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Kerry pinched the bridge of his nose glaring at the show host. The man beside him was dressed up to the nines his cyberware paled in comparison to his flashy outfit and honestly Kerry could spot a peacock like this a mile off. People like that always had to be the centre of attention, living life in the spotlight and pushing anyone who dares to step in their way to the kerb.
Honestly the rockerboy was sick of people like that.
This was supposed to be good press for his new album, but this jackass didn’t know where the line was. Kerry wrung his hands together nervously feeling the eyes of the packed audience all on him. Waiting for his next fuck up.
Singing in front of a crowd of thousands felt like nothing but interviews, red carpets and anything including those vulturous paparazzi were a candied panic attack waiting to happen. Evening out his breathing Kerry dragged his attention from the audience and back to his interviewer.
“Oh Kerry, this is the first we’re hearing about the new man in your life now stop being so shy and tell us everything”
The glint in his eyes along with an almost inhuman smile gave the rocker a feeling of unease in the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t possibly know about V right… Well not anymore than he himself had just let slip without thinking. God he could be an idiot, had his stupid brain gotten them both in trouble? Would V leave him for not being able to keep his mouth shut? The young merc was very big on his privacy, as much for their own safety as for the anonymity that his career demanded and now Kerry had blown that for him and surely saying anything would be read into beyond what he really meant now. If only the ground would open up and swallow him so he could just stop causing problems for 5 minutes.
Trying to keep his breathing even Kerry shook his head, eyeing the host like a deer in headlights “He’s nobody, I need to go…”
“Now Kerry…” The host stood up to block his exit “I believe your schedule was cleared just for us and your manager is nowhere in sight so tell the people what they want to know” His natural charisma barely covered the sting in the host’s drawl as he gestured to the wings where the rocker was startled to notice the eerie absence of his new manager and in her place surly security guards stood blocking his way to an exit.
Fiddling with the rings on one hand Kerry turned back to face the audience and cameras leering into his soul. “Fine. I’m in love with a merc. Wouldn’t say anything normally but something isn’t right an’-”
A large hand on his shoulder cut him off mid sentence as one of the security detail grabbed him and started to drag him from the stage
Struggling against the unwelcome presence Kerry threw his elbow backwards taking his captor by surprise as it connected sharply with his gut. Everything began to blur together as he felt a pressure on his throat and the world around him faded out leaving him barely enough time to hear his name shouted in desperation.
Waking up again the rocker found himself back in the villa he should call home with a small cat curled up purring on his chest. Gently trying to sit up without evicting the warm presence he tries to call out his voice rougher than he had been expecting “V?”
The man in question appeared before him, carefully taking his hands and wrapping a hand around the back of his head forcing the rocker to look at him before leaning in and pressing a light kiss to his input’s lips. Crouching beside his lover V stares longingly at him “I’m glad I was there but I think we may have to go public now”.
As Kerry gives him a questioning look V flicks on the TV where what feels like every celebrity gossip show is latching onto a picture of the merc bathed in darkness, eyes glowing red and malorian in hand; telling everyone of the now public love between the legendary rockerboy and the new king of the afterlife.