Title: Mouths of Decadence, Part VI
Characters: Chris Cornell and Eddie Vedder
Rating: NC-17 (oh yes, slash)
Word Count: 2536
Summary: OMG Bad guys!




How long they lay there in Chris's bed, heads throbbing, Eddie wasn't sure. He refused to move from Chris's side until... well forever if anyone really asked him. Somehow he didn't think it would work out that way, so he would take what he could get. But forever came to an end far sooner than he liked when Susan knocked on the door and then pretty much entered without waiting for a response. Eddie instantly bolted away from Chris, sitting up.

"Chris?" she breathed. "You okay?"

He slowly pushed up on his elbows, pained eyes going to his girlfriend, "Baby, I..."

Concern showed in her eyes and she moved to his bedside, seemingly not even noticing Eddie was there at all. In fact she straddled Chris, leaning down and kissing him. It made Eddie feel a bit uncomfortable and a whole lot jealous. But Chris didn't seem to be doing anything about it and so really neither did he. He just sat there on the bed as if he didn't exist.

"Everything's going to be okay, Chris," Susan declared between kisses. "I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but everything's going to be fine."

"Suz, I'm..."

"Shhh. Let momma make you all better," she declared, kissing away from his mouth, lips trailing his bare chest.

Her fingers deftly slipped under Chris's waistband. The couple arched up to allow Susan to slip his pants off. Eddie's eyes widened and he tried to look away, but the very fact that Chris's cock sprang completely free of the pants, clearly indicating he was going commando once more, cemented him in place. He watched in wonderment, feeling quite a bit dirty to still be sitting on the bed as Susan sucked Chris's cock into her mouth. Eddie was completely hypnotized by it for some reason, watching her head bob up and down, her lips caress her boyfriend greedily.

"Oh yes," Chris groaned, his hand suddenly reaching out to Eddie. "Suck it good, baby."

Pulling away from Chris's reach, he finally found the motive to move off of the bed. While Chris glanced his way, Susan still did not seem to see him at all. But then again had he been sucking Chris's cock, he probably wouldn't be paying any attention to anyone else either.

"Stop, stop," Chris moaned.

Susan's mouth came off of his cock with a load pop, "Why, baby?"

He merely motioned to her. Her mouth met his again while his hands groped her, finding the button of her jeans. Susan pushed his hands away and quickly climbed off the bed. She quickly disrobed, her actions freezing Eddie where he was standing a step or two from the closed bedroom door. His eyes went wide as he watched Susan lower herself onto Chris's shiny cock. Soon the groaning and moaning in the room doubled. Completely unbidden Eddie found his jealousy being overtaken by lust. He had every instinct to either pull Susan off of Chris's cock and jump on himself or hurry downstairs and plow his girlfriend, wherever she was.

For some reason Eddie glanced to the mirror at his left and froze. Where there should have been his own reflection there was nothing. He waved and still saw nothing. In fact the only motion in the mirror was the couple fucking. He was completely invisible. How the fuck had that happened?

"Uh... uh... right there," Chris's hands pulled Susan quickly down onto him as he thrust up into her.

From her screams and Chris's pantings, Eddie was certain the couple had just climaxed. Emboldened by his new discovery he headed back over to the bed. He looked down at Chris, who now had his girlfriend laying on him, trying to catch her breath. Surprisingly Chris looked directly up at Eddie and smiled mischievously.

Touch her. I know you want to. Chris's voice suddenly rang loud and clear in Eddie's head.

How did you do that? he instantly replied.

Who fucking cares? Touch her before she collects herself. She's not a bad fuck. You can even pull me out and shove yourself into her pussy if you want. I'll make sure she doesn't know.

Chris, I—

It's okay, Ed. Really. Fuck her while you can and then I'll send her back down to your girlfriend and you and I can finish.

Stepping closer to the bed, Eddie reached out tentatively to touch Susan's ass. It was rounded than Beth's, something that actually did turn him. His fingers softly traced her posterior curve, causing her to giggle and shift on Chris. Eddie's hand snapped back. He couldn't be doing that. It was one thing to fool around with Chris. It was something else to fool around with someone who apparently didn't know he was there.

"SUSAN!" a muffled shout filtered through the closed door.

"Babe, I'll be back. I'll go see what she wants," Susan declared, stretching up to kiss Chris before she gently pulled off of him.

Eddie's eyes instantly snapped to Chris's semi-erect cock, glistening with Susan's juices. He practically bumped into her as she dressed quickly, forgoing putting her undergarments on. His gaze flicked to Chris and alarm filled his body. The look on Chris's face was one of panic, not contentment from being thoroughly fucked a moment before.

Barely noticing the brunette slip out of the room and close the door behind her, Eddie asked, "What's wrong, Chris?"

"They're here. They're downstairs right now," he muttered, suddenly snapping into action to get dressed. "They've come for me."

"And they're not going to take you. Susan isn't about to let some stranger come up here for you," Eddie declared, glancing once more at his non-reflection. "And why the fuck am I invisible?"

"I don't know," he pulled his pants on. "I've never returned powers before, Ed. It's probably just a side effect because I can see you just fine."

"Fine. We'll use it to our advantage. I'll just go down there and—"

"No," Chris's eyes darted to him. "They're coming up the stairs now. Fuck."

"What? Why would Susan let some strangers up here?"

Before Chris could answer the door opened. In stepped a tall dark man. His eyes fastened quickly upon Chris and he grinned. Eddie felt chills run down his spine, certain the same was happening for Chris. There was an odd recognition about the man, as if they had met before. But as Eddie thought about it, he realized the man was from the agency and had actually been with the record company that Pearl Jam signed with. That explains it.

"Your girlfriend was lucky, getting to come twice before she died. Once while that slut sucked her clit and once while you fucked her. So lucky," the man leered.

Chris still hadn't moved since the man stepped into the room, just stood there, his hands on the button of his jeans, his eyes focused on the man. Eddie could almost see Chris's pulse throbbing in his temple, his teeth grinding.

"I killed the other bitch too. She hardly resisted at all," the man cracked his fingers. "So where's that traitor Vedder? I saw him come into the house but I haven't seen him about at all."

Eyes wide Eddie suddenly realized his apparent invisibility was there advantage. As long as he avoided the squeaky spots on the floor, he'd be able to walk around to the man and knock him out. He and Chris could then escape.

No. Don't touch him. He kills people by absorbing their life-force.

Eddie's gaze snapped to Chris, How the hell do you know that?

I've heard of him before. And I heard Susan as she died.

Well fuck, what do you want me to do then?

Get out while you can. Save yourself.

Not about to respond to that, Eddie took a step forward. He tripped over Susan's panties and stumbled forward. His forehead hit the burly man's hand as he went down. Before Eddie even hit the ground all of his energy was sapped from him.

"What the fuck was that?" the man spun around, somehow just barely managing to not step on the unconscious Eddie.

"You came to kill me. Do it," Chris stated, trying to not glance down at the fallen man with any emotion in his eyes at all.

At that moment Chris wanted nothing more than to die. His girlfriend was dead, her final mind screams filling his a moment before the door opened. His lover lay on the floor, likely dead as well, though Eddie had not called out for Chris when he fell. And there was another dead woman downstairs, all his doing. All he needed was for the man to touch him and he too would perish. At least it would save the rest of the world from the black hole sun.

"Ha. I'm not here to kill you and you know that," he responded, pulling on steel-lined gloves. "I'm taking you to a special place where you belong, Chris."

"I'm not going anywhere with y—"

"Ha. Don't even try and fight it," his hand circled Chris's, the feeling of heavy shackles enclosing his arm. "Come on now."



Waking with a tongue the size of a small house and the pounding of a drumline in his head, Eddie rolled over onto his back. It took him a few minutes to realize he was not on the floor in his apartment. But he couldn't for the life of him figure out why he felt so fucking hung-over. He didn't remember drinking all that much lately. Ever so slowly he sat up, looking around. Blinking in the darkness, he stumbled to his feet, reaching around for some light. Knocking over a bedside lamp, Eddie clicked it on and looked around.

Chris's room. What the hell was he doing in Chr—oh yeah. He had come over to check on Chris because his girlfriend had called Eddie's girlfriend to rush him over. Then why the hell was he on the floor? And what time was it? Looking around for a clock, he spied a watch on the dresser. Heading over he picked it up. 316. And from the darkness that meant it was AM. Great.

Turning around he saw his reflection in the mirror and stepped closer. He looked like hell, even worse than if a brick house had hit him. What the hell had he done with Chris?

Reaching for the doorknob, he was a bit surprised when the door swung open before he even touched the metal. Apparently he had his powers back. Maybe that would explain his passing out, but not the fact that Chris was gone. Stepping out into the hall, he practically tripped over a body. Reaching for a light switch, he flicked it on and looked down. A very desiccated-looking something lay on the floor. It took two minutes of his staring down for Eddie to recognize the clothing on the body, a flash of sex in his mind connecting to it.

"Susan?" he muttered, kneeling next to the shriveled up woman. "Oh god, Susan. I'm so sorry."

Covering her instinctually with a rug he found nearby, Eddie headed downstairs to see what other horrors he could uncover. He knew that Susan's death was surely related to Chris and his powers and only knew what untold tragedies that could mean for him downstairs. He hoped to God or any other power that none of Chris's housemates had been home, that Susan had been the only casualty.

However he instantly knew that wasn't right as he reached the bottom of the steps. He had come to the house with his girlfriend. The shriveled up corpse near the front door could be no one but her. He knew without looking and yet he knelt beside her anyways. His fingers danced over her wrinkled skin. His eyes widened as the skin smoothed out, regained the color of life. The longer he touched her, the more he began to recognize her.

Suddenly Beth coughed and sat up. She rubbed her eyes before looking at her boyfriend. Rubbing her eyes again she stared at him.

"Eddie, you're glowing," she muttered.

He didn't say anything, but turned and ran up the stairs. Pulling the rug off of Susan quickly, he ignored the sounds of Beth slowly ascending the steps. Kneeling next to Chris's girlfriend, he touched her forehead not unlike how he had Beth's, watching the same thing happen to her. Susan suddenly gasped, her chest arching up from the floor as her eyes went wide. Eddie was suddenly pushed aside as Beth embraced her, tears running down her cheeks. The two women clung to each other for a moment, Eddie staring incredulously at his fingertips.

"Eddie, where's Chris?" Susan asked, her tone strong and clear.

"I... I don't know," he answered.

"Well tell me what you do know and quickly," she got to her feet.



The walls were so very cold, almost like the hole in his soul. Though he was certain his internal feeling were not the result of steel, Chris figured it was pretty the same thing. Cold internal pain reflected back by the cold external pain. He knew precisely why he was in the steel box: they thought it would protect their thoughts. They were wrong, very wrong, but within the first hour of being there, Chris had tuned out all of their thoughts. Besides most of them were trivial things, things that didn't apply to him.

Pulling his knees to his chest, Chris played all of his memories over in his mind. From the first time he heard someone's thoughts to the last time he fucked Susan. Every little detail played over and over again, sometimes mashing with others. It was those memories that kept him from going insane and made him wish there was some way out of his situation. At least the ones he loved, Susan and Eddie, had died before he was to bring down the black hole sun. That was his only consolation.

Every now and then his thoughts would wander off to places unseen, things undone. But they were always interrupted with the vision of the end of the world he was to bring. He couldn't see any way around it. He was going to ruin the world. He couldn't even kill himself to stop it since they had been very careful of what they allowed in the holding cell with Chris unattended. Even his meals were taken with a very watchful Scott Weiland. That had actually surprised him. He hadn't expected Scott to be on the other side, but as his superpowers were weak after some internal debate Chris figured it was the only option for the weaker man. What it came down to was the fact that Chris was not allowed alone with anything he could use as a weapon to kill himself. And when he was alone, all he had was his thoughts in the cold steel room.

And no one alive to come rescue him. Depression had never hurt so bad.