Famine/Pollution Fanmix & Drabbles
While you could easily appreciate this without a speckle of backstory, I'm going to give you one anyhow. The timeline that plays out here takes us from Pollution's "birth" after Pestilence's retirement, through his stormy relationship with Famine, their breakup, finally to the point where they meet again during the events of canon, and aftermath.

This is accompanied by a series of drabbles overall rated NC-17. They are not included in the .rar file.

Individual song files are direct links, not download links. "Right click" + "Save As" should save it for you though.






Toxic - Local H

With a taste of your lips
I’m on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I’m addicted to you
Don’t you know that you’re toxic
And I love what you do
Don’t you know that you’re toxic

His mouth tasted like antifreeze even before such a thing had been invented; sweet and burning as his lips pressed into Raven's for a searing kiss. He'd always been repulsed by things so saccharine, and even with this new creature pressing itself up against him in a dingy apartment, barefoot and dirty, he was a bit sickened by it. But damn the child, he couldn't make himself stop tasting his delicious skin. Thin mouth and rough goatee brushed moved over a neck that had never before been violated, sucking, biting, and leaving bruises and teeth-shaped marks over the fair flesh.

20th Century Boy - Placebo

Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood
I move like a rat, talk like a cat, sting like a bee
Babe i'm gonna be your man
And it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your toy Your twentieth century boy

Famine always considered himself a bit dated, always just behind the latest fad and fashion. Scarlet gave him hell for it – calling him old and joking about his 'bad back'. The cane didn't help his case much, probably. But Pollution was quite the opposite. He was everything about the now – hopelessly impulsive and always right on top of what was going on, trying to figure out how to exploit it and use it to his advantage. Anything that he could get his grubby little fingers on he was in to. Raven found it both a little obnoxious and terribly endearing.

Figured You Out - Nickleback

I like your pants around your feet
I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease

His grey eyes stared up unblinkingly from where he was positioned on his knees on the floor, licking plump lips and looking so angelic and so tainted all at the same time. "Please?" he murmured, fingering Raven's belt, sliding it through the buckle, fingers working the button, sliding zip down, smoothing hands over bare stomach.

"Stop it," Raven said, batting his hands away and gripping long, white hair. "Ask nicely."

Pollution grinned and batted long lashes. "Please Doctor Sable. I need it so bad and you're the only one who can give it to me."

Raven nodded, smirking, "Of course."

Demon Speeding - Rob Zombie

Hey do ya love it when the kids are screaming
Wrecking on the road violate their dreaming
Hey, do ya love to see the filth in the clean
Get into the gone all american dream

What had motivated Raven to buy the boy a car was still a mystery, but it seemed to be proving its worth. Pollution knelt on the backseat, clutching the back of the frontseat with one hand and gripping Raven's thigh with the other as the man slammed into him. He had the most delicious moans, Raven decided, speeding the movement of his hips to get him to scream louder. He loved the sound of his name on those filthy lips, begging and cursing so beautifully. He came with a cry, nails drawing blood on Raven's leg, pale skin flushed pink.

There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey... - Panic! At the Disco

Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears.
And keep telling yourself that "I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table,
they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin.

I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"

The little oil slick seemed to clean up quite well – dress slacks, button-down shirt, polished shoes all white and his diamond cufflinks expertly fastened in place made him look almost… elegant. The opera was a shameless excuse to flaunt Pollution like the arm candy he was meant to be. He was nephew instead of kept boy for just a few hours. Wives of business partners gushed over him, offering up daughters for him to court while all the while Pollution was thinking up terrible, dirty things to do to Raven when they got back to make him pay for this.

Come Together - Joe Cocker

He bag production he got walrus gumboot
He got Ono sideboard he one spinal cracker
He got feet down below his knee
Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease
Come together right now over me

It took no time for Pollution to get into the groove of his new job. He took to it easier than the rest had. His planning was meticulous – a flurry of notes and ink-stained fingertips smudging everything they touched, pen scratching ruthlessly across paper until every formula and composition was mapped out, and then he would put it all into effect. He was like a composer and the great, wide, disgusting world was his masterpiece. There were times when Raven had to just stand back and admire the process while he waited for the boy to come back to bed.

Poison - Alice Cooper

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

For a moment, he thought he'd stepped into the wrong room. He started at long pale legs clad in tight white stockings, already thin waist made even smaller with a corset, white curls falling on bare shoulders, and little more. His breath caught when the blonde rolled over and smirked up at him, stretching out on his back and draping his arms over his head. It took a moment for Raven to recover his senses before he slowly, carefully started to strip Pollution of each of those delicate garments while murmuring sweet, wicked praises over each inch of revealed skin.

Tainted Love - Marilyn Manson

Once I ran to you
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Tainted love

Betrayal was the bitterest thing Pollution had ever tasted. No drug, no chemical could come close to the alkaline and thick taste of jealousy, and nothing could ever repair the wound from the knife shoved hilt-deep right between his shoulder blades. Pestilence would pay for this if Pollution had to cease to exist himself to snuff him out of existence. Funny that he blamed his predecessor and not his lover, who was just as guilty in Pollution's eyes. Maybe he'd have to make them both pay. Soon he was packed and gone with no sign that he'd ever been there.

Not An Addict - K's Choice

The deeper you stick it in your vein
The deeper the thoughts there's no more pain
I'm in heaven, I'm a god
I'm everywhere, I feel so hot
It's not a habit, it's cool
I feel alive
If you don't have it your on
the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)

There was no note, nothing. His things were gone, he was gone, and Raven didn't have any idea when or even if he would be coming back. He'd never felt anything like this before – the choking feel of despair. He searched the house again, looking for any clue, but the only time that Pollution didn't leave a mess behind him was when he had run off. There hadn't been a fight or anything that might have led to this. He knew two things, though: that he was to blame for this, somehow, and that he needed to find the boy.

Call Me When You're Sober - Evanescence

Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.

The little coke-angel was back after half a century, stoned out of his mind and completely ignoring Raven. He'd sidled up to Death, who was playing with a bottle of morphine, asking the boy to ask nicely for it. With the same look that he used to give Raven just before sucking him off, Pollution asked for it, sweetly, and Death handed it over with a chuckle and a pat on the head. Raven was disgusted with the whole scene, but all he could think about was nailing the blonde to the floor and making up for fifty-some missed years.

Ode to Serotonin - Nightmare of You

I'm utterly depraved, let's do it on your terrace
And the rain will catch the notches on our backs
Exchanging spit through our sloppy kisses
Where the water tastes like perfumes of the docks
We're meant symmetrically!
And hand in hand we're strolling gorgeously
O soaring dove, I'm quite sure this is love...

Losing the war was really more like a vacation. The world couldn't turn without any of them, and so they were given a bit of time for their efforts before they'd be sent back Up There to wait it out until the sides decided to have at it again. Raven spent the time going between scolding Pollution for being an impetuous child and leaving without knowing the whole story and pulling him into his arms and telling him to never, ever scare him like that again. Horseman or not, he still had feelings and, damn it, he could still love.

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