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This is for all the weak people in the audience	By : luna65 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Pink Floyd Views: 953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Pink Floyd. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-This is for all the weak people in the audience
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Just five minutes, Worm your honour. . . him and me, alone.

Other than setting fire to the roof of the Sports Arena, Roger mused, everything had gone just fine.

Champagne and other party favors were being passed around back in the bowels of the venue, where the trailers were set up in a square, facing away from one another, and everyone could breathe a shaky sigh of relief that the bloody show actually worked the way it was supposed to; Roger could tell by the reaction of the audience: they were stunned, they were stoked (is that the word they used in L.A.?), they were awed and amazed. Likely many of them had never seen any kind of theatre in their lives, the louts.

But Roger was too tense to join in on the celebration, couldn’t look any of them in the eye, even in the moment of his triumph. He could only stand on the side of the stage watching the crew put everything back where it was so they could start again the next evening. Guards would be posted round-the-clock to ensure nothing was disturbed At the other end of the floor James and Greg and Rick, with assistance from Robbie, were locking down all the machines, collecting the soundboard DAT recordings for the post-mortem they would conduct tomorrow afternoon; actually listen to the audio, make corrections and improvements, though Roger was thankful that James’ obsessive attention to detail meant they were probably as close to perfect as they could get, any road.

Members of the venue staff were being watched like hawks, escorted out as soon as they were done collecting trash, cleaning the lavatories, shutting down the concessions. Roger had endured the hoards for an evening and now it was time to be alone with his “family.” He climbed down off the stage, wiggled his way through the crash barrier, and walked up the long aisle to the mixing area, which was positively crammed with equipment. James was meticulously winding the cords to all the headphones and placing each set exactly where it needed to be.

“Was it alright then, boss?” he asked, with a smile. It was a sweet smile, Roger had to admit.

“It was. You’ve got the tapes, then?”

“Yes sir.”

“I expect you at noon. And listen, when you’re done here, I want you to leave. Do you understand me?”

James blinked several times in rapid succession, flushing slightly. “Yes.”

“Good.”

Roger walked over to Robbie, extended an open palm. Robbie placed a key upon it.

“Did you try it, make sure it works?”

Robbie gave the dour patient expression he was known for, they had been calling him Eeyore for years because he perfectly embodied that deadpan gloomy demeanor. “It works altogether too well, I’d say.”

Roger imagined the unspoken sentiment was something along the lines of I don’t know what you’re planning, but whatever it is I’m sure it’s likely devious and awful.

“Thank you.” Roger put the key in his pocket and returned to his kingdom. No one spoke to him as he proceeded to the backstage area, not so much by decree as an instinctual understanding that he was beyond the petty concerns of small talk and congratulations.

David was holding court in his trailer, Willie and Snowy laughing at some anecdote he related. Roger entered without knocking and they all looked slightly surprised to see him.

“Yes?” David said, leaning back in a chair, fixing him with a sardonic glance.

“I require a moment of your time,” Roger said, equally chillingly polite.

David got up out of his chair, weaving slightly, and came right up to Roger, their faces mere inches apart. “Can’t this wait till tomorrow?”

Roger crinkled his nose, the fumes coming off David’s exhalation were enough to get him drunk, he thought. “No, it cannot.”

“Then quickly, we’re going –“

“You’re not going anywhere, prat. And your boy has been sent home.”

David’s expression turned instantly angry. “Fucking hell, what did you say to him?” he hissed.

“Nothing specific. Just that he needed to leave when he was finished.”

David shoved Roger aside, went to the door.

“It’s too late, Dave. They’ve all gone.”

The guests looked puzzled, but kept on drinking. Roger turned back and made a polite gesture of dismissal.

“Off you go now, eh? Take a well-deserved rest. . .until tomorrow.”

They both snickered. “’Night then, Rog,” Snowy called as he went down the steps.

David was standing out in the loading bay, walkie-talkie borrowed from one of the crew in hand. Robbie’s voice, tinny and distant on the other end, told him that James had indeed left the building. He handed it back with thanks then strode back to the trailer, his scowl deepening the closer he got. He climbed the steps and surged through the door, pushing Roger onto the couch.

“You bloody tosser, what the hell are you on about?!”

Roger stood up and shoved David aside, it was somewhat easy given his drunken disposition. He pulled the door shut, placed the key in the lock, shot the bolt, then broke off the head.

“What the Christ –“ David exclaimed.

“Do I have your undivided attention, David?”

David staggered over to the couch and sat down heavily, putting his face in his hands. “You’ve truly gone mad, haven’t you?”

“I would say you’re the one who’s lost the plot. Because you’ve forgotten one very important detail.”

David didn’t ask, just stared at him with contempt and fear. Roger walked over and pulled him up by his still-damp shirt.

“You made the choice to side with me. And if you’re going to remain in this then you need to remember that you belong to me. If you do not cooperate with every request, no matter how inconvenient or ridiculous, then I’ll pull the plug on all of it.”

“You’ve already browbeat us, painted us into a fucking corner, what else do you want?!”

Roger shoved David back down on the couch and straddled him, David grunting under the weight.

“I want you to remember who’s in charge here. Here’s a hint, lad, it’s not you.”

“You pull the plug and we all go down, just remember that. We’ll be sued, disgraced, financially ruined –“

Roger put his forehead against David’s, holding his head in place. “I’ve nothing left to lose, David,” he whispered.

David let out a surprised gasp. “Of course you do! This is your fucking magnum opus, isn’t it? Your shining moment of artistic glory, your name big as anything above everyone else’s.”

Roger grabbed David’s neck and pinned him to the couch. “And you’re destroying it for me!”

David shoved back as hard as he could, sent Roger tumbling to the floor. “You did it! You deliberately alienated me, spent an entire year telling me how fucking worthless I am, refusing to touch me, refusing to let me collaborate in any way, fighting me on every decision, what else was I supposed to do?!”

Roger responded with his perfected withering glare. “You did the one thing you knew I wouldn’t be able to tolerate, with the one person I couldn’t send away, because we’ve finally got someone who knows what he’s doing and is utterly devoted to it.”

“I don’t care if we rot in here, I am not fucking you!” David yelled.

“Oh yes you will,” Roger said, rising to his feet. “If I have to bloody cosh you into unconsciousness you will do as I say. I’m crazy, David, just like the song says, and you can’t reason with a crazy person, now can you? In fact, I’ve some other crazy ideas. For example, I may take a shine to the kid myself.”

David slapped Roger across the face, hard enough to split his lip in the corner. Roger licked at the trickle of blood and smiled.

“Yeah, you’ve broken him in, haven’t you? He’ll be ever so much fun.”

It was David’s turn to grab Roger by the throat.

“I’ll kill you!” he roared.

Roger wrenched David’s fingers away, gasping. But his smile was decidedly perverse. “So possessive. I bet he likes that, doesn’t he?”

David grabbed Roger and slammed him up against the nearest wall, the entire trailer shaking as he did so: once, twice, three times.

“Have a care, Rog,” he whispered. His voice had gone low and menacing. “You know there’s only so far you can push me and then neither of us will have anything left to lose.”

“If you don’t do this I swear I’ll get him. Is that what you want?”

David slammed Roger against the wall again and pulled at his hair till Roger’s eyes began tearing from the pain. “I want you to leave me alone!”

“Never,” Roger gasped. “It’s just too easy to torment you.”

“Don’t you mean you’re the one being tormented because you still want me. I saw the way you looked at me earlier. And now you won’t rest till you’ve fucked me. But it’s too late, Rog, I’m not your boy anymore.”

“Oh but he will be, I bet he can be talked into anything.”

“He wouldn’t,” David sneered, tightening his grip.

“Oh wouldn’t he? I think you underestimate the lad’s ambition.”

“And I think you misconstrue his reasons. He thinks I hang the moon.”

“And the sun too, yes I know. Have known, all along. But I always get my way, David.”

David sighed, let out a growl between clenched teeth. “You wouldn’t tell, would you?”

“You’d do well to keep me pleased. . .because either way you’re thoroughly fucked, dear boy. Never should have found someone you care enough about to sacrifice your own dignity to protect.”

“Never should have taken up with you, you mean.”

“Never should have crossed me.”

“Never should have discarded me.”

“Never should have made me crazy, the two of you smirking at each other every moment-“

“Reminded you of something, did it?”

They suddenly began kissing, panting into each other’s mouths, their hands still pulling and pressing, but their actions of frustration now decidedly more languorous.

“C’mon then,” Roger whispered, “fuck me until you do kill me, it’s all the same to me, all I see is green and I’m crazy enough to do it.”

“Then tell it true, darling, admit what a pathetic jealous harpy you are.”

They bit at one another, on the neck and the ears and across the jawline, fingers being pried between lips and over teeth, sucking, nipping, then licking one another on the face as they sighed and groaned.

“You’re mine, you’ve always been, always will be. Mine to use and abuse.”

“You’re going to pay for this, every miserable night that I have to be with you.”

“Yes, do it. Because you can’t resist me.”

They carefully removed their clothes, wanting to spare Wardrobe the additional expense of replacing them. Roger got down on his knees and David licked his hand repeatedly, used it to lubricate his growing erection, make it fully realized. He rubbed Roger’s anus with a little spit but knew it was going to hurt him either way. The additional moisture beading on his glans might help, but he hoped it wouldn’t. He put all his weight behind the push and smiled as Roger shrieked.

“Think Security will come? No matter, they can’t get in, can they?”

“You’re mine,” Roger whispered, as if reciting a mantra, “you’re mine.”

“Whatever helps you fight the pain, Rog.” David pulled back, feeling Roger’s sphincter tighten against his prick and groaned with the exquisite friction of his resistance. He pushed again and it was so very hot, his humiliation and Roger’s jealousy. His pace quickened, the slap of his pelvis against Roger’s ass an erotic percussion. Roger’s fingers were clawing the carpet of the trailer, the lines of his body rigid with pain. David grabbed him by the hair, lifted him up till their bodies were parallel, and David was still pushing upwards.

“Does it hurt, you slut? Does it feel like you’re dying?”

“Yes,” Roger replied, almost all breath.

“It will hurt like this every night, I guarantee.”

“Can’t do this to your boy, can you? Fuck him just like this.”

“I hate you. I will hate you till the day I die.”

“How touching, but stop prattling on and fuck me.”

David slammed Roger’s head against the floor, relishing the thud and his sudden shout, then pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed until he spasmed, his ejaculation literally shooting out of him into that painful chasm which squeezed him back till he thought he’d pass out from the pressure. David groaned, his body shuddering, and slid out by inches, a trail of various fluids following behind. He fell back against the couch, taking long painful breaths.

“I can’t believe I’m going to have to climb out a fucking window. I hope you bleed to death.”

“As you used to say, it will solve one problem but create another,” Roger muttered, a heap on the floor.

“God I need a bump,” David whispered, standing up slowly and limping to the bathroom.

“Don’t be selfish,” Roger called out.

“Then get your wretched arse off my fucking floor and be quick about it.” The distinct sound of snorting followed. Roger looked up and David was yawning and furrowing his forehead. He grabbed onto the couch and pulled himself up, but had to walk doubled-over to reach the doorway. David extended the back of his hand and Roger snorted the powder off the surface of his skin, then licked the residue. He held back a sneeze with difficulty.

“Have you ever tried,” Roger murmured, his eyes closed, his head resting against the doorframe, “rubbing it on your cock?”

“Who told you ‘bout that?”

“Ezrin, of course.”

“Hmm,” David tapped out another thin line from the vial and snorted again, his mouth suddenly stretched and his nose crinkled. “Oh Christ!” he exclaimed, putting his palm against his forehead.

“C’mon,” Roger whined, and David provided him with another line. This time Roger did sneeze.

“You bloody amateur,” David gibed.

“I’ve very sensitive sinuses,” Roger retorted.

“Maybe I have,” David said, “but I’d never with you.”

“How did it feel, then?”

“Not as interesting as I thought. But that’s only one side of the story, of course.”

“You’re going to thoroughly corrupt that poor boy, you know. Then he’ll be no good to anyone.”

“You shut yer rutting gob about him or I swear –“

“Oh wouldn’t you just. All the better to fuck me, you whore.”

David’s anger bloomed with absolute clarity. He slapped Roger again, re-opening the cut on his mouth.

“Oh David, you always know just what I like.”
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