Lift Your Head Up High and Blow Your Brains Out

Sun, 16 Apr 2006 23:51:28 GMT

Important!

Sun, 16 Apr 2006 22:41:52 GMT

I'm going to be discontinuing at least one (maybe two) of my current fics.

As of now, the multi-chapters that are unfinished are:

Nightmares Win
In The Dark of the Night
Vive le Francais
The Umbrella Conspiracy
Mother Machine Gun
Familiar Realm
Ataraxia

So far, I'm thinking about discontinuing:

In The Dark of the Night
The Umbrella Conspiracy
Ataraxia
and
Vive le Francais

These are the ones that cause me the most trouble; however, I am almost finished In the Dark of the Night, so I probably will just wait that one out.

However, I need you to tell me which one(s) I should discontinue, because this is really a lot of stress on me. But please note that just because you tell me not to discontinue something that doesn't mean I won't -- I just want to see what you guys think.

Sun, 16 Apr 2006 08:27:29 GMT

Title: Move Along
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Johnny // Zacky
Rating: NC17 -- Maybe an R because it's kind of mild
Summary: [AU]. They became obsessed with each other; they were meant to be. [Lame Summary for a Lame Fic]
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, obviously.

You kind of have to believe in love at first sight with this fic. It's really weird, but hey, I wrote it at four in the morning, give me a break.

Move Along

Johnny

I walked passed the card store every day. Not because I had to; not because it was a shortcut or anything. I walked passed it because of him. Every day, I got off work at five o' clock. Every day, I took the long way home, and walked slowly. When I'd reach the card shop, I'd stare in the window as I walked, and I'd keep staring until I couldn't continue to stare. He never noticed, thankfully. He was usually pretty busy staring at the counter-top, watching the clock, playing games on his cell phone, or inconspicuously trying to pick his nose.

This insipid man, this nose-picker, was the object of my affection.

It all started the one day when I'd thought I might save time in taking this way. Me and my brainiac ideas. As I'd been grumping to myself about how much longer this way was taking, I'd thrown a glance in the window, and stopped. Average height, dark shaggy hair, skin-tight jeans, and face piercings. Need I say more? Yes?

He had cat's eyes, they were a dull, yet intriguing shade of green, and he lined them thickly -- normally I didn't like when men wore make-up, but he made it work. His lips were pouty, perfect, the bottom one pierced twice in a snakebite. His other piercing was a horseshoe in his septum, one not common in our area, but it didn't look bad on him. His arms were covered in tattoos, and he looked like he should have been modeling for Hot Topic, or playing in a rock band, not working at a card shop.

In every sense imaginable, he was beautiful.

"Just talk to him, man."

I rolled my eyes, and stopped shaving for a moment, turning to the shower where Jimmy, my roommate, stepped out -- wrapping a thin towel around his thin hips. We'd been best friends since ninth grade.

"It's not that easy." I replied, before turning back to the mirror.

"Dude -- yeah it is." Jimmy said, turning on the sink and grabbing his toothbrush. "Today, when you get off work, just waltz in there and say something to him."

"And what exactly do I say?" I asked.

"I don't fuckin' know," Jimmy said, squeezing some toothpaste onto the brush. "But if I have to listen to you whine about him anymore, I'll talk to him my god damned self."

Jimmy's words repeated in my head -- 'just talk to him' -- as I stood outside the card shop later that day. I wanted to talk to him, believe me, but you can't just talk about anything.

I couldn't just go in there: "Heyy, what's goin' on? Do you have a mirror in your pocket, cause I can see myself in your pants."

I vaguely tried to imagine what he'd do if I said that to him. Would he slap me? Would he punch me? Kiss me? Call the cops? I gave an aggravated growl-like noise, and pulled open the door, swallowing hard, and trying to ignore my dry throat. I walked straight up to the counter, and placed my hands on top of it.

"Good afternoon?" he said, a puzzled look on his face as his brow furrowed.

"Hi," I said stiffly. "I'm Johnny."

He studied me for the longest time, and I didn't know what to do. I had the terrible thought that I'd just made the biggest mistake of my life. But then, my heart leaped as he smiled.

Zacky

When I'd seen him standing outside and practically talking to himself, I'd known he wasn't coming in for a birthday card for dear ol' granny. The fact that he'd come in to talk to me (of all people) made me smile. He was a cute guy; shorter than I, with choppy dyed hair, and a nose ring. His body was immature, but I knew that he was around my age.

When he introduced himself, I couldn't help but grin. I felt like I was back in school -- nobody ever made me feel like that lately.

"I'm Zack."

And it all started from there.

Johnny

I went back the next day, and the next day, each day staying longer so that Zack and I could have a nice conversation. But on the fourth day, I decided that I was gonna go for the gold.

"Zacky," I said, using what I'd taken to calling him for some reason. "What are you doing tonight?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but the sound of the door opening behind me distracted him, and he looked over my shoulder.

"Zacky-baby." a raspy voice said.

He was tall, buff, and had dimples. Dimples! His lip ring fit perfectly, and his hazel eyes had an intense burn to them. How on earth would anyone as great as Zack choose me over Mr. Dimples.

My world had just come crashing down. I did the only thing I could think to do -- I left.

Zacky

He didn't come back the next day, or the next day, each day deciding to find a different route. But on the fourth day, he must've felt compelled to come by, because I saw him outside. My stomach lurched and I bolted for the door -- I knew I was with Matt, but there was something about this awkward, and articulate man that I felt magnetized to -- it was like love at first sight.

"Johnny."

He ignored me, and I followed, completely abandoning my post at the store, and glancing around hoping that Matt hadn't decided to randomly pop up like the day Johnny'd asked me out. I caught up with the other man, and grabbed his arm, turning him to face me. For a moment, neither of us said anything, and we just stared at each other.

"Johnny," I repeated. "Take me to your place."

Johnny

The next command issued from Zacky's perfect lips went something like this:

"Make love to me."

He lay beneath me, naked, and breathing deeply. My bare body rested on top of his, and we just stared into each other's eyes. I'd known from day one that I felt something for this man, but to have him now underneath of me, giving me the same look I gave him -- it was enough to drive a man mad.

I pressed my lips to his softly, and he tangled his fingers in my hair. I'd already layered on a good amount of lubricant, and I was already in position, but we needed things to be perfect. I bit one of his lip rings, pulling that perfect bottom lip into my mouth, and he let out a short noise in the back of his throat.

As I pushed my cock into him, he arched his back slowly, a sensual act that made me go wild inside. I moved my mouth to his neck, glancing at his expression. His eyes were closed, head thrown back, and there was a rosy complexion to his normally pale face. It was beautiful.

Zacky

It was what I'd always wanted. Johnny made me feel different than Matt made me feel. Johnny made me feel good about myself; he made me feel wanted.

I clawed at his back as he moved within me, burying himself deeper and deeper. And I moaned his name as I felt his dick brush against my prostate. His teeth grazed my neck, and I gave a mewl.

I'd known from the day he'd introduced himself to me that I felt something for this man, and to have him ontop of me, treating me like he was afraid to lose me -- it was enough to kill a man.

"I love you."

Johnny

I moaned at the sound of those words issued from those lips. He hadn't meant to say them, it was evident by the way he'd fallen silent, but I was so glad he had.

"I love you." I repeated his words.

He wrapped his arms around my hips, pulling me tightly against himself, and our lips met again. It was meant to be; there was no other way to put things.

~x~

Mr. Dimples had had bigger plans for the two apparently -- Zacky called me at work one day to tell me he was on his way to Seattle with Matt. I hadn't known what to say, so I'd hung up. And then I'd ignored him when he'd tried to call back.

He eventually stopped calling completely.

But I never stopped walking passed the card shop.

Definitely not my favorite.
But I have writer's block, so sue me.

Fri, 14 Apr 2006 07:08:06 GMT

Title: Hybrid Moments
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Synyster // Zacky
Rating: NC17
Summary: [AU]. Zack has to stay after school because his ride is late, and he and Brian end up together in the locker room. [PWP].
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, obviously.
Dedication: My 'online girlfriend', Jenn (nightmares_inc), because I miss talking to her and I know she likes this pairing...

Hybrid Moments

((Zacky's POV))

My eyes narrowed as I glared at my watch; school'd let out about fourteen minutes ago at 1:55, and I was still here, waiting for my ride. My mom wasn't the best in the world, but most of the time she was good enough -- I wouldn't lie when I said I was a mama's boy, but sometimes she had a little trouble remembering that she had a teenage son to pick up from school. She was so scatter-brained anymore because of her boss over-working her. I sighed, and glanced up at the sky. It looked as if it was going to rain, and I mentally gave a groan.

I moved to the stairs where there were a few trees planted in this rectangular enclosement -- the school's idea of "nice" scenery, and sat down. I dropped my bag between my legs in front of me, and I gave a dramatic sigh, slouching. I'm sure I didn't look any different from the "freaks" that attended my school, all of them wearing dark clothing, facial piercings, and the same scowl as they kept themselves hunched over. I hated that I was falling into a crowd, but there wasn't much you could do nowadays. And besides, when I thought about it, I realized that I shouldn't care because once I was out of school, I was going to California to become a tattoo artist, and I wouldn't see any of these bitches ever again.

The door behind me opened, and I glanced around out of curiosity. I wasn't surprised to see one of the lacrosse players, Brian Haner Jr. come out, talking on his cell phone. He was a pretty cool guy, I couldn't say anything bad about him being a jock, because he didn't really act like a jock. He'd helped me in Algebra when I hadn't been getting it, because he'd been seated next to me. He gave me a nod, and I returned it before I spun back around, hunching over again. His hair had been wet, and I wasn't able to watch the way he ran his fingers through it -- I didn't know anybody who didn't have a crush on Brian Haner Jr.

"No dude, I'm serious." I heard him say. "She told me to tell you that she wants you there.....man, I swear it."

He had that sound in his voice, a tone that sounded like he was always laughing. It wasn't a bad thing though, it made him all the more likable that he was an all around happy guy. I tried to think about something else, not wanting to listen to his conversation but I couldn't help it.

"I already told you, Sully -- I don't want her." he said. "She isn't my type." There was a pause. "Well yeah, but you like sluts."

I almost felt myself snort, and Brian laughed at whatever the other person said.

"Alright, alright." he said. "I'm sorry, but hey, I gotta go. I'll pick you up at seven; we have to stop and get beer for Sanders."

I heard him hang up, but then he stayed behind me, looking around at the parking lot. As he threw random waves at people he knew, I threw a look up at the sky again. A vibration in my pocket meant my phone was ringing, and I quickly pulled it out to answer.

"Zacky?" it was my mom. "Babe, I'm gonna be a little late today; I'm being held up -- three of my coworkers never came in today."

I rolled my eyes. "How much later?" I asked.

"I don't know," she answered. "Thirty minutes max -- I'm so sorry."

I shook my head like she could see me. "No, don't worry about it." I said. "I can wait."

She apologized again about a hundred times before we hung up with each other, and I gave a sigh as I shoved the phone into my pocket. No sooner than I'd gotten it away did a fat raindrop pelt my in the back of my head. I lifted my head as rain began to pour quickly, and I gave a sigh, questioning how things could get worse.

"Baker."

I turned; Brian was standing in the doorway holding it open. He nodded for me to follow him, and I stood up, doing just that. This door led us into a hallway that would take us straight to the locker rooms, and he headed just there, gesturing for me to follow him.

"Was that your ride?" he asked, turning to me. "On the phone."

"Yeah." I answered shortly, not wanting to say it was my mom.

"I'd give you a ride, man," he said, "But I have to stay after for a meet."

"You don't have to practice in this, do you?" I asked, gesturing to a window that we passed. The rain had worsened.

"No, thankfully." he said, "Some dude on our team was caught with 'illegal drugs', so we all have to have some big meeting for it; bullshit."

I nodded, but was unsure if he saw me. He pushed open the door of the locker room, and stepped inside, holding it open for me. I followed, and he led me to his locker.

"You don't look like your immune system's any good, no offense." he said, throwing me a cheeky grin as he opened his locker. "But I think you should get out of those wet clothes."

I looked down at myself, as I dropped my bag onto a bench. "My pants are fine." I answered, sounding dumb. "I mean, my shirt's the only thing that's wet."

He nodded, and tossed me a shirt from his locker. It was wrinkled, but I could tell that it was clean. I unballed it, and studied the front -- a vintage AC/DC, I liked this guy even more. Without thinking, I pulled off my wet shirt, dropping it to the floor -- it landed on the tile making an extremely humorous sound, and Brian gave a short bark of a laugh. I grinned myself, preparing to pull his shirt on, and I looked up.

His dark eyes were intently fixed on mine, but I knew that just a second ago he'd been going over my body -- I could just feel it. I could also feel a blush rising to my cheeks, because I hated being under such an intense gaze.

"How's math coming along?" he asked suddenly.

I shook my head, snapping myself from my daze, and continued getting ready to put the shirt on -- it was kind of tangled up in places.

"Normal," I said. "I barely understand it, but am skimming by because of the person next to me."

He laughed. "I could give you help, dude." he said, "It's not that hard once you get used to it."

I raised my eyebrows, and started to pull the shirt over my head, but suddenly both of his hands grabbed my wrists, stopping me. I gave him a confused look, but he was only grinning at me.

"Has anyone ever told you how pretty your eyes were?" he asked.

My jaw dropped as my stomach did a weird kind of, Tower of Terror drop, before rushing back up. "No." I replied lamely.

He grinned again. "Well, they are." he said. "But I bet you don't know how cute you are, either."

I'm sure I was a deep magenta-ish hue right now, and I shook my head. "No." I said, "But thank you."

His grin never left his face, and he pulled his shirt from my hands. Then he grabbed my shoulders, and turned me, pinning me against the lockers. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine. My arms hung limply at my sides as I tried to take in what was happening -- there was no way I was awake; this had to be a dream.

He pulled back, but the grin remained, and he kept me pinned. "I'm sorry." he said softly.

I just stared at him for a moment. "For what?" my voice cracked.

I think his grin grew even more. He leaned in, and his lips pressed against mine again, this time more firmly. I finally moved my arms, resting my hands on his shoulders unsurely. His eyes were closed, and I felt my own lids drop as he brushed his tongue over my bottom lip between the rings. I opened my mouth slowly, and I he pushed his tongue into it. As his tongue started to knead my own inside of my mouth, his hands moved from my shoulders down to my hips, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of my jeans.

Our mouths parted from each other's, and I took in a few quick breaths as he moved his lips to my neck. My head naturally turned giving him more access, and I felt my eyes close again as he moved his mouth rhythmically against my flesh. His teeth grazed my skin, and a weak noise escaped my throat. I heard what I could only call a laugh before he bit my neck gently, and I moved my hands to the back of his head, entangling my fingers in his wavy locks.

I still couldn't believe this was happening, but I wasn't going to ruin the moment by asking questions. I let my head fall back slightly as he continued to bite and suck my neck, moving every now and then for a fresh part of my skin. I was glad that my parents didn't care about hickies, cause there was no doubt that I'd have at least two of them bad boys.

He suddenly stopped, and I hoped he could read the disappointment on my face. He looked into my eyes, and I felt more blood seep between my legs at the lust I could see in his.

"I have a while before the meet," he said, tone laced with huskiness.

I nodded, finding myself unable to form words, and he kissed me again. I could feel his fingers messing with the button of my jeans, and in a moment he was pulling them down my hips. He broke the kiss to give me a grin before he dropped slowly to his knees. As he pulled my pants down slightly, just enough to help free my erection, he kept his eyes trained on mine, giving me a seductive and playful look. I knew what he was going to do, and a part of me wanted to stop him because I'd never had anyone do this for me -- but I still was unable to get my voicebox to work.

He reached up with one hand, wrapping his fingers gently around my cock, and I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back against the lockers as he moved it slowly. His hand movements were swift yet sensual, and he pressed soft kisses to my lower abdomen as he worked. He increased the pressure a few times, squeezing his hand, and I felt a groan stir in my chest. He threw another grin up at me, before he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to the head of my cock. I glanced down and watched as my precum moistened his lips, making them glisten in the lighting of the room. I moaned this time, unable to help myself, and his triumphant grin was enough to tell me he was enjoying things as well.

His lips surrounded the tip of my dick, and he was already sucking gently. I groaned again, my fingers still twirling his hair, and he leaned forward, swallowing my cock. Putting his hands on my thighs, his head began to move as quickly as his hand had been doing, and I let my head fall back again as he maintained a rhythm. Every once in a while, I could feel my cock hitting the back of his throat, and he'd let out a short noise -- it was taking a lot out of me not to lose control.

He suddenly stopped, and I glanced down at him. He wasn't paying attention; instead putting two of his fingers into his mouth to get them slick with his saliva. Knowing what he was doing, I waited patiently, and he threw a questioning look up at me, as he removed his fingers from his mouth. I smirked at him, and he grinned before wrapping his lips around my dick again. The two fingers he'd just covered in spit ended up behind me, pressing lightly at my asshole. As he swallowed my cock again, those fingers entered me, and I held my breath. I wasn't a virgin when it came to these things, my friend Johnny and I had experimented a few times -- but it was still an awkward feeling, and I kept that breath held as I tried to get used to it.

His mouth moved over my cock some more as he started to push his fingers in and out of me. In no time, he'd gotten the perfect pace for both actions, and I was pushing my hips forward like the common whore. He suddenly scissored his fingers inside of me, and I groaned lowly at the discomfort as he stretched me out. The discomfort, however, was replaced with pleasure as my dick just barely brushed the back of his throat again.

He stopped sucking my cock, and sat back on his haunches a little, as his fingers still worked to loosen me up, and he looked up at me, giving a grin as he licked his lips. This was a moment I truly never expected to see, and I let out a short moan at the glory of it all.

Ceasing his hand movements suddenly, he stood up. He pressed his lips passionately to mine, and I could taste myself on him -- for some reason this was really turning me on. He bit at one of my lip rings, and gave me a short noise. I heard the zipper of his pants and knew what was coming -- I can't say I wasn't excited.

He broke our kiss, and I glanced down just to get a look at the package. It was perfect, of course.

Without him needing to say anything, I turned around to face the lockers. A low laugh came from him, before I heard him spit. I placed my hands, palm face-down, on the red lockers, and I pushed my hips out slightly, just waiting. A moment or two later, he grabbed my hips and held me in place as he, as I could only imagine, lined himself up. Within seconds, the helmet of his cock was now pressing against my hole, and he kissed the back of my neck hungrily, before biting it sharply, and thrusting his well-sized dick inside of me.

I closed my eyes tightly, wincing and letting out a whine of sorts, and he kissed my neck again, reaching up with one hand to comb his fingers through my hair. He asked me something, I couldn't quite word it right, but the tone in which he asked gave things away, and I quickly nodded. He started to pull his cock out of me, and just as it left my body, he pushed it back inside of me.

The pain started to subside after a few moments, and as he thrust quickly into me some more, I found my own hand traveling down my body to my cock. I started to slowly stroke myself as his dick entered and left me swiftly. On an angled thrust of his, a ripple of pleasure erupted throughout my body, and I gave another groan, pushing my hips backwards. He laughed again, biting at my shoulder, and thrusting into me violently again.

He reached down to my groin with one hand, and shooed mine away so that he could resume what he'd been doing earlier. His hand movements were still swift, and even in tune with his hip movements, and I returned my hand to the lockers in front of me to steady myself. He gave a grunt, giving me a particular sharp thrust, and I moaned, letting my head fall back. He groaned in concurrence, biting my earlobe gently, and he tugged lightly with his teeth. I turned my head, and pressed my lips to his firmly.

He bit one of my lip rings again, pulling that side of my lip into his mouth, and I moaned into his mouth as his fingers tightened around my cock. His thumb pressed in on my vein as it moved, and my hips spasmed slightly, not knowing which way to go -- whether or not I wanted to thrust forward into the strokes, or push backwards to meet Brian's hips.

He broke our kiss to let a short groan escape his lips, and he dropped his head forward, biting my shoulder again. My orgasm had started to build in my gut, and I gave a mewl. As if reading my mind, he quickened his strokes, and started thrusting more deeply. His own movements had become rushed and somewhat jerky, and I was thankful that he wasn't far behind me.

He said my name at one point, and I moaned just at the way it sounded coming from his lips. The fingernails of the hand holding my hip cut into my flesh, and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. I groaned again, bucking my hips forward as I came quickly. I hadn't meant for things to end so fast, but I'd been unable to help myself. I took heavy breaths as I finished unloading into his hand, and his thrusts sped up.

A few moments later, just as I was catching my breath, he moaned deeply, giving a final jerk of his hips as he climaxed. He held me there tightly as he came into me, and he let out short groans into my ear, his breath sending chills down my spine as it danced over my cheek. As he tried to regulate his own breathing, he rested his forehead on my shoulder, swaying his hips forward into mine.

It was close to five minutes later when he suddenly let out a short laugh, biting at my shoulder once more.

"I know I just took a shower," he said slowly. "But I think now we both might need one."

Tue, 11 Apr 2006 01:17:39 GMT

viva_la_slash

Sun, 09 Apr 2006 03:23:25 GMT

Title: Nightmares Win
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Multiple - But mostly Matt // Johnny
Rating: NC17
Summary: [AU]. It's the year 2066, and werewolves run amok in New York City.
Disclaimer: Not real dur. A Static Lullaby sing the song: "Nightmares Win 6-0".

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Big thanks to the reviewers, still. =]

Nightmares Win

Chapter 04

Matt glanced at his watch as he entered his bedroom. He was already late for meeting up with Johnny, but he definitely had to take a dose before he went, he couldn't have anything unintentional happening because he couldn't control his instincts. He went into his small bathroom, and threw open the medicine cabinet, reaching inside for a vial. The empty syringe he used most of the time was on the sink, sitting behind the faucet, and he hastily grabbed it and filled it with monkshood. Holding his arm out, he flicked at the crook of his elbow, but didn't even wait for a vein to show, before he pushed the needle into his skin. He drained the syringe, and dropped it into the sink, before grabbing the edges of it, and staring down at it. He took deep, even breaths as he felt the wolfsbane enter his system, pulsing through his bloodstream.

He gave a flinch, his jaw muscles clenching, and his knuckles turned white as his grip tightened on the sink. But after a moment, he was fine. He looked up, giving a sigh, and studied his reflection briefly. The hazel eyes staring back at him seemed empty and void of anything, he made a face at himself, before heading for the door.

It was only 7:15 in the evening, but the club was full of people already, and he had to do his share of greetings as he appeared from behind the counter. He walked around it, and started for the door, when he caught sight of Dan Jacobs talking to Zack, the both of them leaning casually against the bar, and giving each other those lust-filled looks. One side of Dan's neck looked like it had been completely torn off, and there were still healing gashes on his arms. It was far worse than what Matt'd done to Zack, and it didn't take a genius to assume that Dan and Alex could've been in form when they messed around -- that wasn't impossible.

Struck with the sudden memory of the first time he'd done it while transformed, Matt's eyes narrowed, and his brow furrowed, as he continued to the door. He hated when he remembered stuff like that; all the werewolf myths made it seem like a person blacked out when they transformed, that was most clearly not the case.

Once outside, he walked quickly, almost jogging, in the direction of the club he'd told Johnny to meet him at. It was a normal, human club, and he thought that the kid would feel safer there -- Matt'd already made sure he'd had a fake I.D. to get in. As he walked, Matt tried to think of things he'd say to the boy, and he played a few scenarios in his head. He grinned to himself as all of them ended up with a worn-out Johnny laying beside him, panting, and bleeding -- but thoroughly pleasured.

Johnny left the club, trying not to make eye contact with a weird lady who'd been eyeing him up all night. She was too old for him anyway. He leaned against the brick wall outside, and crossed his arms, looking around for Matt. He didn't think the older man would stand him up, but then again, it was 7:25 already, and Matt was supposed to have been there at seven.

"What, may I ask, are you doing here, young man?"

Johnny turned to see Brandan, and he felt himself smile. The other man was with one of his closest friends, a fellow hunter named Ryan Wombacher, and he was grinning at Johnny.

"Waiting for someone." Johnny answered, coolly, remembering not to give away who it was.

"Ohh," Brandan said, "A hot date?"

"You could say that." Johnny replied.

Brandan nodded, stopping in front of Johnny and telling Ryan to go ahead of him. Ryan nodded at Johnny, giving him a nice smirk, before heading inside.

"Wish I could say the same for myself," he said. "But sadly we're just meeting up with Marta to talk."

Marta was a hunter as well, a really good one supposedly, too.

"Anything new up?" Johnny asked.

Brandan nodded, looking around. "Turns out, an Aconite herself was impersonating a hunter, hanging around with us and shit." he said. "And now, she's completely disappeared off the face of the earth or something."

The way he spoke let go that he was angry, and Johnny made a mental note to never make Brandan mad. He raised his eyebrows.

"Really?" he found was the only word that he could speak.

Brandan nodded. "Yeah," he said. "But now we don't even know where to look for her."

I do, Johnny swallowed. "I'm sure you'll find her." he said lamely.

Brandan nodded, and he glanced at the door of the club. He put a hand on Johnny's shoulder, leaning in slightly.

"Listen up, doll." he said. "I want to start training you soon, I don't care about your birthday." He glanced around again. "I'll just start to teach you the basics; then when you turn eighteen, you can go into official training. They'll see how good you are, and advance you up, until you get your license before any of the other trainees."

"You have this all worked out?" Johnny asked slowly.

Brandan nodded, and gave Johnny a grin. "That is, if you still want to be a hunter."

"I do," Johnny said quickly. "Just don't want you getting in trouble or anything."

He rolled his eyes and swatted at the air. "It's not like you're only fifteen or something." he said, and Johnny nodded. "But I have to go; call me sometime so we can start."

Johnny nodded again, and Brandan disappeared into the club, following after Ryan. Johnny gave a sigh, and glanced down at his watch. He looked up again, and caught sight of Matt crossing the street and heading towards him. He felt a tug at his gut at the fact that Matt had come, and he wasn't standing him up. He straightened, and tried to play it casual.

"Sorry I'm late." the older man said, stopping in front of him. "Had to...do something."

Johnny nodded slowly. "It's alright," he said. "I just thought you'd be a no-show, or something."

One of Matt's strong hands was on his chin, and he felt that tug at his gut again. He raised his gaze to meet Matt's, and he felt a small blush start to creep to his face as Matt's intense eyes searched his expression. There was an almost hunger to it, and as much as Johnny told himself to fear that look, he couldn't help but desire what the actions of that look would give him.

"Not for you." Matt said, "I've been wanting to get together since I bumped into you."

Johnny didn't answer, he didn't know what to say. He was still lost in Matt's light eyes. The older man smirked, finally letting go of Johnny's chin, and he gestured to the door. Johnny quickly remembered that Brandan had went in, not too long ago, and he shook his head.

"No," he said; then he added softly. "You don't want to go in there."

Matt studied him again, but as if he could read the boy's mind, he nodded. "Okay," he said, "Where would you like to go, then?"

Johnny thought for a long while before he answered. "Your place." he said. "I want to see how you live."

Matt was at a loss for words for a moment, and he started to shake his head, but then stopped. "Are you sure?" he asked.

Johnny paused, biting the inside of his cheek -- a bad habit. "Yeah." he said, and he gave a short nod. "Yeah."

The next thing Matt knew, he was leading the way back to his bar. He kept glancing over his shoulder to see if Johnny was following him, and finally, he just slid an arm around the kid's shoulders.

"You might see stuff you don't like," he said. "Don't show your surprise -- pretend you've seen it all."

Johnny nodded, trying to imagine the worst thing he could see. Matt looked back in front of him, and they reached the club. As they entered, they immediately received looks, and Matt pretended to not notice. Johnny looked around as casually as he could, and he felt himself shrink against Matt's side, almost like a child on the first day of school.

They were passing the bar, and he saw Zack, who was watching him. The two stared at each other for a moment, before Zack finally offered a smirk. Johnny was unsure if he should return it, because it didn't look like a polite smirk, but he did anyway. Then he caught sight of the guy next to Zack.

Matt watched Johnny's eyes take in Dan's scars, and he lightly pulled the kid closer to him, snapping him from his daze, and reminding him to pretend that he'd seen it all. He quickly led Johnny behind the bar, and through the doorway. Then he pushed the boy forward to go up the stairs, as he shut the door.

"Second door on your right." Matt said.

Johnny obliged, turning and opening the door. He threw a look at Matt before he entered, and the older man was quick to follow, unable to believe his luck, what with getting Johnny to come back with him so easily. Johnny looked around the bedroom, taking in his surroundings before he walked slowly to the bed, and sat down, practically making himself at home.

"What's this?" he asked, grabbing the empty vial from the bureau, and glancing up at Matt.

Matt didn't answer for a moment, and he neared the bed slowly. He reached down, and Johnny obediently handed him the bottle. The older man looked at it for a moment, taking note of the small amount that was still left in the bottle -- he quickly contemplated saving it or throwing it away.

"Medicine." he said. "It keeps us..." he lowered his gaze away from Johnny's. "..tame."

Johnny's eyes lowered, and he tried to think of something to change the subject, as Matt set the vial back on the bureau.

"Why haven't the hunters raided this place yet?" was the only thing he could come up with.

Matt gave a sigh, and sat down next to him on the bed, making sure their legs were touching with their closeness.

"Well," he said. "They're smart enough to know that they'd be outnumbered -- hunters generally hate to work with each other."

Johnny nodded -- now that he thought about it, Brandan only hung out with Ryan; they never tried to actually 'hunt' together.

"How old are you?" Matt asked randomly, the tone of wanting the subject to be changed to something completely different.

"Seventeen." Johnny answered; he was half curious as to how old Matt was, but he didn't want to ask, because it seemed like Matt hated talking about himself.

An awkward silence fell over them, and Matt suddenly placed a hand on Johnny's thigh. The kid tensed, and his breathing hitched, as he tried to ignore the butterflies that had erupted into his gut.

"When I said I liked you," Matt said quietly, "I meant I really liked you."

Johnny didn't know how to respond, so he didn't, just staring blankly at his legs as he felt his face flush slowly -- he'd never really had someone telling them they 'really liked' him. Matt reached over and grabbed the kid's chin; his grip wasn't gentle, but it wasn't rough to the point that it scared Johnny. Holding him in place, Matt leaned in and kissed him forcefully. Johnny's lips parted uncertainly, and as Matt's tongue slid between them, he tried to relax. He didn't know what it was, but something drew him to Matt -- an animal attraction one could call it.

The older man let go of Johnny's chin, moving it behind the kid's head, as he intensified the kiss, kneading his tongue into Johnny's. The boy finally started to react, pushing his tongue against Matt's inexpertly. The larger man suddenly broke the kiss; his breathing had become husky, and the hungry look was back in his eyes as he pushed Johnny back to lay down. They both stared at each other as Matt crawled over him, leaning down slowly to kiss him again.

Their tongues worked rhythmically together, being that Johnny had learned to relax a little. Breaking the kiss again, Matt moved his mouth to Johnny's neck. His tongue trailed over the soft skin, and he fought the urge to sink his teeth in. Johnny's body had tensed up again, and his chest rose and fell quickly with each deep breath he took, but he didn't protest. Matt stopped what he was doing to sit up. He pulled his shirt off, and grabbed the boy's -- Johnny was so caught up in the moment to care that things were happening fast. He held his arms up as Matt helped him out of his shirt, and as the older man's lips attacked his now bare collarbone, he ran his fingers through Matt's hair.

The older man glanced at Johnny's expression, before he moved further down. He trailed his tongue over the skin of Johnny's chest, just enjoying the faint taste -- it was different than Zack's or Jimmy's; it wasn't lycan. Johnny watched, unable to help himself, as Matt's lips and tongue moved against his stomach. The older man's teeth grazed his flesh more than enough times, but something in his subconscious told him that Matt wasn't going to hurt him -- intentionally.

Pushing his animal urges to the back of his mind, Matt slipped two of his fingers underneath the waistband of Johnny's jeans, kissing at the boy's soft skin just above the clothing. As he breathed through his nose, still moving his tongue against Johnny's skin, the boy's scent grew stronger to Matt's senses; a smell of lust that like the taste, was different from a lycan's. He hoped Johnny hadn't noticed the way Matt was practically sniffing him, it wasn't like he could help himself.

Johnny wouldn't lie -- he wanted Matt badly. He knew that Matt's cock had hardened, because he'd seen it pushing against the older man's jeans, but that didn't stop his embarrassment at his own erection. He continued to take deep breaths, moving his hands over the bed sheets, trying to get rid of the awkward feeling he had. Matt threw another look up at him, and their eyes met. Johnny took a deep breath, unable to hold the staring contest, and he dropped his head back. In the next second, he felt the button of his jeans come loose, followed by the zipper quickly sliding down.

Matt pulled the boy's pants down, excitement growing at the fact that Johnny wore nothing underneath. In no time, he'd completely undressed the kid, including his shoes, and he moved back up his body, one of his hands finding their way to Johnny's crotch. He pressed his lips roughly against the kid's, as he forcefully rubbed his hand against Johnny's impressive cock, and he felt his own twitch at the small, throaty noise the kid gave.

Biting lightly at Johnny's jaw bone, he used his other hand, and grabbed one of Johnny's wrists, pulling it towards his own groin. Johnny wasn't stupid, and he pushed his hand into Matt's crotch, rubbing the older man through his jeans in the way that was being done to him (with the exception of the jeans). Their lips met again, and the two of them kept at this for another few moments.

Matt stopped suddenly, and sat back again, reaching down to undo his own pants. Then he quickly kicked them off, before moving more onto the bed, and pulling Johnny with him. The kid's eyes moved over the older man's dick, and he had to say he was worried about the size, but he wasn't given much time to think about it, as Matt leaned down and started kissing him again.

He moved in between Johnny's legs, spreading them around himself, and he moved his lips to the kid's earlobe where he teased Johnny and battled with himself. It was hard having sex with a human after he'd been fucking other lycanthropes for so long. Werewolves weren't completely immune to pain, but they were able to handle it better than humans, especially a teenager. He felt bad, but he'd never wanted anything so much in his life -- at least anything he could remember at the moment.

He leaned up, and watched Johnny's expression, before he spit into his hand. The lust was evident on Johnny's face, as well as the nervousness, and he tried to soothe the kid without speaking, using his eyes. But like earlier, Johnny felt awkward in the staring contest, and he looked away, letting his head fall to the side as he waited patiently. As Matt covered his cock in his saliva, he watched the chest movements of the boy; he could practically hear Johnny's heart pounding.

He quickly stopped what he was doing, realizing he was basically just getting himself off as he watched Johnny, and he grabbed the kid's hips, holding him there as he moved to line himself up. He leaned down, and opened his mouth to tell him that it would hurt, but Johnny's lips suddenly caught his as he made a bold move and grabbed Matt's hips, pulling the older man's cock into him.

As the head entered Johnny's small hole, the kid's breathing stopped completely for a second, as his teeth closed around Matt's lip ring. The older man let out a groan, both at the tightness and the small cut that appeared in his lip from Johnny's teeth.

Johnny could feel the involuntary tears welling up in his eyes, but he ignored them as he tried to ignore the immense pain as well -- it felt like he was going to be split up the middle, or just lose his whole bottom half completely. Matt pulled his mouth away from Johnny's, and he pressed his lips against Johnny's neck, kissing him, and saying soft things to try and relieve the pain. Johnny moved his hands up Matt's back, biting his own lip, and he decided that the only way to get the pain over with was to get through it. He brushed his lips against Matt's shoulder, and he told the older man that he could keep going.

The small voice that encouraged Matt sent a shiver through his body. Here this kid was, experiencing probably one of the most painful things ever, and he was asking for more. Matt kissed Johnny's neck again, and as much as he thought it was wrong to keep going so quickly, he vowed to find Johnny's spot quickly to end the pain as soon as he could.

He pushed his cock in the rest of the way, and Johnny's back arched off the mattress in a pain spasm. Matt ignored it, sucking on a patch of skin underneath the kid's earlobe, and he started to pull out. Johnny had started bleeding immediately, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, because it aided in helping Matt's second thrust be smoother. He tried to angle himself just right, and he almost grinned triumphantly as Johnny's fingernails dug into his shoulderblades, and he gave a surprised gasp -- Matt'd found the kid's prostate.

The pain didn't completely disappear of course, especially as Matt's cock started to leave him again. But as the older man thrust into him again, another wave of pleasure swept over his body. He felt himself say Matt's name breathlessly, and his hands slid down the large, toned back to come to a rest at Matt's hips. The older man lifted his head, and the two kissed again. They both knew this wasn't going to last long, but neither cared.

As Matt angled into Johnny's spot yet again, he reached down to quickly wrap his fingers around the kid's cock, which had gone soft from the initial pain, but had started to harden again when Matt'd found what he'd been looking for. Johnny let out a noise as Matt's hand started to move over his dick, and after a few more pain-started thrusts turned pleasurable, Johnny found his hips moving up off the mattress to meet the older man's.

Matt groaned deep in his throat, and his head reared back as his hips rolled forwards, his movements gathering speed. He concentrated on keeping his thrusting as gentle as he could, making his hand movements less swift, but it was what he had to do, because he didn't want to lose control.

Johnny moaned again, and he felt a warm sensation starting to build in the pit of his gut. He pulled at Matt's hips, his own now too tired to raise off the mattress and meet Matt's thrusts halfway, and the older man didn't seem to mind though, and he bit at Johnny's bottom lip softly. Though Matt's hand movements were jerky, the older man was sure to hit Johnny's prostate with each thrust, and that was enough for the kid.

Matt's own orgasm was quickly uncoiling in his stomach, and he let out another throaty groan, followed by deep, haggard breaths as his thrusts quickened. Johnny gave a mewl, but not a pained one, so Matt didn't stop. The kid moaned once more, and Matt concurred with a noise of his own, his grip tightening around Johnny's dick.

The extra pressure on his cock was the breaking point, and Johnny gave a whimper as his hips spasmed upwards, and he came, mostly onto his own stomach. As Johnny was finishing cumming, his muscles clenched around Matt's cock, and the older man gave a primal growl, feeling his climax hit him harshly.

He said Johnny's name loudly, his hips jerking forward a few times as he came into the kid. He rode out his orgasm slowly, pulling the kid's hips towards him as he rolled his forward, and after what felt like forever, he'd caught his breath. He pulled his soft cock from Johnny, but laid down on top of him, resting his head on Johnny's chest, just under the kid's chin.

Johnny stared at the ceiling as his own breathing started to return to normal. The pain had returned to his ass, but he was too tired and worn out to even care. But more so, he was surprised that he'd just allowed himself to be seduced by a werewolf.

Sat, 08 Apr 2006 04:14:41 GMT

Thu, 06 Apr 2006 20:53:06 GMT

Title: Mother Machine Gun
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Jimmy // Johnny [eventual]
Rating: NC17 [Soon]
Summary: AU. Back in the '50s, feuds between gangs were common, but love? [Remake of the first A7x story I ever wrote].
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.

Note 01: This is a remake, as I said in the summary, but I'd like to inform all of the people who'd read it before that the premise hasn't changed, just the quality. I was rereading that fic a while ago, and realized how bad it was, so I decided to make it better. I only own a few characters, most of them are the other gang members. Other than that, I own zilch.
Note 02: Thought I'd let you know about this chapter; since it's the first one, it's introducing most of the characters, and will be long and maybe even boring. There's a flashback in here that's not important, but I wanted to include it anyway. Happy reading. =]

Mother Machine Gun

Chapter 01

The brightness of the sun blinded me as I followed Matt outside from our apartment building. I squinted against the light, and trotted to keep up with him as he started walking.

"Why're you walking like your heels are on fire?" I demanded.

He threw me a grin, and he didn't need to tell me how childish I sounded. I didn't care though, he was my older brother -- I was allowed to sound childish in front of him.

"Alex thought we'd be there about, oh, say, twenty minutes ago." he said, looking away from me. "Why?" he asked, throwing me another look. "Those short legs of yours have trouble keeping up?"

I rolled my eyes, and he reached over to playfully smack the back of my head. I let out a short noise, something of a 'hey', and I swung my arm out to hit him. He carefully twisted and took a few quick steps to get out of my way, chuckling at me. I stuck my tongue out at him, but I couldn't actually have been annoyed by him, it was almost impossible. We'd been best friends since I could remember, and I still looked up to him.

He was almost twenty years old, and he was built. And when I say 'built', I mean built. He spent most of his time lifting weights, and trying to impress the chicks -- more particularly one of my high school's cheerleaders -- and it was obvious that he cared about his body. I felt like such a fream when I stood next to him with my short and immature build. I was only sixteen, but he'd looked like that since seventeen -- maybe he was just blessed or something.

We'd been living together on our own for almost three years now, ever since our old man died; our mom went ape and started drinking any drop of anything within a two foot radius of herself. She flipped out on Matt one night, and that's when he told her he was taking me away. I remembered it clearly because it was probably the biggest thing that had happened in my life besides my dad.

~x~

"I don't even know you any more."

Her words were slurred as Matt stood there, fists clenched at his sides. She'd just gotten finished with throwing any and everything at him (all of which he'd evaded), and now there were random house items laying, broken, on the floor. She was breathing heavily from the energy she'd drained, and my thirteen-year-old self just stood there, at the beginning of the hallway, watching the both of them to see what would happen next.

"You're really one to talk, Ma." he finally said, after what felt like hours. And I was surprised by his tone, he didn't even sound angry.

She raised her eyebrows, confused at first. "I don't know what you're talking about, Matthew." she said.

Not only was she using that tone, but she was using his full first name. Nobody ever called him 'Matthew' except for his old teachers on the first day of school before he told them to call him Matt. He rolled his eyes at her, and started for the hallway, I quickly moved out of his way, flattening myself against the wall, and he passed me. Our mother, who just thought he was going to our room, put her hands on her hips and looked around the messy living room. But then we both heard a suitcase unzipping quickly and sharply.

We both headed back to his room where he was shoving clothes into a suitcase lying open on his bed.

"What do you think you're doing?" Mom asked, her tone admitting her shock.

"Packing." he answered shortly, not glancing up from what he was doing.

"Why?" she asked.

"I'm leaving."

He turned and looked at me, before tossing me a bag. He didn't have to say anything, and I obediently went to my own side of the room to my dresser to pack my stuff. Mom kind of just stood in the middle of the room, her mouth hanging open as she attempted to speak.

"You're not taking Johnny." she said, as though it was the most absurd thought in the world.

Matt zipped up his suitcase, and turned to her sharply. I don't know how anyone (much less our mom) couldn't have been intimidated by him.

"Who says?" he asked.

"Where will you go?" she asked. "You don't even have a job, how will you survive? How will he survive?" She jabbed a finger in my direction.

He made a face, rolling his eyes. "What? Are you writing a book or something?" he asked, before grabbing his suitcase.

He started out of the room, and she followed.

"Matthew, you can't take care of him, you're only seventeen." her words echoed off the walls as she stormed after him. "You aren't even a legal adult yet."

"I don't care." I heard him exclaim as I finished packing. "I'll do anything I have to do to make sure that we're no longer with you. I'll work however many jobs I need to, I'll take care of him."

There was silence, and I sat down on the end of my bed, not really knowing if I should go out there or not. I could picture my mother gaping at him -- not that I blamed her or anything, he never took that tone with her, much less told her that she was a bad parent.

"Matthew --" she started.

"Don't." his voice was almost inaudible.

I heard a thump, and he came back down the hallway -- he'd obviously set the suitcase down. He came into our room, but didn't meet my eyes as he walked to his bed. I was staring at the floor anyway.

He dropped to his knees and reached under his bed. He pulled out a worn, beat-up box. He kept his records in it, along with other random things. Holding it in one of his arms, he stood up.

"Are you ready?" he asked, still not looking at me.

I nodded, and he must've seen it out of the corner of his eye, because he started out the door again. I quickly followed, and our mother was just standing in the center of the living room, gaping -- like I'd imagined. Matt said nothing to her, walking over to the door.

"Johnny." Her voice cracked. I ignored her.

Matt threw a glance at her as he pulled open the door, holding it open with his leg, he bent and grabbed his suitcase in his other hand, before moving to let me through. I took the tiniest look at her, before stepping out into the hallway.

"Matt." she tried again, this time using his preferable name.

"Bye Mom." he said.

~x~

Apparently, Matt'd been saving up cause when we left we went right to other apartments, looking for a cheap stay. We found an affordable two-bedroom, and got situated immediately. The next day, when our mom was at work, he and his best friends, Alex, Danny, and Rickie, had gone to get our beds and stuff.

Turns out our mother died about three months after that, drug overdose. I hadn't really been sad or anything, ever since I could remember, it was our dad who took care of us. Our mom was just that nice lady that took care of us when he was at work. I know that's horrible, but it's how it was.

"Hey, John. Are you listening?"

I snapped out of my daze and side-glanced Matt, he raised an eyebrow at me, and I felt myself grin sheepishly.

"No...sorry." I admitted.

He gave a laugh. "Tell me you aren't cracking up on me." he said. "I was telling you a story and you weren't even paying attention."

I grinned again, looking down at the ground as I walked. He laughed once more, throwing an arm over my shoulder, and we reached the pizza shop. Hanging out at places like that had become a fad amongst us teens (or so the media said); truth be told, there wasn't anything else to do. If you liked baseball, you were set, but other than that, nada.

The most important members of our 'gang' were already seated at the table we normally chose, Alex, Danny, and Rickie. The best guys I'd ever known. Alex was Matt's best friend since grade school, and they'd done everything together, from their first cigarette at age twelve, to dropping out of school at the age of sixteen. Matt'd met Danny a year before at the record store, they'd both been looking for the new Bill Haley and His Comets record (though now, neither would admit it), and had almost gotten into a fight when there was only one left. He was a weird kind of guy, sometimes he brooded just way too much, but he was a loyal friend, and a tough fighter. Rickie had always been picked on in school because of his weight, and when he was fifteen, sixteen-year-old Matt had stood up to a group of seniors for him. They were the best friends he had, but more importantly, they didn't treat me like I was Matt's annoying kid brother as some of the other guys did.

"Well, look who finally decided to make the scene." Alex announced our presence as soon as he saw us.

Matt threw him a grin. "Sorry about that, boys." he said, stopping next to the table. "Didn't realize what time it was."

"Yeah, yeah," Danny said. "Too busy putting on your make-up."

Matt pointed accusingly at Danny as Alex made room for us (being that Dan and Rickie were seated together on one side of the table).

"I told you to keep your mouth shut." Matt said.

He gestured for me to sit down, and I slid into the booth next to Alex.

"Johnny Boy," he said; not intending to say anything else, just greeting me.

I only grinned at him, because I didn't have a chance to say anything as Matt all but fell on top of me when he went to sit down.

"Man," I said, pushing at him. "What the --?"

But I knew that look he had; his jaw muscles had clenched, and his whole body went tense. His hazel eyes were focused beyond Danny's head, and all of us followed his gaze. A girl from my school, she was going to be a senior this coming year, had just entered with a few of her friends. She was the cheerleader he had the hots for, Valary DiBenedetto. Danny let out a laugh, turning back around.

"Matt, my dear friend," he said. "How many times do we have to tell you to get over it?"

Matt rolled his eyes, "You don't think I have a chance with her?" He asked.

"It's not that you don't have a chance." Rickie said.

"It's that we don't want you taking that chance." Danny said -- it was like the two of them shared a mind, most of the time.

"Why not?" Alex asked, taking a drink of his soda. "There's nothing wrong with her."

"She's a papershaker, man." Danny said. "If Matt goes anywhere near her, those football players will pound him."

"He could take them on." I said.

"Not the whole team." Rickie said.

"Who says I couldn't take the whole team?" Matt asked.

"Are you actually saying you'd fight the whole football team for her?" Alex asked, side-glancing my brother.

"No." Matt quickly said, and we just stared at him. "Well, maybe, but that's not the point. There's nothing wrong with her, and I'm sure she'd be a great girlfriend."

"Yeah, you can have her perform cheers for you whenever you do something good," Danny said, causing Rickie to burst out laughing. "You washed the dishes, yay! Go! Fight! Wash!"

It was the lamest thing he could've said, but it wasn't the point. It was humorous, but what made it funnier was the red tinge creeping up Matt's neck. He shook his head.

"At least she's not like Sherry Spaz." he said.

"Oh." Rickie drew out, looking at Danny and laughing some more.

Danny's grin faded at the memory of one of his past girlfriends. The name Sherry Spaz should say it all, and should need no explanation.

"I don't think anyone could be like the Spaz." Alex said, smirking. "Danny sure knows how to pick 'em out."

Danny crossed his arms, leaning back in the booth, and cursing. Alex and Rickie only laughed, but Matt had tensed up again because Valary was on the move. She stopped at the counter, ordering herself something to drink, and she glanced over at us. I'm sure we made quite the pretty picture, all of us staring at her like geeks who hadn't seen a girl before. Alex, Rickie, and I quickly looked away, but Danny was now smirking at Matt, who seemed to be lost in a daze.

Valary smiled at my brother, and that snapped him back to life, and he tried to smile back. It looked painful. She got what she'd ordered, and she turned around, going back to where her friends were. I elbowed Matt after a moment, and he looked at me.

"You're practically sitting on my lap, you know." I said.

He apologized and moved, but then he, Alex, and I stopped again at the sight of what was coming through the door, more importantly, who. Danny and Rickie glanced over their shoulders, and a groan came from Danny.

"Oh boy," Alex said. "The Nosebleed Parade."

Danny and Rickie returned to facing us, both wearing the same sour expression. My brother's worst enemy and the main men of his gang had just entered, and they'd already caught sight of us, heading towards us. He went by Syn, I didn't know his real name, and I didn't ask, and he and my brother had apparently been going at it since high school, and their disagreement with each other was probably the most notorious in the neighborhood. His right hand man was an Impish-looking guy named Zack, I don't mean Imp in a bad way except for the fact that he seemed like an evil bastard. I'd seen him beat a few people up too, wasn't pretty. Mark was the strong, silent type, all brawn and no brains as Matt had said. The only thing he was good for was standing in the back with his large arms crossed in the hope of intimidating someone. The last guy with them was Syn's cousin, he was my age, cause he used to go to school with me; I think he just stopped going. He was a tall, lanky kid, who I'd never seen speak, I didn't even think he liked being associated with Syn's gang. I didn't know his name either.

"Well look who it is." Syn said, stopping beside us, and putting both of his hands on the table, looking over us. "What a pleasant surprise."

"Oh, please," Matt said. "Pleasure's all mine."

Their words were nice, but venom was oozing from their tones. For a moment, we were all silent, and we all just kind of glared at each other. Finally, Danny (whom I'd forgot to mention was impatient) spoke up.

"Hey, Pizzaface," he said, getting Syn's attention. "What the Hell do you want?"

Syn really didn't have a pizza face, but I guess you did what you had to do.

"Just here to show off." Alex said before Syn could reply though.

The leader of the other gang shifted his gaze to Alex, and he smirked, though his eyes narrowed; he'd always hated Alex for some reason, I never knew why.

"You boys sure can do a lot of talking." he said.

"You sure can do a lot of eating." Danny snorted.

Syn's eyes flashed. It wasn't like he was fat or anything, but it was obvious he tried to make his body look as good as Matt's -- that hadn't happened so far, and I think jealousy would be an understatement.

"You're cruisin' for a bruisin', my friend." he said in a low tone.

"Might want to drop dead while you're at it." Zack piped up from behind Syn, smirking at Danny.

"What, and look like you?" Danny asked without missing a beat.

Zack made a movement as if he was going to lunge at Danny, but Syn held his arm out, stopping him. Danny stood up, jaw muscles tightening, and I felt my eyebrows raise; he wasn't as built as Matt, but he was definitely taller.

"Dan." my brother said.

Danny didn't show any acknowledgment that he'd heard Matt, but he and Zack continued to glare at each other. I noticed that people were staring, and I shifted uncomfortably. Syn glanced at Zack, and then back at the table.

"Nah, Zack." he said. "Not today -- just got you out of the cooler yesterday."

A smirk appeared on Zack's face as though he were proud of this, and he looked away from Danny finally. Syn threw another look at Matt.

"We'll see you boys later."

We were silent as they started past us, back to one of the corner tables they liked to occupy. Syn's cousin and I met gazes, and one side of his mouth turned up, a half smirk at me just out of politeness. And I, surprisingly, returned it without hesitation -- just like that, we understood each other.

This was how most of our run-ins with Syn went, a lot of talk, but never did we break into fights right there in public, like I'd seen some other gangs do. The way we went along our business was that Matt and Syn would decide on a date for a rumble, and I wouldn't be allowed to go.

"Jeez." Alex said. "Sometimes this just gets old."

Matt raised his eyebrows with a nod, but said nothing. We fell silent, and I mentally thanked Syn, way to ruin the mood, man.

Is anyone even interested in this story anymore?

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 02:33:25 GMT

Title: Nightmares Win
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Multiple - But mostly Matt // Johnny
Rating: NC17 (future)
Summary: [AU]. It's the year 2066, and werewolves run amok in New York City.
Disclaimer: Not real dur. A Static Lullaby sing the song: "Nightmares Win 6-0".

00][01

Thanks so much for all the reviews, you guys do like it. =] And I feel like I should warn you about all the sex that's gonna be in this fic, but who complains about that? It's just that the werewolves I like are those lust-filled, sex-hungry beasts. You know, the ones perfect for pornos...ahh.

Nightmares Win

Chapter 02

Matt laid down on his back, stretching out, and next to him, Valary gave a sigh, pulling the sheet up to cover her naked body. She slid an arm over Matt's sweaty chest, moving closer to him, and resting her head on his shoulder. The two were silent as they breathed deeply, and after what could have been anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour, she took a breath -- one of those breaths were you knew someone was about to say something, and Matt forced himself not to fall asleep.

"That Marta's getting really nosy." she said. "I think she's onto me."

Matt absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair. "Do you want to stop following them?" he asked.

"I was thinking about it." she said, softly pressing her lips to his collarbone. "It's hard for an Aconite to fit in with a group of hunters."

Matt said it before he could stop himself. "Jimmy wouldn't complain."

Valary's mouth formed a small "o", and she was silent for a moment. She sat up sharply, clutching the sheet to her chest.

"Fine." she said, eyes flashing angrily. "Have your precious Jimmy do it then; I'm not getting myself killed for you."

Matt sighed as she leaned over the side of the bed, retrieving her tank top from the hardwood floor. He reached over and lightly grabbed her by the crook of the elbow.

"Val," he said, "Babe, please --"

She snatched her arm back. "Space, Matt." she said through bared teeth. "Obviously, you need that from me."

He rolled his eyes, and she got out of the bed, pulling her skirt up .He caught a glimpse of the scar on the back of her thigh, right under one of her buttocks -- it was where he'd bitten her to change her. Like Jimmy, she was a half-blood; everyone else in the Aconites were pure -- they were born into werewolf families.

"Valary." he said, sitting up, as she headed for the door.

She ignored him, and made sure to slam the door when she left. Matt gave another sigh, and let himself fall back down to the mattress. He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing Val from his mind. Lycanthrope women were fussy, but most of the time they'd lighten up within minutes.

There was a sudden knock at his door, and it opened shortly afterwards. Jimmy was only dressed in his low, hip-hugging black pants, and his face was flushed. A bitemark was bruising on his ribcage, a sensual bitemark. Brian was out, so he'd probably just come from Zack's room.

"Val said you had something for me to do." he said.

Matt rubbed his temple and shook his head. "No," he said. "She's just being....Val."

Jimmy nodded, and he put one of his arms across his mid-section, grabbing his own elbow and looking slightly childish.

"Yeah," he replied, he raised an eyebrow. "She's probably screwing Zack right now, he practically pounced on her when I left."

Matt smirked, knowing where this awkwardness with Jimmy was going. "Come here." he said.

Jimmy shut the door, and walked quickly to the bed, climbing over Matt and straddling the larger man's hips. Matt ran his hands up Jimmy's thighs, his thumbs tracing lightly over the insides, running close to the taller man's crotch. Jimmy studied Matt for a moment.

"You didn't take a dose today." he said.

Matt gave a sigh; werewolves could go a few days without the wolfsbane, he thought that it could be up to four days, but he wasn't sure, he'd never tried.

"Did you?" he asked, realizing he hadn't helped Jimmy out.

The taller man nodded. "Brian gave it to me." he said. His brow furrowed. "You're really starting to look haggard."

Matt smirked, but instead of saying anything, be put his hand on the back of Jimmy's head, and pulled the taller man down, bringing their lips to meet. He pushed his tongue into Jimmy's mouth, and rolled it against Jimmy's, his hands moving back to rest on Jimmy's thighs, his thumbs now moving in small circles over the other man's growing erection. His own cock had slowly started to harden, even if he'd just gotten done having sex with Valary, and Jimmy shifted around on top of him.

Matt popped the button of Jimmy's pants, and slowly pulled the zipper down. Jimmy offered a small, yet seductive grin and he leaned backwards slightly, pushing his hips forward. Matt tried to ignore the friction between them, Jimmy's denim clad groin against his bare one, though his cock had already started throbbing. As if able to read the larger man's mind, Jimmy moved around, helping to get his pants off -- he returned to straddling the older man's hips.

He leaned down and kissed Matt roughly, biting softly at his bottom lip, and Matt took a firm grip of Jimmy's hips, before rolling them over. He was between Jimmy's legs instantly, and he moved his lips down the taller man's neck, running his tongue over the pale skin. One of his calloused hands moved up the younger man's side, his nails scratching lightly, and it came to a stop at the side of Jimmy's head. He twisted his fingers into the taller man's shaggy hair and pulled slightly, getting Jimmy's head to rear back, neck bared. Matt attacked it with his lips, an assault of hot kisses and rough nibbles.

Jimmy let out a husky breath, his chest rising and falling sharply, and Matt's mouth moved further down. He traced his tongue around one of the taller man's nipples, before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently. Jimmy let out a small noise, and the older man reached up with one hand to give attention to Jimmy's other nipple, taking it between his thumb and forefinger and teasing it. Matt would've moved further down, but he was done with foreplay.

He sat back slightly, grabbing Jimmy's legs and spreading them as he pulled himself more between them. He held one of his hands out, and quickly spit into it, before coating his large cock in his make-shift lubricant. He was lined up within seconds, and he pushed his hips forward quickly.

Jimmy's back arched immediately, a groan rising from his throat. Matt let out a noise himself, burying his dick completely inside of the younger man, before he started to pull out. His second thrust was just as harsh, if not harsher, and he let out a grunt at the effort, his noise drowning out Jimmy's.

The younger man's hands clawed at Matt's muscular back, and his nails lacerated the skin slightly. Matt pulled out again, and he angled his next thrust, aiming for Jimmy's spot, and sure enough, as he sharply threw his hips forward, cock sliding easily with the aid of his saliva and Jimmy's spit, the younger man let out a throaty moan that let Matt know that the walls of pleasure had been breached.

Matt grabbed Jimmy's hips, lifting them and propping them up for easier access, and he started to thrust into the younger man quickly, keeping a rough pace. All thoughts had been strewn aside like Jimmy's pants, and the only thing either of them cared about was pleasure. Immense and powerful pleasure.

Jimmy's hand moved swiftly over his own dick, as Matt's cock continued to slide mercilessly in and out of him. The only sounds that could be heard throughout the darkness of the room were the bed's thumps against the wall, and the animalistic grunts that came from both men, primal sounds that would shame them if they were thinking consciously; sounds that would've reminded them of their abnormality.

~x~

Johnny locked the door of his apartment, pulling his messenger bag over his shoulder and quickly leaving the building. He'd woken up late, and at the time it took for him to get to school, he might as well had not planned on going to first period. As he stepped outside of the building, he zipped up his hoodie, before pulling a cigarette out -- his first, but definitely not only, morning smoke.

As he neared a corner, he braced himself. It was a club that was popular among some of the werewolf gangs, and though it was morning, there'd still be a few of them hanging out, soaking up the last minutes of darkness -- being that the sun wouldn't rise for at least a half hour. And because Johnny had never learned to keep his mouth shut, he almost always got into heated arguments with whomever decided to make a comment directed at him.

There were only three people standing there this morning. The first guy was tall, lanky -- and his hair was dark and shaggy. The second was a buff guy, longish hair flaring out from underneath a stylish fedora. And the third was a real mean looking one with face piercings, snakebites and a septum horseshoe. They just had that werewolf aura around them.

The one with the fedora nodded at Johnny, and the kid pretended not to notice, but he did hear the quiet comment: "...hanging out with that hunter."

Brandan was most definitely 'that hunter'. Piercings looked at Johnny, and he grinned, a cat-like smirk that contrasted what he really was.

"Well it looks like we've got ourselves a little hunter in training, then -- yeah?" he threw a glance at Fedora, who laughed -- typical bully.

Before Johnny could stop himself, a curse directed at Piercings slid from his lips, and Piercings narrowed his eyes, before his arms shot out and he grabbed the front of Johnny's jacket.

"What was that?" he asked with a sneer.

"Zack."

Both of them stopped, and everyone glanced around the corner to where Johnny recognized the stranger he'd bumped into before. He looked like he hadn't got any sleep, the bags under his eyes clear evidence of that. Piercings -- who was obviously the one called Zack, let Johnny go and he backed up slightly.

"You know him?" he asked.

"Yeah," the good-looking stranger said, "Ran into him yesterday."

Johnny knew that he was just doing it to save his ass, but he still found it humorous that such simple words made it seem like they actually knew each other.

"Was wondering why he had your smell, Shads." the guy with shaggy hair finally spoke up.

Johnny, assuming that since he was wearing the same jacket as the day before, that that was the reason he 'had Matt's smell', inconspicuously started to slip away. But as he was walking away, a thought struck him.

Shads.

Shadows.

Matt.

He turned and glanced over his shoulder, finding the four men engaged in a conversation, and he quickly continued on his way. That was the man Brandan was trying to bring down?

"I'm sorry about that." said a sudden voice.

Johnny stopped and turned, it was Shads. He'd caught up to him with no trouble, and Johnny glanced over his shoulder to find that the other three men had disappeared.

"About what?" the kid asked.

"Them." he answered, "Zack."

Johnny shrugged. "Aren't all werewolves supposed to be arrogant bastards?" he asked.

Matt looked hurt for a split second, but it was replaced by indifference as quickly as it had come. "What's your name?" he asked, changing the subject.

Johnny started to ask, 'What's it to you?', but found himself answering honestly instead. "John." he said.

"I'm --"

"Matt." Johnny interrupted. "I've heard."

The older man looked down at the sidewalk, giving a short nod. He raised his gaze again to meet Johnny's.

"Are you really a hunter in training?" he asked, honest curiosity.

"No." Johnny answered after a moment. "Not old enough."

"Don't start the training." Matt said.

Johnny's brow furrowed, and he felt his anger start to rise for some reason. "And why shouldn't I?" he asked.

Matt gave a sigh. "I'd like for us to get to know one another," he said, starting to back away slowly. "And that can't happen if you're trying to do me in."

Without another word, Matt turned on his heel and walked away. He disappeared into the building that was on the corner, where assumably his 'friends' had gone. Johnny stared at the corner for a long time, registering the fact that a werewolf, a notorious clan leader, wanted to get to know him.

Sun, 02 Apr 2006 22:39:48 GMT

Chapter 01

Johnathan Seward let the library door fall closed behind him as he stepped out onto the sidewalk. Like always, the New York streets were bustling with energy, even at nine o'clock at night. Throwing a look around him, he shifted his messenger bag around, and started walking home. He was seventeen years old, but hadn't been able to go to driving school yet. Wasn't like a car would do him much good anyway; the traffic was always busy, and he wouldn't have been surprised if he'd have been beaten home by someone walking. His grandma could've beat him walking home if he had a car and got stuck in traffic.

Pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, he expertly lit one and placed it between his lips. He'd been smoking since he was fourteen -- it was ever since his parents had been killed by a werewolf. It was common in 2066 New York; werewolves had been running astray since 2034, but in 2058 there'd been a law set down that any werewolf found wasn't to be killed by a hunter, instead transferred to a hospital -- sort of like an asylum -- where they'd receive treatment for their "disease". But every now and then there was one that hadn't been caught yet wandering the streets; most of these strays were killed by hunters, their bodies hidden so the hunter wouldn't get in trouble.

"Hey kid."

He ignored the voice of some older-looking guy in an alley; a drug dealer -- they were pretty common around the streets too.

"Not interested." he said, shrugging his arm out of the man's grasp when the bum had tried to stop him physically.

He was used to things like that, he was even used to watching werewolves get sacked -- whether they were killed or tranquilized for the hospital. It was everyday life for the ordinary New Yorker.

He squared his shoulders as he came to a corner where he recognized a notorious hunter. Brandan Schieppati had saved Johnny's life more than once, and had even offered Johnny training. However, anybody under eighteen couldn't begin training yet, much less get their hunter's license.

Brandan's lips curled upwards when he caught sight of Johnny, and he nodded he jerked his head slightly in a nod; an informal greeting. Johnny returned both the smirk and the nod, stopping in front of Brandan.

"How's it goin'?" the older man asked, uncrossing his arms, and straightening from the way he'd been leaning against the wall.

"Alright I guess," Johnny said. "Haven't heard any new stories about you and your mighty ways of bringing down the wolves lately -- don't tell me you're going soft on me."

Brandan grinned, "Wouldn't dream of it, doll." he said, using a term he called everyone, male or female. He reached forward and plucked the cigarette from between Johnny's lips. The younger man watched as Brandan took a drag, before holding it back out to him. "Just waiting for the right time to do something big."

"Big?" Johnny asked, putting the cigarette back in his mouth, off to the corner so he could speak. "Like throwing a gang leader from the roof of a building, after filling his furry ass with as much silver as possible?"

Brandan grinned again. "That one was pretty big, wasn't it?" he asked. "But no, I mean something else. Not just some pansy gang leader like that. Someone bigger." Brandan glanced around, before leaning forward slightly. "You ever hear of the Aconites?"

Johnny's brow furrowed. "No." he said, shaking his head.

Brandan swallowed, smirking once more. "This is why I wish you were eighteen, you'd already know all this shit, and you could help me out." he said. "The Aconites are a clan; much larger than a gang. They're the ones that've caused all this bull shit with the wolves -- if it weren't for them there wouldn't be such a high death toll."

"And you want to bring them down?" Johnny asked.

Brandan put his arms out at his sides, gesturing to himself. "Naturally," he said. "I mean, I am one of the highest ranked hunters, aren't I?"

Johnny grinned. "So who's the leader of this clan?" he asked.

Brandan leaned in again after another sweep of the street with his eyes. "He goes by the name of Shadows. I hear his name's Matt -- I can't kill him unless he does something though; which doesn't seem to want to happen. He's like, one of the lycanthropes that wishes he'd never transformed that first time. A born again Christian, if you will."

Johnny nodded, pulling his cigarette from his mouth to exhale smoke. He held it out to Brandan who shook his head, straightening to lean against the brick wall some more.

"When's your birthday?" the older man asked suddenly.

"Not for a couple of months," Johnny answered, "November."

Brandan made a face, looking away again. "Soon." he said. "Me and you could own these streets."

Johnny grinned, glancing down at his watch. "I have to get going." he said.

Brandan nodded. "Take care, man." he said.

Johnny nodded, saying something similar, before he started walking again. He didn't live too far away, thankfully. He needed to get home and finish something for school, even though he was considering dropping out. If he went into training for his eighteenth birthday as he planned, he'd have to stop going anyway.

He turned a corner, and ran smack into a large chest. Two arms grabbed his shoulders steadying him, and he glanced up slowly. He found himself staring into the hazel eyes of a very good-looking stranger. Not only was he tall, but he was very muscular, his sleeveless black shirt was enough to show that.

"Sorry," he said, a naturally raspy tone.

Johnny got a chill, and he doubted it was from the raspy tone (though there was a strange pleasurable sensation from that). No, this guy was one of them, he'd learned how to pick these guys out.

"Don't worry about it." Johnny said, words slurred from the cigarette which had moved to hanging off the middle of his bottom lip.

The stranger seemed to have taken note of the way Johnny was studying him; as if he knew that Johnny knew what he was. He swallowed hard, and stepped aside, giving the kid room to pass. Johnny muttered a small thanks before doing just that, and passing the man.

As he walked away, he quickened his pace, throwing a look over his shoulder. The stranger had been watching him, but had turned quickly and started back on his own way when Johnny had caught him. Johnny quickly pushed the man from his mind, no matter how good-looking he had looked, he was a monster.

Reviews would totally you know...make me swoon like a little girl.

Sat, 01 Apr 2006 13:14:17 GMT

Guess what.

Today's my birthday.

Get me Nikki Sixx.

Fri, 31 Mar 2006 22:55:30 GMT

Title: Got it Bad
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Johnny // Nikki Sixx of Mötley Crüe
Rating: NC17
Summary: [AU Crossover]. I got it bad, got it bad, got it bad...I'm hot for teacher.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur. Van Halen owns the song.

You all should know what Nikki Sixx looks like, but in case you don't (or you just want to see a really hot pic of him) Click.

Got it Bad

((Johnny's POV))

I glanced up from the test I was supposed to be taking -- you were at your desk, hidden by a newspaper. I'd been absent on a day my class had taken some test -- well, you were supposed to have thought I was absent. I'd coaxed my best friend into skipping first period, and we'd decided to walk down to McDonalds for breakfast. As we were walking away from school, who should be stopped at a red light on their way (a few minutes late) to school? I didn't tell Jimmy that my Algebra teacher had seen us skipping; Hell, I tried to tell myself that I hadn't seen you, seeing us skipping.

So there I was now, staying after school for both a detention and to make up this test. I looked down at my paper again, then at the clock. I'd already been there an hour and was only on the sixth question -- out of fifty. Fighting the urge to groan in distaste, I tried to return to the radical exponents or whatever it was called. My gaze soon shifted to the window though, and I started to zone out.

"Mr. Seward, do you plan on actually taking the test?"

You'd set the newspaper down and were now watching me, your eyes amused under a thick lock of your dark hair.

I quickly muttered something, grabbing my pencil, and looking at my test. I felt you watching me, so I pretended to write something down. You gave a sigh, and stood up, turning to erase the chalkboard. I glanced up at you, my mind wandering to how un-teacher-like you looked.

You were well-built for your age, and you always wore dark colors. You kept your longish hair dyed black, and wildly teased. You had tattoos on your hands, starting at the knuckles and running up to hide underneath the long sleeves you always wore. I'd heard your whole body was covered, and I didn't doubt that -- I just couldn't see how you'd been hired.

"Stop admiring my backside and get back to work."

I flinched as though I'd been hit, and tried to stutter out an apology. I didn't even deny the fact that I had been staring at your butt. I gnawed on my bottom lip, starting to tap my pencil on the desk.

My pencil suddenly slid from my grasp and it flew across the room, hitting the wall loudly, and clattering to the floor. You turned slowly, and paused, looking at the pencil, before glancing at me with a cocked eyebrow. I offered a small, embarrassed grin, sliding from my seat. You watched as I quickly crossed the room, and bent to pick up my pencil.

"Johnny," you said suddenly, and I turned to you as you set the eraser back down. "Bring me your test."

I went to my desk, dropping my pencil on it, and grabbing my test. As I slowly returned to you, I didn't meet your eyes. You had your arms crossed and were smirking in a cat-like way. I held out my test, and you lazily took it, your light eyes moving over it slowly. I shifted uncomfortably as you gave a sigh.

"You do want to pass, don't you?" you asked.

I nodded, but wouldn't meet your gaze still. Your eyes burned into the top of my head for what felt like hours, and finally you moved, crumpling up the paper.

"Well, this here is an easy F." you said, "That's gotta be a dent in your already horrible grade."

How could such assholes become teachers? It was no wonder people'd taken to calling you Professor Snape behind your back.

"I guess I'll just have to go to summer school." I said with a shrug.

You smirked. "Or you could help me with something." you said.

I didn't like the way the atmosphere had changed, and I quickly looked away from you again.

"What do you mean?" I asked, even though the cheap pornos Jimmy'd stolen from his father told me exactly what you meant. I didn't think stuff like this happened in real life.

You suddenly grabbed my hips, and pushed me against the end of your desk, roughly. A small noise caught in my throat, but you only smirked at me.

"Getting the picture?" you asked in a mocking tone.

I took a deep breath. "I don't --"

You placed your index finger over my lips, shushing me.

"If you help me with this," you said slowly. "I'll give you a C for this class, and for the last few periods we have until summer, you don't have to do anything."

I paused thoughtfully, I did need to pass this class. And it's not like you weren't extremely good-looking. I made a face.

"And the final exam?" I asked.

"Just show up, and pretend to take it." you said. "Your grade'll already be in the bag."

You rolled your hips into mine as though that would convince me, and you leaned down to kiss me. I tried to relax as my heartbeat quickened, and you ran your tongue across my bottom lip, demanding entry. I parted my lips unsurely, and you pushed your tongue into my mouth. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I rested them behind me on the desk. You suddenly broke the kiss.

"Tell me you're a virgin." you said.

One could've got that you were some sick pervert or something, wanting me to be a virgin. But it only made you hotter for some reason, and I nodded. You paused, seemingly battling with yourself. But then your lips greedily returned to mine.

This is where I had to ask myself if I was willing to give you my virginity for a C. It was hard to do, but I broke the kiss.

"Give me an A." I said.

You pushed your hips into mine again, and my breathing hitched as your large erection rubbed against mine.

"Too dodgy." you said, against my neck. "Your parents'll suspect something."

"Fine, a B." I said, taking a deep breath as your teeth grazed my skin.

"Deal," you said, before your lips returned to mine.

Your tongue slid into my mouth as you grabbed the bottom of my tee shirt, and after a moment of your sloppy kiss, you pulled away to lift my shirt slightly. I raised my arms for you, and you slid the article of clothing from my body.

"What about--?" I started to ask, my eyes darting to the door.

You kissed me, cutting me off. "Don't worry about it." you said.

I went to ask if you'd locked it, but you kissed me again. Your mouth moved from mine, traced my jaw line, and you bit my ear softly. Your lips didn't stop there, moving down and over my collarbone -- a chill moved through my body.

You suddenly lifted me up, sitting me on the desk, and pushing me back to lay down. I could feel the folded newspaper under me, but I ignored it, watching you. You pulled off your suit jacket, and draped it over your chair, unlike my shirt, which you'd just dropped onto the floor. As you started to unbutton your long-sleeved shirt, I watched your hands intently. You threw me a smirk as you started to pull the garment from your body, and my eyes moved over your chest slowly in silent awe at the ink that greeted me.

I couldn't admire you for too long, because you leaned down and kissed me again. Your fingers were then playing with my belt buckle, and my body tensed up. You bit at my bottom lip, sliding the belt from my jeans, and before I knew it, my fly was done, and you were sliding the pants from my body. In a moment, after you'd gotten my shoes off as well, I was completely naked on your desk.

Your tongue invaded my mouth expertly, and I kept my hands at my sides, not knowing how to go along with this. After a moment or two, you straightened, reaching for your pants. Your light eyes were trained on mine as you pulled your thick cock from its confines, and you moved between my legs. For a moment, I thought you were going to try this without any preparation. You put two of your fingers into your mouth, wetting them with your spit, and I looked away as you moved that hand between my legs. I concentrated on your husky breathing, and I tried to relax myself. The tip of one of your fingers pushed against my hole, and I took a deep breath as it slid into me.

You leaned down and pressed your lips to mine, and I opened my mouth without hesitation. Your finger pushed into me again, and I squirmed, trying to get used to the feeling. You stopped kissing me but kept your lips on mine, breathing deeply -- it seemed as though it'd been a while since you'd done anything. That was a bit surprising considering how gorgeous you were.

Without warning, you added another finger. I let out a short noise, and you kissed my jaw wetly. You pushed your two fingers into me again, and I wriggled my hips some more, but you didn't give me any mercy, following my movements with your hand. I took a quick breath, and you bit at my jaw. The relief of your fingers leaving me didn't last too long, as you roughly pushed them into me again .The discomfort, however, was suddenly replaced with a ripple of pleasure. I pushed my hips upward, taking a quick breath.

As quickly as the pleasure had come, you pulled your fingers out. My hips had started shaking slightly, and you straightened, your warm hands sliding from my body. I kept my gaze lowered as you spit into your hand quickly, and I shifted. I felt so awkward and embarrassed, laying there naked and vulnerable. It was wrong, extremely wrong. But I wanted to pass; and I wanted you. I glanced up just as you were covering your large cock in your own saliva. You moved forward, and I didn't meet your eyes as you grabbed my hips lightly, lining yourself up. You suddenly grabbed my chin with one of your hands, lifting my face so I met your eyes. Then you returned to pushing forward.

The head of your cock just barely touched my hole, and I felt myself tense up again. You pressed your lips against mine, and thrust into me -- not quick or roughly -- but not exactly soft and gentle either. I held my breath until you ceased your movement, meaning you were completely inside of me. I gave a short whimper, wanting to cry at the immense pain. You let out a low noise, and kissed my neck hungrily, slowly starting to pull out. You thrust into me quickly, and I grabbed your hips without thinking, not pushing you away, just needing something to hold onto.

I took a quick breath, letting out a short mewl, and you shushed me, your lips close to my ear, and sending a shiver down my spine. As you thrust into me a third time, I moved one of my hands to your longish hair -- I'd always wanted to touch it. Because of the hairspray you used, it felt slightly rough; but it was nice....as nice as it could feel at the moment that is. You bit my neck, and paused for a moment, and I took a few deep breaths, holding your hips in place, and squirming around slightly.

You thrust into me again, burying your dick deeply into me, and I felt that wave of immense pleasure once more, only this time it was stronger. My grip unintentionally tightened on your waist, and I bit my lip, trying not to moan loudly. Another angled thrust into my prostate, and my own dick came back to life, slowly hardening. You noticed this too, and moved a hand towards my groin.

I mewled once more as your warm fingers wrapped around my erection, and you groaned against my neck, before lifting your head to kiss me again. As your tongue snaked between my lips, you thrust your cock into me again, hitting my spot sharply. I moaned into your mouth, bucking my hips upwards. You broke the kiss to mutter something, but I didn't catch what it was.

I moved my hands up your back, my fingertips dancing over your spine, and I felt the shudder pass through your body.

"Ugh, God." I exclaimed suddenly, digging my nails into your back as you squeezed my cock lightly.

You grunted in response against my collarbone, your warm breath colliding with my sweat-dampened skin, and causing me to shudder this time. Your hand was moving swiftly over my cock, squeezing gently, and your thrusts were in sync with your hand movements. I moaned again, able to feel a warm sensation building in my stomach. I'd never exactly orgasmed before -- didn't get much time when I had to take care of two nosy, little brothers, but at that moment I knew I was pretty close.

You groaned again, the speed of your hand movements increasing, and I let out a whimper. I was at the edge, and one more thrust into me was just it; I came onto my gut. You let out a sudden moan, and your movements became stiff and clumsy.

My hands slid from your shoulders down to your waist, and I panted heavily as you grabbed the edge of the desk, slamming your hips forward so that your last few thrusts were violent and powerful. I let out a short noise, but it was drowned out by your drawn-out groan. I felt your body tense up, and you gave a final thrust, cumming inside of me. You collapsed on top of me, breathing deeply, and it was a long moment before we did anything else.

"As of now, Mr. Seward," you said slowly, straightening. "You have an eighty-five percent."

I smirked, but was suddenly overcome with a sense of shyness. I felt like I'd just scammed you, even though it was you who took my virginity. I didn't know if I should thank you or not, so I didn't say anything, and sat up as you pulled your pants up. I took a good look at your tattoos again, before I stood to grab my own pants. Well, at least I tried to stand -- I had to hold onto the desk for support. You gave me a smile, and said something about how the pain wouldn't last too long. I only nodded as you helped me into my pants. You even put my belt on me for me. I was annoyed by my own silence, so I said the only thing I could think to say.

"Wow."

You grinned at me again, grabbing my tee shirt and handing it to me. When I took it, you pulled your own shirt on, walking around your desk. I took a deep breath, preparing to put my shirt on when you laughed from behind me suddenly. I glanced over my shoulder, and you smirked as you buttoned your shirt.

"You have today's headline on your back." you said.

I twisted, trying to look over my shoulder some more. Sure enough, the newspaper I'd been laying on had reproduced a very faint copy of one of the headlines on my back. I laughed, and turned back around, pulling my shirt on.

"Do you need a ride home?" you asked.

I quickly shook my head. "No," I said. "I live like..right around the block."

You nodded, and I pulled my shoes on, before walking quickly to my desk -- having regained the power in my legs. You sat down, lounging back in your chair and glowing with what I could only call lust, and you watched me as I swung my backpack over my shoulder.

"I'll see you next class, Johnny." you said.

I grinned, and started to near the door.

"I don't know," I said. "I may just have to get caught skipping again."

You only grinned.

Thu, 30 Mar 2006 20:58:09 GMT

You know what's rad?

The fact that I started the whole usage of the term 'jimohnny'.

And now so many people are using it.

It makes me feel famous.

Soon, MySpace groups will be made for me.

Xanga blogrings.

And LJ communities.

Tue, 28 Mar 2006 23:52:53 GMT

Title: Familiar Realm
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Matt // Zacky
Rating: NC17
Summary: [Extreme AU]. `They say every time the bell sounds, an angel gets their wings...`
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
Dedications: All you reviewers, whom I don't have time to list. I love you guys.

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Sorry, sorry. I'm trying. I'm really sick, and I feel like crap, but I hope this chapter doesn't reflect that, because this is supposed to be like, the climax of the whole story...I think. Maybe not.

Familiar Realm

Chapter 05

I studied him for a moment, not really knowing what to do or say, and finally I relaxed.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

He shrugged, his hand sliding from my leg. I can't say I wasn't disappointed at the disappearance of the heat coming from it.

"I kind of think I wouldn't have said anything if I weren't sure." he said.

I started to roll my eyes, but caught that he was smirking, and my own lips curled up into a grin. It was weird; Matt was the most mysterious and strange man..well...thing I'd ever met, and yet I had this connection to him, I felt like I'd known him for years. I couldn't explain it. He lifted a brow at the way I'd suddenly been staring at him, and I quickly looked down mumbling something of an apology for spacing out on him like that.

"However," he said suddenly. "There aren't any more beds here." he said; he lifted a brow again, this time in what I wanted to say was a playful manner. "You might have to share this one with me."

Since when did angels play games like this? I gave a snort, brushing off the fact that at the mention of sharing a bed with him, the butterflies in my stomach had gone into a frenzy.

"I'm fine with that," I said. "Does it bother you?"

He grinned, but didn't answer me. And the next thing I know, we were leaning towards each other. I was either dreaming, or I was dreaming. And so far, it was a good dream, so I might as well go along with it. I closed the gap between us, pushing my lips against his. It was as though an electric surge ran through my body, and it caused bumps to rise on my flesh; it was, even at the risk of sounding like a fag, magical.

But suddenly, there was a loud crashing noise; it was so powerful that the walls shook -- the ground even had a rumble to it. We broke apart suddenly, and Matt was looking down at his legs, as if he didn't want to meet my eyes.

"You aren't gonna like this." he said quietly, before standing up.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

He threw a short glance at me. "Stay here." he said. "No matter what you hear."

From out in the area where that table was kept, I heard someone exclaim: "Michael, long time, no see." It sounded like Jimmy, but I'd only heard him speak once, so I couldn't have been too sure.

Matt neared the doorway quickly, and I wanted to ask what he'd meant, but he was gone too quickly, pulling the door shut -- not all the way though; he left it open about an inch or two. I held my breath, straining to listen, and I heard a muffled conversation.

"...has to be done."

"Get it over with quickly...."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on, but rather than jump to conclusions, I stayed quiet and waited some more. I heard chains moving around, more muffled voices, and then someone was pleading. The sawing sound I'd heard in my dream suddenly started, but not a second afterwards, I heard one of the most agony-ridden moans imaginable.

It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up, the bumps appear on my skin again, and my stomach churned. Matt'd been right, I wasn't liking this. You never hear men making noises like that -- sobbing, wailing. Just by the sound of it, I decided that nobody, no matter what they did, deserved to be in that much pain.

There was a pause in the sawing, and the man's pain-filled whimpers could be heard clearly; and I felt like I was going to throw up.

"It's almost over."

That was Matt's voice; the gentle tone he had was perhaps even sadder than the man's moans. But before I could get all swoony and melted over Matt, the sawing started up again.

I didn't know how long this went on, but 'almost over' was definitely an understatement. I'd laid down for a while, trying to tune out the noises, but then had ended up pacing the room, and occasionally walking to the door to see if I could catch a glimpse of what was going on. I couldn't help it; it was human curiosity I guess. Besides, curiosity killed the cat, not the bum.

Matt walked past the room I was in, obviously going to the bathroom, and I heard water start running a moment afterwards. That curiosity in me piqued, and I pulled open the door, taking a step out into the dark corridor. I could see straight out to the main room, where there was a figure in a chair, straddling it backwards the way Matt had been in my dream, when the same thing had happened to him.

I slowly made my way into the large room; the man was passed out seemingly, while blood streamed from the wounds on his back. But I took more note of Johnny's retreating back as he went out what looked like a back door, following Jimmy. They'd been carrying something between them, and though I hadn't seen what it was, I had an idea.

I did what any normal person would've done, whether they said they wouldn't have or not; I followed. They ended up going outside to what looked like a courtyard, used as a junk yard. Metal scraps, trash -- anything that wasn't of value or use. There was a large pile of black ashes in the center of the square yard, and I leaned against the door frame as Jimmy and Johnny carried a tarp, folded over and containing something in it, over to the pile. They dropped it at the base of the ash pyramid, and then started to walk away.

They didn't take notice of me, and for a moment I just felt like a fly on a wall. Jimmy grabbed a gas can from against the wall, and he walked back to the pile where Johnny had been pacing around in front of it waiting. He had a cigarette in his mouth, but hadn't lit it yet, tossing a book of matches up into the air in front of him, and catching it again. He and Jimmy didn't make eye contact as the taller man started to pour gasoline onto the folded tarp.

Johnny lit a match without a word, and after he lit the cigarette between his lips, he tossed it forward onto the tarp. He and Jimmy walked backwards a few feet as the tarp started catch. Within moments, it was as if a bonfire had been started, and thick plumes of smoke were spiraling into the air. The smoke from the tarp burning was gray, but in a few seconds it turned into an off-white color, before whitening completely to an almost blinding color.

Angel wings burned white smoke.

I was awed, needless to say. And for a while, all I could do was watch along with Jimmy and Johnny. I think I may have even stopped breathing for a while.

A hand suddenly settled on my shoulder, and I flinched as though I'd taken a hit, spinning to find Matt. I couldn't read the expression on his face, but he wouldn't meet my gaze, at least not for longer than five seconds.

"I didn't really want you to see." he said, he gave a dry smirk. "But then again, if you're planning on staying here, you'll have to grow used to it."

I threw a glance at the white smoke again. "Happens a lot, then?" I asked.

"I've lost count."

His fingers wrapped around my wrist suddenly, and he turned, starting to head back to the hallway that would lead to his room. I let him pull me through the large room, and I tried not to look at this guy, Michael, who was still passed out and chained to the chair.

"Don't worry." Matt said softly, as if reading my mind. "Jimmy'll clean him up when he comes back in."

"Then what'll happen to him?" I asked.

Matt let me pass him into his room, and he followed, shutting the door behind him. "He'll decide whether he wants to stay with us, or try and make it out there."

I stopped in the middle of the room as he walked past me to the cot. He turned to me, and pulled off his shirt. He raised his eyebrows as though to ask me if I cared or not. I shook my head quickly, and he sat down on the bed. I was taking that as the hint that he was getting ready for bed. I unsurely took a step towards the cot, suddenly overwhelmed with shyness at the fact that I'd so bluntly made it seem that I could sleep in the same bed with him.

He threw me a smirk as he laid down on his back, hands underneath his head, and I returned it, hoping it looked much stronger than it felt. I perched on the edge of the cot, and turned to look at him over my shoulder. He was watching me intently, head cocked slightly, but again, his expression was unreadable.

I did the only thing I could think to do, and leaned down to kiss him lightly. One of his hands was suddenly on the back of my head, holding me there as he deepened the kiss. I don't know how we got to it, but he moved us around (with much difficulty due to such a small bed), and I ended up laying down on my back, and he was over me. His hands were on the flimsy mattress on either side of my head, his large arms holding his body above mine.

"Matt --" I started, ready to tell him how comfortable I felt with him.

"I know." he said, cutting me off. "No need to try and explain."

I was thankful for that, cause it probably would've ended up like one of those cheesy movie scenes, and I would've probably embarrassed myself.

He leaned down, and pressed his lips against mine again. His tongue slid between my lips, and I allowed him to explore my mouth slowly. I tentatively placed my hands on his thick thighs, not wanting to go anywhere near his shoulder blades. He sat up suddenly, grabbed at the bottom of my tee shirt. He didn't need to ask me if I was sure, and I didn't need to worry if I was or not. It was an unspoken agreement of sorts.

When my shirt was removed, he wasted no time in undoing my jeans, and within moments, I was undressed, while he remained wearing his jeans. I wouldn't complain of course.

It took him forever to get his jeans undone, and as he did it, his lips were against mine, tongue teasing my own sensually. As he was finally kicking off his jeans, my natural instinct caused me to check him out -- remember what I said about curiosity.

It was no surprise that he was, in every way, shape and form, flawless. His whole body was perfection defined. He smiled at me, kissing me again as though he could read my mind.

He ended up between my legs, and he sat back on his haunches. He didn't watch me as he spit into his hand, but I kept my eyes trained on his hazel as he coated his large cock in his saliva. He hadn't even asked me if I'd ever done this before; which I had -- the things you had to do to survive on the streets -- but I didn't even care. His gaze lifted, and his intense stare met mine.

I smiled, and he mirrored it. I'd thrown the grotesque scene from earlier far from my mind, and I was happy, genuinely happy. Someone could've probably called me crazy, moving so fast with this stranger. But I didn't care, even though we were moving extremely fast.

His hands returned to either side of my head on the thin mattress, as he moved his hips around, lining himself up. His gaze locked with mine as he moved, and after a second I could feel the head of his cock prodding my hole. I wasn't tense, which was a surprise; I was as relaxed as I could've been at that moment. Keeping our staring contest going on, he leaned down and brushed his lips softly against mine.

I tore my eyes away from his, closing them, when his dick entered me; his size causing more pain than it normally would have anyway. He moved his face to the spot between my neck and shoulder, he seemed to fit there so perfectly, and his lips attached themselves to my flesh, before starting up a rhythmic movement.

His cock slid into me completely, and he held it there, allowing my body to settle around him and adjust. Moving one of his hands from the bed to comb through my hair gently, he started to pull his dick out. I let out a throaty noise as he slid into me a second time, more out of pain than anything, and he muttered something softly. It could've been: 'I'm sorry', or Hell, it could've been: 'Rover, sit'; I didn't care -- it was just the tone he used; that soothing one I'd heard earlier.

On the third thrust, the pain was slowly starting to subside, and he lifted his head to press his lips against mine again. He pushed into me for the fourth time, and I took some of the initiative, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He started to slowly massage it with his without missing a beat, and his back arched just slightly as he angled that thrust inside of me.

A ripple of pleasure washed throughout my body, and I let out a hiss of air, not having quite enough energy to produce a moan. He let out a short noise, kissing my cheek softly, and thrusting his cock deeply inside of me again, pressing his lips to mine once more as a groan stirred in my chest this time.

The hand that had been stroking my hair moved down my body, and I felt chills shoot up my spine as his fingertips ghosted over my lower abdomen. His warm fingers closed around my own erection, and I groaned again, moving my hips upwards.

Matt's cock pushed into my prostate again, and the groan I let out this time was a little high-pitched as his hand had started moving over my dick. He thrust again, as his tongue pushed mine from his mouth, only to have his slide past my lips.

The cot had started making short squeaky noises, and if I hadn't been so caught up in the moment, I may have found it slightly humorous. His thumb traced the large vein of my cock, and danced over the head of my cock, and I bucked my hips upward again, letting out a mewl.

His dick hit my spot once more, and I felt myself reach the edge. My back arched momentarily as I came suddenly -- I hadn't expected it to be over so soon, but I wasn't embarrassed thankfully. I said his name as I collapsed to the cheap mattress. Matt's movements quickened slightly, and without thinking, I moved my hands up his back.

My fingers just barely brushed over the stumps that had once been wings, and I felt a shiver race through my body, even though I was sweating. I was at first nervous that I'd hurt him, but he only let out a short groan against my neck, seemingly unaffected by me touching his scars.

His body tensed up, and as he himself reached his climax, I felt a large release of power -- almost a supernatural feeling. After a few minutes of us breathing hard, and his lips passing over my neck a few more times, he moved us around (again with difficulty on the small bed), and he managed to squeeze himself between me and the wall.

"Matt --" I started again, but he pressed his index finger over my lips.

He didn't say anything, so neither did I. And as I stared at the dark ceiling, he slowly fell asleep beside me. After what felt like hours, I too fell asleep -- and not a restless slumber that I'd had since I could remember. I got a good sleep that night.

Eurgh, I'm so sick. I'm sorry if this isn't as good as it could be.

Mon, 27 Mar 2006 13:51:29 GMT

Title: Ataraxia
Author: atrocious_x
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jimonnah
Summary: Jimmy's a medical student in Massachusetts, and he happens to fall for a book-keeper, however, it's a time when Christianity is at its pique. What'll happen?
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.

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Sorry it's taking so friggin long. I'm trying, I really am. And this chapter is going to show a dramatic change in one of the characters, hopefully you won't hate me for it; but I needed to do it because of a future scene which I cannot wait to write. Also, this chapter is really short; but it's just a fill-in chapter, you know how I hate these chapters, but they're completely necessary.

Ataraxia

Chapter 05

Matt Sanders was not in a good mood, not at all. First, Professor Strohe had decided to embarrass him in front of the class; and then the old bastard had made Matt stay after for a lecture on paying attention. It wasn't his fault he didn't want to learn; he simply did not want to be a doctor. His parents were paying for him to go through medical school; they wanted him to have that profession. To top off what was definitely a bad day, there was a faint mist coming from the sky; surely about to turn into an outright downpour.

He threw a look around at the close-to-empty streets, and felt himself stop in his tracks. He barely took notice of the fact that he was stopped in front of a bookshop; he could've cared less what kind of store it was, because inside the front window; the main window, he could see a very familiar classmate. A familiar classmate who was leaning across the counter, lips touching those of the store-owner's. Granted, there was nobody around to see them except Matt, but Jimmy was kissing another man in public! Might as well had been standing outside the store.

Something inside of Matt snapped; not at the fact that Jimmy was kissing another man; at the fact that it wasn't him he was kissing. Sure, he was getting married soon (that was a definite, his family wouldn't allow him to argue his point of not wanting marriage yet), but if James Sullivan was to be kissing any man, it should've been him. Did he not remember the times when he'd flirt with Matt, and Matt would flirt right back?

Trying to relax his jaw muscles, Matt turned away from the shop, and took a deep breath. Maybe it was his own fault for assuming Jimmy would always be something of a relationship life-line. It was selfish of him, he knew that, looking at Jimmy as almost a piece of property. But he'd known the kid for a while, and that's how their friendship had started out.

He started to storm off, trying to push his classmate from his mind, and just as he was accomplishing that, the rain started to come heavier. He stopped, dropping his bag, and glared at nothing in particular. Matt Sanders was not in a good mood, not at all.

~x~

"Doesn't look like you'll be able to go home any time soon."

Jimmy followed Johnny's gaze to the window; raindrops pelted the window with practically enough force to shatter the glass. He turned back to Johnny who was smirking, and his own lips curled up.

"It would appear that way." he said, leaning across the counter to place a light kiss on the shorter man's lips again.

They'd been doing that since Jimmy had gotten out of class; talking about random things, and sharing soft kisses. They didn't even care about the window in front of them -- no one came to the bookstore anyway.

"What are you doing tomorrow evening?" Johnny asked.

"Getting married." Jimmy answered with a grin.

Johnny rolled his eyes. "Dinner?" he asked, ignoring the older man's retort.

"Hmm..." Jimmy said, placing his hands on his hips. "I strongly doubt you're inviting me over for dinner."

"Stop being all smart with me." Johnny said, though smirking. "You know as well as I do what I'm inviting you over for."

Jimmy grinned and leaned across the counter again, ghosting his lips over Johnny's again. "Okay." he said. "Dinner it is then."

If the two hadn't been so infatuated with each other, they may have realized that the bad weather was just a sign of things to come.

Woah, I got all...cheesy at the end. Oh well. Sorry it was so short.

Sun, 26 Mar 2006 13:43:12 GMT

Title: Familiar Realm
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Matt // Zacky
Rating: NC17 (later chapters)
Summary: [Extreme AU]. `They say every time the bell sounds, an angel gets their wings...`
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.

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So sorry it's taking so long to update. Not only do I have limited time on this computer, but my Muse seemed to have gone on vacation for like two weeks straight. I can't guarantee that it won't happen again, but I can promise to try and finish this as quickly as I can, so I don't have to make you wait anymore.

Familiar Realm

Chapter 04

I just stared at him for a moment, wondering why he was being so open with me. He probably felt the connection between us that I felt -- I couldn't explain it, but it was there.

"So...you were condemned..." I said, unsurely. "To stay here?"

"Exactly." he replied.

"And Jimmy?" I questioned, pointing off towards where the taller man had disappeared.

He nodded. "Him too," he said. "And Johnny -- all of us for the same reason."

"At the same time?" I asked, figuring I'd found out who Johnny was soon enough.

"No." Matt answered, "They were here before me." he paused as one of his arms bent over his shoulder, aimlessly touching his back. I was almost caught up in the way his muscles moved under his skin. "They did this to me."

I was appalled; he was living, and being all buddy-buddy, with the men who'd cut off his wings?

"It's their job." he said, noticing my expression. "Everyone is sent here when condemned -- it's their choice to stay; so far I'm the only one who's chosen that."

"Who cut off their wings?" I asked. "Each other?"

"No." he said. "The ones with their job before them left, we didn't find out why."

I said nothing, and he started to pull on his shirt again. I watched the muscles some more, so unable to help myself.

"How painful was it?" I asked randomly.

"Worst pain I've ever felt." he said slowly. "And I've been here hundreds of years -- felt a lot of pain."

He sat down as I fell silent once more, and he resumed shuffling cards. I swallowed, watching his hands.

"I think you're the first person to not to laugh at me, and leave." he said slowly, tone amused. "Besides other angels of course."

"How many angels have been condemned?" I asked, I couldn't imagine there was a lot.

"Hundreds, even millions." he said.

I fell silent again, not knowing what to say. I looked back down at his hands, but then my eyes traveled up his arms. There were long scars, gashes in his skin -- whenever he'd done that, he'd meant business.

"As you can see," he said, raspy voice interrupting my thoughts. "Though I've tried; I can't die."

I raised my gaze awkwardly to meet his. It reminded me vaguely of the movie "The Crow". In the original story line, Eric Draven tried to kill himself, but since the crow made him immortal, he obviously couldn't, and his wounds would only heal -- that part wasn't shown in the movie though. I opened my mouth trying to say something, but failed and shook my head, looking down again.

"So tell me about this dream you had about me." he said.

I felt my face heat up; I'd forgotten that I'd mentioned having a dream about him.

"It was just...Jimmy I guess, cutting...you know.." I didn't know how to say this. "Your wings."

He smirked again, this time at my inability to speak. "Think you'll stop stalking me now that you know my story?" he asked.

I snorted, but before I could answer, one of the doors I'd come in opened loudly. I turned in my chair as Matt glanced up. I took in his appearance quickly -- he was short, and his hair was dyed a bright red color. He was wearing your everyday jeans and black tee shirt, carrying a paper bag, and smoking a cigarette.

"That was fast." Matt replied as the guy headed towards us.

He shrugged, setting the bag on the table. He glanced at me, then back at Matt questioningly.

"This is Zack." he said, "Zack -- Johnny."

The man extended a hand, pulling his cigarette from his mouth with the other. "Nice to meet you." he said, though I couldn't tell if he was speaking truthfully or not.

"You too." I said.

When we'd reclaimed our hands, he took a drag of his cigarette, glancing around.

"Where's Jim?" he asked.

"He was in the garage." Matt said, pushing the bag across the table slightly so he could continue shuffling -- it was easy to assume that he only shuffled because he needed something to do with his hands.

Catching sight of this, Johnny grabbed the bag again. He threw a polite smile at me, before turning and heading off down the hallway Jimmy had disappeared down. Matt watched his retreating back for a moment before glancing back at me.

"I have to go somewhere." he said. "You can stay here if you want, or you can go back to wandering the streets."

"I can't come with you?" I asked.

He smirked. "You don't have a crush on me, do you?" he asked playfully.

I felt my face heat up again. "No." I said quickly. "I just meant -- I just wanted --"

"Whoa, calm down buddy." he said, grinning. "I was just kidding -- but no, you can't come with me."

"Well...what is there to do around this place?" I asked, throwing a glance around.

He shrugged. "You could just like...look around or something, I don't fuckin' know."

I grinned, and looked down as he stood up, setting the deck of cards on the table.

"You could play a game of solitaire or something." he said, "Get Jim and John and you guys can have a round of Go Fish, seeing that Johnny sucks at poker."

I smirked. "Are you good at poker?" I asked, accusingly.

"I'm the best there ever was." he said, before heading passed me towards the doors.

I turned in my chair, but neither of us said anything else as he left. I sat there for a few moments, before I stood up, deciding to take Matt up on the offer of looking around. I didn't want to go down the corridor both Johnny and Jimmy had disappeared down, so I chose the one opposite to that.

The first room I looked in was a pretty nice sized room, but was empty. Against the wall there was a cot-like bed, and there was just something in me that told me it was Matt's. Making a mental note to come back to this room, I left it, and continued down the hall. Most of the other rooms were empty; I found a bathroom that was reasonably clean, a few storage closets, and another make-shift bedroom, this time with a big mattress on the floor. I hated to assume things about people, but I guessed that this room was Jimmy and Johnny's; they seemed to be pretty close -- more than just friends.

Kind of put down that there was nothing exciting to be found, I headed back to Matt's room. As I sat down on the cot, I ignored the sound it made. I couldn't imagine how someone as big as Matt could sleep on it, I could just picture him sitting down and it collapsing.

I laid down on it, facing the doorway, and realized how depressing this room seemed. It was no wonder why Matt was so angsty. It was strange, but even though I knew that my problems were nowhere near the size of his, he and I were alike. I hated to say it, but I felt more comfortable with him than I did with Brian.

Brian couldn't understand me, even though he tried really hard. Matt understood me without me saying anything. Brian was generally a happy person, and the only thing that remotely saddened him was missing a date with Michelle (or me being the stubborn jackass I was). Matt seemed to get happy for about a millisecond, before he slipped back into his angst.

I didn't want to sound fatheaded, but I felt that Matt needed me, and I needed him. It was hard to explain, so I didn't even try anymore, instead feeling myself slipping into a restless sleep.

~x~

I opened my eyes, taking in a deep breath. My vision was blurred from grog, but as it cleared I found myself staring at two denim clad legs. I lifted my gaze, and found that Matt was leaning against the doorframe, strong arms crossed over his chest, and look of amusement on his face.

"I thought you'd left." he said.

I sat up quickly, but realized this was a bad idea as I got a head rush. "How long were you standing there?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I wasn't counting." he said. "I find it quite humorous that you were sleeping in my bed though; can I ask why?"

"Uh..." I started slowly. "It was comfortable?"

He smirked, and straightened. Then he neared me and the bed, sitting down next to me. The cot sunk beneath his weight and gave an irritable noise of protest, but it went ignored as he stretched his legs out in front of him and leaned back slightly.

"Where did you have to go?" I asked.

He gave a scoff, shaking his head, and closing his eyes. It was obvious he didn't care too much for what he'd been doing. "Nowhere." he said. "Needed to talk to someone."

I nodded. He side-glanced me.

"So," he said. "You planning on staying the night, or what?"

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Around nine." he replied. "You slept the day away, man."

"I guess I'll leave." I said, going to stand up.

He put a hand on my knee quickly. "You don't have to."

Leaving it there for now, you guys can be guaranteed a good chapter after this one.

Sat, 25 Mar 2006 21:50:34 GMT

Title: Thriller Night
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Synyster // Zacky
Rating: NC17
Summary: [Cheesy AU]. It's close to midnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark.
Disclaimer: Not real dur.

Since "Thriller" is one of the best songs ever (done by one of the best singers ever), I just had to write a fic about it. Well, I wrote this a few days ago at school when I was really bored, and still in my writer's block funk. I kind of like the cheesiness of this, but I don't know if you will. This is a kind of important note -- as you know, I hate writing fics without sex scenes in them, so you can be guaranteed the one in this fic, and just to warn you, it's really short, because this isn't a PWP. Okay, now you can read it.

Thriller Night

((Zacky's POV))

I turned away from the movie screen grimacing. So far the movie Brian and I had paid to see was nothing but a werewolf tearing people open. It was cool at first, but after a while, like ten minutes, it got to be just too much. Brian laughed quietly at me, turning to me, and the amusement in his eyes wasn't hard to see despite the darkness of the theater.

"I can't believe you're sitting here watching this." I said.

He glanced back up at the screen, and in the movie I could hear the sound of flesh ripping; it wouldn't have been so bad, had it not sounded so god awfully real.

"It's not that bad." he said, turning back to me. "Are you scared?"

"No," I said, perhaps a little too quickly. "Just grossed out. I'm gonna throw up."

He grinned and turned in his seat completely, leaning towards me.

"Don't worry." he said, ghosting his lips over mine. "I'm sure we can make it better."

I rolled my eyes; he always thought he could fix things with a kiss. I opened my mouth to say this to him, but his lips were on mine again, this time firmly and forcefully. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth, and I suddenly felt his hand cupping my groin. I broke the kiss for a quick breath, but I barely got any air into my lungs and his lips were on mine again, his hand moving slowly to rub my quickly hardening cock.

There was a loud bang-type noise from the movie, and the speakers in the theater all but exploded, causing both Brian and I to flinch as though we'd been hit. We both glanced at the screen just in time to see the lycanthrope biting into some chick's throat, and taking out a hunk of flesh. Erection gone.

I stood up. "I'm going outside." I said .

"What?" Brian asked, sounding very much like a child. "Babe, come on."

I shook my head. "Sorry," I said, glancing at him as I grabbed my hoodie from the empty chair next to me. "You can stay, but I'm just really sickened and bored of the movie."

Without another word, I turned and walked towards the exit. As I was leaving, the only sound I could hear was that chick screaming. It was so annoying. Talk about a bad horror movie.

I stepped outside, pulling my hoodie tighter around myself, and glancing around. I amused myself for a few moments by watching my breath fog up in front of my face, but that obviously didn't stay fun for too long. I crossed my arms, and looked around. It was Friday night, and yet the streets appeared empty; I would've thought it was kind of creepy, but I didn't want to make it seem like the movie had gotten to me that bad.

"Zack." Brian's voice came from behind me, and I turned to see him coming out of the doors and pulling on his jacket. "Babe, it's only a movie."

I rolled my eyes. "So what?" I asked. "Sorry I don't get off on blood and gore -- it kind of freaks me out that you do."

He laughed, and pushed his hands into his coat pockets. "It doesn't get me off." he said; was it just me or did that sound like a lie? God, I was paranoid. "Just admit it, you were scared, weren't you?"

I shook my head, giving a scoff. "I wasn't that scared." I said.

He laughed again, and I made an annoyed sound in my throat, before turning around and starting down the sidewalk. I heard his quick footsteps, and a moment later he fell into step beside me.

"Know what this reminds me of?" he asked.

"What?" I questioned, not really caring.

"Just one of your favorite videos ever." he said.

I paused, there were about a hundred music videos I'd put in that category. I didn't realize that he'd slowed down his pace, until I turned to speak to him. He suddenly came around my other side.

"It's close to midnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark." he sang.

I tried to be irritated, but I couldn't help but grin. "Man," I said. "Don't."

The cocky grin was kept on his face. "Under the moooooonlight," he sang, making himself look like a jackass. "You see a sight that almost stops your heart."

"If you don't stop," I said. "I swear to God."

He laughed. "Alright, alright." he said, and he slung an arm over my shoulders. "I apologize."

We fell silent as we kept walking. I hated to admit it, but he was right; this was totally like Michael's "Thriller". I was mildly surprised though that Brian knew the words; it was one of my favorite songs, but he seemed to hate it.

"Just one more line," he said suddenly. When I didn't object, he pulled me tighter. "Now is the time; for you and I to cuddle close together. All through the night; I'll save you from the terror on the screen --"

"That's more than one line," I said, playfully cutting him off.

He grinned again, and kissed me sloppily on the cheek. I reached up and wiped at where his lips had been. I wouldn't say anything, but all day he'd been acting differently. It was strange, almost animalistic. I hated when I watched horror movies, they always turned me into some kind of freak.

He started humming, and I rolled my eyes.

"I can't help it." he replied, with a grin. "Now I have the song stuck in my head."

"Whatever." I said.

"You know you want to see me do that dance." he said.

"Do you even know the dance?" I asked skeptically.

He stopped, holding me with him, and his arm slid from around my shoulders. He trotted a few paces ahead and turned to me, the grin on his face caused me to grin as well; it was inevitable.

"Watch this." he said.

He gave a few jerky motions as he took robotic steps towards me, and I tried not to laugh. Then he lifted one of his shoulders in one of M.J.'s signature moves, repeating that a few times, before he turned to his side, one arm in front of him, the other out behind him. His hips wriggled slightly, a quick thrusting motion. I gave up, I couldn't contain the laughter any longer.

"There is something seriously wrong with you." I said, starting to walk passed him. "How do you even know that dance?"

His arm slid around me again. "I learned it cause I knew you'd think I was sexy doing it." he said. "But you didn't even let me finish."

"Believe me, I saw enough." I said. "Besides, it's cold, and I just want to get back to your place."

We fell silent again, and for a moment, the only thing I could hear was both of us breathing. But then I heard something behind us, something like a shuffling footstep. I turned sharply, and Brian almost fell over, his arm sliding from my shoulders again.

"Babe?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

I squinted, trying to see down the street in such dim lighting from the streetlamps. Then I glanced at him. "You didn't hear that?" I asked.

"Hear what?" he questioned.

I looked around again, but shrugged. "Nothing." I said. "Just being paranoid."

He grinned, and his arm slid around my waist. As we continued walking, I heard some more of those noises; I ignored them because Brian did. I assumed it was all just in my head. We started to turn a corner, but I came to a halt, stopping him with me.

"Zack," he said, sounding both confused and annoyed.

I didn't respond. In front of us there was a trio of people. I couldn't really see them because they were hidden in shadows. I felt like I'd stepped into one of those 70's zombie movies with the way the people were walking. I glanced at Brian, who was intently watching the scene in front of us. The expression on his face was unreadable.

"Is it just me being paranoid?" I asked in a whisper.

He snorted. "Totally." he said, and he started to steer me away from that street, heading the way we'd been before we turned a corner. "Not even eleven and these people are drunk of their asses."

We ended up heading the long way, and even though our new route was clear and drunken monkey free, I couldn't quite shake the feeling that something wasn't right. It didn't help that I could still hear that shuffling noise.

"Brian," I said, suddenly stopping, and shrugging out of his grasp. "I know you hear it."

I turned behind us and found that the three people from a moment ago were following us, and two more people had added onto their little clique. I glanced at Brian whose face was unreadable again as he studied the group of people. A noise came from behind us -- the way which we'd been heading, and we both spun to see three more people -- now totaling eight surrounding us. There was no doubt in my mind that these things were zombies, and I was sure I'd gone insane.

"Zack," Brian said again, "Look."

I glanced at him, and he nodded towards a house. It was your perfect haunted house, old and shitty. Looking as though it were going to collapse any moment, it stood on a short hill, complete with a gnarled tree in its front yard. And as in any scary movie out there; it seemed to be the only place we'd be able to get to if we made a run for it.

An empty sounding groan came from one of the zombies, and we turned again to see that they were closing in on us. Brian threw a glance at the house again.

"Head for it." he said. "I'll meet you there in a minute."

"Brian," I said, "That's the dumbest idea --"

"Do it." he said. "I'll distract them."

He gave me a light shove, and I did the only thing I could think to do -- run for the house. The depressive moans filled the cold night air, but I didn't turn around as I ran up the sidewalk of the house. I jumped up onto the creaky porch, and grabbed at the doorknob. It was unlocked; I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

I ran into the first room I came to, shutting the door behind me. I was in a parlor room, and the once fancy couches were covered in dusty sheets. I turned and grabbed one of the sheet covered chairs, pulling it in front of the door, before I glanced around the room. It was empty; and it seemed safe for the most part.

I glanced at the door, able to hear the toneless voices of the zombies outside, and I backed away from it slowly, my mind going crazy with thoughts. It seriously felt like I'd stepped into the lamest horror movie ever, yet however lame it was, I was scared shitless.

My back hit the large, boarded up window, and the wood that covered it suddenly shattered as a fist burst through. I let out a noise, a yelp mixed with a gasp, and I turned, now backing away from the window as the wood was pounded on by what sounded like more than one zombie. The floor seemingly exploded beneath me as a man burst up from the boards. Another yell from me, and I went to run passed it.

The other window in the room, the one I'd been headed towards burst as well, and I froze in my tracks; I was cornered. I turned, backing into the corner and watching as the monsters each found their own way into the room. I hit the wall, and slid down into a sitting position, cowering. The door I'd blocked off with the chair suddenly shattered as well, and I felt my heat leap as I recognized the jacket sleeve on the arm that came through the door.

Brian's other arm shot through the door, and he managed to push the chair out of the way, before kicking down the dry-rotted door. Any spark of hope I'd had in me failed at the sight of him; it was obvious by the graying, decaying skin that he was now one of them. I watched as he started to near me, the groans from the others filling my ears, before I covered my head with my arms, unable to keep watching as his arm reached for me.

A hand settled on my shoulder, and I screamed; the only thing I was able to do. But then I heard his voice, he was saying my name. I opened my eyes, and found that I was in the corner of Brian's brightly lit living room, he was crouched in front of me, and he smirked when I looked at him.

"What's the problem?" he asked. "I didn't think the movie scared you that much."

I just stared at him, my jaw hanging. He grinned again.

"Come on, babe." he said. "I'll take you home."

He grabbed my shoulders, and helped me to my feet. I realized that both he and I were fine, and I felt the air start to rush back into my lungs again. I took a few, grateful breaths as he led me towards the doorway, but I stopped him.

"No," I said. "I don't want to leave...just yet."

He grinned, but I caught a faint hint of something like worry. "Are you sure?" he asked.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, just thankful that he was there. "Yeah," I said. "Of course."

The grin returned as he caught what I was saying, and I saw his eyes flicker to the clock hanging on the wall. "Alright." he said. "I guess I can keep you here a little longer -- your parents won't mind?"

I, too, looked at the clock -- eleven thirty-five. "Nah," I said. "They won't mind."

Still grinning, he leaned down to kiss me. Our lips met, and like earlier, he pushed his tongue into my mouth. As I moved mine sensually against his, he pulled me to the couch. In seconds, we ended up laying down together, him on top of me, as one of his hands was playing with the bottom hem of my shirt.

Time seemed to fly by as we got each other undressed -- me first, then him -- and as he was kicking off his jeans, I saw him glance at the clock again.

"Why do you keep doing that?" I asked.

"What?" he asked, leaning down to kiss my neck.

"Looking at the clock." I clarified. "Don't tell me you have a midnight date or something."

He laughed against my skin, but it was almost robotic. He was usually good at taking my jokes; I didn't understand how this was any different.

"No," he said. "Just worried about your parents."

His lips returned to mine before I could say anything, and as his tongue invaded my mouth some more, he slid between my legs. He broke the kiss for a moment to stick his fingers into his mouth and slicken them with saliva, before he moved them down to between my legs. His lips pressed firmly against mine again, and I let out a short noise as his fingers entered me. He was never one for foreplay, so this didn't last too long, before he sat back and spit into his hand.

He layered his thick cock in his make-shift lube, before grabbing my hips and lining himself up. He moved his lips to my neck, and slowly pushed himself into me. I winced, but got over it as he started up a rhythm.

After the years we'd been together, he knew exactly how to find my spot, and when he did, I said his name, pulling at his muscular back. He groaned in concurrence, biting at my neck. As his hips worked quickly, thrusting his cock deep inside of me and earning a mewl each time, I caught him glance at the clock again. I wanted to bring it up with him again, but when I opened my mouth to speak, a moan came out.

He bit at my bottom lip, pulling one of my lip rings into his mouth, and I felt his fingers close around my dick. As he started to stroke me in hasty movements, I groaned, pushing my hips off of the couch cushion to meet both his hand motions and his thrusts. I wasn't going to last long, it was just one of those nights. His throaty groan told me that it was one of those nights for him too, and I was slightly thankful for that.

It was me who ended up cumming first, groaning his name loudly, and bucking my hips upward. He came not a second afterwards, but barely waited to see if all of his juices ended up inside of me, before pulling out, and sitting up.

"I got to get you home." he said, bending to grab his jeans.

It was now eleven fifty-six; I was starting to believe he did have a midnight date. After catching my breath -- something he didn't do -- I started getting dressed as well.

"Are you okay?" I asked when I'd started putting on my shoes.

He glanced at me, pulling his jacket on, and giving a movement of his head to get his hair out of his eyes. "Why wouldn't I be?" he asked.

"You're just acting really weird." I replied, standing. "Is it me?"

"Of course not." he said with a grin, grabbing his watch from the coffee table. "I just hate when your dad's pissed off at me."

I grabbed my hoodie, and he slid his arm around my waist, pulling me towards the door. In moments, we were outside, and walking towards my house. I wanted to ask him more questions about why he was being so dismissive, but I didn't exactly know how to word myself, so I kept my mouth shut. He glanced at his watch again; I caught that it was eleven fifty-eight. I also caught that his pace had quickened.

"What the Hell's wrong Brian?" I asked, trotting to keep up. "My parents won't care if I'm home a few minutes after twelve."

"I will." he said, glancing at me.

"Why?" I asked.

"I'm not like other guys, babe." he said.

I snorted, but before I could say anything, he stopped suddenly, causing me to run into him.

"Brian." I said.

He suddenly glanced up at the sky. I followed his gaze to where the moon was just visible behind some night clouds -- the full moon. I turned back to him, opening my mouth to say something, when he suddenly bent forward letting out a short noise. My brow furrowed and I stepped around to face him, saying his name again.

He straightened, and I let out a breath of air, backing up slightly. His eyes had changed; looking golden like a cat's -- like a werewolf's. What was wrong with me tonight?

"Get out of here." he said; even his voice had changed, it was deeper.

I opened my mouth to question him, but he bent forward again, letting out a groan. I said his name unsurely. A low, growl-type noise issued from his throat, and as he straightened again, I found that he was changing drastically; whether I was dreaming or not, he was a werewolf.

I turned, and ran. What else could I do? Hoping my house would seem closer than it really was, I tried to ignore the deafening pounding of my heart, which was only masked by the howl that filled the night air.

I love this kind of stuff, the cheesy, stupid horror crap. Am I the only one?

Fri, 24 Mar 2006 21:57:27 GMT

Title: Picked Up a Bad Habit
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Syn // Zacky
Rating: NC17
Summary: [AU]. Zacky obliged of course; there was no disobeying Sergeant Major Haner.
Disclaimer: Not real, a dur.
Dedication: For the lovely kaytvengeance.

This is just something that I'm trying to use as a stepping stone out of my writer's block.

Picked Up a Bad Habit

Sergeant Major Brian Haner was standing still as a statue, hands on his thick hips as he watched the young man before him, on his hands and knees, and scrubbing the floor with a too small sponge. Private Zack Baker had definitely seen better days; he hadn't been there too long, and was already loathing the man who held authority over him.

"You're lucky I don't make you use a toothbrush." Brian said, half amused by the sour look on the boy's face.

"You don't have to stand over me, though." Zack said under his breath.

Brian raised his eyebrows, putting a hand up to cup it over his ear. "What was that, Private?" he asked.

Zack shook his head.

"Are you sure you didn't say anything?" Brian asked, "I think the bathroom could use some cleaning too."

"I said nothing, sir." Zack said, through gritted teeth.

Brian grinned to himself, turning on his heel, and starting to pace around slowly. He was just keeping up with annoying Zack, pretending to be inspecting the floor for any spots of any kind of dirt. Ever since he'd met the new recruit, he knew what he wanted. He'd developed a sort of bad habit with the new guys, especially the ones who looked like they'd be defenseless in certain situations. That was part of the reason that Brian had the boy scrubbing the floor now; he'd just wanted some alone time. Granted, since he was Sergeant Major Haner, he could've tried to pull the shit off anywhere, and have gotten away with it.

He turned around and glanced back at Zack, who sat back on his haunches with a heavy sigh. He was nowhere near finished, and he was just being a little bitch about the whole thing. But that was something that turned Brian on about him.

"You think that being a smart ass is an intelligent thing to do around here, Private?" Brian asked, and the boy was unable to catch the amused tone.

Zack glanced over at him, looking uncertain. "No, sir." he finally said.

Brian fought hard to keep the grin from appearing on his face. "Come here." he said, and Zack slowly stood up. "Follow me."

He strode down the hallway, the air of cockiness evident, and Zack followed meekly behind, hoping he wasn't in any more trouble.

"You've got quite a mouth on you." Brian said. "Do you always talk back to authority figures?"

Zack didn't answer, but Brian didn't seem to mind. It wasn't long before he found himself being led into a room, which was most clearly, Brian's office. The older man held the door open for him, and he stepped over the threshold slowly, as though expecting it to be a minefield. As Brian shut the door, Zack sat down in one of the two chairs in front of the desk, and a moment later, Brian appeared in front of him, perching on the edge of the wood.

"If I'm correct," Brian said, "You're only here for your father."

Zacky nodded, but said nothing. Brian also nodded, crossing his large arms over his larger chest.

"Let me tell you something, kid." he said. "With your attitude, it's amazing how you've lasted this far without angering someone else."

Zack kept his gaze lowered, not knowing what to say or how to take things. Was Brian planning on dropping him or something? Could he even get fired from the army like that?

Brian straightened, and walked to the large window to Zack's left, gazing out at the gray sky. He could make out the field where First Sergeant Sanders was being a hard ass to a large group of Privates. There was a small boost to his ego; every time he remembered that Matt was in fact, below him, he felt so much better about himself.

"Zack," he said suddenly. "You're in the army now." he was talking slowly, as though musing to himself. "You're here to get toughened up, to become a man."

Zack opened his mouth to defend his manliness, but Brian turned to him, and he stopped like he was intimidated.

"Stand up." Brian said, nearing his desk again.

Zacky quickly obliged, straightening his white tee shirt over his immature body. Brian, allowing the grin to finally appear on his face, grabbed the Private suddenly, turning him around so that he held the boy against his desk, not hesitating to cause the edge of the desk to cut into Zack's lower back. He ignored both the shocked expression, and the wince that came from the Private.

"Let me ask you something." he said. "Just so I'm in the clear -- have you ever found yourself attracted to another man?"

"What?" Zack asked, his jade eyes widening. "No."

"Really?" Brian asked, and the Private nodded feverishly. "So if I were to ask you if you were attracted to me, you'd say 'no'?"

Zack started to nod, but it turned into a shake of his head, then he gave an almost frustrated sigh. "I don't know." he exclaimed.

Brian pushed his hips forward suddenly, and Zack let out a short noise as he felt the older man's large, hard cock rub against his own. Brian grinned down at him, his lips almost close enough to ghost over the Private's.

"You don't know?" Brian echoed, a mocking tone in his voice. "Are you sure about that?"

He pushed his hips forward again, and another small noise came from the younger man. Just like Brian had hoped, the friction had been enough to harden Zack's own dick, and within seconds it was pushing back against the older man's.

"I think it's safe to say that you find me attractive." Brian said in a low tone.

Zacky opened his mouth to say something, but words left him, and he closed it again. Brian was now grinning from ear to ear at the way Zack's cheeks had reddened, and the way the boy's eyes were focused on the top button of Brian's shirt, refusing to go any higher. Brian let go of Zack's waist with one hand, slowly moving it down to come to a stop on the boy's groin. Zack's breathing hitched, and he held it as the older man teasingly traced his fingers along the bulge in his pants.

Much to the younger man's disappointment, Brian moved that hand once more, taking it away from Zack's erection, and he firmly grabbed the boy's chin. He held him in place as he leaned down and roughly kissed the Private. Still not knowing really how to react, Zacky just stood there, even when Brian bit his bottom lip almost sharply. After a moment or two, he warmed up to the kiss, and he parted his lips, allowing Brian's tongue to selfishly enter his mouth.

He invaded the boy's mouth without a care, keeping one hand on Zack's chin, while the other was holding his hip in a tight grasp. He broke the kiss suddenly, a grin on his face; he was thoroughly enjoying the shocked expression the younger man wore.

"Turn around." he said, tone low and husky.

But before Zack could even react, the older man spun him around quickly, pushing him forward against the desk. A jar of pens fell to the floor, but it went ignored as Zack's eyes widened, and he stared at the surface of the desk. He heard a short laugh from Brian, and the sound of it sent chills dancing up his spine. So what if he was attracted to the man in control of him? It was hard to see how anyone couldn't be? But he didn't know that he'd end up in a situation like this.

"Sir --" he said, but was only able to come up with a few short noises after that.

Brian, still grinning to himself, ran his fingers through Zack's hair, while his other hand snaked around the boy's waist to the fly of his pants. Zack made another noise, sounded like an incoherent plea, and he squirmed a little bit, as though trying to maneuver his hips away.

"Baker," Brian said, in a mock-authoritarian tone. "Still."

Zacky obliged of course; there was no disobeying Sergeant Major Haner. He held his breath as he felt the button of his pants pop, and the zipper was slid down with ease. Brian's fingers brushed against his erection, and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from making a noise. The older man's grin had faded some, things had turned into slightly more of a serious issue now that he was going to pursue his pleasure.

He wasted no time in pulling the Private's pants over his small hips, baring his, for lack of better words, cute ass. Excitement for the older man was definitely an understatement. He leaned down close to Zack's ear, and he could still see the rosy tints on the boy's cheeks. Brushing his lips over Zack's ear, he cleared his throat quietly.

"This is a first, no?" he asked in a whisper.

He could see Zack swallow, and the younger man gave a short nod. Brian nodded himself, before biting at the boy's earlobe. As he stood and straightened again, he reached down to mess with his own pants. Even though he wasn't holding onto Zack's hips anymore, the boy stayed in place, half bent over the desk, and hanging his head.

As Brian pulled his large cock from its confines, he leaned forward again. "Don't worry." he said. "I'll make sure it's enjoyable for you too."

Zack cleared his throat almost nervously, and his eyes flickered to the door. "Sir," he said. "What if --?"

Brian laughed, cutting him off. "Jesus Baker, you didn't hear me lock it?" he asked. "What in the name of God are you doing in the army?"

Zack's blush deepened, and Brian laughed again, straightening once more. He quickly reached up, and put two of his fingers into his mouth, getting them slick with saliva. As he lowered his hand, he put his other one on Zack's lower back, holding him against the desk, as well as letting him know that things were speeding up.

He felt Zack's body tense, but he ignored it, using one of his legs to spread the boy's further apart. He murmured something to the Private about relaxing, before he pressed his two fingers against Zack's tight entrance. He gave the boy a moment to take a breath, before he started to push his fingers into him. A small noise stirred in the back of Zack's throat, but besides that he kept quiet, and Brian pushed his fingers as deeply as they could go. He held them there, allowing Zack to get used to it, before he started to pull them out.

He pushed them back in as quickly as they'd come out, and the boy's hips sprang forward slightly, resulting in nothing but him hurting himself on the corner of the desk. Brian kissed the back of the Private's neck, grazing his teeth over the soft skin, and enjoying the feel of the shudder that passed through Zack's body.

"Stop moving." Brian ordered quietly against the boy's flesh.

Again, Zack obliged. Brian's fingers violated his hole again, sliding deeply into him, and Zack felt a sudden ripple of pleasure course through his body, causing his back to involuntarily arch upwards. High school health class told him that Brian had just hit his prostate, but he hadn't expected it to feel that good.

As though deciding whether or not that was enough preparation, Brian pulled his fingers out, quickly spitting into that hand. He expertly coated his cock in his saliva, before grabbing Zack's hips again. Once more, he felt the boy tense, but once again, he ignored it, and pushed his hips forward.

"Relax." he cooed, teasing Zack's hole with the head of his cock.

The younger man said nothing, but he was gripping the edge of the desk with such ferociousness that his knuckles were white. Brian pressed his lips to Zack's neck again, before thrusting his dick into the boy. Zack let out a groan, one that mostly consisted of pain, and Brian ignored it, continuing to plant hot kisses all over the back of the boy's neck.

It felt like it took forever for Brian's cock to be completely inside of Zack, and when it was, the younger man took quick breaths through his nose, afraid that if he opened his mouth, a lot of noises would escape him. After a second or two, Brian started to pull his dick out. As he pushed his cock back into Zack, he bit back a groan from the effort; it'd been a while since he'd had someone so tight, especially considering the fact that as of late, the whore, Private Sullivan, had been the only one giving out any action.

Squeezing one of Zack's hips lightly, he moved his other hand up to Zack's hair again, combing his fingers through it, and pulling on it lightly. He slid his cock into the younger man again, this time angling his movements. He had no trouble finding the boy's prostate a second time, the head of his cock jabbing into it roughly, and causing Zack's hips to spasm as he gave a short noise.

The pain that'd just been almost unbearable was masked with the feeling of Brian hitting his spot, and Zacky was unable to pretend he didn't like it. As his higher-up started to pull out of him again, he felt his own hips slowly moving backwards. He heard Brian let out a short laugh, but no words were exchanged, and Brian quickly thrust into the boy again.

Zack groaned once more as the older man's cock brushed against his prostate a second time. After that, Brian started up a rhythm, managing to hit Zack's spot with every thrust. The younger boy wasn't able to keep in the short whimper-like noises that he emitted, and he was pushing his hips backwards to meet the older man's movements.

Keeping that one hand on Zack's waist, Brian moved the other one back around to the boy's front, not hesitating to grab the younger man's hard cock. Zack let out a sharp breath, and his hips bucked forward at the contact of Brian's calloused fingers on the soft skin of his dick. The older man didn't mind the adolescent behavior though, he hated to sound like a freak, but he preferred it that way.

As he started to stroke Zack's cock quickly, he continued thrusting his own inside of the younger man. Both his hand and hip movements were almost completely in sync with each other, and the poor boy leaning over his desk seemed to be having trouble with what he wanted to do with himself -- whether or not he wanted to thrust forward into Brian's moving hand, or push backwards to meet the Sergeant Major's thrusting.

As Brian hit his prostate on a particularly rough thrust, he kept it pressed against the boy's sweet spot, causing Zack to spasm again, as he let out a whimpered moan. He cursed in a shaky breath, and his body had started to stiffen up.

Thankfully, Brian wasn't too far behind, and he groaned, thrusting forward sharply. Zack came almost without warning, with the exception of the high-pitched mewl that issued from his throat exactly a millisecond before it happened. As his load emptied into the older man's hand, his muscles clenched around Brian's cock, getting the older man to moan again.

Brian's hips rushed forward a few more times, before his own body tensed, and he felt himself reach his climax. He gave a throaty and drawn out groan before he himself came.

As soon as he'd caught his breath, he pulled out of the Private, immediately putting his now spent cock inside of his pants. Zack followed suit, straigtening to stand on shaky legs, as he fumbled to get his pants buttoned and zipped. Brian took a few deep breaths, letting out a content sigh afterwards, and he ran his fingers through his curly locks. Zack was turned to him, but his gaze was lowered. The rosy tint had returned to his cheeks.

"Go get rid of your cleaning materials." Brian said, in command again. "You're done for the night."

Zack nodded, and turned, slowly nearing the door. Brian grinned at the slight limp the boy already had; he loved his job.

"Private," he said again, and the kid turned to him. "This won't be the last time you end up bent over my desk, but if you talk back to me again, I'll make sure it's the last time you enjoy it." Zack quickly nodded, and Brian smiled. "Good," he said. "Now go."

Zack quickly obliged; there was no disobeying Sergeant Major Haner.

I don't know what I think about this one...

Sat, 18 Mar 2006 17:52:47 GMT

Title: On a Steel Horse I Ride
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Matt // Johnny
Rating: NC17
Summary: [AU]. It drove me crazy -- the way your back arched in tune with the machine's bucks for balance, your shapely hips sliding down the leather seat some.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.

Not a role-playing fic, wow.

On a Steel Horse I Ride

((Matt's POV))

"Look at this guy."

I spun in my bar stool at the comment, and glanced around to see who it'd been directed at. I spotted you, making your way towards the mechanical bull. You were a short guy with a body that hadn't quite made it past the age of seventeen; you were wearing jeans -- a pair of the low-cut, hip-hugging kind -- and a plain black tee shirt, snug against your chest. To complete your look, you had on a black cowboy hat -- mixed real well with your Converse shoes, it did.

A few of the men sitting around me at the bar gave you a few cat-calls mockingly, all of them assuming that you were a weakling and that you wouldn't last long -- Hell, I assumed that. However, you ignored their noises, and hoisted yourself up onto the machine. The guy controlling it waited momentarily as you situated yourself, wiggling your little hips to get comfortable. Half of the bar fell silent, waiting for you to immediately fall off, and still, you ignored them.

The fingers of one of your hands curled around the horn of the saddle, and your other one raised into the air slowly. There wasn't even a count to three before the bull was turned on. It would only go for five minutes, upon which if you made it until, you got a hundred dollars cash prize. It was something that was done every week. The joking 'yeehaw's and 'ride 'em cowboy's continued to be thrown at you, and I could make out the faint smirk on your face, as your movements to stay atop the bull were natural and successful; it was obvious you'd done this before.

There was something about the way you looked riding that thing, something appealing that made the spot between my thighs heat up. Sure, I knew I wanted you, I just didn't know how bad of an affect watching you would have on me. It drove me crazy -- the way your back arched in tune with the machine's bucks for balance, your shapely hips sliding down the leather seat some. I shifted on the stool as if I was the one able to feel the vibrations from the machine, feel the friction of leather on denim on cock.

You almost slid right off, getting a few rowdy cheers from the guys who were hoping they were right in their assumptions. You, however, pulled yourself up quickly, and when there was a brief pause, you squirmed your hips around slightly again. You might as well had been dry-humping the machine, and I might as well had been jerking off. My dick had hardened considerably just at the sight of you; it amused me to imagine what it'd be like to be inside of you.

A whistle was suddenly blown, and the bar erupted into drunken cheers. No. Had it been five minutes already? The machine was stopped, and you swung your leg over it, dropping to the matted floor, and pausing so you could catch your balance. Then you made your way towards the bar -- towards me -- where the manager would give you your prize, and as you walked with a wide grin on your face, you received praises and claps on the back from the men who'd just been wishing you'd fall off. Funny how drunken southerners acted. I quickly turned back around to face the bar, not needing you to catch me staring. Sure enough, you chose the stool on my right.

"Damn boy," the manager said, pulling your money out of the cash box he kept with him. "Best riding I've seen in a while."

You grinned, your teeth were nearly perfect. "Just a natural, I guess." The twang in your accent was stronger than most -- you weren't from around there.

You took the money from him, and as you shoved it into your pocket, you traded it for a beat up pack of cigarettes, crushed from being in such tight jeans. Then you pulled out a book of matches as the manager gave you a drink of your choice, on the house of course. As you put a cigarette between your lips, a trashy blonde suddenly sat next to you. She was definitely older than you, but she seemed persistent.

"Mighty fine riding you did there." she said.

You lit a match, and glanced at her. "Why thank you." you said before lighting the cigarette that had been hanging out of the corner of your mouth.

She smiled and placed a bright red-nailed hand on your thigh. It was like a trainwreck, I wanted to not watch, but I couldn't help it.

"I'd love to ride you any day." she said randomly in a low seductive tone.

You gave a small laugh, pulling the cigarette from your mouth and exhaling smoke. "I appreciate that darling, but honestly," you said. "You aren't my type."

She pouted, hoping to win you over with guilt, but you turned away from her, and she was forced to get the picture, sliding from the stool and sulking away. You turned to me suddenly, and I had to pretend I hadn't been listening. But you knew I had been, and you made it clear.

"Now you," you said, pointing at me before putting the cigarette back in your mouth. "I'd love for you to ride me."

I'd never ride another guy, plain and simple. And you seemed to know that by the way you were grinning at me.

"Oh?" was all I could manage though.

Your grin widened; I was already lusting after you badly, your grin just kept making it ten times worse.

"Oh yeah," you said. "I caught you watching me when I was up there, too."

You'd exhaled more smoke, and were now just holding your cigarette in your hand, which rested on the bar. I realized that you were leaning in so our conversation was somewhat private.

"Oh?" again.

"Oh yeah." your tone was now practically a whisper. "Did you enjoy the show?"

Alright, Sanders, surprise this kid. I smirked at you.

"It was alright," I said. "What I did enjoy was imagining myself fucking that small ass of yours."

You almost choked on your cigarette smoke, but caught yourself and grinned.

"Oh?" you asked.

I laughed shortly. "Oh yeah."

You stubbed out your cigarette, looking away from me briefly so you could see the ashtray. Then you looked back at me, still grinning. You slowly reached up, and grabbed my sunglasses. I let you pull them off, and I watched as you set them on the bar top. Then you looked up into my eyes, the intensity of your gaze giving me that feeling between my thighs again.

"Do you want me to ride you like I did that bull?"

I grinned again. "That and more." I said softly.

You grinned, and sat back, grabbing your beer to take a drink.

"Tell me your name, stud." you said. "Have to know what to say when you're fucking my 'small ass'."

I smirked again. "Matt." I replied.

You extended one of your hands. "Johnny."

I shook your hand and noticed how soft your skin was. Yeah, there was definitely no way I'd ride you. As if reading my mind, your grin grew some more. Then your eyes flickered away from mine briefly to move over the rest of my body. I did the same, though I didn't need to.

"I'm new in town." you said slowly, as though musing to yourself. "Don't exactly have a place to stay; maybe you could show me to a nice hotel."

"Why pay to stay somewhere?" I asked after a thoughtful pause. "You could always come back to my place."

You grinned again as if you'd been waiting for me to say exactly that.

"Sounds about right." you said. "What say we get goin' now then?"

"My pleasure."

I led you out to my car, an old rust-bucket, but you had no problem with the hunk of junk.

"I hitched into town." you said as I unlocked your door. "In case you were wondering where my non-existent car was."

I threw a grin at you, pulling open the door. "Curiosity killed the cat." I said.

You returned the grin, and I started around the car to the driver's side. Moments later, we were on our way down the road.

"So why were you hanging out all by your lonesome?" you asked, pulling your hat down slightly as you put your foot up on the dashboard -- I was liking how comfortable you made yourself.

"Girlfriend left me," I said with a shrug. "Didn't have anything better to do."

"Aw," you said, leaning over to put your hand on my thigh. "It's alright, I haven't had a girlfriend for a while -- or a boyfriend for that matter."

"Now, why's that?" I asked, side-glancing you, and trying to ignore the pressure that was building between my legs yet again.

Your bottom lip jutted out, and you turned to me, fake innocence dancing in your eyes. "I don't know," you said. "It seems that both the girls and the guys just want to fuck me. One-night stands."

"No," I said mock-dramatically, making you smirk. "One-night stands?"

"Honest injun." you said.

"I'm sure it's not their faults." I said. "You sure do seem like one playful little bastard."

You grinned. "In other words, you're calling me a tease?" you asked.

"Eh," I said with a shrug. "In lighter terms."

You chuckled, sitting up straight again. You moved closer to me, able to lay on top of me practically because the model of the car was one of those old ones, where the front seats were actually one whole seat that stretched across the car -- like a park bench or something. Your hand was now on the inside of my thigh, your knuckles resting against my groin.

"You know," you said. "I really don't see you complaining."

I grinned, but before I could answer, your lips brushed my jaw. You let out a small, almost feminine laugh, before grazing your teeth over my skin.

"In fact," you said against my cheek. "You seem to like me being a tease."

You suddenly clapped your hand over my crotch, pushing your palm into my already hard cock. I took in a quick breath and you bit at my neck.

"Mmm," you said into my flesh. "Tell me your place is near."

My subconscious caused me push on the gas pedal more, and I can just say that we're lucky a cop hadn't been around. When we got to my small, one-level house, I threw open the door and quickly got out. Instead of getting out the passenger side, you crawled over the seat, and climbed out my door. As soon as you'd made it to your feet, you threw yourself at me, giving me a hungry kiss as you lightly kicked the door to shut it. Then somehow, we made it inside, and were stumbling down the hall to my bedroom.

I pulled you inside, our lips never leaving each other's. Then I all but carried you to the bed, pushing you down on it. I slowly crawled into the bed with you, and you grabbed the front of my tee shirt, pulling me to you so you could firmly kiss me some more. After biting at your bottom lip playfully, I sat up and yanked off my shirt, throwing it to the floor. You followed suit, pulling your own shirt off and knocking your hat off in the process, and I took it from you, tossing it off the bed. Then we both started on our own belts, our lips returning to meet.

We were both completely undressed within seconds, and I'd already ended up between your legs, sliding my tongue between your lips to re-explore your mouth. Your hands were resting on my hips, as one of mine had tangled itself in your short, choppy hair, and the other on the top of one of your thighs.

"I don't have any lube," I said suddenly, remembering. "Is spit fine?"

You bit at my shoulder. "For you babe," you said. "Of course."

I grinned and sat back up on my knees, wasting no time in spitting into my hand. You stretched your arms above your head, your hips twisting in a weird way, and I almost let out a noise as I covered my throbbing cock in my saliva, you were probably the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.

"Wait." you said, when I'd covered myself completely.

Without explaining anything, you sat up, and moved us around until I was laying on my back, and you were on top of me. I grinned up at you as you straddled my hips, the lust in your eyes mixed with the playfulness you'd had all night. You positioned your ass directly over my cock, and hovered above it for a few moments, just watching my expression. I was dying, I just wanted to grab you and move things along, but I figured I'd let you do what you wanted...for now at least.

"Have to complete the look." you said in an amused whisper, reaching down to grab your hat which had been laying on the edge of the mattress.

I let out a small laugh as you placed it on your head. It reminded me vaguely of Brad Pitt in "Thelma and Louise" -- a guilty pleasure of mine. You leaned down and pressed your lips against mine, before you slowly lowered your hips. We both held our breaths, our lips just sitting against each other's, as my cock slid slowly into your hole. You paused just briefly, wincing slightly, but in no time, I was completely inside of you. You sat up a little, shifting your hips, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning already. It'd been a while since I'd actually gotten laid.

You gave me a grin. "Wow," you said. "You're bigger than I thought."

I laughed. "Gee, thanks." I said. "I think."

You leaned down again, biting at my single lip ring as you slowly started to move your hips. Your hands were on my chest for balance, and you as you started rolling your hips, you were looking down in concentration. A noise stirred in my chest, and you glanced at me, smirking.

"Damn, you're pretty easy." you said.

I squeezed one of your hips. "Shut up." I said. "You tease."

You grinned, and suddenly ceased sliding onto my cock. "If I was a tease," you said, "I'd probably do something like this."

You rolled your hips forward once, and one of your hands left my chest and I felt myself laugh as you held it up in the air as though you were back on that mechanical bull. With every grind of your hips after that, you arched your back, looking very sensual and almost exotic with your movements. The very movements that had attracted me to you in the first place.

I groaned again, and I stopped you from continuing your tease-fest. You almost gave me a questioning look before I flipped you over, and moved between your legs, giving you a passionate kiss. Then you got the picture.

"Uh oh," you said jokingly, running your fingers through my hair.

I smirked, before thrusting quickly into you. I was able to hit your spot right away -- you hadn't been too good at finding yourself -- and you let out a short mewl, your hips squirming slightly underneath mine. I buried my face in your neck, able to smell the sweat on your skin, but it only added to our situation. I bit your neck sharply, and you moaned as I thrust into your prostate again.

My cock was aided not only by my spit, and not only by the little bit of blood that I'd caused you, but also by the fact that I just wanted you that bad. When I thought about it, I'd never wanted anyone as I did you. And the fact that this would probably be a one-night stand made me want to do everything in my power to make this the best the both of us had ever had.

Your fingernails dug into my hips, and you pulled my body towards yourself, as though urging me to drive my dick into you harder, and kissing your neck again, that's exactly what I did, giving you a violent thrust. A drawn out moan left your throat and your hips bucked upwards, trying to give me more access to your prostate. I lifted my head, and returned my mouth to yours, moaning softly as I kissed you again.

I held onto your hips tightly, holding them up off the mattress practically, which is how you seemed to want things to happen, and I thrust my cock sharply into you again, loving the way you wiggled your waist as I hit your prostate. You said my name breathlessly, biting at my jaw, and as I pushed myself deeply into you once more, your teeth actually broke through my skin.

I didn't care though, the only thing that mattered at the moment was our pleasure. I knew it wasn't going to be long until we reached our climaxes, but we had to savor the time until we got there; not worry about small things like blood.

Your hips bucked in my hands once more when I hit your prostate again, and one of your hands had moved from my body to your own cock, which you now stroked quickly. Your other hand was on my shoulder as though getting ready to grab me if I tried to leave or something.

"Ah, Jesus. Matt." you said, your head falling back slightly as your hand moved swiftly over your cock. "You're amazing."

I let out a breathless laugh which turned into a moan, and I buried my face in your neck again. I bit your skin, before letting you know that I already knew how amazing I was. You started to say something to me, but you groaned again, and your hips spasmed. You'd already reached the edge, and were just trying to wait for me. Thankfully, you didn't have to wait long.

"Come on," I said into your ear with a low groan. "Cum."

You mewled at me again, your lower body had just started to shake from the effort of holding out, and as I gave you another thrust, you said my name once more, before your dick unloaded on your stomach. As you came, your muscles tightened around my cock, and I groaned my last thrust being a jerky, immature one as I too reached my orgasm, cumming powerfully into you, and biting at your neck.

I rolled my hips into yours, riding out my orgasm as your muscles continued to clench around my dick. And afterwards, we just stayed in that position, panting in each other's ears. I pulled out of you finally, and laid down next to you, staring at the ceiling. After we managed to catch our breaths, you rolled onto your side to face me, propping yourself up on one elbow, and smirking at me.

"So listen, I was thinking." you said.

I grinned before you even said it.

"Why pay for a place to stay," you started. "When I can just you know, move in with you?"

I laughed again, reaching up to comb my fingers through my matted hair. I gave a nod. "Sounds about right."

Yeah. Writer's block sucks. That's why this does.

Thu, 16 Mar 2006 21:28:57 GMT

Title: Amazing What a .50-Caliber Can Do
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Pairing: Synyster // Matt
Rating: NC17
Summary: [PWP]. "Go on," I said, "Don't be shy." Amazing what a .50-caliber did.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.

Amazing What a .50-Caliber Can Do

((Brian's POV))

I watched as he slid into the driver's seat of the car, completely oblivious to anything else going on around him, and I swiftly made my way towards the black Camaro. I crept around to the passenger side door, and would've mentally cheered in triumph at how the door was unlocked, had it not been for the way the engine revved as the car started. Whipping my .50-caliber revolver from the spot I kept it -- in the back waistband of my jeans, hidden underneath my tee shirt -- I yanked open the door, and all but threw myself into the car. He cursed, he had a tough voice, this would be fun.

I quickly aimed it at him with one hand, half-smirking at him as I pulled the door shut. His hazel eyes flickered to the gun, but then remained on mine -- it was somewhat exciting to say that the fear was minimal. I wouldn't have wanted him to start whining and pleading for his life.

"What do you want?" he asked, tone considerably low, considering when he'd yelled 'what the fuck' not too long ago, he'd been on the verge of yelling.

"I want you to drive me somewhere," I said, words leaving my mouth slowly as if I thought he'd have trouble understanding me. "Head towards route 50, and I'll tell you where to go from there."

He stared at me for a long time, and finally, with another look at the revolver, he shifted gears, and started to pull out of the parking spot. I kept my gun trained on him, and threw a quick glance out the window, hoping no one had seen me. It was almost midnight, but you could never be too sure.

As he drove, he kept his eyes pointed straight ahead of him, and he seemed to ignore me as I sat, facing him with the gun aimed expertly. One of those moments where you think: Maybe if I ignore it long enough, it'll go away. This thought for some reason, kept the smirk on my face, and I could feel a sense of excitement washing over me.

"There." I said after a moment, pointing to the left of us with one hand. There was a small dirt road, one of the ones that was supposedly a shortcut, but was rarely used because of all the fallen logs, potholes, or Hell, people were just scared of driving into a clump of trees. "Go down that road."

He obliged, turning the wheel swiftly after he'd checked to make sure there were no other cars around. Things couldn't have gotten any more perfect.

"How far?" he asked quietly.

I paused thoughtfully. "Just keep going until I tell you to stop."

The clock in his car was broken, obviously by the way it'd been on 3:30 PM since I'd gotten in, so I didn't know how long we drove down that road, but I was starting to get impatient. Why had I chosen some place so far? As if on cue, we reached a clearing, and my smirk returned.

"Stop." I said, and he pulled the Camaro to a halt. I held out my free hand. "Give me the keys."

His head turned to me, and his hazel eyes burned into my brown for another moment, and I could practically see the questions brewing in his mind.

"Now." I said, my word barely audible because of my dangerous tone.

He rolled his eyes and pulled the keys from the ignition, before holding them out to be. I snatched them from his large hand, and balled them in my fist, reaching behind me with that hand to grab the door handle. I kept the gun aimed at him as I opened it, and the sound of crickets chirping hit my ears full blast, as warm night air flowed into the car. I climbed out, and shut the door, shoving the keys into the back pocket of my jeans as I started around the back end of the car. My shoes crunched in the dirt and gravel, and when I reached his door, I paused for a moment to just work myself up. It'd been a while since I'd done something like this. It was very exciting, to say the least.

I pulled open his door, revolver immediately trained on him, and he held his hands up weakly. I told him to get out, before stepping back slightly, though still aiming. He slowly turned in the seat, and I watched as he climbed from the car, hands still in the air.

"Shut the door." I said.

And he did. It was magnificent the kind of things you could do with a gun. I took this time to look over his body now -- the pale moon was offering just enough light. Now, I considered myself a well built guy, I had a thick frame, strong arms. But he was taller than me, and definitely much larger. He was wearing a black tee shirt, clinging to his body in the most suggestive way, and I could practically see his muscles underneath both the thin material and his skin, flexing as he kept his arms up. He was a man that I wouldn't have been able to take on, had it not been for my .50-caliber.

"How much do you value your life?" I asked suddenly.

He was silent for a moment. "Is this a trick question?" he finally asked, his tone was indifferent. Indifferent. This was so exciting.

"No, I'm just looking for an answer." I said. "I mean, would you kill someone else if that meant you living?"

He thought about it for a moment before he shrugged. "I guess it depends on the person I was asked to kill."

I nodded. "Would you...pay someone a shitload of money if it meant you living?" I asked.

Another pause, and he gave a slow nod. "Maybe." he answered.

"Would you..." I looked away for a moment, pretending to be thinking. "Oh, I don't know, suck another guy's cock?" I grinned to myself when I looked back at him and saw the look on his face. The _expression was one of shock, and something else I couldn't place. "How about let another man fuck you?" I went on. "If it meant you living."

I watched as his eyes slowly moved over my body, but he didn't answer -- whether or not it was because he couldn't or simply wouldn't, I didn't know. My free hand moved to the belts I was wearing, and as I undid them quickly, I kept the gun pointed at him. He watched my hand movements for a moment, but when the belts were both undone, he looked away. His arms had fallen back to his sides, a sign that he knew what he had to do to not get shot, and I watched his shoulders move as he took a deep breath. Oh yeah, he knew.

"Come here." I said, popping the button of my jeans, still able to accomplish what I wanted with my one free hand, as the other aimed the revolver.

He followed my command, slowly taking almost hesitant steps towards me, and he stopped about three feet away. I was smirking at him, my gaze never leaving his, and I pulled the zipper of my pants down in one quick movement. My already hard cock, not having to deal with any type of undergarment, pressed heavily against the denim, and all I had to do was shift the material around before it came out on its own. His eyes wandered over it briefly.

"What's your name?" I asked.

He didn't answer for a long time, but finally he gave a small, almost silent sigh. "Matt."

"Cute." I replied, smirk growing. Then I gestured with the gun, pointing it down towards my crotch and back at him.

I didn't have to say anything, and I watched as he slowly got to his knees in front of me. He looked up at me, and I couldn't read the expression on his face, so instead I just pressed the barrel of the gun against his temple, smirking down at him.

"Go on." I said. "Don't be shy."

Amazing what a .50-caliber did. He tentatively placed his hands on the sides of my thighs, the better to balance himself, and I ran my free hand through his slicked back hair, lightly pushing him forward. I couldn't help but watch as his lips wrapped around the head of my throbbing erection. I held my breath as he moved slowly forward, swallowing my full length on one go, his single lip ring adding a weird, but nice sensation.

"Hm," I said, grinning to myself again. "Looks like you've done this before."

He pulled his head back slowly, and I felt a shudder pass through my body at how my cock had had to leave his warm mouth, and was now chilled in the night air, traces of saliva gleaming in the dull light. His lips slid down my dick again, and I felt his cringe as he took it a little too much, the head just barely gagging him. I made a noise in the back of my throat, a contemplative yet content sigh-like noise, and from then on, his movements sped up.

Keeping his hands on my thighs, he continued to move his head back and forth, lips stretching over the impressive width of my cock. His teeth graced my skin a few times, and I pushed the barrel of the revolver into his head a little firmly, telling him that he better watch his actions. That was all it took, and he returned to his good behavior, just doing what he seemingly, was very good at.

After another moment of him doing most of the work, I felt my pleasure start to build up, and my hips started to roll forwards, thrusting my cock down his throat more as he moved towards me. Tangling my fingers into his surprisingly soft hair, I held him pretty much in place, and began pushing my dick in and out of his warm mouth. He sat there, just letting me do it, and every now and then he'd give a small noise from my cock hitting the back of his throat, sending sensational vibrations rattling down my shaft.

Before the pleasure could get to be too much, I somehow caught myself, and stopped. Pulling my pulsing dick from his lips, I took a few deep breaths, trying to regain myself, before I pulled him almost harshly by his hair, telling him to get up. He obeyed, and I pushed him towards the Camaro. He turned when he reached it, backed against the driver's side door, and before he could even realize what was happening, I grabbed him by the hair again, and held him there as I roughly pressed my lips against his.

And that's when I could feel something prodding me in the hip. Keeping my hand in his hair, and the revolver still aimed at his face, I lowered my gaze. I smirked at my discovery, and looked back up at him.

"Enjoying this?" I asked huskily.

He nodded, hazel eyes never leaving mine. I almost gave a groan just at how perfect this situation had been so far. I leaned into his erection, getting a sharp intake of air from him, and my smirk turned into a grin.

"That's alright," I replied. "It's always so much better when they do."

I firmly kissed him again, shoving my tongue between his lips, and just like that it was an animalistic fever that had stirred between us. His hips pushed forwards, away from the car, and I was rolling mine forwards, enjoying not only the feeling of his hard cock against mine, but the feeling of the denim that still covered his.

His hands slid between our bodies and his fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, as his tongue moved sensually against mine. Though he'd warmed up to me considerably, I kept the revolver trained on him; he ignored it. He'd gotten his belt undone, but he seemed to be having problems with his zipper, so I let go of his hair, and moved my hand down to his fly, shooing his hands away. With one swift movement, I pulled the zipper down quickly. He broke the kiss to take in a few gulps of air, and I grinned at him, taking a step back with the gun still aimed at him.

"Turn around." I demanded.

He studied me for a moment, but slowly started to face the car. My excitement grew -- I was about to dominate this big, powerful man. I moved closer to him again, grabbing his pants with my free hand. I pressed my lips against the back of his neck, pleased to feel how relaxed his body was. His hands were on the roof of the Camaro, and his hips were pushed out towards me -- perfect. Biting his neck, I used one of my legs to push his further apart; upon which I pulled his pants down over his ass, just enough to bare it. Almost unable to contain myself, I quickly put two of my fingers into my mouth, and got them wet with my saliva. Then I reached down, and quickly found his hole, roughly pushing my fingers inside of him, and he gave a quick breath, lower body moving forward slightly.

"Mmm." I said into his ear, following his movements until he was pushed up against the car more. "Tighter than I thought."

I pulled his earlobe into my mouth, teasing it with my teeth as I pushed my fingers deeply into his ass. A noise escaped him as I quickly scissored my fingers, and then twisted them slightly. I let out my own noise, as my cock had started to ache from the lack of attention being paid to it. After another finger thrust, I pulled them out of him, and looked down at my hard dick. Instead of wasting time with the whole spitting in my hand process, I spit at my cock, having to do so more than once, but easily getting the top half of my cock covered; in no time I was lining myself up. I grabbed his waist with my free hand, and I held him steady as I guided my hips forward towards his.

When the head of my cock pressed against his ass hole, he tensed slightly. I kissed the back of his neck hungrily, and he relaxed shortly; oh yeah, he'd done this before. Without warning, I thrust my dick into him. He grunted as he was roughly pushed up against the car, but that was his only protest. I squeezed his hip forcefully, starting to pull my cock from him, and letting a groan escape me. Not only was he tight, but even his ass had muscles -- firm muscles that clenched at my cock instinctively.

I pushed into him again, burying my dick completely inside of him. I grunted at the effort, and he took a few deep breaths. I moved my hand up to his hair again, combing my fingers through it, and pulling sharply. A noise escaped him, and I moaned, suddenly wishing I'd taken his shirt off.

I quickened my hip movements, giving a harsh thrust into him, and hitting his prostate dead on.

"Fuck." he said with a soft growl.

I groaned, biting the back of his neck again, vaguely reminding myself of the way male cats do the same to a female. I drove my dick completely inside of him again, narrowly avoiding his spot on purpose this time. He made a small noise, trying to maneuver his hips the right way. I lightly pressed the .50-caliber against his temple again, though he didn't seem afraid of it at all anymore.

"My pleasure comes first." I said in a low tone, "You can worry about yourself later."

I gave another violent thrust into him, my cock aided by the little bit of blood that naturally came from his body, and again I ignored his prostate. Another short noise from him, but his hips stayed still. I grinned to myself once more, amazed by the power of a .50-caliber.

A low groan came from my chest, and I squeezed his hip again as I thrust into him. This time I let myself hit his spot, and he gave a moan, hips moving backwards to meet mine. I let out a sigh, dropping my forehead onto his shoulder. He'd started to sweat, and I could feel it through his tee shirt. My cock sharply jabbed his prostate again, and something I could only call a whimper emitted from his lips, leading me to groan again. There was just something about the whimper of a big, powerful man.

On my next thrust, my movements became less controlled as I could already feel my orgasm approaching. I pulled his hips away from the Camaro, pulling him towards me as I pushed my cock into him deeply, hitting his prostate once more. He groaned again, reaching down with one hand to grab his own cock -- the reason I'd moved him away from the car. His hand movements were quick and jerky, out of tune with my thrusting, and he cocked his head to the side slightly, letting out another noise. I quickly attacked the part of his neck he'd exposed with my lips, biting softly as my dick slid in and out of him in a clumsy rhythm.

After a particular thrust, I felt like I was on the brink of exploding. My back stiffened up, and as I pushed my cock into him again, my orgasm finally hit me. I groaned, biting down on a soft spot of his neck. He winced but groaned as well. I rolled my hips forward as I came, my load emptying into his ass, and just as I was finishing, his body tensed as well; he came into his hand with an almost shudder. A few moments passed before I pulled my cock out of him and quickly put it back into my pants, buttoning and zipping them. I pulled off my shirt, swinging it over my shoulder as if I was carrying a bag or something -- the sweat had been making it stick to my body in a most irritating way -- next time I'd definitely have to remember to take it off. Matt turned to the car, opening the door while he lightly held his pants up with one hand. He reached into his car, and felt around on the floor for a moment, before producing a crumpled napkin. I reached up with my revolver and scratched the back of my head with the barrel, watching, amused, as he wiped his hand clean.

"And best male performance goes to..." he said, turning to me with a grin. "Brian Haner Jr."

I grinned and neared him as he dropped the napkin. He leaned against the car in an almost seductive manner.

"Not too bad yourself." I replied, leaning in and giving him a light kiss on the lips.

His grin grew, and I put the gun against my hip, holding it there with my elbow as I reached down to button his jeans. He watched me and was silent until I'd zipped them as well.

"Part of me was scared that you had that thing loaded." he said, with a gesture to the .50-caliber.

"Nah," I said with a laugh, grabbing it, and pointing it off into the woods somewhere. "I'd never chance that."

I pulled the trigger, and an empty click sounded. I threw another grin at him, and he raised his arms, opening them for me. I pulled him into a hug, and he bit at my jaw bone playfully, tugging at my skin.

"We should do this again," he said. "And maybe we can switch roles."

"Hmm," I said as we separated. "Definitely not."

He rolled his eyes, and I grinned before lightly swatting at his ass, my movements telling him to walk around the car.

"Why not?" he asked, obliging and walking around the back end of the Camaro.

"Because you aren't touching my guns." I said shortly, pulling the car keys from my pocket.

"I'll use a knife." he said, glancing at me over the top of the car.

"Haha no," I said, and we slid into our seats.

He gave a sigh, and I started the car.

"You're an ass, you know that?" he asked. "I bet Johnny would let me fuck him."

"Do so and I'll make sure this thing is loaded next time." I said jokingly, setting the gun in my lap.

"Alright, alright." he said quickly, smirking. "I apologize."

I shot him a quick grin before shifting gears. Amazing what a .50-caliber did.

So yeah, they were obviously role-playing.
Reviews would make my day so much better.

Thu, 16 Mar 2006 01:43:59 GMT

My computer crashed.

Don't expect updates as quick as they've been coming.

Apologies for being too poor to fix things.

Tue, 14 Mar 2006 11:15:15 GMT

Title: Familiar Realm
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Pairing: Matt // Zacky
Rating: NC17 (later chapters)
Summary: [Extreme AU]. `They say every time the bell sounds, an angel gets their wings...`
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.

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Familiar Realm

Chapter 03

"Aren't you even interested in my name?" I asked, giving a few trots to keep up with him.

He didn't show me any acknowledgement for a moment, but then he side-glanced me.

"Zacky." he said.

I stopped, and he started crossing the street -- like the day before, he didn't even look where he was going.

"Wait." I said loudly, my annoyance building (though for some reason I couldn't just forget about him). I started after him. "Mind telling me how you know that?"

A dark Cadillac suddenly skidded to a stop, narrowly avoiding hitting me. I froze immediately, a deer caught in the headlights as my heart raced, but Matt had been able to ignore it, just like the day before when he'd almost got hit. I went to turn and continue across the street, but I recognized the car. The driver's side door opened, and a thick figure slid from the seat, resting his arm on the roof of the car and throwing me an amused look.

"Well, look who it is." Brian said.

I dropped my head, unable to meet his dark eyes, and he just stood there, watching me. I got bombarded with a rush of feelings, most of them just synonyms for 'guilty', but I also got 'awkward' and 'embarrassed'.

"Get in." he said.

"Bri," I said glancing up at him. "I'm fine."

"I'll wait here all night." he replied.

I threw a look around, but Matt'd disappeared. I glanced back over at Brian who raised his eyebrows at me. Someone behind him laid on their horn, but he didn't move. Not wanting him to be hated for it, I gave a sigh, and quickly walked around to the passenger side. He waited until I slid into the seat, before following suit, and getting behind the wheel again.

"Seat belt." He said, though he ignored his own.

"Brian," I said, while aquiesting with his request. "I'm not a little kid."

"I wasn't lying when I told you those hundred times when I said you could live with me." he said.

"I know." I said, looking down at my thighs. "But it's easier said than done."

A red light, and he turned in his seat, giving me the look a parent gives their child when the kid's stayed out too late or something without checking in.

"But it's not like I don't want you to." he said. "I do, I want you to sleep on my couch for as long as you need to -- at least until you can get yourself back on your own two feet."

"That's not gonna happen," I said with a quick shake of my head. "Which is why, I can't move in with you."

"Why isn't it gonna happen? he asked.

"Because I don't care," I said. "I'm fucking sick of this world -- this universe, why the Hell should I worry about getting a god damned job when all that's gonna happen is that I'll be jealous of the schmuck in the next cubicle because he dares to have a fifty cent higher paycheck." I gave a snort. "And what's it all come to in the end? Dying old, and lonely, and miserable."

Brian shook his head, and the light turned green. "The only thing you're missing now is being old." he said.

That kind of hit me hard, but I ignored it. After a moment of silence, I reached into my pocket, pulling out the money Michelle'd given me. I held it out to him, and his dark eyes ran over it.

"What's that?" he asked.

"I saw Michelle earlier, and she gave it to me." I said. "But I don't want it."

He just stared at it, as if it was going to sprout little dollar legs and jump into his pocket. "Zack, put it in your pocket." he said.

"No." I replied grumpily. "I don't want it."

"Zack, don't be proud." he said with a sigh, looking away. "Put. It. In. Your. Pocket."

I made a noise of discontent, and returned it to it's denim home. I'd slip it into his wallet tonight or something.

"She gave me some sandwiches too, and I'd be giving them back had they not been stolen." I said.

"God, you're so difficult." Brian said.

"Then why do you want to help me?" I asked, glancing at him.

"Because you need it." he said simply.

I wanted to argue, but instead kept my mouth shut and we traveled the rest of the way in silence. We reached his place, and within moments he had me seated at his dining room table in front of some leftover Chinese. He was sitting across from me, plate of food in front of him, but pushed to the side, as he scribbled something on an important looking paper. I never did find out what he did for a living.

"Have you seen this guy wandering around the streets?" I asked suddenly. "Kinda..well, really buff-like, likes to wear a sleeveless black shirt...arms are covered in tattoos."

"Zack," Brian said, without glancing up from his paper. "You just described about ninety percent of the men walking around the streets. Besides, the only wanderer I look for is you."

That was a jab to my heart, and I shifted uncomfortably, still not having touched my food.

"Why?" he asked, and he cocked an eyebrow, finally raising his gaze to meet mine. "Did he do something to you?"

"Oh, no." I said quickly. "No...he's just...weird."

He smirked. "Like the naked bums that wear barrels and hold signs that say 'The End is Near'?" he asked playfully.

I grinned, and looked down, but the more I thought about it, the more Matt seemed exactly like those guys -- just not nude, and wearing a barrel. I bit my lip, and watched as Brian got back to work, not knowing what exactly I was thinking about.

~x~

"Stay here, Zack, I swear to God."

He held up an accusing finger as he pulled open the door, and I smirked before he left. It quickly faded, and I stood up from the couch where I'd still been sitting, wrapped up in the blanket I'd slept with. I was now wearing my own clothes, Brian had washed them and gave them back to me. I pulled the money he'd made me keep from my pocket, and slapped it on the dining room table, making a 'told-you-so' face before I headed to the front door. After locking the door, I was gone.

I didn't know where I was going, but somehow I'd ended up on a side of town I'd only ever been to maybe once. But, I think the subconscious part of my brain knew where I was going.

I'd ended up outside a big warehouse-type building, and I recognized it almost immediately. The place from my dream. I hadn't seen the outside of it in my dream, but I could just feel it.

I sounded like a fuckin' fruitcake, so I started to walk past the building.

"Are you stalking me or something?"

I spun around almost merrily at his voice, and stopped when I saw none other than Matt standing outside the double doors that would lead (no doubt) inside the building. He still had that look to him, the mean/angsty one, but it was also faintly traced, very faintly traced, with amusement.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

He ran his fingers through his hair, throwing a squint up at the sky, before he looked back at me.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." he said.

"I'm ready to listen." I replied.

After a moment, he turned and opened one of the doors, gesturing for me to follow.

I followed quickly, like when a parent tells children that it's story time, and they go running. Like I was some kind of stupid dog loping after his owner. He held the door open, and gestured for me to go in first. Now if you lived in the city, you knew this was a bad idea. However, this guy Matt -- I didn't care what happened. He followed behind me, shutting the door, and I glanced around. It was dark, random rays of sunlight coming from shattered windows above and on the sides. Looking straight I saw where there was a little table, above it, the dim, swinging light, which caused me to remember my dream. A chill went down my spine and I looked at him.

"Do you live here?" I asked.

He nodded. "You could say that." he answered, walking past me and towards the table.

I followed, not knowing what else to do, and a few moments later, there was movement from somewhere on the right.

"Still me." Matt said, turning, "I haven't left yet."

I followed his gaze and saw a tall guy come from a corridor. He was wearing only low cut black pants, and his hands were dirty as if he'd been working on a car or something else mechanical. His steely eyes passed briefly over me, before returning to Matt.

"Bringing guys home now, Matt?" he asked with a playful smirk. "Tsk, tsk."

Matt rolled his eyes and sat down at one of the three chairs that surrounded the small table. There were cards scattered about on the table, worn playing cards -- some still set up in a hand for poker.

"This is Zack." Matt said, looking down at the cards as he started to gather them. "Zack, meet Jimmy."

I nodded in greeting at Jimmy, but really didn't care. I just wanted to hear what Matt had to say. Jimmy threw a smirk at me, before he turned to go back down the corridor. I felt my breathing hitch, his shoulder blades were grotesque. There were two large markings, red scars, evenly spaced apart, and raised just slightly from the skin -- almost like short stumps. My brain jumped to the dream I'd had, but I couldn't explain it as Jimmy disappeared, and I glanced back at Matt.

He was still collecting cards, seemingly not to have noticed, and I pulled out a chair, and dropped into it quickly, hoping that he'd start speaking soon so I could find out what the Hell was going on. That Jimmy guy was fuckin' weird as well, the both of them gave me goosebumps, though I couldn't explain why.

"You aren't religious, are you?" he asked, finally looking up at me.

I paused. Bags were forming under his hazel eyes, but his gaze was still intense, and burning. Unable to take mine away from it, I shook my head slightly.

"Not at all." I answered.

He shrugged, and much to my discontent, broke the eye contact. "You might take this easier." he said. "But everyone else I've told thinks I belong in the loony bin."

"Who doesn't belong there nowadays?" I asked, crossing my arms and hugging myself slightly out of boredom.

He made a face that told me he agreed with me, but fell silent for a while. Just as I was getting ready to ask him if he planned on telling his story any time before the next day, he looked back up at me.

"Homosexuality is a sin." he said, "You do know that, right?"

I was flabbergasted. I didn't know what he was saying, was he calling me gay and saying it was a sin? Was he crazy and just randomly spouting it out?

"Uh....yeah." I said after a moment.

"Well, what would happen if there were some highly devoted...messiahs, and they turned out to be gay?" Matt asked, looking down at the table where he was now shuffling the cards randomly.

"Uhhh..." I said.

He stood up suddenly, dropping the cards, and I looked up at him with wide eyes, hoping he wasn't getting ready to kick my ass or something cause he thought I was gay. He grabbed the bottom ends of his shirt, and pulled it off with ease. My eyes traveled down his ink-covered torso, muscular was a bit of an understatement.

"Tell me what you think these are." he said, his tone low.

He turned around and I froze. He had the same markings as Jimmy, the 'stumps' on his shoulder blades. His were a darker red color, as if they were newer (not like brand new, or last week new, just newer). I gaped open-mouthed for a moment or two, and he turned back around, watching my expression.

"Tell me." he said.

I sat there, staring at his nipples now -- cause that's where the stumps had pretty much been on his back, my mouth opening and closing slowly as I tried to form words. And finally, it all hit me in a rush. It was very much like a lightbulb coming on, or someone slapping me in the face with a fish.

"Wings."

My gaze shifted upwards to meet his, and I couldn't read his expression. For a moment he seemed to enjoy the fact that I'd guessed right, but then he looked back down at the table.

"I was an angel." he said softly. "And I'm only telling you this because you seem to already believe me."

"Yeah I believe you." I said with a breath, sounding like some kind of excited old man who'd just discovered something new. "I mean...how..why would you give yourself those...those..?"

"Stumps." Matt said.

I looked back at him, and he watched me intensely. "So what happened?" I asked finally.

"He found out I was gay."

Me and my cliffhangers. Next chapter's in progress, sorry this one sucked. I'm getting there.

Mon, 13 Mar 2006 03:44:16 GMT

Title: Servitude
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jimonnah
Summary: [Rape Fic]. But servitude was probably the main word to describe our relationship. As long as I was Mr. Big-Shot Bassist in Avenged Sevenfold, I was there to serve you.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.

Servitude

((Johnny's POV))

"Be in my room in a half hour."

I took a deep shaky breath as you pinned me against the wall. I'd just been leaving the bathroom of the smoky bar when you'd shoved me roughly into it, our height difference making it easy for you. I nodded, unable to do anything else, and the pressure from your body against mine released some.

"Don't be late."

I sure as fuck wasn't going to be. I hated when you used that tone, it made me think I did something wrong. And as you left the bathroom, I stared at the wall, a million possible things going through my mind.

Had I done something wrong?

Did I accidentally flirt with another man?

A woman?

Or were you just pissed off at something else?

The bathroom door opened, and I snapped back to reality as a drunken biker stumbled in, already pulling his dick from his pants to take a piss. With a sigh, I left. I wanted to get another drink, another hundred drinks because at least if I was drunk there was the possibility that I'd forget. I was much too sober still.

But there you were at the bar. Soaking it up with Shads as you guzzled down another beer. I was not going to join you. Your steely eyes moved across the dance floor, and I quickly looked away, hoping you hadn't caught me glaring at you.

It was a cold, October night, and as I stepped outside, a gust of wind caused my eyes to water. The east coast sucked. That was a fact.

So I had a half of an hour to spare. I'm not going to lie and say I didn't contemplate running away, changing my identity and moving to Alaska or some shit. But I was Mr. Big-Shot Bassist in the quickly gaining more popularity by the minute metal band, Avenged Sevenfold. How could I run away from that?

And that's how you knew you could keep me there.

Hugging myself, having forgotten my hoodie back in my own hotel room, I just started walking. A few fans stopped me, where upon I had to paste that smile on my face, not the one I had when we played shows -- that was a real smile -- but the smile I had when it was just the band hanging out, and you watched me like a hawk so that I never gave anything away to any of the other members.

After pictures, autographs, and the swoons from the girls, I told them I had somewhere to be and kept going. I glanced at my watch. No doubt you were back at your room already, I'd taken the long way. I still had about twenty minutes to go, but I rushed. I was like those old ladies at the park, power walking with my arms pumping at my sides. Like I was trying to lose some fucking weight or something.

I reached the hotel and stopped. I felt like a man walking to the electric chair, my death was at hand. It happened every time, me feeling like this, and the only way to get over it, was to get through the night. Straightening my shoulders cause I knew you hated me to be slouched, I walked into the hotel. I threw a fake smile at the desk clerk, just smile and wave Johnny Boy, no one'll ever know.

In the elevator I tried to calm myself. My stomach was in knots, and I could already feel the pain in my rear. I was trying to think of different ways I could approach this situation.

I could go in and be tough about it, try and kick your ass and take over, just to show you I had it in me.

But then you'd just make things worse the next time.

I could try sobbing and pleading. 'Please Jimmy, no more.'.

But then you'd only enjoy things more.

Ding. Your floor.

I said a short prayer to anyone up there, maybe the little bit of decency you had in your heart would allow you to be easier this time, if not gentle. A dry laugh escaped me, right Seward, right.

I stopped outside your room, and as I reached up to knock, and a few moments later the door opened slightly. I waited, but it was obvious all you'd done was turn the knob so I could enter at my own will. You always taunted me like this, as if giving me the chance to back out.

I slowly pushed the door open, and stepped inside. You were shirtless, beer in hand, and standing up in front of the TV where you had on some lesbian porno. See, you weren't even attracted to me, you were probably going to imagine me as one of those god damned lesbians. You took a drink from the bottle, turning to me, and your eyes traveled down my body as I shut the door, leaning against it.

"I'm surprised." You said. "You're early."

I shrugged meekly, what else could I do? "It's cold out."

You grinned at me, and took another drink from the bottle. The way you aimlessly shook it and listened told me that it was empty, and you dropped it in the small trash can next to the bathroom. The cleaning lady was going to love all the trash that'd previously missed and landed on the floor. You looked back at me.

"Take your shirt off." You ordered.

I obliged quickly, dropping to the thinly carpeted floor. No need to make you angry.

"Must be cold." You said nearing me, you reached down and pinched one of my nipples, the look on your face one of sick amusement. I winced, biting my tongue so hard that I could taste blood. "You know you like it, you little bitch."

Just the way you talked to me made me wince again as you turned around and walked towards the bed. It was going to be quick this night -- painful. I wanted to cry.

"Get your pants off." you said, turning to glance at me as you sat down on the end of the bed.

With shaking fingers, I undid my belt, following it with my button and zipper. As my jeans slid down, I kicked my shoes off, before stepping out of my pants. Without waiting for you to tell me 'boxers too', I slid them down my hips, stepping out of them as well.

My cheeks were burning with shame, hurt, fear -- a multitude of words. I looked away as I felt your eyes burn hungrily into my flesh, and I found myself vaguely wonder how long you'd keep this up. How long before the guys found out?

"Come here." You said.

So I went, and stood in front of you as your eyes penetrated mine. I couldn't even see the old James Sullivan in them anymore. It was as if all the drugs you'd done over the past had completely masked who you once were. You stood up slowly, your body brushing against mine and I broke eye contact, looking down.

Grabbing my shoulders, you turned us around, and pushed me not-too-lightly onto the bed. I pulled myself backwards more onto it, and watched as you undid your jeans -- belts long gone from your anticipation. After pulling your hard cock from your pants, you started to crawl into the bed with me, and I felt myself say your name. I was immediately worried, cause I never interrupted you, but you only raised your eyebrows and waited for me to continue.

"Um..can you.." I lowered my gaze. "Maybe...use lube this time?"

I snuck a glance back at you and you smirked, loving the way you could scare me so.

"Well," you said slowly. "I guess you have been good lately..." You waited till I looked back up at you again. "Magic word?"

"Please." I said softly, cheeks still burning from the control you had over me. "Please, Jimmy."

You grinned, your sick sadistic fucking grin. "Alright." you said, "This time."

I dare not let a relieved sigh escape me, so I just laid there, waiting as you crawled between my legs. You leaned down and pressed your lips firmly against mine. It wasn't how any kiss should ever feel, dry, rough. Your cracked lips gave me nightmares to say the least -- imagine how everything else you did to me affected me.

You sat up, relaxing back on your haunches and you threw me a smirk before spitting into your hand. I was so thankful for the moment because I'd seen that it was a pretty reasonable amount of spit. It didn't mean I wouldn't be in pain, it just meant that it wouldn't be as bad as the times you didn't use anything.

After lubing yourself up, you returned to the spot between my legs. As you spread my legs a little father apart, you leaned down and kissed me again. The head of your cock, wet with your saliva was already prodding my hole, and I instinctively tensed up, knowing that would only make things worse. You slipped your tongue into my mouth, and you roughly pushed your hips forward.

My first instinct was to bite down on something, but your tongue was still exploring the concaves of my mouth, and I knew that was a bad idea if I ever did see one. So I winced instead, the pain causing me to let out a small, throaty noise.

You groaned, muttering something about how tight I was, and I cringed in disgust. I hated you anymore. You moved your mouth to my neck, where you bit my skin sharply, as you thrust into me a second time. Your dick slid completely inside of me, and though it was completely covered with your spit, it felt like it was scratching the walls of my hole -- it was a feeling that no amount of lube could ever help -- it was a feeling that I was going to have the rest of my life, just like the feeling of your dry lips on mine.

"Mm," you said, your voice causing me to cringe again. "Tell me you like it."

I was glad you were talking to my ear and that I couldn't see your expression. I winced again as you gave a quick thrust into me, cock angled in a way that it hurt worse than it already did.

"I like it." I whispered.

"Louder." you commanded with another violent thrust.

I took a deep breath, fighting the urge to cry out of pain and frustration. "I like it." I said a little louder.

You lifted your head and gave me a sloppy kiss, your tongue reaching pretty much everything but the inside of my mouth. I felt like I was going to throw up.

You arched your back slightly, head rearing back a little as you let out a deep groan from your chest.Your hips moved rhythmically, a rolling motion as you thrust your dick deeply once more, and I whimpered, closing my eyes, and turning my head. In a moment you'd start to speed up. The only good thing that came from that was that it would be over soon.

Your dick hit my prostate, you hadn't meant to do it, and I bit my lip to ignore the wave of pleasure that surged through my body. There was no way in Hell I was going to enjoy this, and I'd make sure of it. I just kept running through my mind what a horrible person you'd turned into, and that was enough for me.

I hadn't made any noise in a while, so on another harsh thrust, you reached down to squeeze one of my nipples again, the same one as earlier. I gave a small cry, writhing around, and you laughed.

"I fucking love you." you said.

You leaned down and bit at my jaw bone, before trailing your tongue to my mouth and pushing it passed my lips roughly. I could feel your saliva drying on my face, and I was sickened, thoroughly sickened. But what could I do?

You let out a moan into the kiss, and your movements became clumsy and like those of an adolescent boy. I was glad you were drunk and tired, it had seemingly quickened the process.

In the porn on the TV, one of the girls was moaning like a bitch, and you groaned again, before biting at my bottom lip, and driving your cock as far as it would go into me, and causing me to mewl again as I tried to move my hips away from you. Didn't work, obviously.

"Ugh, Johnny...shit." you said breathlessly, thrusting with a swifter pace now, the only thing on your mind at the moment was your orgasm -- you wanted it, and you wanted it now.

Fortunately for me, it didn't have any objections to being wanted so early, and as you reached your climax, your back stiffened and you gave a final, soft thrust into me, your body tired from the effort. I could practically feel your cock emptying inside of me, and I cringed again, turning my head to look at the dark window, wishing I was anywhere but there.

You said my name again, kissing my neck, before you rolled off of me, and laid on your back next to me. I rolled onto my side, back to you, and just laid there, staring at the bed covering. My ass was stinging from your violent assault, and I could feel the blood mixed with little spit, and finally your cum sliding from my body. Revulsion. Hatred. Repulsion. Disgust.

I felt these for you.

But servitude was probably the main word to describe our relationship. As long as I was Mr. Big-Shot Bassist in Avenged Sevenfold, I was there to serve you.

Sun, 12 Mar 2006 22:20:02 GMT

Title: In the Dark of the Night
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Rating: NC17 (Later)
Pairing: Matt // Surprise
Summary: [AU]. My curse made each of them pay, but one little boy got away.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.

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Woah, didn't think I'd get reviews actually -- I thought I'd have to discontinue this fic. Thanks so much you guys. I owe you like my heart, jees. Let me stop before I get all sappy.

In the Dark of the Night

Chapter 01

The boy stuck his first leg out his bedroom window, but before his foot even touched the fire escape, his door burst open. The man that'd introduced himself as Matt to the boy's parents a few nights before, stood in the doorway, and in the brown eyes of the boy, the man could seemingly barely fit through it.

Without a second thought, the boy quickly continued climbing out of the window, the hurried footsteps of the man storming through his bedroom echoing in his ears like his heartbeat. Just as he caught his footing, he was yanked harshly back from Matt grabbing the back of his tee shirt roughly. Mind already furiously working, the boy let his body turn to mush (like when a two-year-old doesn't want to be picked up by a parent), and he slid himself from his shirt.

It was a November New York night -- the weather cold, but when you considered the circumstances, who cared? He made a dash for the ladder, and climbed down as quick as his twelve-year-old body would allow. As he reached the bottom, and he was just about to drop down, two arms wrapped themselves around his waist, and he was pulled down.

It was the man that Matt'd arrived with, he hadn't introduced himself. He was shorter, and obviously less powerful than Matt, and with this thought in mind, the little boy thrust his elbow behind him as hard as he could. There was a hiss, and a curse, but the arms around him released, and the twelve-year-old bolted.

He could hear the curses from the both of them as he turned down the first alley he found. He knew they were probably right behind him, and this is what kept his legs moving, arms pumping at his sides for more speed, as the bitter wind snaked through his mouth and into his lungs, causing him to wheeze. At the end of the alley way there was a fence, one of those simple fences that reached probably about eight to nine feet high. He took a dive, and thankful that his dad had made him keep in shape, he climbed the fence quickly.

He dropped to the other side, a jolt shooting up his right leg as his foot hit the pavement, but he kept going. Behind him he heard Matt's distinctive voice as he yelled at the other man, angry no doubt.

"If we don't do this by midnight, I'll be killed!"

The boy threw a look at the clock tower, easily the most visible building because of it's height. Eleven fifty-four. Something told him he was safe, but he kept running.

~x~

The brown eyes fluttered, and after a moment opened. They narrowed as the bright light seeping through the window reached them, and Brian Haner took a deep breath, rolling over onto his back. Like every morning, he woke up on his bare mattress which lay on the floor, in the corner of the room, the solitary sheet he had twisted around his legs. He reached up and rubbed at his eyes, getting the grog away, as he tried to piece together his dream.

He didn't remember much of it, mostly just voices -- from different people at that, none that he recognized. There was one female voice that gave him a feeling, and he'd assume it belonged to his mother's, but Brian couldn't remember anything of his life before the age of fifteen. It was like it'd been permanently erased from his memory -- as though he were in one of those lame-brain Sci-Fi movies.

His cell phone rang, and he glanced over at where it was plugged into the wall charging. That and the apartment were the most expensive things he owned -- and it looked like it wouldn't be for too long seeing that he was fired from his job the day before. With a sigh, he sat up and reached for it.

"Meet me at the coffee shop." came his best friend's voice when he answered.

"Why?" he asked, "What time is it?"

"Twelve in the fuckin' afternoon," Zack replied playfully, "So get your ass up."

Brian smirked to himself. "Alright," he said, "See you in a few."

Without waiting for a response, he ended the call. He threw another glance around his small, barren bedroom, before he climbed to his feet, kicking the bed sheet away. He bent and grabbed the tee shirt he'd been wearing yesterday, and pulled it on, keeping the jeans he was wearing on. They weren't too dirty. Then he quickly slid his shoes on, and grabbed his jacket from where it was draped over one of the boxes of junk against the wall.

"Are you okay, man? You look like a fucking zombie."

Brian moved his gaze from the window where he'd been staring, and met Zack's green eyes as the two sat across from each other at the small café.

"I don't know," he said slowly.

Zack waited for him to go on, but he didn't. "Do I have to beg to hear what's wrong?" he asked.

Brian smirked, but then it faltered, and he looked down at the table. "I got laid off yesterday." he said shortly.

"What?" Zack asked, immediately concerned as a best friend would be. "What the Hell do you mean, you were the best worker there."

Brian raised his eyebrows. "That's what I thought." he said. "I don't know, maybe I just wasn't meant to work there then."

"Bri," Zack said. "Move in with me, man. You make things harder on yourself by trying to afford that asinine apartment."

Zack didn't have to worry about anything, his parents had just given him the house they'd owned before they moved to Canada for their 'dream home'.

"Zack, I'm twenty-four years old." Brian replied. "I need to make a living for myself."

"And you can," his friend said. "Just move in with me to make it easier."

Brian shrugged. "I don't know." he said, "I'll think about it."

They fell silent, and Brian returned to looking out the window, as Zack took a drink of his coffee, throwing a look around at the other people there on a Saturday afternoon.

"I had this fuckin'...strange ass dream last night." Brian said randomly, looking for anything to converse about.

Zack returned his gaze to his best friend. "What was it about?"

"I don't even remember." Brian replied, "But my mom was in it."

"Your mom?" Zack asked, "But I thought you couldn't remember --"

"Me too." Brian said. "I just think it was her, and I've been trying all morning to remember something about her...but nothing."

Zack paused. "You still don't remember anything?" he asked. "At all?"

"Not before I met you." Brian answered quietly.

Zack shifted, looking slightly uncomfortable. "I'm sorry." he said softly.

Brian looked up at him, smirk coming to his face. "Sorry?" he asked. "For what?"

Zack shrugged. "I don't know, man." he said. "But I mean...maybe you could remember if you hadn't met me."

"Zacky, I swear," Brian said, "You are the silliest bastard I know."

Zack grinned. "I was being serious dude." he said.

"Don't worry." Brian said. "I don't know why I can't remember anything, but I'm positive it's not you."

~x~

"One thing I almost forgot my hate of," Matt said with distaste, "The bastard sun."

He glared up at the sky through his sunglasses, as Johnny stood in the phonebooth, attempting to read the large phonebook. He turned around.

"Master, I can barely turn these pages with you all up on my ass like this." he said sourly.

The both of them, trying to find shelter from the sun, were subconsciously huddling in the phonebooth, Matt practically crushing Johnny against the side. The larger man glanced down at his companion, before reluctantly stepping out of the booth, looking like a cat who'd just been forced to stand outside in the rain.

Johnny popped the collar of his silky, black, button-up shirt, and cleared his throat. "Now." he said, turning back to the phonebook which was attached to the payphone itself. He flipped a page. "You said 'Haner'?"

"Yeah." Matt said. "Like the underwear...with an 'r' at the end."

"Hmm...." Johnny said, his index finger trailing down the page. "Adam Haner, Alex Haner, Alexander Haner, Alexandria Haner, Alisha Haner, ah, Brian Haner." He made a face. "Brian Haner, Brian Haner, Brian Haner."

"He's a junior if that helps." Matt offered, leaning into the booth slightly.

Johnny rolled his eyes with a nod. "Junior, Junior, Junior." He said. "There's like a hundred Brian Haner Juniors."

Matt sighed, and pushed his way into the phone booth again, knocking Johnny into the side once more, his large body crushing the smaller man's with force. With difficulty, he caught a hold of the page with all the Brians, and he tore it from the binding of the big book. He folded it up neatly, and placed it into the chest pocket of his button up shirt -- alike to Johnny's with the exception that it was long-sleeved. Then he stepped out of the booth.

"We'll just have to check out all of them." he replied, as Johnny, looking even more disgruntled stepped out of the booth.

"That could take hours." the shorter man said.

"We have till midnight." Matt said, he smirked. "Besides, I have the utmost confidence. We'll win."

Sequel to Tyranny

Sun, 12 Mar 2006 17:51:37 GMT

Title: Readiness
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Pairing: Matt // Johnny
Summary: Readiness n. 1. The state of having been made ready or prepared for use or action. 2. Prompt willingness.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
Note: Read Tyranny first.

So I was asked to do a sequel to Tyranny....hence...what this is. A sequel. So read Tyranny first, god, you have no idea how annoying it is when someone doesn't read the first part of something, but tries to figure stuff out in the second one. Like the first one, you don't learn anything of the plot, it's just about the relationship of the characters -- I seem to have a thing with the characters I 'create'.

Readiness

Matt entered his bedroom with a sigh; his shoulders were sagging slightly, and it was obvious that he'd had a long day. He walked to his bed, and sat down on the end of it. Besides the protest from the box spring, the room was silent. He threw a look over at the corner of the room where Johnny was. It was where the boy sat most of the time when he was alone, he was now on his knees, just sitting there, and awkwardly glancing around -- waiting for Matt to speak to him. It'd been a little over a week since Matt'd found him, and in the short amount of time, Johnny had become quite like a pet, actually.

Matt noticed that Johnny's hair was damp, and he seemed to be shaking slightly in the coolness of the room -- he'd obviously just come from the shower.

"Come here." the older man said suddenly.

Johnny stood and Matt's gaze fell to the boy's waist, feeling blood start to anchor between his legs already at the way the too small jeans hugged the kid's hips -- the shapely bones easily visible. It happened to Matt every time. Johnny neared the bed, looking everywhere but Matt, and he stopped in front of the older man, hands fidgeting at his sides. Matt watched him for a moment, the hints of a smile on his face, before he slid his arms around the boy's waist, and pulled him down into his lap.

"I had such a rough day." He replied with a sigh, as Johnny sat sideways, as if the older man was going to tell him a story of some kind.

Both of his arms were around Johnny's hips, while Johnny's hands rested on his knees. He was gazing down at his lap, and he shifted slightly, able to feel Matt's erection prodding him in the back of his thigh. Matt took in a quick breath, the movement from the boy rubbing his groin in the right kind of way.

"At least it's over now." Johnny said softly, glancing up.

Over that week, Johnny'd realized that Matt actually needed him. He didn't have any friends, and the men working for him were just pawns, afraid to get on his bad side. He needed Johnny as a sense of comfort -- every night he'd come back from a day of hard work, and he'd -- as he liked to call it -- 'make love' to Johnny. And Johnny felt bad for him to say the least, sympathetic; Matt's power was his mask to hide the loneliness. It didn't mean Johnny liked what he was there for though, just used to it.

Matt smirked. "Yeah," he said, "You're right." He brushed his lips up Johnny's jaw line, enjoying that he could feel the shiver that passed through the boy.

He'd kept his promise after the first night, making sure Johnny was pleasured every night. The boy had cried some more for two days, but on the third he just seemed to accept his new way of living.

Matt turned him around, positioning the kid so that he was straddling him. His excitement was building at the feeling of Johnny's cock slowly starting to harden. Sliding his arms around the boy's waist again, he kissed him firmly. Johnny's hands had now ended up on Matt's shoulders, and he opened his mouth instinctively for the older man's tongue, which snaked in almost greedily. Matt's tongue searched the boy's mouth like it was new territory, and he moved one of his hands slowly up Johnny's back.

Breaking the kiss, he then moved them, so that he could lay down straight in the bed, with Johnny still straddling his hips. For a moment, Matt just studied the boy intensely, keeping his hands on Johnny's hips as the kid's fingers played with the bottom hem of Matt's tee shirt. His eyes slowly moved up to meet Matt's, and the older man smirked at him. Johnny looked away quickly, and that was a boost to Matt's ego -- he knew he was a good looking guy, and he knew that Johnny would never voice this thought out loud, but it was nice to know he thought it.

He gave a sigh, and sat up a little, pulling his shirt off with ease. As he laid back down, Johnny shifted on top of him again, making things worse for the older man, whose cock was already rock hard. Johnny glanced back at him again, and he slowly moved his hands to the fly of Matt's jeans -- he'd become a good pet indeed.

As the button popped, and the zipper followed, Matt kept one of his hands on Johnny's back, caressing it almost affectionately. The boy slid his hand underneath the denim material, and grabbed Matt's cock quickly. He leaned down, pressing his lips against Matt's -- he'd learned exactly what his 'master' liked. Matt bit at Johnny's lower lip, pulling it into his mouth, and he started moving his hips around, pushing them upwards slowly to match up with the rhythm that the boy'd already taken on.

The older man broke the kiss to take in some breath, before he moved his lips to Johnny's collarbone, grazing his teeth across the soft flesh, before they sunk in, almost to the point of drawing blood, and causing the kid to wince. As if this was the sign to go on, Johnny slowly moved down Matt's body, an expression of indifference on his face. As the boy pulled his hand from the older man's jeans, he pulled Matt's dick with it. He took a quick glance at Matt, who was watching him with an amused smirk -- the same amused smirk he always had. Johnny let out a silent sigh, before leaning forward, and pressing his lips to the head of Matt's cock. The all too familiar taste of precum was obviously there, but Johnny forced himself to ignore it, and he wrapped his lips around the tip.

Matt said a praise, he'd done so every night as if Johnny was a dog being taught tricks. Like every night though, Johnny showed no acknowledgement, and lowered his head, his throat muscles working to relax and make room for Matt's large dick. He brought his head up slowly, trailing his tongue along the pulsing vein, to swirl it around the helmet. Matt gave a sigh, running his fingers through the kid's hair, and as Johnny' swallowed his length again, the older man's breathing hitched. The boy removed his mouth from Matt's cock, reaching over to give it a few borderline-sensual strokes. Then, keeping his fingers tightly wrapped around the base of Matt's dick, he returned his lips to the head. Matt gave a groan as Johnny squeezed his hand slightly, running his tongue up the man's cock again.

Matt said something about how Johnny got better everyday, but before Johnny could continue, he slipped his fingers underneath the worn collar the boy still wore, and he pulled Johnny up lightly. He quickly laid the kid down, rolling on top of him, and kissing him deeply, as he slid between his legs. He ran his hands up Johnny's body, starting from the hips, and moving up his chest. He pressed in with slight force, and when he got to the boy's nipples, he pushed his thumbs against them roughly, sliding his tongue into the boy's mouth as a small whimper escaped him. Matt's hands then moved to Johnny's pants, wasting no time in undoing them. He broke the kiss, sitting up slightly, and started to pull the boy's pants off. Obediently, Johnny lifted his hips, the jeans sliding from his body with almost difficulty because of their tightness. Matt looked over the kid's body, as he did every night, just happy to know that it belonged to him.

He leaned down, and kissed Johnny hungrily again, as his hands moved to the kid's hips. There was still some of Johnny's saliva on his cock, but after a short moment of contemplation, Matt decided he'd add some of his own. He sat up, and spit into his hand, and as he lubed himself up, he glanced at Johnny, whose eyes were lowered. It happened every night -- as if Johnny was ashamed of what he was doing. Every night he went through a bunch of moods, indifference, shame, embarrassment -- soon, Matt promised himself, soon the kid would love what he did.

Matt reached down, lightly grabbing Johnny's chin, and he lifted the boy's head so that their eyes made contact. Johnny obliged, locking his gaze with the older man's. Matt's hazel eyes, darkened with lust, intensely stared into Johnny's as he pushed his hips forward. But upon the head of his cock entering, the boy closed his eyes from the initial pain. Matt held his breath as he slid the full length of his dick into Johnny's tight hole -- he was excited like he'd been the first night, it was like the first time every time. As he started to pull out, he moved Johnny around beneath him, slightly propping the boy's hips some more; then he showed no hesitation as he thrust in roughly.

A small noise came from the kid on accident, and Matt bit back a groan, leaning down and catching Johnny's lips with his own. The kisses he gave Johnny were passionate, which made things hard for Johnny. He whimpered at another thrust, and Matt tugged lightly at his bottom lip with his teeth.

"Shh," he said softly, breaking the kiss to nuzzle the boy's cheek. "You know it'll get better."

Johnny took a deep breath, but didn't answer, and Matt placed a light kiss on his jaw bone. He gave another powerful thrust, trailing his lips up to the kid's earlobe, and he bit down gently. Johnny's throat emitted a soft noise, but it came out strangled because Matt'd just brushed against his prostate, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Matt shushed him gently again, one of his hands moving up to caress the boy's cheek almost in a loving way. He gave another rough thrust, kissing Johnny's neck, and as his cock hit the kid's prostate a second time, the boy writhed underneath of him.

Matt glanced down, unable to keep the smile from his face as he saw that Johnny's cock was now standing erect. No time was wasted as he reached down and lightly grabbed it. A small hiss of air came from the boy, and Matt gave him a deep kiss. He started moving his hand, slowly at first, just waiting for Johnny's body to react. He roughly hit the boy's prostate again, and sure enough, after a moment, the kid's hips started moving upwards -- both trying to get Matt to reach his spot, and coax Matt's hand into going faster. The older man, still grinning, kissed Johnny again, as he thrust deeply.

Johnny fought the urge to moan; he knew that Matt would hear it at least once by the end of the night, but he didn't want to give him the satisfaction yet.

Matt's lips moved to Johnny's neck and collarbone again, and the boy turned his head to the other side, eyes half-closing. Matt's dick collided with his prostate once more, and the kid bit his bottom lip, struggling against a moan. Matt bit Johnny's shoulder harshly, his fingers tightening around the boy's cock -- a little more than they might have had the kid showed any sign of contentment. He got the reaction he'd wanted, as Johnny groaned deep in the back of his throat.

"See." Matt said matter-of-factly, "You like it."

Johnny said nothing -- there was nothing to say -- and Matt's cock slid deeply into him again. He whimpered lightly, hips moving up, and Matt wasn't able to hold back his own groan. He pressed his lips to the boy's jaw bone, while he continued to tug at Johnny's cock gently. Johnny, to keep from wrapping his arms around Matt from needing something to hold onto, kept his hands at his sides, grasping the bed sheet tightly. Another small noise escaped his lips, and he mentally cursed himself. He could feel his orgasm building in his gut, spreading through his insides like a forest fire, and he knew that within mere seconds, he could cum -- which would be much to Matt's satisfaction.

The older man groaned, back stiffening slightly -- he cold feel his own climax approaching. He quickened his hand movements, now pumping the boy's dick at a swift speed, while he thrust harshly and clumsily. Johnny squirmed a little, the constant jabbing into his prostate was too much to handle, he felt like it was going to kill him. But as this thought crossed his mind, his orgasm arrived.

He surprised himself with a loud moan, bucking his hips from the mattress, and he came onto his stomach -- some of it spreading up to his chest. Matt groaned as well, giving a violent thrust before he reached the edge as well. His back arched on a final, seemingly inexperienced thrust, and he came powerfully into the young boy, letting out a second groan -- this time quieter.

After he'd made sure that all of his cum ended up inside of Johnny, and that he was completely empty, he pulled out of the boy, collapsing next to him. Both of them lay there panting, Matt tracing small circles on Johnny's upper chest, and Johnny trying to ignore the feeling of Matt's juices seeping from his raw ass hole. A minute or two later, Matt leaned over giving Johnny's cheek an almost taunting kiss.

"Give me another week, Sugar," he said in a low tone, "And you'll be begging."

Hmm..maybe a third part?