I'd Give You Everything

Title: "I'd Give You Everything"
Author: Liebeslied Engel, copyright © 2005-2006 S.E.J.
Fandom: Psychopathic Records (ICP, Twiztid, Dark Lotus, etc.)
Pairing: Madrox/Monoxide
Category: Slightly angsty and lovey.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for language and graphic depictions of sexual acts and homoeroticism. And OOC more likey than not. Do we see a pattern here?
Summary: Interruption breeds corruption.
Disclaimer: "If I didn't see it, it's not illegal!" "I know my rights, you can't prove anything!" ...In other words, this never happened... "You can't see me!"
Notes: My first venture into Twiztid, and activities beyond oral. Written by request for a friend in December 2005. Enjoy.

Fat kids are used to rejection, we deal with that shit everyday.

Jamie Madrox's life couldn't have been more true to that lyric he penned for Dark Lotus. Except he could never get used to it, it hurt more and more each time. For a while just being in Twiztid got him some neden, but it was usually some sloppy drunk bitch Monoxide sent his way out of pity, who would've fucked anyone with a hatchet charm around his neck anyway. Jamie'd long since gotten tired of the pity and had started turning them away, even if it was the only way to get anything. He'd talked to Jay about it a few times, since Jay too knew what it was like to have a partner who got all the attention from women, only getting any for himself when his face was painted up. Now that Jay had himself a woman and a baby, though, Jamie felt lost again, lonely. He wished he could hate Monoxide for getting all the candy he wanted, wherever they went.

But he couldn't. Monoxide was his homie, his business partner. And truth be told, more than anything, he was more jealous of the girls. They got to be close to him, kiss him, touch him, fuck him. Jamie knew he'd never be that lucky, and would probably be run out of Psychopathic if he ever made these thoughts known. Instead, he had to be content with his dressing room fantasies.

Or so he thought, until the Man's Myth tour.

Monoxide strolled casually into the back room, not expecting to see Madrox there. Especially not his bare back. The unmistakable scent of male arousal filled the air, and the slick slapping sounds were immediately recognizable as well. He chuckled as he spoke. "Uh, Jamie, heh heh, you doin' what I think yer doin'?"

Madrox jumped at the unexpected voice, and even the skin on his back flushed. "Well, whaddya think I'm doin'?"

Monoxide smirked and slowly walked toward the other man, taking a slow drag off his Newport. "C'mon man, I ain't stupid." His voice was low, enticing, and as the last words left his lips, so did the smoke. It wafted down in front of Madrox's face, the smell of which made his cock jump. It was HIS smell, and enough to force Madrox to bite his lip to stifle a moan.

He swallowed hard before he spoke. "OK den Paulie, what of it?" Again, Monoxide had to smirk as he stamped out the cigarette. He stood behind Madrox, breathing hard, and dug his fingers into the other man's bare shoulders. The feel of his warm skin, beaded with sweat, got Monoxide hard right quick.

"So ain't neither of us a solo act, Jamie."

Madrox peeked back over his shoulder, a look of hopeful disbelief in his eyes. He couldn't manage anything more than a whisper. "You got no idea how long I been waitin' for this."

Monoxide grinned. "Shut up and get yer ass on the floor."

The look on Madrox's face was almost giddy as he watched Monoxide undress. The sight of even his naked torso, despite having seen that much before, made Madrox's blood boil. He almost lost his breath when Monoxide's pants and boxers dropped, revealing his seemingly perfect erection.

"Hands and knees," Monoxide demanded as he gently caressed his rock-hard dick. Madrox grinned, blushing again, and did as he was told. Every muscle in his body tensed slightly in anticipation. Forcing them to relax over and over made his whole body twitch, and Monoxide couldn't help that grin creeping back onto his face. He dropped slowy to his knees behind Madrox, running his hands over the other man's back, down his ass and back up his thighs. Madrox shivered and gave a pleading moan, dropping his forehead onto the cool tile floor beneath him. Over his shallow breathing and pounding heart he heard Monoxide spit, presumably into his hand, then the sloppy sound of him rubbing the wetness onto his cock.

"Relax," came the whispered voice from behind him, as two strong hands slowly spread his cheeks. The sudden sensation of Monoxide's cock-head pushing against his hole was a level of intense ecstasy Madrox couldn't have possibly prepared himself for. He moaned again, long and low, and let his right hand drift down to his own erection. The pre-cum on its tip soon made a pool on the floor as he stroked himself soft and slow.

Monoxide spit again, dropping it down along the crack of Madrox's ass. He loved the slightly muffled sounds of pleasure coming from the man in front of him, loved the power he now seemed to whield. He started rubbing his length between Madrox's cheeks, increasing the pleasure for them both. He watched sweat beads form anew on his partner's back as he jacked himself, and decided that their years together supressing just these kinds of urges was teasing enough. He pulled away slowly, took himself in his hand, and pressed forward. Of course he was met with resistance as he tried to push inside, but more saliva mixing with his pre-cum, and whispered begging from the man below him encouraged him to try all the more.

"Please Paulie, stick yer dick in my ass an' fuck me."

He grabbed Madrox by the hips and pulled him backwards, eliciting a loud moan and more audible pleading.

"Fuck me Paulie."

Reaching forward further for his love-handles, Madrox's ass began to accept the intrusion, and the two groaned in mutual pleasure.

"Yeah Paulie, dat's it, c'mon, further, please."

Monoxide growled deep in his chest and thrust his hips forward, quickly burying himself inside Madrox up to the hilt. Madrox gasped and raised his head, twisting around to look Monoxide in the face. His green eyes glittered with appriciation and lust, even more when the rich brown of Monoxide's seemed to only darken with pure carnal aggression. Gently at first, Monoxide began to rock his hips back and forth, stroking in and out of Madrox's unfathomably tight ass. He glared at the man impaled on his cock, a look of deep hunger and need.

As Monoxide moved faster in and out of him, Madrox's hand mirrored the movements, the sensations much more than doubled from when the other man had found him. His mind still reeled with disbelief; this couldn't be happening, not to him, not to fat-ass Jamie Madrox. He told his brain to shut up, and reveled in every sense's account of being fucked by the Monoxide Child.

"Oh God Jamie, I ain't even had virgin neden dis tight." The speed of Monoxide's thrusts kept increasing till he was slamming Madrox's hole full force. Deeper and deeper he drove himself, listening to that familiar voice moan out his name. He'd never told Jamie that all the girls had never satisfied him, how even the empty groupie sex had started to disgust him. He hadn't been able to swallow his pride and explain that the yearning had been mutual all these years. He didn't figure it mattered now, Jamie had to know he was willing after this.

Madrox loved being filled like this, but knew that if Monoxide felt even half as good, this would end soon. He didn't want to be facing the floor when that happened. His voice was shakey and breathless as he spoke. "Paulie, I wanna turn around, I wanna see you."

"A'ight Jame, anythin' you want," Monoxide answered between panting attempts to breathe. He backed away, slowly withdrawing his cock. Madrox moaned and whimpered as the head slipped out. He collapsed onto the cool floor and rested there a moment, while Monoxide too sat back to gather himself. Slowly, Madrox rolled onto his back, a half grin on his face. His still rigid dick stuck straight up in the air, and the look on Monoxide's face grew devilish as he looked the other man over. Casting his gaze upwards he leaned forward and began to crawl over the man on the floor, repositioning himself.

"Paulie," came a sudden whisper, "I'm lovin' this."

Monoxide's grin softened. "Me too." He couldn't help himself then, and leaned down, pressing his lips to Madrox's. A muffled grunt emanated from the man below, and Monoxide longed to hear those sounds again. Reaching down, he guided his cock back inside the tight heat he'd just left.

Madrox moaned over and over, short, in quick succession, right in time with each thrust of Monoxide's hips. Their tongues played across each other while their skin, pressed together, felt like fire. Monoxide's weight and movement against him made Madrox feel as though he had a hole to fuck as well, and he could feel himself getting close. He told his partner between hungry kisses. Monoxide agreed and sat back again, driving himself in deeper. Madrox moaned loudly and arched his back, letting his right hand drift down to stroke himself again. Only a few more thrusts and he was squirting his juice all over his stomach, and he forced himself to make eye contact with Monoxide as he did.

And that was too much, Monoxide was powerless against those green eyes, especially combined with the way the tight hole around him suddenly spasmed and seemed to pull him in further. He gripped Madrox's thighs and roared, that look of animal lust flashing across his dark eyes again. He thrust reflexively one, two, three more times before letting out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He collapsed backwards, slipping out of Madrox and leaving a trail of cum on the floor. He lay on his side, reaching for the smokes and lighter in his pants pocket.

Madrox managed to get back on his hands and knees and crawl over to Monoxide. He lay down behind him, draping an arm around his waist. He closed his eyes, inhaling that scent of smoke, and smiled.