Title: The God and the angel

Fandom: Velvet Goldmine

Pairing: Curt/Arthur/Mandy

Rating: K+

Summary: After the Death of Glitter concert Curt goes backstage and meets Mandy. He catches sight of Arthur.

Warnings: There is only one place in this chapter where I use "Dammit".

Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me. The characters and the story are from Velvet Goldmine. (For the moment I will only follow the story of Curt and Arthur from the Death of Glitter concert.)

The first look

He walked backstage, his whole body covered with sweat after the effort of signing. He was lost in his thoughts still carrying the pain that had overwhelmed him when he's started signing that song. Feelings that he'd thought buried had taken control of his body, making him soak into the song.

Dammit. He thought he was over all of this. It seemed he was wrong. All the bitterness, the anger had taken hold of him to finally let him empty and more in grief than before, tears falling from his eyes as he finished the song.

Remembering of Brian was always painful.

Suddenly a pair of arms grabbed him and pulled him into a long and warm hug.

" That was really beautiful!" Curt leaned into the hug, glad for this moment of oblivion and comfort.

" Yeah?" Curt asked helpfully. Coming from Mandy this was genuinely heart-warming.

"Yeah!"

"Thanks!"

Everyone had been surprised by the friendship born between the two of them after the coldness and indifference of their former relationship. They had barely talked to each other during the time Brian was with Curt. But after they bumped into each other a month or two ago, they had started to talk about the past and what had happen and finally, they'd realized that they had something in common: Brian. Since then, they'd started to see each other and go out from time to time. That's when Curt had invited Mandy to the concert. After all, they were alike. They were both exes of Brian; they had gone through the same things.

But now Curt had something on his mind.

"Did you see – uh?" he asked, a little smile burgeoning on his lips. He couldn't help it. He needed to know. Even now, after all the time that had passed there was still a tinge of hope in his heart.

Mandy bent his head a little and seemed to hesitate for a second but then answered clearly:

" No I didn't see him."

Curt's smile faded as he thought of the stupidity of his question. Yeah. Like Brian could still care about him. If he ever had.

He looked back to Mandy, but she had turned her head and took a brief look at something. He followed her gaze and his eyes met the one's of a boy standing a few steps away. His cheeks blushed a little when he realized he'd been staring at them since they went backstage.

'Nice face' thought Curt. Despite the dim light, he could see the beauty of his features under the large amount of make-up. He was young. Curt wouldn't give him more than seventeen. Another fan. Another one came to pay tribute to the vanishing glam rock. There were hundreds of them tonight, all dressed up in glamorous outfits and all wearing glimmering make-up.

But this one had something special. There was something…angelic…about him.

And then he smiled at him.

Not a smile of lust trying to capture his attention. Just a little and shy smile full of respectful interest. Full of admiration. No he was definitely not like the others.

Mandy hugged him again and he was forced to break the gaze. He came back smiling to her and she offered him to go take a drink together. He nodded and she started walking toward the bar. Taking his silver-leopard jacket he followed her steps. He could still feel the young boy's gaze on his back.

Even if it was well into the night, most of the people who had came to the concert were still there. Music was coming from the jukebox, almost covered by the noise of the talks.

Mandy had left a couple minutes ago. They had talked together like old friends while taking a few drinks, beer for Curt. And before leaving, Mandy had given him one last hug promising she would contact soon.

Curt ground his cigarette in a nearby ashtray. The night wasn't finish yet and he was already longing for his bed. He smothered a smirk, remembering he didn't have one.

He looked up and noticed a face in the crowd. He removed the lock of hair from his face and recognized the boy. It was that kid from backstage. The one with the angelic face. He was still here. And he was looking at him.

Curt idly wondered for how long he had been staring.

He was more than acquainted to constantly have the eyes of people on him. Sometimes full lust. Other times full of distaste. But Curt wouldn't mind to have the full attention of that pair of eyes.

'Cause, there was something different about this one. He wasn't like the other fans that had came tonight. He was a way more attractive than them.

What was it about him Curt found so captivating?

Was it his eyes, like two jewels, sparkling softly in the dim light, with just a little touch of sadness in them? Maybe his mouth. His full and luscious lips, almost pouting. Or maybe, just the way he was acting, the way he looked, with this indescribable air of pureness, of innocence that was beaming from him. The manner he was looking at him so...intently.

Oh God, he wanted him! He wanted to capture this spirit of him and keep it forever in him, for the times when he would need something to cherish.

Well. They would meet. But not here.

The place was too noisy and not cozy enough for that. He wanted to concentrate on each second he would pass with that kid, remember all the details, each sensation, each feeling. Yeah, he wanted to feel it, and Curt was sure that with that boy, he would be entirely satisfied.

He turned to the bar and swallowed his last gulp of beer. Then he stood up and began to walk slowly in the boy's direction. When he arrived in front of him, he gave the boy a heated glance and then made him a meaningful wink before continuing his way. Taking his time, he reached the door, turned his head to take a last peek at the kid before he made his way to the stairs leading to the roof.

To be continued

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