Title: Possession
Author: kimberlite
Pairing: Curt/Brian, Curt/Malcolm
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Please ask first.
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys belong to Todd Haynes, not me.
Thank you: To Alex, as always, for beta. And to Jessica, who asked for some C/M.
Summary: Curt goes to a party.
Feedback: Yes, please, to kimberlite@cox.net

Possession

"Hey, Brian, are we going to the party tonight?" Curt asked as Brian came into their room.

Brian walked behind the couch, tipping Curt's head back and upside-down-kissing his lips. Curt growled deep in his throat, accepting Brian's tongue, shamelessly wanting more. Breathless, Brian pulled away. "What party?"

Turning around so he was kneeling on the couch facing Brian, Curt said, "The Flaming Creatures invited us to their bash."

"Oh. Well, Mandy's demanding that I take her out tonight. But by all means, go and have a good time." Brian leaned down to kiss Curt, only to have him move off the couch.

"You would rather spend the evening with Mandy than me?" Curt tilted his head and put his hands on his hips. His frown produced a small crease between his eyes.

"No, Curt, you know that's not true, but she's insistent. I've been putting it off and now she's putting her foot down." Brian slunk around the couch, molding himself against Curt's solid chest. "Don't be mad."

Snaking his arms around Brian, Curt sighed. "I'm not mad, just disappointed. I don't want to party with anyone but you. Maybe I'll just stay in and sulk."

Brian nuzzled Curt's jaw. "You don't sulk, you brood. Be a tough guy and go. The Creatures are okay. You'll have a good time."

"We'll see."

*****

The music was loud, the air smoky and hot, and the partygoers trashed or high. Curt was hidden in a corner, propped against the wall with a beer. He should have stayed in. He was new to the London scene and didn't know many people beyond Brian and his band. Trevor had stopped by to say hello, which was cool, but then he had seen a chick he wanted and had set off in pursuit.

It wasn't that Curt was shy or uncomfortable. He couldn't have cared less what any of these people thought of him. He just had an extremely low tolerance for bullshit and small talk, which were par for the course at these types of parties. Didn't matter where you were, the parties were always the same -- bullshit, drugs and sex. The story of my life, Curt thought wryly.

He didn't want the bullshit, didn't need the drugs, and as for the sex, Brian wasn't here. Curt took another sip of his beer and considered Brian. In the short time they had known each other, Brian had become the center of Curt's life, both professionally and personally. Things had moved so quickly that he had barely had time to breathe, let alone actually think about what was happening between them.

While Curt thrived on intensity, the feelings between them were unlike anything he had experienced. Viewing their relationship from the outside for a moment, Curt realized how totally Brian saturated his life. Absently, Curt lit a cigarette. Actually, it was sort of frightening. He didn't like having other people in control of his life.

Squashing his cigarette out, Curt finished his beer, feeling uneasy. Brian had rapidly become everything to him. But what was he to Brian? The guy was married, for fuck's sake. Sure, the sex was scorching and their music was fantastic, but did Brian feel the all-consuming need that Curt felt? Shit. Curt's eyes widened as he realized that he had traded heroin for Brian as his drug of choice. Would Brian prove any less destructive?

Curt was shaken from his thoughts when someone pressed a new beer into his hand. Looking up, Curt recognized Malcolm and smiled. "Thanks, man."

Smiling back, Malcolm leaned closer to Curt so he could be heard over the noise. "You don't look like you're having much fun. Want to go out for a bit and get some air?"

Shrugging, Curt nodded. "Sure."

*****

The night air was pleasantly cool and clean. The almost-full moon cast a pale glow over the buildings and provided enough light for Curt to clearly see Malcolm. While they had met briefly a couple times before, they had never had a chance to get to know each other. Now, sitting and talking quietly on the steps of Malcolm's building, they had the chance.

Small talk with Malcolm was actually entertaining. He was quiet but sharp. His comments on the London music scene were both insightful and humorous. As they sat drinking and chatting, Curt admired the other man's delicate features. He was pretty in an almost feminine way, large, soulful eyes, gorgeous hair, beautiful, teasing smile. Curt was surprised when he realized that he was attracted to Malcolm.

Well, this was odd. At least his fixation with Brian hadn't dulled his ability to appreciate other beautiful men. Of course, he hadn't actually wanted to feel this attraction. He was more than happy with Brian. But Brian wasn't here. He was with his wife, probably fucking her right now. For a reason he didn't want to consider too closely, the thought made Curt slightly ill.

They had been sitting in comfortable silence for a few minutes when Malcolm reached out to touch his fingers to Curt's lips. The butterfly-light touch sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Curt's cock. Curt turned startled eyes to Malcolm's gently glowing ones. "I know you're with Brian, but..."

"He doesn't own me," Curt growled, feeling like a raw nerve had been struck. What the hell, if Brian could fuck Mandy, he didn't have to be a monk, saving himself for his god. Excitement tinged with anger raced through Curt's body.

"Good." Malcolm's fingers traced over the contours of Curt's face. "I like you and you're gorgeous, Curt. I'd love to be with you tonight." With cat-like grace, Malcolm curled onto Curt's lap, wrapping his arms around Curt and kissing him deeply.

Returning the kiss with enthusiasm, Curt ran his hands over Malcolm's body, learning his responses. Before they got so involved they didn't care if they fucked on the stairway, Curt pulled back, asking with a grin, "Can we go somewhere a little more private? I don't need to get arrested."

Malcolm laughed. "This is probably more private than the party, but I see your point. I'd love it if you'd toss me against the alley wall and fuck me." Malcolm gestured to the small walkway between the buildings.

"Sounds like a plan." Curt held on to Malcolm as he carefully got up from the stairs. Malcolm gasped when he realized Curt was lifting him, but quickly wrapped his legs around Curt's waist and allowed Curt to walk them into the alley.

Bracing Malcolm against the rough brick wall, Curt wiggled his hips until they were aligned cock to cock. Malcolm rubbed himself into Curt, whimpering at the friction. While kissing Malcolm, Curt opened his own shirt, shrugged out of it and carelessly dropped it on the ground. He moaned when Malcolm pinched his nipples.

Wanting to feel Malcolm's skin, Curt worked his shirt open, but left it on to protect him from the bricks. Curt ran his hand over the smooth skin of Malcolm's chest. He was so delicate and soft until Curt worked his hand down. Malcolm's cock was rock hard and desperate for Curt.

Curt fumbled with their pants before finally giving up. "Stand up so I can get your pants open."

Malcolm's feet hit the ground and Curt stepped back, allowing easier access. Pulling Malcolm's pants open and down to his knees, Curt returned to fondle his cock. Purring with the contact, Malcolm reached to open Curt's pants, exposing his blatant arousal.

Licking his lips delicately, Malcolm dropped to his knees, taking Curt's cock into his mouth. Curt sank his hands into Malcolm's silky mane, gently playing with the long strands. Once Malcolm had thoroughly wetted Curt's erection, he stood up, kissing Curt and whispering, "I'm stronger than I look. Fuck me hard, Curt."

Ending their kiss, Curt looked into Malcolm's eyes, needing to make sure Malcolm really wanted it rough. Reassured, Curt spun him around, pushing him face-first against the wall. Malcolm grunted on impact, Curt's body behind him holding him firmly in place.

Curt worked a wet finger into Malcolm, who pushed back groaning, "Just do it." He cried out in pleasure as Curt thrust inside him with two quick strokes. Once fully encased, Curt began a strong rhythm, forcing Malcolm against the rough wall over and over.

Curt stiffened as a hand covered his mouth, effectively silencing him. A rough voice at his ear growled, "Well, well, what have we here? Had to have a shag and couldn't wait for me, hm?"

As recognition dawned, Curt relaxed into Brian's hand and resumed fucking Malcolm at a leisurely pace. When Brian removed his hand, Curt said lightly, "You said to have a good time."

"Not this kind of good time." Brian sounded slightly miffed.

Curt wouldn't back down. "So you can have fun with Mandy, but I can't play with anyone but you."

Brian dragged Curt's pants down and shoved two slick fingers into Curt. "I didn't fuck Mandy and no, after tonight, you can't play with anyone but me."

Grunting as Brian entered him, Curt grudgingly agreed. "Okay, as long as you only play with me."

"Deal." Brian kissed and nipped Curt's neck while beginning to thrust hard in and out of him. Curt adjusted his thrusts until the three linked men were moving in a sinuous chain of passion.

Their muted cries, grunts and moans filled the alley as their pleasure increased. Curt was awash in sensation -- the exquisite fullness of Brian's cock up his ass, and the incredible heat of his cock buried in Malcolm. Rapidly burning out of control, Curt whispered curses and endearments into Malcolm's ear as Brian whispered into his own. Curt came, triggered by a word from Brian. "Mine."

*****

After recovering from the mind-blowing group orgasm, they straightened up their clothes. When Malcolm tried to slip away, Curt grabbed him, hugging him close. "Thank you, Malcolm, you were wonderful."

Malcolm smiled, hugging Curt back. "Thank you. I hope Brian knows how lucky he is to have your heart."

Brian draped his arm around Curt's shoulders, reaching out to trace Malcolm's cheek with his other hand. "I do know." Leaning over, Brian touched his lips to Malcolm's. Smiling at Curt and Brian, Malcolm slipped out of the embrace and into his building.

Brian gathered Curt into his arms, raining kisses over his face. "You're mine, Curt."

Feeling an unfamiliar warmth spread through his body, Curt murmured the truth, "Yes."