Band Oneshots

I love you (David Bowie X Mick Jagger)

Gardenia petals. White and pure as winter's first snow. They smelled of new beginnings and the fresh air of a glorious, sunny day.

David hacked again, gripping the edge of the bathroom sink. More petals fell from his lips, brushing them with their soft, gentle caress. David could feel the vines growing in his lungs, and it burned. It burned so badly, paired with the fiery love and desire he felt. The utter devotion he yearned for, to receive and to give that angel in return.

David wiped his mouth, coughing spell finally depleting. He opened the bathroom door and jumped when he saw Mick standing there, a worried look in those beautiful crystal clear blue eyes. His gorgeous angel.

A slice of heaven he'd never get to taste. "Hey, David. Are you alright? You were coughing up a storm in there," Mick said, studying his friends face. David nodded, gazing at Jagger a little too long. But he couldn't help himself. Mick was just too beautiful, with that lithe body and that bushy, luxurious hair. Those full lips and those deep, enticing eyes... David smiled softly and let out a sigh, one that sounded a little too lovestruck, "Thanks for worrying about me, Mick. But I'm fine..."

He walked down the hall, leaving the other singer confused and, unbeknownst to him, blushing. David's words held so much more meaning than their presented value.

The next day, he watched through silent tears as Mick left to go out on a date. That night, blood splattered with the petals that fell from his mouth. "I can't make you happy. So..it's fine.' 

In the morning, Mick came home crying. He threw himself into David's arms and the younger man could only guess that the date had gone horribly. Mick babbled about how much of an asshole the guy was, but David just stayed silent, holding the older man in his arms and stroking his hair.

'I'm always going to be your friend. So. I guess...it's fine.'

Mick fell asleep on the couch, he on the floor. He whimpered as the thick thorny roots writhed around his lungs and trachea. Everything burned. He was being torn apart from the inside out, hot tears streaming down his face. He covered his mouth to silence himself, but he moved too late. 

A thorny vine ripped through his chest and David screamed in agony, the sound melting into loud sobs as the horrid plant wound itself around his bleeding, broken body.

Mick lurched up and gasped, "DAVID!" The older singer scream with fear laced in his voice. Huge, white gardenias, pure and exquisite, burst in flurry after bloody flurry from his gaping mouth. 

Mick threw the blankets off himself and scrambled over to David, "DAVID, WHAT THE! WHAT'S WRONG?" All David could do was claw his way up Mick's chest until his nails dug into the man's shoulders. Mick was crying, holding David as soon as their gazes met.  David was staring at him with wide, terrified blue eyes, swimming in tears as they fell like waterfalls from his eyes as blood gushed from his lips.

He screamed as hanahaki slowly ripped his body apart, "AAH!! AAAAAAAHHH!! M-MICK!!"  It sounded as if Dabid was calling his name, his voice was so filled with anguish and loss, "Shhh, I'm here, David. I'm here. Tell me who it is, baby!" 

David had flowers growing from between his mutilated ribs. Mick thought he looked beautiful no matter how messed up. But this...this was horrifying, "DAVID, YOU NEED TO TELL ME! PLEASE!!" "I... love...you, "Bowie forced out as his eyes fell shut. The pain was gone, he was ready to be taken. At least he finally got to confess his love.

"David? David, wake up! You can't die! I didn't even get to say it back! I love you too, David! I love you! I love you! Please, come back!" The older singer sobbed out, frantically caressing his dying friend's ever paling face. Just like that, everything stopped.

David's eyes shot open, and he arched his back, screaming in pain as the vines wilted until they fell to dust. Bowie's body contorted and spasmed as the fatal wounds resealed themselves before Mick's horrified eyes. 

It seemed like an eternity, but really, it was only a few minutes before it was all over. David collapsed onto his back, eyes close and breathing heavy. He was surrounded by a puddle of blood, cushioned on a thick bed of soft, white gardenias. 

To Mick, he'd never seen Bowie look more beautiful. Flower petals were littered in his orange dyed hair, making his gorgeous blue eyes pop wonderfully when he opened them.

The older man placed a hand on David's face, silent tears streaming from his eyes as he whispered, "Oh, David....Oh, my sweet, love, David Bowie."  "Mick...,"David murmured, smiling weakly. This was heaven, right? This wasn't Mick.

This was his guardian angel sent to take him...right? All his assumptions were washed away when Mick pressed those sweet, full, addicting lips to his own, moulding their mouths together so completely, so passionately that no dream could possibly compare for the searing love overflowing David's veins. 

The kiss was slow and deep, their tongues languidly mapping every inch of each other as they moaned, both in pleasure and joy.

Sometimes, Mick pulled away, but only to murmur all the words David had spent years dreaming of hearing. "Mmmph, oh, David, I love you so much...mwah...my best friend, my love, you are my other half my..mm.. my everything.." Mick all but moaned against David's lips.  

The younger man allowed himself to be gently pulled into Mick's lap, Mick pulled him into the deepest, hottest kiss he'd ever had. The older man's hands roamed his body under his shirt, squeezing his hips and stroking his slim waist as if he were made of diamonds. Their bodies moved in languid waves in rhythm with their moans and groans.

Mick pulled back, nibbling David's bottom lip as the younger singer whimpered. Mick giggled softly and turned his attention to David neck, kissing and sucking Bowie's sweet spot. "Mmph...Taste so good, baby." Mick praised, rubbing David's hip with one hand, the other holding him close by the shoulder blades.

"Mick....Mick....," David felt himself starting to cry. All he could do was whimper his love's name. That is until his whimpers turned into soft sobs. Mick sat up and pulled David against his chest, frantically checking for any signs of hanahaki's return. There were none.

Mick was puzzled as Bowie continued to cry into his chest, "My sweet beautiful love, what's wrong?"

David sobbed into Mick's chest, "I-I almost killed myself b-because I-I was scared a-and I didn't think you would ever love s-someone like me! I love you so much, Mick! I fucking live for you and it hurt so badly! Not just the disease but thinking I would never have you! I mean, god fucking damnit, Mick, you are so beautiful, talented, badass and kind and well just...amazing! How could I possibly have the right to call that mine?! I feel like such a fool!"

"Oh baby, don't you dare say that! You aren't a fool your fat from it. You just don't give yourself enough credit. You're talented and smart and so pretty, I just love to lose myself in your blue eyes when I wear shades. That way you couldn't see me," He giggled a little, "I mean I to did have some of my own doubts as well...But, David...you....you almost died. You caught this disease because you loved me. I would never forgive myself if you were gone because of me. I can't even imagine a world in which my heart isn't completely and wholly devoted to you."

David rested his chin in the crook of his lover's neck, Mick's long arms holding him tightly as he swayed his lover gently back and forth, softly singing in his ear.

"It's got what it takes, So tell me why can't this be love? straight from my heart, oh, tell me why can't this be love? I tell myself hey, only fools rush in and only time will tell, if we stand the test of time"

With those last, velvety, gentle notes, David fell asleep in Mick's arms. The older man smiled and carried him to bed, where he curled himself around Bowie's body and kissed the top of his head, "Sweet dreams, my baby. I'll be here always."