This is a re-vamp of an old story I wrote a while ago. I'm posting it to be festive, May 17 2003 is Trent's

38th birthday.

This is a slash, and the rating probably isn't strong enough.

It's Reznor/Manson. Angst and sap, I guess. They're probably OOC, but it's cute that way.

The Maynard mentioned is Maynard James Keenan, the vocalist of Tool and A Perfect Circle. He's and

Trent are recording Tapeworm together.

If you don't know who Twiggy is, then SHAME ON YOU!


I'm drunk

and right now I'm so in love with you

and I don't want to think too much

about what we should or shouldn't do

"The Only Time," Nine Inch Nails

"I just don't get why you've been so down lately," Manson said.

Trent's eyebrows raised. "Huh? I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, defensively.

"Yeah Trent, I think you do. The last time a saw you, not even six months ago, you were the exact

opposite of what you are now. You were excited about the new Tapeworm tracks you'd been finishing.

You and Maynard couldn't even keep your hands off of each other. Now you're all depressed."

"Hey, I'm allowed to act differently, okay?"

"Whatever, I'm still concerned. How is May' anyway?" Marilyn asked.

Trent looked at him blankly, "I don't know."

Manson, confused, "How could you not know?"

"Because," he said, pausing to take a drink, "he left."

Manson started to choke on the liquid he was swallowing, "What? Are you serious?" he said.

"Yeah… it's really not a big deal," Trent said, retaining his calm demeanor.

Manson paused, stunned at how Trent could be stating it so casually. He knew Trent was good at hiding

his emotions, but he expected him to seem more upset than this.

"Look, Trent, we're friends. You can tell me if you're upset. I mean, I think that this seems like a big deal.

Did he say why?"

"I didn't ask."

"How could you not ask??"

"Because," he began, "like I said, this is not a huge thing. Unlike some people, I'm not the type to lay

around obsessing over what went wrong."

"And just what's that supposed to mean?"

"All I'm saying is when Twiggy left, you just couldn't get over it. Maybe I do know the real reason why he

left me, and yeah, maybe it does bother me. But, I'm not going to whine and try to get sympathy from


"Well, why did he leave you then?" Marilyn said, pissed off.

"He told me he found someone else."

This came as a surprise. "Oh my God, who?"

"I think you already know."

"I can't say that I do," Manson said, perplexed.

"Then tell me, did you ever stop to think about the real reason Twiggy joined A Perfect Circle right after

you two split up?"

There was a pause. Marilyn was obviously in a state of shock. This couldn't be true… For Twiggy to say

how much he loved him, then to leave for another person. He just couldn't believe it. "You're kidding me,"

he said finally speaking up.

"Don't I wish," Trent said, the bitterness in his voice blatantly obvious.

There was a long, thoughtful silence for a while. Manson reflecting on the information that'd just been

given to him. Trent was starting to feel guilty.

n the time they'd been drinking, the bar had begun to fill up, making Trent even more uncomfortable.

"Can we go somewhere else?" Trent said, itching to leave.

"Yeah sure," Manson replied in a hurt voice.

They left, walking to Trent's car. Trent unlocked it, and walked over to open the passenger side for

Marilyn. The drive home was completely silent, save for the Velvet Underground coming from Trent's

stereo. Neither said a word until Trent shut the car off at his house.

"Are you coming?" Trent said.

"Uh, yeah… where are we?" Manson asked.

"Home," Trent said before walking around and helping Manson out of his seat.

They walked into the house, Marilyn bent down to take off his boots. Trent stopped him.

"Don't, there's nothing you can hurt here anyway."

They walked into Trent's living room. Manson slumped down on Trent's leather couch, still deep in


Trent offers him a shot, which he accepts, followed by a few more. Manson starts slurring his speech,

much to Trent's amusement.

"Ya' know, for a tall guy you really are a lightweight," Trent said jokingly.

"Hey, don't forget about the drinks I had at the bar."

"Give me a break, I drank a hell of a lot more than you did and I still managed to drive us home without

crashing into anything. Although I doubt you'd have noticed if I did."

Manson just sighed.

"See," Trent said. "Now you're the one that's all upset. I knew I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, Trent, I'm glad you did, just… I don't know." Manson stopped, obviously fighting back tears.

He broke down and buried his face in his hands, sobbing.

"Jesus Brian, now your eye make-up's running." Trent said, grabbing some tissues. He proceeded to wipe

Manson's tears, as lovingly and gently as he could. This whole ordeal was breaking his heart.

"Look Bri', stay here tonight. I'm sure I'd make better company than the porn at the hotel," Trent said,

cupping the side of Manson's face and stroking his cheek. This brought a smile from Manson, along with

a more confusing gesture. Manson turned his head slightly, and kissed Trent's hand. Trent reflexively

drew back.

Manson looked away, embarrassed. "Oh shit, I'm sorry! I took that the wrong way. I just- I don't know. I

just assumed—Jesus, I'm such an idiot!"

Trent was stunned, Manson continued his rambling. He hadn't meant to react like that. Manson got up to

leave. Before Trent could stop to think about what he was doing, he got up and threw Manson against the

wall, catching his lips in a fierce kiss. The height difference made it awkward, but Trent forcibly parted

them, slipping his tongue in. He explored every inch of Manson's mouth, before moving down to suck and

bite at Manson's neck. A chorus of muffled 'godIwantyou' 's escaped his lips as he grinded his erection

into Manson's leg. Then he paused, realizing what he was doing. He looked up at Manson's face,

shocked at what he saw. The God of Fuck, the self-proclaimed Antichrist Superstar, was scared shitless.

Trent pulled back, overcome with guilt.

"Shit, I came on too strong. I really, really did not mean for that to happen. I seriously did not want to

frighten you like that… Wow, just… wow."

He looked at Manson again, and saw the variety of emotions his face just seemed to convey, and the

bruises that were forming on his neck. "Oh my God. I'm sorry. I really should not have done that. It was

just an innocent kiss on the hand and I go and fucking jump you. Shit, I'm a monster."

"You really want me?" Manson said in a surprised voice.

Trent sighed, "Yeah, just… I didn't mean to—"

"I didn't think you'd really…" Manson trailed off.

"Didn't think I'd what?"

"I don't know." He paused, "So, what now?"

"It's up to you. I'm probably just going to go to bed. You can still stay here. The guest room's made up,

and I'll leave you alone."

"You're still hard?"

"Uhh, yeah," Trent said, unsure of exactly what Manson was thinking.

Manson walked over and started kissing Trent, while undoing the button of his pants. Trent stopped him.

"Wait, Manson. You're drunk, and I don't want you to feel like you owe me something."

"Why would I feel like I owe you something?"

"I-I don't know.—"

Manson cut him off by slipping his hands down his pants and grabbing his shaft.

"Oh God. Shit…" Trent said, grabbing on to Manson's shoulders.

"Can we go in your bedroom?" Manson asked.


Manson walked a stunned Trent into the bedroom. He laid Trent on his back and pulled his leather pants

down his slender hips, leaving Trent exposed from the waist down. Manson brought himself up,and

began sucking on the smaller man's neck. He lifted up Trent's t-shirt up under his armpits and started

lapping at a nipple, hardening it in the process. He brought his hand up and started teasing the other,

smiling against his skin at the moans this brought. He moved further down his stomach, leaving a coating

of saliva down to his navel. He stopped to nuzzle Trent's rather sizeable cock before licking the precum

oozing out of the tip. He sucked at the head, before taking the entire thing into his mouth and down his

throat. Trent sat upright, mumbling various curse words in between labored breaths. Manson continued

until he noticed Trent's breathing becoming quicker and felt Trent grab the back of his head.

"What the fuck! Why'd you stop??"

"You don't think I'd let you finish without me?"


"You have to fuck _me_ now," Manson said, standing up to remove his shirt and pants. He crawled back

onto the bed and placed a chaste kiss off-center of Trent's lips before laying back and spreading his legs

invitingly. Trent gazed in awe, licking his lips. He began to get up off the bed.

"What are you doing?" Manson asked.


"You don't need to," Manson said. Trent shot him a questioning glance.

"I didn't just suck you off without a reason," he continued. "What? I'm not a pussy, I can take it."

"Are you sure?" Trent said in disbelief.

"Yes, of course I'm sure. Now cum to me Trent," he said with a smile.

"As you wish," Trent replied. He brought his middle and index finger to Manson's lips. "Suck," he said.

"I already-"

"Look, there is no fucking way I'm going to be able to stretch you without a little help, so don't argue,"

Trent said, sounding annoyed.

"Yeah, but I could do better."

"Next time."

Those words being uttered comforted any fears Marilyn may have had, so he set to the task of sucking

Trent's fingers. Satisfied that they'd been thoroughly covered, he released them.

Trent brought them down to Marilyn's most sensitive area, and stuck his index finger in slowly. He

watched Manson's face for signs of discomfort, and inserted the second when he saw none. He stuck his

third finger in, to be sure that he was stretching him far enough.

Content that he'd prepared his friend to the best of his ability, he threw Manson's legs over his shoulders

and positioned himself between his thighs.

He entered him slowly, trying his best not to hurt him. Manson's eyes were closed tightly together,

suppressing tears for the second time that night. He stopped when he was halfway in to allow Marilyn

time to adjust. It took all Trent had in him to not thrust unimpededly into Manson's ass. He wanted this to

be enjoyable for both of them, that meant being considerate.

"Just push out, push against me."

He knew his patience was paying off. As he felt Manson relax more, he pushed himself in to the hilt. They

slowly began moving together, Trent pulling out slightly and pushing back with small thrusts, while Marilyn

rammed upward.

The heavy breathing of both and Manson's low moans filled the room. While Trent whispered

endearments into Manson's ear that he hoped were to low for him to notice.

It didn't take long for both to finish. Trent violently slammed into him as he came, sending Manson over

the edge himself. Trent emitting loud, inaudible grunts, and Manson screaming his name.

When their orgasms ceased, they simply laid together, waiting for their breathing to regulate. Trent pulled

out of Manson, and curled around him. Neither said anything, they just feel asleep holding each other.