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Title: "Paradise Found"
Author: Pirate Turner
Dedicated To: The true King of rock and roll, David Bowie
Rating: NC-17 due to sexual content
Summary:
Warnings: Slash, Established Pairing, Drabblish
Word Count (excluding heading): 552
Challenge: This is the full version of a story I wrote and then chopped down to drabble size for a SlashTheDrabble LJ comm's weekly challenge.
Disclaimer: David Bowie and the lyrics used within are © & TM David Bowie, not the author, and are used without permission. Mick Jagger is © & TM Mick Jagger, not the author, and is used without permission. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.

The regal, blonde man looked up as a special knock sounded on his door. "Come in," he called. The multitude of locks upon his door obeyed his voice and slid open.

A lean, dark man entered. Their eyes met, and though they both smiled, there was a hint of sadness to their grins. It had been too long since the last night they had seen each other and held one another in their embrace. "You came," the blonde spoke, mild surprise filtering through his beautiful eyes.

"You called," the brunette returned.

He inclined his head in a slight nod. "Yes."

"What's wrong?"

He allowed himself to release a heavy, heartfelt sigh. "I have writer's block," he admitted, "and tomorrow is my deadline."

"A King should not subject himself to deadlines."

He shrugged. "It's always worked well before."

His beloved King was already naked before him, a fag dangling loosely from his long, slender fingers. The brunette began to dance, shimmering across the floor as he came to him. Their chosen lives kept them apart far too often, but sometimes, their work also had a way of uniting them. He'd been in concert half way around the world when David had called, but he had left his band as soon as their show had been over and flown straight here. He knew he'd have to be back in two nights' time, but that was enough, as long as he had his King in his arms, for paradise to be rebuilt.

He danced across the floor, singing words of love that had always been intended for the one, vastly special man before him and shimmieing his body just so. He removed his clothes one article at a time and let them drop onto the floor. The only light in the tiny apartment was the dim sunlight slipping in pass the black curtains and the flickering lights of the candles David had set around his room to try to inspire him to create more magic. Mick turned his body just so, allowing those lights to catch his body and sparkle on his now naked flesh. He turned and twisted, showing off to David those parts of his body that he knew he loved more than either of them would ever admit, and then, at last, he reached him.

Mick slid his arms around his King and shimmied his body against his. His hardening sword leaned against David's. David started to hum, and Mick shimmied down his body and then slowly back up as words began tumbling from his King's mouth. "You danced your little dance," he sang softly, "til it made me cry. You were shaking like this, honey, doing that."

He trembled, his words breaking off, as Mick took him in his hand and caressed him so softly that his next words were almost a cry. "Your soothing hand that turned me round." He surged into his hand; his hands grasped his shoulders, his fingernails biting his skin. "A love so real swept over me!"

Mick replaced his hand with his mouth, and David sang on. He smiled around his cock, knowing his King was inspired, but then David extinguished his fag, pulled him up, and laid him down on his bed where, once again, as they always did when they were together, they found paradise.

The End