Mind Fuck--by Beck

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Mandatory Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is owned by Bandai, Sotsu, Sunrise, and others; this author does not claim to own any part of it or of Trent Reznor or Brian Warner (Marilyn Manson) or their work. The author is making no money from this story so please don't sue.

A lonely figure sat in front of an exquisite baby grand piano, fingering the keys lightly, making odd chords that echoed in the large room. A knock came at the oak door and the lonely figure raised his head up and admitted the person in.

"Um…Trent. I know you don't want to hear this but management wants to know how soon till you start making music again?"

Trent looked up and pounded his fists onto the ivory keys, producing an angry chord. "God damn it!!! How many times have I told them that I'm in control of myself, my music and I'll do damn well as I please??!! You know the drill," as he flicked his hand in the air, "I don't feel like repeating myself numerous times. Do I have to record it for them in order to get them to understand when and how I do things around here? That's why I thought I created my own label just so they would get off my back."

Shawn saw the pain and frustration that Trent was going through right now. Between the death of his grandmother to the broken friendship he had with Brian. "I know that Trent and I'm sure they know that as well. But you know how they get?"

"That's alright. Take as much time as you need man, its your life, not theirs. Fuck them, its not like they're losing any money off of this." Shawn said, as he was about to leave.

"Thanks Shawn. Maybe by taking a few months or hell, even a year off of making music might just help me relax some."

"No problem. I'll try to make sure that no one disturbs ya for awhile. See ya later."

"Yeah, bye Shawn." Trent sat back down on the piano bench and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Am I going fucking crazy or what? Why the fuck can't I think straight? Why did this have to happen to me now?" Trent spoke out to himself and stared at the keys. "Maybe I should get back to hitting the hard drugs again. No, that would just make it worse and I would probably end up killing myself."

He then got up off the bench and walked over to the cabinet that held many a things between music stuff to the alcohol and sometimes, his private drug stash. Rummaging around till he came across the plastic bag and a pack of rolling papers, he walked over to the leather sofa and started making a joint. Finally admiring his masterpiece, he sat back, lit it up, and put some Janis Joplin on the stereo.

After a few hits, he walked over to look outside the old French style window and gazed at the cloudy sky. "Ah looks like rain again, no biggie though, it reflects on how I'm feeling right about now." He pretty much learned to deal with the passing of his grandmother, who practically raised him as a child but there was just one thing that still stained his memory, the sudden deterioration of his friendship with his longtime friend Brian.

"That fucking prick, how dare he make such a crude comment. Just because he didn't really have a close relationship with his family members doesn't mean that anybody else isn't allowed to love or grieve. Ah, I better quit thinking about it or it will totally ruin the purpose of my buzz." Trent took another deep drag from his joint and savored the sweet taste that he inhaled.

Being wrapped deep into his thoughts and gazing out the window, he didn't notice that someone came into the room. The voice of the intruder is what brought Trent back from spacing out.

"I thought you'd be in here. I bumped into Shawn, who was on his way out the front door. He told me you were here, so I let myself in."

With lightning fast reflexes, Trent felt his fist connect to something hard and fleshy. Pulling his hand back, he stared into the multi colored eyes that pierced his inner soul.

The intruder brought his hand up to the contact point that Trent made and felt something wet on his fingertips. Seeing the speckle of red tainted on his fingers made the intruder smile that awful, evil, lusty smile that always made Trent shiver.

"Why are you hear Brian?" Trent took another deep drag off the joint before handing it over to the stranger.

"What, I'm not allowed to visit New Orleans anymore?" As he passed the joint back.

"I didn't say that but I thought we had nothing else to say to each other anymore? You made it quite clear as to how true your friendship really was to me."

Trent walked back to the leather couch and stretched his legs out onto the coffee table, not looking back to see if Brian was following him or not.

"Look man," Brian slowly made his way to stand near the couch so he could look at Trent, "A lot of shit was going on and I was too fucked up at the time to even think before I opened my mouth."

"Ch. You really seem to have surprised me Brian. I always thought of you to be a wise person when you opened your mouth to express your views on things but the last thing I EVER could have imagined you doing was something as low as putting our friendship on the line." Trent took another hit and slowly exhaled. He tried to avoid eye contact as long as he could with Brian since he didn't know what he would do next to the stranger.

"I'm not finished yet. Let me see as to where I should begin. Oh yes I do believe it was this quote //Trent needs to quit being such a baby and get on with life. How long can someone grieve over a dead person?// end quote." Trent said no more after he handed the joint over. Trent sighed mentally and detached himself from the scene as much as possible.

Brian studied Trent hard and knew that Trent was spacing off. A sign that he knew all to well with him when things got rough. Brian walked over and sat in the chair across from Trent so he could have a better view of him. Brian ran his hands through his hair and let out a long sigh.

"I know that what I said was wrong and I'm sorry. I was so fucking high on coke and god knows what other kind of drugs. I couldn't even think straight." Seeing that Trent wasn't going to be opening up anytime soon, Brian thought he might as well keep talking.

"Ya know Trent, you're the most non-confrontational person I know. Instead of dealing with your problems out in the open, you just keep tormenting yourself if you don't start opening up your mind."

Trent couldn't help but look up this time at Brian as he spoke the truth about himself. **He knows me all to well** Trent thought as he tried to clear his mind of hating his friend.

"It's not much of the case anymore about my grandmother but the fact that we once had a true solid friendship with one another and see it crumble is what bothers me the most." Trent brought his hands to his face and rubbed it slowly as to wipe away the weariness.

Brian got up from the chair and sat next to Trent on the leather sofa. He sat sideways so he could get a better glimpse at his companion.

"Ya know something Trent. I never told you this but I felt so close to you in our friendship that you were like a brother to me. A brother I never had. In fact maybe more than just a brother but I can't put it into words right now. Remember when I called you up that one time when Missi had that deathly fever and you took us to the hospital? You stayed by my side the entire time till I was able to take her home. I didn't ask for you to stay with me but you did. That's when I knew that something clicked with us despite the concurring differences we had going on at the time when we were trying to finish Antichrist." Trent snickered as he remembered that night. "Yeah, well, there was no sense in making her suffer too just because we were."

"There was one other thing that you said to me while trying to finish up the album and to this day I hold it dearly to my heart. You said that it was impossible to make a great album without losing any friends. Then it dawned on me that I was slowly losing the three people that meant the world to me. You, Missi, and Twiggy."

"I'm trying to cut back on doing it, slowly but surely. I realized how it fucked up my life. What about you?"

"Just what you see here," Trent held up the joint, "and probably an occasional hit of acid, that's about it."

"Speaking of which." Trent spied a mischievous glint in Brian's eye as Brian held out his hand. "Wanna do a shotgun hit?"

"Sure why not." Trent passed the joint over and saw Brian turn the joint around so the lit part was in his mouth.

Trent nodded and brought his mouth closer to the other end of the joint while Brian blew through the other end. Trent caught as much smoke as he could. Before he could even exhale, Brian removed the joint and placed his open mouth over Trent's. It took all he had not to choke on the smoke he inhaled when he felt Brian's tongue slowly move over his teeth, then lightly brush against his own. Trent blew the smoke back into Brian's mouth but when he went to pull away, Brian brushed his lips over his one last time.

Pulling apart from the incident, Trent rubbed the bridge of his nose while Brian chuckled.

"I almost forgot how quick you get a buzz off of that kind of hit. I'm totally stoned." Trent became lax as he sunk deeper into the couch.

Brian eyed Trent up while Trent leaned his head back against the couch, exposing the slightly pale flesh of his neck and closed his eyes.

"You're still pretty cute for an old man." Brian laughed while he ruffled Trent's hair.

"Old man? You got room to talk, you're not a spring chicken anymore either. You're catching up to me."

Trent kept his eyes closed when he felt the cushions shift but something didn't seem quite right when he felt a breath of warm air against his neck. He could feel Brian's hand still in his hair but his other hand lightly touched the side of his cheek.

"I may be catching up Trent," Brian leaned over, flicked his tongue over the patch of soft skin at his neck and sucked lightly where Trent's pulse was beating rapidly, "but you're much cuter than me."

**This can't be happening, this can't be happening** Trent chanted to himself but stopped in mid thought when he felt Brian cup the back of his neck while the other hand made its way into his silk, half unbuttoned shirt and toyed with the already hardened nipple that his fingers found.

"B…--B--Bri" was all he could get out of his mouth before Brian sealed it off with his own, sucking the breath out of his lungs along with his tongue. Pulling back and smirking at the dazed expression on Trent's face, Brian traced Trent's swollen lips with the tip of his tongue.

"My, Trent, such luscious, full lips you have. I could feed off of them for days." Brian then placed another bruising kiss to them as his hand traveled farther down to the growing hardness in Trent's ever-tight leather pants. Tracing the definite outline of the hardened, leather covered flesh and lightly squeezing it, made Trent whimper into his mouth.

"Exquisite." Brian whispered out as he skimmed his lips down towards Trent's chin then sucked on his Adam's apple as it bobbed each time Trent swallowed. Nimble fingers worked the rest of the buttons of his shirt while the other hand still rubbed his crotch.

Brian pulled open the silk shirt and sat back to admire the semi pale flesh of Trent's chest, as it heaved heavily, along with the puckered nipples that the cool air hit. Trent's half lidded eyes took in the view in front of him. Brian was looking him over like some sort of artist's masterpiece, running his fingertips over the definitions of his solid pecs to the outline of his ribs down to the smooth skin of his stomach and back up to lightly brush the padded tips of his fingers over the tight peaks of his nipples. Trent hissed as Brian leaned down and swiped his moist tongue over a pert nipple and nipped at it while his free hand pinched the other.

Trent managed to speak a few words before being consumed again by Brian's skilled hands and mouth.

"I don't know, all I can say is that I'm stoned, you're stoned, and I'm horny as fuck! And apparently, you're just as horny." Brian gave one more pinch to his nipple and then descended his wet trail of kisses and love bites till he came to the waistband of Trent's pants. Brian toyed with Trent's navel then lavished his tongue to the "lover's trail" (1) and back to his navel again.

Brian looked up to see Trent's eyes tightly shut as he slid off the couch and positioned himself between Trent's legs, kneeling before the God in front of him.

"Trent?" Brian tapped his thigh to get his attention. Trent opened his eyes to see Brian on his knees.

Trent looked deep into those bloodshot, multi colored eyes and understood what was happening between the both of them. All the things they shared were now almost complete in the patching up of their relationship. Trent could only nod since he felt boneless from everything that was going on and didn't trust his voice.

Brian already worked the button to the leather pants loose and took his teeth to slide the zipper down, painfully slow. The hardened flesh was pressed tightly against Trent's lower stomach but creeped out of the confinements of the leather as the zipper was allowing it to finally breath. Brian gave a quick kiss to the glistening head that made its way out of the tight leather. He tapped Trent on the side of his hip so he could slide the pants to his knees. Trent lifted his hips while Brian slid the leather off, taking his time to feel the smooth skin of Trent's ass.

Brian nuzzled his face into Trent's crotch, inhaling the deep musky scent that was all Trent and nothing else. Brian teasingly ran his tongue up the length of his cock while his hands rested on either side of Trent's thighs, not quite wanting to touch him just yet. Watching Trent's cock twitch once the cool air hit the wet trail, Brian smiled smugly as he lavished the pre-cum from the weeping head. Trent slid his hands into Brian's hair and pulled his head up so he was looking at him.

"Damn it Brian, quit teasing and just suck me off!" Trent growled out in frustration.

"As you wish." Brian obeyed the command and engulfed the entire length in one sweep.

Trent nearly lost it all when he felt the heat of Brian's mouth all over him. He glanced down to the site in his lap. Brian's head bobbing while one of his hands toyed with the tight sack of his balls. Trent threw his head back and moaned when Brian released his cock from his mouth but soon replaced it with a slick hand pumping him while Brian rolled one of the tight globes in his mouth. Once he released it, he nipped at the sack before he removed his pumping hand and replaced it with his mouth again.

Trent took all he had not to throttle the piss out of Brian for putting him in the situation that they had experienced recently. Fucking with his mind was something that nobody wanted to even come close to doing but somehow Brian escaped his wrath. Instead of doing bodily harm to the being between his legs, he just grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled roughly to the bobbing head. Trent could swear he felt Brian smiling at the sudden movement but he continued to pull at the hair till his knuckles turned white.

Brian moved his mouth till the tip almost slipped out but stopped as he tightened the suction of the head. He sucked greedily till Trent thrashed his hips farther into that moist heat. It took all he had to relax his throat and then took Trent even deeper, letting Trent fuck his mouth. A few more rough thrusts and Brian knew that Trent was about to cum and cum hard he did, as Brian could taste the salty warm fluid that slid down his throat. He sucked a little bit more to make sure he got every last drop.

Trent shuddered as he felt his now limp cock released from Brian's mouth and saw him lick his lips to capture the little bit that leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Brian leaned forward and reached for the back of Trent's head, kissing him deeply as he could taste a bit of his essence on Brian's tongue.

Trent pulled back and breathed heavily. "Robin was right about you sucking dick like a pro. I didn't believe it at first but you proved it to me how true he was." (2)

"Well, its not so bad once you get past the taste. It's not like I suck dick all the time."

Brian grabbed a few pillows off the couch and retrieved the folded blanket off the chair as he placed them around him on the carpeted floor.

Trent stood up and looked down at the floor. "What's wrong with this picture?" He bent over to pull his legs out of his pants and looked at Brian again.

Brian shrugged his shoulders. "Beats me. Maybe if you join me down here, we can figure it out."

Trent lay down on his back and pulled the cover up to his waist. Flinging his arms up behind his head, he could feel Brian's gaze burning through him.

Brian was holding his head up with his hand, lying on his side, admiring every feature of Trent's face.

"Well, that was the best shit I can get a hold of so the buzz usually lasts a good while."

Brian draped one leg over Trent's thigh and pressed his erection into his side. He then drew lazy patterns over Trent's chest and nipples, making them sensitive to his touch. Trent stopped the moving hand as he laced it with his fingers and chuckled at their present situation.

"Nothing Brian." Trent turned over and pinned himself on top of Brian as he still held his hand. "Nothing….at…..all." Each word was punctuated with a kiss to Brian's lips, chin, and neck. He then released their hands as he plucked each button off of Brian's shirt and quickly disposed of the annoying cloth.

Trent ran his fingers over Brian's chest. "Why do you scar yourself so much, Brian? You have a beautiful body." Trent placed small kisses to each scar he came across on his chest.

No time was wasted between the two as they started to make out heavily. Tongues on tongues, hands desperately exploring, teeth biting flesh, flesh against cloth.

//Huh? Flesh against cloth?// Trent thought to himself as he moved his hand down to Brian's hip and realized that he still had his pants on. //No problem with that, easily taken care of// as he undid Brian's pants and pushed them down past his knees. Brian lifted his legs up and kicked the material off in a flash. Once that was out of the way, they resumed their task.

Brian bucked his hips into Trent's, their hard cocks rubbing against one another. Each thrust elicited a groan from Trent's lips while Brian captured the moan with his own seeking mouth. Brian reached blindly for his jacket that was near him on the floor and found what he was looking for. He placed it in Trent's hand and closed his fingers around it. Trent looked into his hand to see what he placed there and gave Brian an unexpected look.

Brian placed his finger to Trent's lips. "I know you don't do this type of thing Trent but please, I want this…,I want you…and only you. I don't do this shit either but I want to experience it with you. I want you to take me. Take all your frustrations out on me. I deserve this punishment for all the hell I put you through. I never want to hurt you like that again."

Trent couldn't believe what he was hearing. He did want to hurt him for everything he did but he didn't think he could actually hurt Brian. Brian's voice broke his thoughts and from there he made his decision.

Trent leaned on his elbow as he spread some gel on his fingertips to prepare Brian. Trent reached down and pushed his finger into the tight puckered hole, slowly stretching him out.

Trent could only shake his head. "I know you want me to hurt you but I don't want to damage you." He slipped another finger to join with the other.

Brian grabbed the tube and slathered more gel onto Trent's cock, soliciting a groan from him again once he felt that hand and cold gel being rubbed all over. Trent took all he had to guide himself into Brian without shaking. Brian lifted his legs up past Trent's waist so he had better access. Trent slowly pushed his way in but was caught off guard when Brian impaled himself onto his cock.

Trent was totally speechless as he tried to control himself from cumming right there on that sudden move. Once he got himself under control, he wasted no time for Brian to adjust to his size, as he pulled back till he was nearly out, and thrusted hard into that tight heat. Pleasurable moans echoed in the room as Trent curled his hands up under Brian's shoulders to get leverage as he plundered deeper and harder into him. Brian thrusted his hips in time with Trent as he tried to relieve the pressure of his aching cock when it rubbed against their stomachs.

Trent realized what Brian was trying to do so he decided to take on the job himself. He took hold of Brian's cock and pumped it hard with each bruising thrust he made to the writhing form beneath him.

Brian ran his hands down to cup Trent's ass to push him harder into his body. Trent leaned down to suck and bite into the sweaty flesh of Brian's neck, biting it hard enough to draw blood.

Trent gave Brian's cock three more hard pulls and with that move, Brian threw his head back and screamed as he came over Trent's hand and his stomach. Feeling his release had Trent over the edge as he felt Brian's muscles clamp down on him. The oncoming rush of Trent's orgasm made him arch his back and thrust once more, screaming out Brian's name as Brian bit Trent's nipple.

Trent collapsed onto Brian's sweaty body and nuzzled his face into his neck, mumbling endless words. Both being caught up in the moment they shared, they embraced each other, hugging one another tightly.

Brian moved his head so his lips whispered along Trent's temple. "I'm so sorry Trent. I truly never meant to hurt you."

Trent lifted his head up and brushed some of Brian's hair from his forehead. "I know that. I'm just worried about how much I hurt you."

"No need to worry about that. For all that I put you through, it was worth what you did to me."

"Oh?" Trent raised his eyebrows at that. "How do I know that this wasn't one of your plans just so I WOULD fuck you silly?"

Brian laughed and kissed Trent deeply. "I may be conniving and evil but give me alittle credit here."

"Just making sure." As Trent went to move off of Brian's body, he heard him whimper when his dick slipped out of its enclosure. Trent lay back down by Brian's side and felt Brian lay his head on his shoulder.

Brian raised his body up on his elbows and looked at Trent as if he lost his mind.

"I'm hungry, aren't you? I mean between this vigorous workout we just did and having the munchies, I'm STARVING!!"

"Quit babbling and hand this 'Asshole' the damn phone off the coffee table so I can order the fucking food."

Trent placed a huge order for the both of them as they lay there in a heap of tangled sweaty limbs on the floor.

"My body feels so boneless, I don't know if I can even answer the door when the food gets here."

"Well, we could always have the delivery boy come right in instead of opening the door for him."

Trent chuckled at that. "Yeah okay and just how would we explain it when he sees two naked guys draped over each other and the room smelling of sex?"

Thirty minutes later, Trent got up and put his pants on to retrieve the food at the door. On the way back into the room, he saw that Brian managed to put his pants on as well as he walked over to the couch with a six pack of beer.

Each made idle chit chat as they stuffed their faces, talking about Trent's ideas on making a new album to Brian and the band going back on tour.

Trent started to clean up their mess and looked out the window. "Hey, it stopped raining. Let's go outside and enjoy the evening air."

They walked out onto the balcony, leaning against the railing and admiring the cool, peaceful night air while the moon peeked out from some of the remaining storm clouds. The chill in the night air seem to have given them a new outlook in their re-budding friendship.

Brian placed a hand on Trent's shoulder. "Whatever happened happened, let's just put our past differences behind us. I don't care."

Trent turned around and placed his hand on top of Brian's that was on his shoulder. "Well just for the record, I didn't…" Trent defended himself for andhour and Brian did the same for an hour. Then they both told each other, "Listen, it doesn't matter, it's over, I don't care, it just doesn't matter." They both knew that what they said was true to their hearts and would do anything to prevent the past dispute they had. To finally seal their friendship, they hugged again and kissed deeply with only the full moon as their witness.

As the week progressed, so did their friendship. Trent said his good-byes as Brian left that week and they promised to see each other soon. A few months went by and Trent was finally at peace with himself that he could focus on his music and where he wanted to start with the new album. He decided to make to make a phone call that would surprise the person on the other end.

"Hey Shawn, it's me. Yeah, I came up with some great stuff for the new album. I'm ready to make music again."

Shawn grinned on the other end, knowing that the day he'd bumped into Brian was the day that Trent's life was to forever change for the better.

(1) Lover's trail is that hairline that goes from the navel to the well…you know ^_^ I know it has another name but that was the only thing I could come up with.

(2) It was true that Manson sucked Robin's dick on stage when they first toured with NIN. Sam (my neighbor) told me that when he saw NIN in concert back in '94 when Manson first opened up for them. Sam said he and his friends were fucked up that night but he will NEVER forget what Manson did on stage. Plus Manson admitted to doing it in his book.

I got some of the ideas from Manson's book "Long hard road out of hell" when he explained his growing friendship with Trent when Trent first met Manson and the band. Brian is Manson's real name: Brian Warner.

I made up Shawn's name but I did find out that Trent did work with some guy named Shawn. The album that Trent is talking about working on is The Fragile since during Manson's book, the "disagreement or what ever you want to call it" occurred after Antichrist and Downward Spiral.