Current mood:	accomplished
Current music:	Move-Thousand Foot Krutch

Title: Hell In A Handbasket
Author: Hybryd
Fandom: A7X/Slipknot...with some Linkin Park
Pairing: Zacky/Syn, Zacky/Syn/Chris
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mick and Chris's friendship has been falling a part for years, causing tension within the band, and events on the new tour aren't helping things


#0 Sid Wilson-DJ
#1 Joey Jordison-Drummer
#2 Paul Gray-Bassist
#3 Chris Fehn-Percussionist
#4 James (Jim) Root-rhythm guitarist
#5 Craig Jones-Sampler
#6 Shawn Crahan-Percussionist
#7 Mick Thomson-
#8 Corey Taylor-Singer


Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine


They can't make it back to the hotel fast enough for Syn. He's already got ideas about what he wants. He can't actually believe that they're inviting Chris into their bed again. He wants it as much as Zacky, there's no doubt there, but normal relationships generally don't include casual threesomes with someone else. Of course, they're not normal so why should their relationship be?

When they make it to their floor Zacky asks Chris if he wants to get his handcuffs again. Syn could swear the percussionist nearly drools at the idea. As Chris breaks away from them to head to his room, Syn shares a look with Zacky. Without words they come to the same agreement and follow the older man. When he swipes his keycard and steps inside they slip in behind him.

The percussionist turns as if to ask them something and Syn lunges forward. He wraps one hand around the back of Chris's neck and pulls the taller man down and crushes their lips together. Chris winces a little at the forcefulness, but his lips still immediately open under his and their tongues twine, stoke, and just generally molest each other in the best way. Syn decides if this is the way Chris kisses then by the end of the night the percussionist is going to suck him off. And he doubts Chris will have a problem with that.

There's a soft moan from behind them, “Fuck that's hot.”

As Syn sucks feverishly on Chris's tongue he begins to slowly maneuver the older man backwards. At the same time he works one hand up under Chris's sleeveless shirt and thumbs his left nipple. The other hand goes down to palm Chris's obvious hard-on. That earns him a moan into the kiss, which he swallows with much vigor and shivers as Chris's hands run up and down his back.

When the bed is right behind Chris, Syn stops and pulls back from the kiss getting a whimper from the other participant. Once more Chris is the first one with his shirt off, but Syn quickly strips off his own. Then they're right back to kissing while their hands are all over each other. It's a little different having Chris be a little more assertive, but it's definitely not a bad thing.

They're both fumbling with Syn's belts when a hot, wet tongue licks a strip up his back to nibble and suck on his neck. Syn groans into Chris's mouth and gives up on the belts, which is okay because Zacky's hands reach around him to calmly undo them and pull them out. The feeling of his partner's hot skin on his own sends tingles down to his toes.

Syn finally has to break away from Chris to breathe, but it's a chore with Chris's hands undoing his fly while Zacky's hands are teasing his nipples. He's so hard it's painful and it feels pretty damn good when the oppressive jeans are pushed off his hips and down his legs.

As Chris sinks to his knees Syn wonders when the hell he lost control of this situation. Not that he's going to complain, 'cause he's about to get that blowjob he thought about earlier, but still. This isn't exactly what he had planned in his head.

Zacky's hands move around to his back and then straight down to his ass, which gets a little squeeze before they continue down taking the boxers with them. He shivers and groans a little as his partners hands trace down the back of his thighs, then knees and calves, and finally to his ankles. It takes him completely by surprise to feel a hot lick-suck-bite to the tenders skin on the back of his knee.

A little weak in the knees he still manages to kick off his boots and step out of the clothing bunched at his feet. He watches as Zacky throws them across the room, then a surprised little groan escapes him as Chris licks and nibbles from his navel down to one hip and then a hot trail over to the other. Fuck if Chris doesn't have an amazing mouth, that he knows how to use like a pro.

He gasps and his hips give a little jerk as Zacky takes his erection in hand and gives it a firm stroke. That seems to prompt Chris, who leans forward to swirl his tongue around the head. Syn leans back against Zacky a little and feels the guitarist shift his stance to support Syn's weight, while giving a little nibble to Syn's shoulder. It feels fucking amazing to have Zacky stroking him slightly as Chris licks the head like it's a lollipop or something.

Syn grunts in frustration at the teasing mouth and tries to thrust a little. Zacky's hands let go and move up to his hips, pulling him back flush against the other guitarist's body. He gives a soft satisfied sound upon feeling Zacky's erection through his partner's pants. If it wasn't for the fact that he really wants to watch Zacky ride Chris with the percussionist cuffed to the bed, he'd be pretty much begging Zacky to fuck him right now.

He'd actually be pretty satisfied with Zacky just taking off those pants and rub against him naked flesh on naked flesh, but he doesn't have the brain power to make his mouth work. Or rather he doesn't have the brain power to make his mouth say anything even halfway intelligent. Not with Chris's mouth slowly sliding down his cock, that wicked tongue stroking the underside.

“You have no idea how fucking amazing this looks from here,” Zacky's whispers into his ear, hot breath making him tremble. Yeah, Syn has a pretty damn good idea how fucking amazing it looks since last night he watched Chris give Zacky a blowjob.

Syn needs to do something with his hands, it's a realization that strikes him out of nowhere. Like Zacky did last night, Syn tries to put his hands on Chris's head. There's a low rumbling growl in answer that makes his hips buck and his eyes snap shut, but tells him not to think about it. Instead Syn raises his arms and loops them around the back of Zacky's neck as his partner nips and tongues his earlobe.

His arms tighten and he reflexively bucks his hips as Zacky's hands trace down his body and past Chris to fondle his balls. He moans brokenly as Chris's wicked tongue finds and tortures the most sensitive places. It's even better when Chris's hands come up to stroke what's not in his mouth, the callouses on his hands rough but not painful.

By then his hips are bucking without his control and his legs feel ready to give out. His arms around Zacky's neck are helping to keep him upright. Warmth is spreading from his belly through his whole body. His head automatically tilts to the side when Zacky sucks at his jugular, trying to give the other guitarist better access. He really fucking likes his neck being sucked, which of course Zacky knows.

Chris has got a good rhythm going, using his tongue all the way up and down with each bob. He varies the rhythm though and stops at the tip to massage the best little spots with his tongue. Then Chris takes him all the way down and makes this deep, rumbling hum that vibrates his throat around Syn's cock.

Zacky gives a sharp bite to his neck while massaging his balls and that added with Chris's humming is all it takes. He tries to give Chris a warning, 'cause that's the polite thing to do, but all that comes out is a long drawn out moan as his orgasm hits him hard. Doesn't seem like he has to worry about politeness though, because Chris swallows it all with ease, gently licking and sucking him clean.

Syn's legs just about buckle and Zacky helps him stumble over to sit in a chair. He collapses into it and gives a content smile to his partner. Zacky leans down and gives him a quick kiss, winks, and then straightens up.

Syn can only sit and watch as Zacky stalks back to Chris and yanks him into a kiss. It's fierce and there's a very clear wince from the percussionist. Syn guess it's probably from Zacky's snakebites abusing his fat lip. For some reason he finds that to be a huge fucking turn on.