spot he knew Brian loved so much. He needed him to finish before he did. Soon.

Brian knew he couldn’t hold on any longer. He came as short waves of pleasure, stronger than usual, consumed his body. Michael, still rock hard and looking very pleased with himself, pulled out and turned to Stef.

“Your turn, Blondie.”

Stef was shocked. “What?” he’d never considered himself as the… well on the receiving end before. Sure he was curious, but not under these circumstances.

“Your turn.” Michael repeated. “I’m not satisfied yet, and clearly neither are you. Come on, all fours.”

He wasn’t sure why he complied with such little fuss, perhaps the curiosity really had gotten the better of him, but Stef did what he was told, tentatively turning his body over to face the wall. With little warning he felt a cold, wet finger inside of him. The shock made him jump, but the discomfort of the surprise quickly turned to pleasure. Two fingers, three, four. Stefan could feel himself stretching but didn’t care. He could handle it.

Michael rubbed lube on his cock gently, knowing full well too much stimulation would push him over the edge. Despite his desperation to get off, he didn’t want Stef to be in pain. “Ready?” he asked, leaning over to whisper in the blonde’s ear. Pulling his head close, Michael pulled him in and kissed him hard, his tongue pushing through the barrier created by Stef's teeth. He tasted good.

Without waiting for a reply, Michael pushed himself inside of Stef in one quick thrust, making the younger boy cry out. The burning feeling consumed his body. Not the same hot sensation the heroin had caused, no, this actually hurt.

Wasting no time, Michael started at a quick, steady pace, making sure every other thrust hit, or at least got close to, Stef’s prostate.

Whatever Michael was doing, Stefan knew he liked it. He’d never imagined it would feel this good. He was powerless, being completely dominated, and he liked it. The blonde arched his back, pushing himself ever so slightly more onto Michael’s cock.
The long haired boy smiled, this is exactly what he wanted. Quickening his pace it only took him a few more seconds before both he and Stef came at the same time before collapsing on the bed next to Brian who was still stuck in his post-orgasmic haze.

“That… wow…” was all Stef could murmur, before falling asleep where he lay.

STEFAN.

Stef woke the next day thanks to sunlight glaring through the window and onto his closed eyes. Squinting, he sat up, feeling a sharp pain in his rear end. Why did it hurt? What had happened last night? His head was pounding and he felt like being sick. After sorting through various strewn items of clothing, Stef eventually found some that belonged to him, pulled them on and ran into the ensuite. He only just made it to the toilet before throwing up what felt like the entire contents of his stomach.

Once he was sure he was done being sick, Stef staggered back into the bedroom. He didn’t recognize it. Shit, had he gone home with someone he’d met at Mars? This wasn’t good. AND he had school. Remembering he’d told his father he was staying at Brian’s house the previous night, Stef calmed a little before leaving the bedroom and entering an open living area, joined to a large kitchen. There, behind the kitchen bench sipping coffee was… what was his name? Brian’s boyfriend. Stef shuddered. He didn’t like thinking about that.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Michael smiled, pouring some coffee for Stefan. “Or should I say, good afternoon.”

Stef’s eyes widened. “Afternoon!? What time is it?”

“A bit after four. You boys slept like logs last night.”

“FOUR!? Shit, we missed school?”

Michael shrugged. “Worse things could happen. Brian is having a shower, you should do the same when he gets out.”

Sitting down, Stefan winced as the pain in his behind returned. “Did that all really happen last night, or did I just have a really messed up dream?”

“Oh it happened alright.” Michael smiled, joining him. “You know, I wouldn’t mind if it happened again some time…”

Stef laughed. “That’s the last thing on my mind at the moment. Besides, you’d have to ask Brian.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean “why?”? Seems obvious to me.”

“Oooh,” Michael said, leaning over the table. “no, Brian doesn’t need to know.”

Stef frowned. “I don’t follow?”

“I thought, maybe you and I could have some… quality time…”

“What? No, no. You are Brian’s boyfriend… wait, what are you even on about? Are you nuts?” Stef stood up shocked by Michael’s proposal.

Michael stood in front of him, hands on Stef’s shoulders. “Brian and I have a very… open relationship.” He explained. “What we don’t know about each other can’t hurt us.”

“No. No, I won’t do that to Brian.”

“Well, you know he’s allowed to do whatever HE wants too. For all I know you guys are getting it on regularly behind my back.”

“No we’re no-“

“No,” Michael interrupted. “I don’t want to know. That’s the beauty of it. Don’t ask, don’t tell.”

“This really doesn’t sound like something Brian would agree too.” Stef thought out loud. “Besides, I met someone last night I’m thinking about calling…”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “And yet you had no problem spending the rest of the night with us here?”

“That doesn’t count and you know it. I must have been really drunk…”

“Drugs, actually…” Michael corrected him. “But are you saying you didn’t like it?”

“Of course I liked it!” Stef objected. “It was ama- wait, what? Did you say drugs?”

“Just a bit of heroin. You were off your rocket most of the evening.” Michael grinned.

Stef slumped back into the chair. Wow, what was he doing with himself?

Kneeling in front of the blonde, Michael rubbed a hand on his face gently. “Live a little, kid. You know you want to.”

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