This is a sequel to Somebody Called Me Sebastian. It picks up two years after they last saw each other, and things have definitely changed since then.

Pairing: Curt/Brian {is there any other?}

Rating: NC-17 {yes, there be sex here, of a sort}

Warnings: m/m, angst, bad language, spoilers for the movie.

I hope you enjoy this. :)

~Silk

*****

Your Persian Eyes Sparkle

By Silk

He tried to forget about Curt Wild. Even Mandy commented on his particularly nasty mood the morning after Brian left Curt, but nothing she said or did helped. Finally Brian snapped, "Look, there's nothing to fucking talk about, okay? Nothing happened."

"If nothing happened, Brian, why are you so hot and bothered?" Mandy asked with none of her customary pseudo-genteel charm.

Because...nothing...happened, Brian thought, horrified for a moment that he'd spoken the words aloud. "I'm not," he lied, knowing that this was one secret he would be forced to keep. Or lose everything.

Mandy was more than tolerant of his affairs. God knew, she had her own vices which she freely indulged. But there were rules. Fucking was acceptable. Falling in love was not. That threatened the entire fabric of their marriage.

Oh, God, he couldn't be in love. Not with a man who was rumored to run wild at night like the wolves who allegedly raised him. Not with a man whose dark intensity rivaled his own. They would consume each other. Oh...but it would be wonderful while it lasted.

But he'd said no. To someone who made his heart sing just to look at him.

Brian's heart skipped a beat when Mandy touched his arm. "I'm glad you're not keeping anything from me."

"Um..." Brian made a noncommittal noise. "Why would I?"

Why indeed?

*****

Two years passed. Inspired by what Curt did onstage, Brian created a stir with his first music video. Jerry Devine was impressed. Impressed enough to offer Brian a management contract. It meant getting rid of Cecil.

Brian tried not to look Cecil in the eye when he cut him loose.

Jerry was going to make him a star. Surely Cecil couldn't begrudge him that. Could he?

*****

Brian buried Cecil in the back of his mind. Things were going well. Jerry was chuffed that he finally landed a deal that would give them the world. Or a small part of it, anyway. They were going to America.

Land of opportunity.

Land of...Curt Wild.

Brian didn't know who was more surprised, himself or Mandy, when he announced that he wanted to meet Curt Wild.

He could feel disapproval radiating from her entire body from across the room. "You object?"

She sidestepped the question with one of her own. "Funny he was the first thing that came to mind, isn't it?"

For a moment, Brian thought she knew. Sometimes Mandy had this uncanny ability to see inside him and read what he was really feeling. It used to make him feel closer to her. Now it made him feel vulnerable. He didn't like feeling that way.

"Not at all. I've always wanted to tell him how impressed I was with his...work," Brian replied, stumbling slightly over the last word.

"Is that what they call it?" Mandy said spitefully.

Brian flashed her a quelling look and left the room. Mandy stared after him thoughtfully.

*****

America was wonderful. Not so New York. It was noisy, crowded and dirty. Not unlike the club where they found Curt Wild.

Elektra Records roped in a perky young gopher named Paul to lead Brian, Mandy, Jerry, and the rest of the band on their merry adventure, which terminated in an absolute hole called, appropriately enough, Decadence. Celebrities abounded, but Brian had eyes for only one.

They found Curt sandwiched between two overly made-up young girls, slumped against the back of a disreputable looking couch. Paul introduced Brian, who could barely wait to have an excuse to touch Curt and held out his hand expectantly.

Curt stuck a cigarette between his lips and stared vacantly in Brian's direction.

"I just want to tell you how much I like your work. Smashing. Really tops," Brian said, way too brightly.

"Yeah. Smash-ing," Curt managed to utter before his head lolled back and his eyes rolled up.

The two girls giggled nervously. They were evidently unsurprised by Curt's drug use. But Brian was. The last time he'd seen Curt, Curt swore that he was trying to kick the drugs. Either he'd had a relapse...or he'd lied.

Brian wondered what else Curt might have lied about.

He heard his wife laughing behind him, and he colored furiously. How dare she laugh at him. He didn't know how he knew, but he did. Her laughter wasn't for poor, pathetic Curt, but for him. Poor besotted fool that he was.

Curt didn't even remember him. So much for what might have been.

Damn him to hell.

*****

"I don't know why you want this, Brian. I'm still not convinced that it's a good idea."

"You worry too much, Jerry."

"That's what they pay me for, kid."

They sat down at the luxuriously appointed table in the hotel restaurant and waited for Curt Wild. Against his better judgment, Brian was going to offer him a business proposition. He wanted Curt to come to London to cut a record with him. It was strictly a professional collaboration and nothing more.

At least that was what Brian told himself in his less obsessive moments. He couldn't stop thinking about Curt. Ever since they arrived in America, he was plagued by the most damnable ambivalence. Sometimes he hated Curt for not returning his feelings...sometimes he wanted him so badly, his groin ached.

He refused to chase him. No matter how prettily his Persian eyes sparkled.

*****

When Curt arrived, late and looking rather like he'd fallen off the wrong end of a truck, he apologized. But he didn't mean it. When he'd come to in his hotel room, he remembered bits and pieces of the previous night. Mostly Brian. Always fucking Brian. Or maybe it was not fucking Brian that he meant.

He should have taken him two years ago. He should have shagged his candy ass against the nearest tree and to hell with what Brian wanted. Then maybe he could have had some peace. Gotten him out of his system. Once and for all.

But the reality was...they were here now. Together.

Well, maybe.

*****

Jerry outlined the record deal for Curt, suddenly glad that Brian had suggested it. There was a serious moneymaking opportunity here, and he meant to seize it.

Curt seemed quiet. Too quiet. That worried Jerry. "Do you understand?"

"What am I, a fucking moron? Of course I understand. You want me to cut a record with Brian in London."

"Very good." Pause. "Are you interested?"

"Why doesn't Brian ask me that question?" Curt said, directing his gaze to the young man sitting to Jerry's right.

"All right. Curt, would you like to come to London and cut a record with me?"

"Why?"

Brian raised an eyebrow. "Why? What do you mean, why? To make money, of course."

"Of course. You wouldn't have any other reason to want me there, would you?"

Brian's light blue eyes turned glacial. "No. Why would I?"

"You know why," Curt said, fully aware that Jerry had no idea what they were talking about.

"Umm...fellas, do we have a deal or not?" Jerry interjected.

"Ask him," Curt snapped.

"Brian?" Jerry cast a puzzled glance at his supposed charge.

"Leave it be, Jerry. Why don't you go? I'll work out the final details with Curt here," Brian ground out between clenched teeth.

"Are you sure? I did want to meet Shannon-"

"Go," Brian commanded.

As soon as Jerry left the table, the two men fell silent, glaring at each other with rare animosity. Finally Brian broke the tension with a hissed, "So...you forgot all about me."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Two years ago. We met two years ago. But you don't fucking remember, do you?"

"I remember plenty. Just because I was doped up last night when you decided to drop by, Your Majesty, doesn't mean I don't remember you."

Aghast at what he'd inadvertently revealed to Curt, Brian hid his hurt behind a carefully placed hand on his face.

"You thought about me after you left," Curt announced gleefully.

"I did not," Brian lied.

"Yes, you did. You kept thinking about me, too. I can tell."

Brian stared down at his empty plate. They'd never ordered food. Now he had no appetite anyway. "Don't be bloody stupid."

"Why'd you cut your hair?"

Startled by the abrupt change of subject, Brian jerked his head up, his somber expression surprisingly easy to read. "I-I just-"

"It was because of me, wasn't it? You knew how much I loved your hair. I told you I had a thing for it. The way it caressed your left cheek. The way it flowed like silk down your back."

"Stop it! You're mocking me!"

Curt shook his head wonderingly. "No, man. I'm not. I'm fucking pissed at you. But I wouldn't make fun of you."

"Why are you pissed? I'm the one who should be pissed."

Curt reached across the table and took Brian's hand. Brian swallowed hard and looked down at their joined hands. He was fighting the inevitable. "Why, babe? You got what you wanted."

"No, I didn't," Brian whispered.

"Oh, yeah? You want to tell me about it?" Curt's voice was so low and throaty, it flowed over Brian's tortured senses like caramel.

"You'll laugh."

Curt pulled Brian's hand to his lips and kissed it. Brian blinked away the moisture that suddenly filled his eyes. "I promise not to laugh, man. There's nothing funny about the way I feel about you."

"You never said-"

"I didn't want to scare you away. But I did anyway," Curt said sadly.

"I wasn't scared of you. I was scared of myself. What you made me feel," Brian murmured.

"You got something against feeling good?" Curt asked, apparently amused.

"I *can't* love you."

"Then don't."

"I can't do that either," Brian said wretchedly.

"Then let me make it easy for you." Suddenly Curt was there, beside him, looking deep into his eyes. Right before he kissed him.

Curt sighed, his breath ruffling Brian's hair. "If I lied about anything, it's that I never told you what you meant to me. I'm in love with you, Brian. You don't have to love me back."

This time Brian couldn't blink away the tears that gathered. "Too late."

"Oh, man."

"Did you know your Persian eyes sparkle?" Brian asked, biting his lip anxiously.

"Did you know I just kissed you in front of a restaurant full of people?"

"I don't care."

"But what will people think?" Curt teased the younger man.

"That you make me smile," Brian said. Right before he kissed him back.

"Do you know how many nights I dreamed of making love to you?" Curt whispered against his mouth.

Brian accepted the caress, his eyes entreating more. "Mmm..."

"Did you hear? Curt Wild's going to London to cut a record with Brian Slade," Curt told Brian.

"Oh? I thought you weren't interested in making money."

"I'm not. I just want to be with my main man."

"I don't have to check out of here till noon."

"What time is it?"

"9:30."

"Where's your room?" Curt asked, nuzzling Brian's neck.

"Too far."

Curt laughed. "You *are* a slut, babe."

"No. This time it's *love*."

And there was something so peaceful in Brian's eyes that Curt just had to kiss him one more time.

*****

They were lucky. The elevator was empty. The minute the doors closed, Curt had Brian pressed up against the wall, his teeth raking the nape of his neck. "I wish you hadn't cut your hair. It was so beautiful, man."

"It's just hair, Curt," Brian said, peeking over his shoulder to gaze quite dreamily into Curt's blue-gray eyes.

"I loved your hair," Curt said, completely unaware that he was returning Brian's rapt look.

"I loved *you*. I realized it almost as soon as I left you. It's been eating away at me for the past couple of years."

"And now?"

"I still do," Brian whispered.

They kissed fervently, their mouths warm and wet and fitting together in a way that was as perfect as it was unexpected. Brian arched his back, inadvertently rubbing against Curt's groin. Curt groaned and covered him, nestling his hardness against the softness that was Brian's ass. "God, you feel good."

"I hope this means when we get to my room, you're going to fuck me."

"What if your wife is there?"

Brian twisted around to face Curt. "Let her get her own man."

"She probably thinks she already does," Curt reminded Brian.

"Not anymore." Brian kissed Curt, his tongue instinctively searching for and finding his lover's. "I want *you*. I love *you*."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that, man. But what if-"

"Are you having second thoughts about being with me, Curt?"

"Never."

With that, Curt slid to his knees between Brian's legs and mouthed the insistent bulge there. Brian leaned against the wall and spread his legs appreciatively, his hands tangling themselves in Curt's hair.

"I bet I can make you come before we get to your floor," Curt said, looking up at him.

Brian grinned. "I don't think so."

"Why?"

"Cause we just passed my floor."

End