dead astronaut in space

to be this young im oh-so scared

(So this takes place before the events of the first chapter, obviously. Just a bit of background. NSFWish, nothing too explicit. Also, Manson is not a hermaphrodite irl, this is obviously an AU, do not spread that rumour. Thanks! <3)
Brian smashed his lips onto the other man's, moaning a little as Trent pinned him down against the filthy dressing room floor. He never let anyone dominate him, so this was a pretty new experience for him, but with Trent, it felt good. Likewise, Trent didn't usually dominate anyone, but it just felt so f*cking heavenly when he kissed him like that, violent and passionate, smearing Brian's dark red lipstick all over both their faces. It seemed like this moment would last forever, like they were immortal and would always be young and passionate and beautiful.

A few months passed, and now Brian lay in an uncomfortable hotel bed and sobbed just remembering it. Yes, he had always known that he was a hermaphrodite, but he didn't think that he could actually get pregnant. And things weren't good between him and Trent anymore. He had just left the Nothing label, and it had seemed like a great decision at the time, but if he had known that he was pregnant with Trent's child, he would have acted very differently, to say the least. F*ck, the tabloids and conservative news programmes would have a motherf*cking field day with this headline, he thought bitterly to himself. He couldn't let them find out, but how the f*ck could he do that? He would have to stop being Marilyn Manson.

It sounded ridiculous, even in his head as he thought of it, but he knew it was what he was going to do. He had always wanted a kid, and with the direction his relationship with Trent had been going, this child seemed like the last piece of Trent he could hold on to. With shaking hands, he reached into his bag and pulled out a makeup wipe, taking off all his makeup with it. Obviously, he still looked like Marilyn Manson, but it was more symbolic than anything. It would actually be kind of fun to masquerade as a normal person, he thought to himself. He sorted through all of his clothes, putting all the sexy and/or bad*ss clothing items in the "give to Twiggy" pile. All he could keep out of his clothes, besides the underwear and socks, obviously, were a pair of faded blue jeans, some black boots without heels, and a plain black t-shirt. He sighed. It was enough for now.