Closer [nsfw]

You Get Me Closer To God

"Alan.." you say gently, leaning on his broad shoulders, your cheek touching his neck.
"What is it?" He nearly snaps at you. He's seen better times, you think. Since he left Depeche Mode he's been thinking a lot, perhaps a bit too much.
It hasn't been all bad, he has been very creative lately. Recoil is going well..
You just want him a bit more lighthearted. Well, as lighthearted as Alan Charles Wilder can get.
"Oh, Charlie. Please don't be angry with me." You ask of him timidly, backing up. He knows how terribly his tone can manage to upset you.
He softens slightly for you, and you just catch a glimpse of the old Al.
"Oh, my love, I'm not angry with you. Just feeling a bit short-tempered again today, that's all. Come sit with me?"
A small smile grows on your face.
"Yeah, I'll sit with you."
And you slowly lower yourself into his lap.
He smiles back at you, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
"Hello, sweetheart. Did you have something to say?"
You wrap your arms around his torso, burying your face in his chest and inhaling deeply before responding.
"Yeah. I wanted you to listen to a song with me." you say, peering up at him as he pets you gently, smoothing your hair, like he did with your cat before he ran away.
He cocks an eyebrow.
"Of course I'll listen with you. What song?"
Your smile broadens, and you unfurl yourself and climb off his lap, reaching a hand out to help him up.
"Come with me and we'll listen to it on the big speakers in the studio!"
You like his studio. There are plenty of keyboards and computers and other instruments, but one of your favourite features is the booming speakers and how the sounds carry in that room.
He nods in approval, taking your hand and letting you drag him up to the studio.
"I'll go get the CD," you say softly, running off to go fetch The Downward Spiral.
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You feel the smooth, cold plastic case in your hands as you hurry up the stairs.
You see Alan sitting on the floor, a cup of tea in his hands and one apparently waiting for you.
You sit down with him, thank him for your tea with a quick kiss on the mouth, and begin to ramble about how you had found this gem of an album, this gem of a band, in the record store.
You hand him the CD, and he inspects it.
"Nine Inch Nails. The Downward Spiral." he says, nodding, handing it back to you.
"Yes! And there's a certain song.. I- I want to listen to it with you." You reply quietly, loading it into the CD player, and skipping to track five.
You can listen to the whole thing later.
The sounds of 'Closer' fill the room.

You let me violate you,
You let me desecrate you,
You let me penetrate you,
You let me complicate you..
(Help me!)
I've broke apart my insides..
(Help me!)
I've got no soul to sell..
(Help me!)
The only thing that works for me..
Help me get away from myself!

He looks deep into your eyes, and you look deep into his, noticing how dark his blue irises have turned after just the first verse. The chorus hasn't even hit yet, and he looks like he might lose control at any second. Maybe it's the way you're looking at him.
Maybe it's the clothes you're wearing.
Maybe it's the tea.
You lie on your stomach, and peer up at him suggestively as the chorus says what you both are thinking.

I want to fuck you like an animal.
I want to feel you from the inside.
I want to fuck you like an animal.
My whole existence is flawed.
You get me closer to God!

He hauls you up to him by your hair with a deep growl, slamming your lips together and plundering your mouth as if he's looking for something deathly important in your oral cavity.
You moan into his mouth, running your hands through his hair. It's shorter than you've ever seen it, and you think of how intensely hot he looks with it like that before hurriedly taking off his shirt, attempting to undo his belt and unzip his trousers but only succeeding in touching his hardening member through the fabric. He groans deeply at the sensations of your fingers, encouraging you to touch him more, and you palm him gently before squeezing him through his trousers.
Your lungs are about to give out after desperately kissing each other for longer than is healthy, so you break apart and gulp down huge breaths of air as Trent Reznor serenades you both through the speakers.