The Closest To Heaven (Lucky)

[VENOM DIMINUENDO,]

Venom had tried almost everything to win Lucky back. He'd said every word that he could possibly think of to get him back, but none of it had worked. He would do anything to get him back, even if it meant potentially humiliating himself in front of a crowd of thousands of people, all there to see Lucky.

Ven waited for the end of their last song on stage, and then took in a deep breath. Lucky shouted down the mic his usual farewell of something crude that for some reason drove the crowd crazy. Venom hated the way Lucky didn't even look at him during shows anymore.. None of the fans had even noticed that, apparently.

He walked up to Lucky's microphone, and looked out into the crowd, quickly scanning over every face in the first few lines. "I love Lucky, more than any of you can understand," he said, telling himself that he shouldn't be nervous because he's played on stage millions of times before, and he hardly got nervous then. "And things right now are messed up. But you don't need to know about that. You just need to listen to this next song. Lucky.. you can just stand and listen.. or walk away. Whatever."

Venom had been preparing for this day for a while. But right now seemed like a good time to let Lucky hear the song he'd written for him. He'd somehow convinced the rest of the band to play with him (mostly through bribes), so he had a full band playing with him, and they all knew the parts.. or if they didn't, they'd fuck it all up for him.

Venom cleared his throat, and quickly picked up an acoustic guitar in place of his electric. He began to strum on the strings, and then began to sing. He'd never sung in front of an audience before. Not even in front of friends. So he had no idea whether or not people would think that he was good..

"And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am."

He looked out at the audience. A lot of them look mildly surprised, but most of them looked happy. He'd kept his focus away from their faces while he was singing, so hadn't noticed whether they were into it or not, but it sounded as though they were from the cheers that erupted seconds later. It was nothing compared to the praise Lucky got, of course. This wasn't even their type of music, he didn't expect. But at least he hadn't got booed off the stage. And really, the only thing that mattered was Lucky. Venom desperately hoped that he liked it, and even more desperately that he'd at least consider taking him back. But really, how much was there that you could do with a song? And Lucky wasn't the romantic or sentimental type. Venom was taking a risk, and it could horribly backfire.

NOTE: If you don't know the song Iris - Goo Goo Dolls (which i totez stole this from due to lack of anything better or anything remotely romantic by bvb that I hadn't already designated to Amy), then clcik the picture of Andy up top! It'll link you to it. ;] PRETEND ven wrote it.. and pretend it's more relevant. pahah, i'm too lazy..

[LUCKY TYLER BLACK,]

Recently the only thing that made Lucky feel somewhat normal again was shows. He, like always, lost himself in them. The screams just drowned out all the bullshit he was dealing with. Number one bullshit, Venom. Lucky had been dealing with him since they broke up, and yes he knew it was his fault, and that he could be happy again if they got back together. But still, when Lucky looked at him long enough he got that sick feeling, and just didn’t trust him. Lucky knew that it was probably killing Venom, but it was killing him worse. He just didn’t show it.

The fact that Venom was there when they did shows was kind of a bummer. He hated looking over his shoulder and seeing him there. He just needed an escape. See Lucky wasn’t a guy of many emotions. He just sort of felt what he felt, and that was pretty much hungry, horny, or sleepy. But Venom just sort of came in and gave him something else, not a lot more, but a lot of him. Lucky liked it. It was nice to feel something back, and then Venom took it away. He hated Venom for making him hate him. And also for making it so hard to keep that hate.

Like right then, Lucky wouldn’t dare look over his shoulder because he would see Venom. He would see Venom playing, and Lucky loved Venom playing. He’d hop over there and do his usual grinding, grabbing, touching, licking, any form of over sexual contact for the screaming fans. But Lucky knew that Venom would hate it.

He got through the songs and was so upset when finally they were ending their last one. Lucky dreaded having to walk off the stage and going back to being heartbroken, and a dick. He was tired of being an asshole to Venom to keep from taking him back, and tired of actually crying. Yes, Lucky had cried over this several times. He wasn’t used to feeling the way Venom made him felt. It terrified him more than anything. He just wanted to hurt Venom back, and worse.

To his honest surprise Venom actually started talking to the audience, he never did that. Lucky blink up at him, with a look of honest shock, and glanced into the audience to see the same faces of several other people. Then Venom, of course, had to play a fucking song. Oh, Lucky was so rightly pissed. He hated people in his spotlight, he hated Venom, and he hated looking at Venom, and he hated looking like a pussy. All the things that Venom was doing.

However Lucky did listen, he did care at least. And he was curious. The song was honest to say that least. And standing up there watching him, the pissed look was sliding off his face. Lucky knew what was happening and he hated it. He was forgiving. He hated it, he felt sick, and he wanted too walk away but he couldn’t. He just looked at Venom, and listened to every damn word. He didn’t blink or show emotion, he just stared at him.

Then it was over, and to Lucky’s actual surprise people actually applauded. Then there was this awkward silence like they wanted him to actually say something. Lucky chewed on his lip, not so much nervous and blank. He cleared his throat, and grabbed the mic off the stand. “Fuck” He breathed into it, before moving his eyes from the floor up to Venom. “You are the only person who can break my heart.” He was hoping that would be enough to make it very clear that all this shit was over, but in case he added. “I got over it, but I’m still under you” He pulled the mic away like he was done, but then stopped himself, having to make one more comment. “Please never sing in public again.” He wasn’t that bad, but wasn’t a sound for Lucky.

[VENOM DIMINUENDO,]

Venom waited during the awkward pause while the crowd remain silent for Lucky to respond, feeling exceedingly self-conscious. His heart was thumping against his chest, and he was now really worried that Lucky hadn't liked it. He didn't exactly look as though he'd enjoyed it greatly, but Lucky was good at hiding his emotions.

Lucky took the mic off the stand, and Venom stared at him as he said “Fuck,” into it. Venom didn't know what to make of that single word. It could have meant 'fuck, i love you,' 'fuck, i loved that song,' 'fuck, you suck,' or 'fuck, i hate you.' Venom was sure that given more thought, he could come up with more assumptions as to what that single word could mean.

Thankfully, he elaborated a little. “You are the only person who can break my heart.” Venom smiled a little, still looking into Lucky's yes, which had now met with his own. He guessed that that meant he loved him. “I got over it, but I’m still under you” This confused Venom. Could he not just say it straight out? A simple 'I love you,' or 'I'll take you back,' would be fine. Really, Venom couldn't tell whether he was saying he wanted to be with him again or not. He'd talk to him when they all went offstage..

“Please never sing in public again.”

Venom's expression changed from a confused smile to an offended and slightly irritated one the moment he said that. Now Ven felt really stupid. He turned to the crowd. "Was I shit?" He shook the thought away, not really wanting to hear the response, pulling off his jacket and throwing it into the crowd in the hopes that they'd scream about that instead, which they did. He frowned as he saw it rip, but shrugged and stalked off stage, not caring much because that particular one wasn't expensive.

* * *

Offstage, Venom grabbed onto Lucky's wrist, stopping him as he walked away, sliding his hand down to take Lucky's as he did so. "Hey. Sorry my singing was shit. Can you give me a straight answer though? Like, do you take me back or not?"

((I laughed for about 10 minutes at the last thing Lucky says. xD Hope this is okay.. like, wasn't sure what to do with this and stuff.))

[LUCKY TYLER BLACK,]

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Lucky couldn’t help but love the way that Venom was looking at him when he talked. Venom was hanging on every word and was pretty much going crazy for an answer. Lucky loved being a tease, especially for people like Ven. That might be why his responses were so mysterious. Lucky finished up and put his mic back, looking up at Ven who looked a mixture of hurt, happy, and mostly confused. They both knew they were done with this public shit, and Lucky waved goodnight not bothering to come up with his usual witty goodbye. He watched Venom throw this jacket into the crowd and glared at the area of the crowd that caught it. Lucky liked that jacket and none of them would pull it off like Venom did.

Lucky trotted down the steps into back stage and purposely did not look back at Venom. He was planning on not talking about this on the bus where Lucky could really answer his questions with a good blowjob, and tons of kisses. Sadly, nothing really went Lucky’s way these days he was on his way to the dressing room to grab a beer and smoke something when he felt Venom’s hands wrap around his wrist.

Lucky spun on the stop and looked up at him, keeping a blank face. He smiled a bit when he said his singing was shit. No, Lucky didn’t actually thing it was, he was just a dick. Venom’s voice wasn’t trained but it was sweet and honest. Not that Lucky would ever say anything in those words. Lucky let Venom hold his hand but didn’t make much of an effort to hold his back, he just stood there. “It could have been worse. The was very different then what you listen too.” Lucky assumed he knew everything about Venom. All the music he liked, all the food he liked, which people he found attractive. In Lucky’s head he knew Venom more than Venom ever would.

When Venom finally stopped talking, Lucky held his hand. “We are” he said still keeping his blank face. “You are my boyfriend, my love, my fuckbuddy, my bedwarmer, and any other thing a guy like you would say.” Lucky was kidding, clearly. Venom was just his boyfriend. Still Lucky got that feeling in his gut, like things were going to stop talking. For the first time in weeks her looked at Venom and felt good. He didn’t feel hurt right now. He leaned in and kissed his lips, very gently, more just trying to remember what he tasted like. He squeezed his hand and pulled away leaning his forehead on Venom’s. “I love you”

[VENOM DIMINUENDO,]

“It could have been worse. The was very different then what you listen too.”

Ven shrugged. "I didn't feel that screaming words about suicide would really get the message I was aiming for across," he said indifferently. Venom was a little annoyed that Lucky didn't seem to be holding his hand back, but everything recently annoyed Venom. He needed to learn not to be so irritable.

“We are. You are my boyfriend, my love, my fuckbuddy, my bedwarmer, and any other thing a guy like you would say.”

Venom didn't exactly like the last two words, but he guessed that Lucky didn't actually mean that. Ven kissed him back slowly, getting that annoying light-headed feeling that he used to get when he first got with Lucky and everything felt like a dream. He felt the familiar feeling of wanting to be closer to Lucky than humanly possible, and wanting to never be apart.

“I love you,” said Lucky. It felt as though that was the first time he'd said it. It actually seemed as though he meant it for once, for some reason. Venom had never really believe him that he loved him, mainly because he thought that it was too impossible for a guy like Lucky to love him. After years of being in love with somebody that Venom thought could never love him back, it did seem impossible that they could finally be together. Apparently it had taken Venom this long to figure out that maybe he did love him. It had taken a heart-break for Ven to realize how careful he needed to be, and how much he wanted to just.. protect Lucky. He couldn't protect Lucky physically, because he wasn't strong enough, but he could try. He wanted to protect his heart. He hated it when people insulted Lucky, or made any assumptions about him, and he wouldn't let people do that anymore. He'd also never hurt him again. It was ironic that the thing Venom had been most scared that Lucky would do to him was actually the thing that he'd do to Lucky.

"I love you too," he whispered, kissing Lucky again. "Thank you for taking me back," he added. "You are my life, and I nearly lost you. I'm sorry." Ven smiled. "What I just said was so nearly a twilight quote.. I'm an idiot."

((Heeeeey Dia.. can we thread them at the signing tables or something with fans? I just wanna see what they'd be like with their fans.))

[LUCKY TYLER BLACK,]

Lucky just sort of stood there, holding Venom against him. He just felt like they had been too far apart for too long at the he had to make up for it right there, right now. So Lucky didn’t want to say anything, he didn’t have anything to say. He just pulled away from their kiss and tightened his grip on Venom, leaning his chin on his shoulder, pressing himself onto Venom. It felt pretty amazing. Lucky could hear techies wandering around and passing them, staring at them, whispering. Lucky didn’t give two shits right now who saw them. He wasn’t done.

The noise from the crowd was starting to fade and Lucky’s only thought was getting back to the bus and pretty much fucking Venom, or hugging Venom, touching Venom. Lucky didn’t care. He just wanted to be alone. He let him go and smiled up at him, kissing his lips again gently. “That was the most pussy thing you’ve ever said. But you earned me back.” Lucky said moving away and grabbing his hand again. Lucky had problems with saying sweet things but normally showing affections wasn’t much of a problem.

Lucky was getting ready to just drag him back to the bus and pretty much rip him to shreds, when a door opened and the backstage fans walked in. Lucky thought they all looked the same. Mostly girls, teens or young adults. See, boys liked their band but didn’t care about them. The girls got more obsessed with Lucky himself. The group was all holding onto their passes like they were diamond rings. They weren’t screaming, or spazzing but you could clearly tell they were all trying to look cool and calm. Lucky smiled at them though in his head he just wanted to run away. He waved and to them and offered a hug to the first two, carefully avoiding the one awkward looking on in the back.

The girls all gushed and did the normal fan talk of how good they were and how much they loved them. Lucky nodded along, and gave Venom a look. He was still holding Venom’s hand and didn’t have a plan to let go until the mod just kind of pulled them apart and Lucky was forced into taking pictures with his signature pouting face. Lucky was mobbed, Venom was just crowded. That’s kind of how this went.

[VENOM DIMINUENDO,]

“That was the most pussy thing you’ve ever said. But you earned me back.”

"Really? It wasn't the most pussy thing was that time I quoted Snow Patrol or something.. There's seriously something wrong with me.. I don't even like Snow Patrol." He sighed. Venom was trying to sound normal, like things had been before, but it was hard. He was just too happy and relieved to have Lucky back.

Just as he was getting comfortable in Lucky's arms, his thoughts drifting to what they'd do when the two of them were alone, when a few fans came walking in.

They really did kill the mood. Venom normally hated fans, but right now he wanted to punch the girls in the face and tell them to fuck off. Couldn't they tell that they'd just interrupted something? Much to Venom's disappointment, Lucky broke off their hug and offered a hug to the fans. He knew that Lucky had to do that, but right now he wished he hadn't. The air where he had been felt cold and empty.

He just stood there awkwardly as the fans gushed to Lucky, sort of ignoring him. Ven used to get really mad and jealous when this happened, but now he didn't care. He liked the fact that Lucky got more attention than him, in fact, because he knew that it made him happy.

At least Venom's hand had found Lucky's and their fingers were laced, as awkward as that felt. The girls were all asking Lucky questions.. telling him how hot he was, trying to touch him.

The quieter one turned to Venom. "Your song was cute." That really didn't sound like much of a compliment.. "What did you do to Lucky?" Ven gritted his teeth together, feeling a little angry. He really didn't want to talk about it at all.

"Yeah, you guys seemed so amazing, then it all ended.. what happened?!" another added.

"I heard you gave him an STD." That one seemed to be talking about Lucky as though he wasn't even there, despite the fact that Venom knew she wanted to fuck him.


"I heard you had sex with somebody else."

Their questions were getting too personal. They were too hyper and chatty on a whole, it was irritating. He didn't want to tell them what happened. Why should they deserve to know? But Venom couldn't snap at them, the band would lose fans. Instead he chuckled, and leaned on Lucky a little, hoping that he could somehow help him out.

"Shit happens. We're together again now though, and that's all that really matters.."

"Can I get a picture of you making out?!" She took out her camera as though she was expecting them to oblige.

Venom wanted to get away from the fans as soon as possible. He wanted to go back to the bus with Lucky, tell everyone to get the fuck out, and have sex. It had been way too long since they'd actually fucked and Venom hadn't wanted to cry at the fact that Lucky would go back to hating him straight after. It would have meaning again.

[LUCKY TYLER BLACK,]

Lucky was actually sort of offended. “My mom loves Snow Patrol, they aren’t that bad, or pussies at all. You are even a bigger pussy for saying that” Lucky said. He could tell this was awkward, like they were both trying to go back in time. But at least they were both on the same page that they wanted to pretend it didn’t happen. They both wanted to pretend that Venom never cheated, and then they didn’t break up, and do all that other random awful bullshit. But there was still a pretty clear feeling this is was awkward, and they were both trying a little too hard.

Lucky could feel the fans hands presses onto his arms, and occasionally a few would bump into his chest. They were all trying too hard and Lucky always found it hilarious. Lucky was surprised at how comfortable he was standing there holding Venom’s hand and flirting with fans. Normally he wouldn’t touch Venom in front of fan, especially not something as gay as holding his hand but Lucky was having a severe complex of letting Venom go.

Lucky burst into laughter over hearing Venom getting mobbed with questions. He couldn’t help it, those were not the kind of things that someone should ask Venom. Lucky turned around to help the best he could. “Where our dicks have been, and what they possibly carry is our dick’s business” he said plainly making sure to eye the girls who made the ‘std’ comment. She bothered him. Lucky looked away again to sign a few tickets and not to his dismay a girls right breast. Not uncommon for Lucky but he made sure to grab back onto Venom’s hand the second he handed the pen back.

The making out questions was pretty common for them, but Lucky never really did it. He made out with Venom on stage when he got really into the crowd, but Lucky was a huge tease. He chuckled and shook his head, making sure to give a sideways glance at Venom. “You have to come to the bus to see that” he finished that with a wink. He loved saying things to get their hopes up, mostly just to know them down.

[VENOM DIMINUENDO,]

“My mom loves Snow Patrol, they aren’t that bad, or pussies at all. You are even a bigger pussy for saying that”

Venom wished he hadn't said it now. "Okay, well sorry. It's just that after I quoted their lyrics to you, you said that you didn't like them, that what I'd said was gay, and that you'd never let me live that down. I assumed that meant you-" Ven sighed and decided not to continue. He didn't want to fuck things up any more by starting a really stupid argument. He just wanted things to be perfect again.

“Where our dicks have been, and what they possibly carry is our dick’s business.”

Ven smiled, thankful for Lucky's help. He didn't like talking to fans about stuff to do with their relationship right now. He thought that he might say the wrong thing and ruin stuff between them again, or that he just might say the wrong thing to fans and get gossip started. They shouldn't know so much about Lucky and Venom's life. He really just wanted that to be private.

"Maybe you could pass whatever it is they're carrying on to me?" She winked, and Venom grimaced inside, but laughed on the outside. He hated it when fans said suggestive things like that, because it was never going to happen. Venom used to fuck fans, but now it made him feel weird to think about it.

He watched as Lucky signed a fan's breast. That was the sort of thing that he did all of the time. Venom did it too, but nowhere near as often as Lucky. Of course, the fans loved all of the band, and enjoyed talking to all of them, but it was Lucky that they cared most about. Venom remembered when he'd so desperately wanted to be the front man. He was thankful that he didn't get all of the attention Lucky got now. He got girls trying to touch his dick and rubbing their hands all over him whenever they saw him walk past. People would wait outside their bus for hours just to wait for Lucky to come out. Seeing Ven wasn't that big of a deal. A lot of the fans only knew his name because they knew that he and Lucky were dating.

He was so glad that Lucky held his hand again after he was done signing stuff. It made him feel more loved and wanted, like they really were together again, and he did really care. "You have to come to the bus to see that.” Lucky was so good at talking to fans. He always knew what to say and do. Ven got scared he'd say the wrong thing, but Lucky never did. Words and interaction just came so easily to him.

The girls squealed. Ven half expected one of them to ask if they could actually come to the bus that night, but thankfully they didn't. At least they had enough common sense to know that he was joking.

"Consider yourself lucky he's even holding my hand right now. Swear down you'll never see this again." He squeezed Lucky's hand after he'd said this.

"Is he that much of a dick that he won't even hold your hand?" asked a grumpy looking girl that had obviously been dragged along by her friends. What she'd said made him sort of angry. He hated it when people said anything bad about Lucky, because everything about him was perfect.

"Actually he's fucking amazing. If you had a boyfriend would you hold his hand every minute of the day?" Venom probably said that a little too bitterly, but hastily added a smirk and a laugh at the end, hoping that they wouldn't think that he was trying to be a dick to them, even though he was.

"If I were dating Lucky I'd be holding his hand every minute of the day!" exclaimed the rude girl that had asked about STDs earlier.

Venom chuckled, and leaned onto Lucky a little. "Yeah, well I can remember what his hand feels like. I can pretend it's there." The fans made an 'aw' sound at this. He didn't really think that it required that reaction since he wasn't being serious, but whatever, apparently he'd made them happy. He sort of liked talking to these girls, they were amusing him.

"Lucky, did you like Venom's song?" said the quiet one to Lucky. "I'd love for somebody to do that to me, it was so romantic!" God, now they were annoying him again. Lucky didn't like the word romantic, Venom knew it. Couldn't they just ask questions about their music? Those questions were the best, and the easiest to answer. He always knew what to say to them, because he'd answered pretty much every single one of them millions of times. They never really changed much, so he was well prepared, and they weren't that personal. Venom was in a band, so an interview should ask him about being in the band, not about his relationship with Lucky, not that this was an interview, but it seemed like one.

Ven signed a couple of tickets and bodies that had already been signed by Lucky. Obviously he was second choice. Nobody came and asked him to sign their boob. He was pretty thankful of that, actually.