Title: Mouths of Decadence, Part V
Characters: Chris Cornell and Eddie Vedder
Rating: NC-17 (oh yes, slash)
Word Count: 3190
Summary: Chris frees Eddie from something. So he has to find a way to repay Chris...




The worst part about being in Seattle was supposed to be the rain. Only it wasn't. In fact he already thought that was in fact one of the better parts about the northwest city. Rain made him feel... cleansed. With the drop of raindrops, his thoughts seeped out, swirling down the street drain as well. And there was nothing better than an empty mind.

Especially with a mindreader nearby.

Stepping out of the studio, Chris glanced over at Eddie before stealing his cigarette, "You know, when you concentrate so hard for me to not hear your thoughts, it's like you're screaming them."

Eddie's eyes snapped up to Chris's, "How do you.... how?"

He shrugged, "It's just like hearing your own voice in your head, only it sounds like someone else's voice. Sometimes it's fucking annoying. But sometimes it's great. I can make Susan cum anytime I want by just listening to what she's thinking. But don't tell her that, because she thinks I'm hit and miss like most men. I just like it when she's frustrated sometimes."

"Can you... turn it off?" he asked, fishing another cigarette out of his pocket.

"Yeah. I'm not listening to you right now," Chris declared, leaning his head against the wall. "Wasn't so easy when I was little. Part of the reason I spent an entire year in my room just listening to music. No one around to invade my mind."

Eddie stared at the other singer for a moment, sucking on his cigarette. He wondered how Chris was so well adjusted, especially considering he wasn't really using his... talent for anything other than sex. But maybe that was all it was good for. So why was he a threat? Why was Eddie supposed to kill him?

Chris dropped his cigarette, grinding it into the pavement, "Hey you wanna go out for a drink afterwards? Susan's going out with some Beth girl, probably not coming home till morning."

That name couldn't be a coincidence, especially considering Beth had mentioned something about going out that night too, "Beth?"

"Yeah. Some chick she met a couple of days ago that's new to the area," he reached for the door. "Why?"

"I think I'm dating her."

"You think? You're not sure," Chris teased.

"Well maybe it's another Beth."

"Unlikely," he stated, leaning against the door slightly. "It's a small circle we run in. Besides Susan tends to pick up music chicks and from what you're thinking about now, Beth's a music chick. So yeah, our girlfriends are probably going to fuck tonight."

Eddie stared at Chris, shocked by not only his proclamation but from Chris's nonchalance. The Soundgarden singer pushed the door fully open, winked at Eddie, and headed back into the studio. Completely forgetting about the burning cigarette in his hand, Eddie stared at the closing door. There was no way, no way at all. But Chris read minds, so surely what he was saying was true...

Shaking his hand as the cigarette burned to a nub, Eddie flicked the ashes and deposited the filter in the ash tray. He reached for the door, hesitating for a moment. What Chris had said couldn't be right. At all. He and Beth had been together for years. If she was gay, he would have noticed long before, right?



Silently Eddie followed Chris into the bar. While he had accepted the other man's invitation for personal reasons, he figured it would look good on his report that he had been spending time with his target. Whatever it took to stall while he figured out what his options really were. Currently they were kill Chris or be killed by the agency. Neither were good options at all.

Sliding into a dark booth across from Chris, Eddie quietly began to work on his beer. He knew Chris was curious as to the reason behind his quietude, but hadn't said anything yet. Maybe he thought Eddie was still in shock from his declaration about their girlfriends earlier that day. While he was still struggling to believe Chris, he was beginning to take it at face value. Some things just did not need to be questioned, like whether or not his girlfriend preferred being naked with another man's girlfriend.

Nevermind he himself preferred being naked with said man.

That last thought Chris picked up and smirked, "Then maybe we should leave this bar?"

"What?" his eyes snapped to Chris's.

"You want to get naked here? Well all right, you never really struck me as an exhibitionist, but hey, sometimes I'm wrong," he declared.

Eddie stared across the table at Chris, "No. I'm rather all right here."

He smirked, "Fine, fine. So really why did you come to Seattle?"

"Huh?"

"You mumbled in your drunken sleep the other night," he took a swig of beer. "Something about not letting down the agency, doing what you were sent here to do, not play in some band."

Eddie stared at him, saying nothing.

"You realize I hear you, right?"

He nodded.

Chris looked away, glancing around the bar before his gaze re-settled on Eddie, "You're not going to kill me, because I'm not a threat to anyone. And it has nothing to do with the fact that you haven't cum as quickly as you did the other night when you were in my shower, my hand."

Once more Eddie was speechless, the beer half-raised to his lips. Had he really just let all of that info slip to Chris? He was a dead man. For certain.

"They're not going to kill you, Eddie. Trust me," Chris stated casually. "You're not the first they've sent after me. Nor will you be the last. Eventually they will stop trying."

That was a far more surprising revelation than anything else Chris had shared before, causing Eddie to set down his beer and ask, "They have?"

"Yep," he nodded. "If you ask around the music scene subtly enough, you'll find a number of former agents. My favorite is Courtney Love, Kurt's girlfriend."

"What?"

"Yeah she used to be able to freeze things at will," Chris shrugged. "I don't think she can do it anymore. Don't really know as I haven't seen her since the confrontation."

"Confrontation?"

Chris leaned across the table, "Do you know why they want you to kill me or erase me or whatever they call it now?"

Eddie shook his head, "No."

"You ever want to be normal, Eddie?"

"You can do that?"

He shrugged, "Perhaps."

"No way," Eddie replied. "They said I was special and that it was irreversible. They said I was foolish to waste my talent, yearning for normalcy. They said it was impossible to get rid of, so why not use it for some good? I don't believe you."

"Then how about we leave here and I prove it to you?" Chris suggested, finishing his beer. "Only a quick warning, it's permanent. If I take your powers, you can't have them back."

Eddie stood, very much tempted by what Chris offered. Maybe if he was released from the agency, he would be able to actually be what the rest of the band expected him to be. And that would be great, wonderful, fabulous.

"Take them," Eddie declared.

Smirking Chris stood, "We'll go to my house."



The trip to Chris's house was silent, filled with tense air not unlike jelly. Eddie was filled with mixed emotions. It was fabulous to be offered the opportunity to be normal. While he would miss lying on the couch and summoning a beer instead of getting up for it, at least he would be able to live a normal, everyday life. No stupid agency to listen to, no tingling fingertips early in the morning. Normal life.

But would that make everything about him normal? Would he still be able to write music? Would he still be able to surf? Would he still be able to—

"Everything else stays the same, Eddie," Chris stated, climbing out of the cab in front of the house. "You just won't be able to move things with your thoughts."

Following Chris up the steps to his house, Eddie nodded. It made sense. Maybe. He didn't really know, considering he didn't know the process. Maybe Chris would inject him with some magical drug and eradicate the powers. Maybe he would just smack him in the head just right to make Eddie forget he even had powers. Whatever the method, Eddie was ready.

Surprise touched his thoughts once more as Chris led Eddie into his bedroom. The room was unapologetically male, even smelled male. Eddie was certain Susan had been there, perhaps even recently, as panties clung to a bedside lamp. That only served as a reminder to Eddie that Chris wasn't single. But then again if what Chris said before, their girlfriends were likely fucking right then so it wouldn't hurt anyone if he sucked Chris off once more.

"If that's how you want to repay the favor, I will not complain," Chris stated. "Take your clothes off and lay down."

"I have to be naked for it to work?" Eddie asked, stripping off his flannel.

"No. I was just testing how much you trust me."

"So I don't have to get naked?"

"No."

Regardless, Eddie dropped his flannel and sat on the bed. Chris motioned for him to lay down before buzzing about the room. Trying to see what Chris was doing, Eddie's eyes followed the other man's motions. After opening the third drawer, Chris chuckled and stood. Shaking his head, he returned to the bedside, looking down at Eddie.

"You sure about this? Really sure?"

Eddie nodded.

"Take these," he held out his hand.

Opening his hand for whatever Chris offered, he watched two small red pills drop into his palm, "This is going to take away my powers?"

"No. It's for the headache you'll have afterwards," Chris responded, disappearing for a moment into the bathroom, returning with a cup of water.

"Oh," he responded, sitting up to take the cup. "So what exactly do you do?"

"Basically I invade your mind and turn off the synapses that allow you to do what you do," he explained simply, sitting on the edge of the bed. "But once I do that, unless our connection is really strong, I can't get back in to turn them back on."

"Oh," Eddie murmured, lying back down after Chris took away the cup. "Well go ahead then."

Nodding once, Chris placed his hands on Eddie's forehead. The touch caused Eddie to close his eyes. The moment his eyes closed, his mind exploded into a million colors and images. Nothing really made any sense to him at all. But he knew Chris was doing it, whatever it was. And a dull ache started to fill his mind.

Suddenly everything was black. A quiet buzz filled his mind, prodding at his eye sockets. For a few moments Eddie remained as he was, trying to figure out what had happened. Slowly he ventured to open his eyes. Not finding Chris hovering over him, Eddie slowly sat up and glanced around the dimly lit room.

"Chris?"

A soft moan from the floor snapped his attention to where the other man was huddled across the room, his knees pulled to his chest. Concerned Eddie slid off the bed, kneeling in front of Chris. While he did have a mild headache at the moment, it wasn't anything unbearable. What was however was the pure terror that seemed to fill Chris's every pore.

"Chris?" he repeated, touching the other man's knee. "Chris, you okay?"

Wild green eyes rose to look at Eddie. He shook his head slightly before looking away.

"Chris? What happened?"

"I saw it. I saw it," he replied in a whisper.

"Saw what?"

"The end of the world."

"What?"

His eyes went to Eddie's again, "A black hole sun. And they're going to use me to bring it down."

"What are you talking about?"

"I have to give you your powers back," he muttered. "They can't know, I know."

"What the fuck are you talking about, Chris?"

His eyes moved to the window, "Do you remember going into a room painted black?"

Thinking for a moment, Eddie nodded, "I do."

"Do you remember the papers on the table?"

"I barely glanced at them before they were covered."

"Yeah well that glance was enough to form a picture in your mind, that I could read," Chris declared. "They're going to kill us all. And they're going to use me to do it."

"How?"

"I need a drink," the shaken singer got to his feet. "A lot of drink."

A six pack a piece later, Chris stopped mumbling about some black hole sun and the world coming to an end. In fact he stopped mumbling period. Normally it would have bothered Eddie, but he knew Chris got quieter the drunker he got. And at the moment that didn't seem like a bad thing.

That is until Chris stumbled to his feet without any warning, "Comeone, Eddddddd."

"Where are we going?" Eddie asked, standing as well.

"To bed."

Even a sober Eddie wouldn't fight against that. The two men stumbled up the steps towards Chris's room. Without speaking they stripped of their clothes the moment the door closed. Chris weaved towards the bed, tripping over his own feet and tumbling face down onto the mattress. For only a moment he remained lying like that before turning over.

Not even hesitating, Eddie crawled onto bed with Chris. His mouth sloppily kissed the other singer's, tasting the beer on his tongue. Licking in organic waves, Eddie moved down Chris's body. Paying a few moments of attention to Chris's stomach and navel, he continued down. Straddling Chris's legs, Eddie sat up. His hands circled Chris's semi-hard cock. Slowly his hands moved up and down, pumping the penis gently.

With Chris's erection at full mast, Eddie leaned down and kissed the tip. Running his tongue around the bulbous head, he smiled to himself, tasting the salty precum. Chris gasped as Eddie's warm mouth suddenly enveloped him completely. Down upon his erection, Eddie sank, until he felt Chris's penis pressing on the back of his mouth. In the back of his mind he wondered how Beth was able to deep throat him, but now really wasn't the time to ask for pointers. Besides he figured she naked with Chris's girlfriend...

Unable to help it, Chris's hand went to the back of Eddie's head. His hips bucked up, slowly fucking Eddie's mouth while he sucked. Eddie's skilled fingers knew just how to touch Chris's skin to make his head spin. His fingertips grazed Chris's balls, fondling them lightly before returning back to stroking the base of his cock.

"Oh fuck, Eddie," Chris moaned, thrusting upwards again.

While he knew Eddie didn't care to swallow, probably didn't even care for the taste of cum, Chris hadn't the mind to warn the other man of his impending orgasm. Another thrust into the man's mouth and Chris groaned. His balls contracted, his body stiffened. Eddie barely had a chance to keep from gagging as the white ropes hit the back of his throat.

When his body stopped contracting, Chris looked down at Eddie. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, watching the other man lick his shaft completely clean. He would have never expected that kind of action from Eddie.

Swallowing, Eddie began to work his way up to Chris's mouth. Their mouths touched fleetingly, but long enough for Chris to be certain he tasted himself on Eddie's tongue. And that was very erotic, inflating his cock once more. Chris's returning erection bumped heads with Eddie's, bringing his attention to someone else who needed a little tender care.

Urging Eddie to slip off of him, Chris pivoted in the bed. Before Eddie was entirely sure what was going to happen, Chris sucked his prick into his mouth. Gasping Eddie's eyes closed, letting Chris's warm mouth return the favor. Reveling in the sensation for a few moments, his eyes opened again, spying the cock so close to his mouth again. Without delay Eddie's lips wrapped once more around Chris's cock.

Giving and receiving at the same time, both men groaned. The vibrations of such made both men's penises throb more. Tongues traced over veins, ran over tips, sucked in deeper than previously thought possible.

Nearing his climax, Chris's mouth fell away from Eddie's cock, his groans and breathlessness not conducive to a decent blowjob. A few more wet kisses from the singer and Chris thrust deep into his mouth, cumming hard once more. Thoroughly exhausted, Chris's fingers distractedly stroked Eddie's cock. His thoughts were no longer on making Eddie cum, but rather on sleep. Before the other man even had a chance to climax, Chris's hand dropped away from its ministrations. Chris was out cold, sexually satisfied and his mind no longer in a panic.

Noticing, Eddie frowned slightly. His hand moved into the air, trying to summon something to cover Chris with. It took a few minutes before he realized Chris had in fact succeeded and he could no longer move things with his mind. Pivoting in the bed so that his feet also were at the head of the bed, Eddie kissed Chris's relaxed mouth gently.

"Thank you," he muttered, before climbing over Chris to get out of the bed.

Oh he wasn't leaving Chris at all. But he knew he would never get to sleep with half a hard-on. He didn't expect Chris to take care of it at all, not in his state. So he headed into the bathroom to finish what the night started. He'd have to thank Chris once again in the morning.



Waking with something hard pressed against his ass, Eddie grumbled. For a moment he didn't remember where he was, what he was doing, why he had no clothes on. But then familiar lips touched his shoulder and everything washed back over him like a warm summer rain.

"Good morning, Chris," Eddie muttered.

"Morning, Ed," he replied. "Sorry about last night. I don't... I don't really remember what happened."

"It's all right," he turned over to face Chris. "I owe it to you for making me normal finally."

Chris smirked, "You're anything but normal now, Eddie. Just a little closer than you were last week."

"Yeah well least I don't have to kill you now," Eddie commented, hands softly tracing Chris's body.

He tensed at that comment, remembering what he had saw in Eddie's mind before sealing that door, "Yes. Yes, you do. To protect us all. So they don't use me as their tool."

"They're not going to, Chris," he assured him.

"Yes, they will. They will send someone else in your place. Again and again until they succeed. You need to kill me," he declared.

Eddie kissed him to silence his words, "I will do nothing of the sort. I will protect you with my life, Chris. You're not going to die. You're not going to bring some black hole sun to the earth. Trust me, they're not going to get you, Chris. I promise."