Does Anybody Know?

Does Anybody Know?
By: *~twiggysrabies~*

Summary: SLASH. A completely random one-shot to fill my boring day. Trent Reznor/Twiggy Ramirez. It's supposed to be funny, and I know their characters are kind of OOC, so forgive me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twiggy or Trent, however sad that may be. I also don't own Manson, thank god...oh, and um...this might not have happened, but one can always dream, right?

"Do you think anybody will find out?"

"They will if you aren't quiet."

There on the bed lay two men, one quite pretty and very androgynous, the other slim, but very masculine. "Ohh, what do you think Marilyn will say?"

The masculine man sighed, "Oh, I don't know. Probably something along the lines of-" and here the man put on an affected voice, quite high pitched and girly, "Oh mah gawd! You are totally stealing my very gay and womanly bass player from my band?! OH MAH FUCKING GAWD!" The man was flailing his hands, rolling his eyes and shaking his head, "That's what I think he'd say, alright Twiggy?" He finished, rather exasperated. He didn't like talking after sex, especially not while he was still ready for more. "Now will you shut up and cooperate?"

But, the feminine man apparently had other things on his mind. He pushed Trent off him, sending him crashing to the floor. Twiggy stood up, pulling his dress on, giggling, "I think I'm gonna go tell him so I can see if you're right, Trent!"

Trent groaned, smacking his head on the floor, "Fine...just...hurry back, would you?"

Twiggy was giggling all the way down the stairs, going commando in his very short dress. Manson saw him coming and rolled his eyes. He knew Trent had been fucking Twiggy for the last few months, who didn't? After all, the only thing you'd hear in the household at most points would be Twiggy, squealing and screaming Trent's name. "Marilyn! Guess what!" Twiggy was bouncing on the balls of his feet, very excited.

"You're fucking Trent and you didn't know that I knew, so you came to tell me to see how I'd react." Manson replied, deadpan.

Twiggy stopped bouncing, his lower lip sticking out in a pout. "How did you know?"

"The air vents help screams travel." Manson pointed to the one right over their heads.

Twiggy pouted more. "Well, fine then!" He turned, padding back up the stairs, his butt hanging out of the very short dress. "Trent!! He already knows!" Twiggy whined.

Trent rolled his eyes, "Of course he knew. Twiggy, the entire fucking block probably knows."

Twiggy grinned mischievously, "Well...let's just make sure they know!" With that, Twiggy jumped on the bed, tackling Trent. Indeed, after that day, the entire block knew what was going on between Twiggy Ramirez and Trent Reznor.

"Does Anybody Know?" � copyright Candis M., 2007. No part of this work may be reproduced or copied in any form without the author's written permission.