party like a rockstar

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 19:49:42 GMT

Title: More Or Less
Author: Annabyss
Rating: G
Summary: None sorry
Disclaimer: Don't known
Dedication: This goes to my bestie khaoscore cause it waws her b-day yesterday.

More Or Less

Untitled Love[5]

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 19:28:38 GMT

Title:Untitled Love
Pairing:Matt/Brian
Authors Note: I love Everyone on here lol

[Matt]
Brian had kicked me out of his house, telling me over and over just to go, just to forget; but how could I forget something like that? I returned to my home that I shared with my fiancé but for some reason I did not feel at home. Reassuring myself that everything was going to be alright, normal. But deep down inside I knew that wasn’t true, it was the furthest thing from the truth. Val had tried to coax me into bed; but I couldn’t. I slept on the couch, but I didn’t do much sleeping. The next day I had called Zack to come and meet me at a local coffee shop, sitting outside secluded from other ears.

“What’s wrong bro?” Zacky’s green eyes held concern as he sipped his coffee, wincing at the burn he got from drinking too fast.

“Zack…what I’m about to say can’t fucking leave your mouth, understand?” He shook his head, but that wasn’t good enough for me.

“Zack you’ve got to promise.” He noted the severe urgency in my voice. “Yeah Matt I promise, what’s wrong? You’re never worked up like this over anything.” Taking a deep breath before speaking.

“Brian he’s been either real angry or real distant with me. After… after he got stabbed he was still different. But Tuesday I didn’t leave because I thought I thought it was time to go. Brian he kicked me out after…after he kissed me Zack and it was no accidental kiss either.” Zack’s jaw stood agape as he tried to comprehend all that had been said.

“So Brian’s a fag?” That word quickly became my least favorite; I punched Zacky in the face without thinking twice.

“What the fuck!” He shouted holding the right side of his face. “Don’t ever call him that!” I shouted this was something unexpected even from me.

“Jesus Matt I’m sorry.”

“I am too.”

“You kissed back didn’t you?” My eyes grew wide at his statement.

“What?”

“You kissed back didn’t you?” Frustrated I ran my fingers through my short hair.

“…Maybe? Zack what do I do?”

“Talk to Bri, Man.”

Fic - Ehrgeiz Chapter XV

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 05:14:19 GMT

Title: Ehrgeiz
Author: the_staci
Fandom: Avenged Sevenfold
Pairing: M. Shadows/Synyster Gates
Rating: NC-17
POV: Third
Summary: The stronger they are, the harder they fall. One, two, three, shatter.
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own them. None of this ever happened.
Warnings: angst; violence, gore, and non-graphic non-con
Author's Notes: There is a very large picture about halfway down. It's part of the fic, so I kept it full size instead of doing a thumbnail. I'm sorry for any annoyance that might cause!
Dedication: Dedication for the rest of this fic goes to lovelickhump, because she is my Bratt hero for always. ♥

Previous Parts
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV

Chapter XV

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 02:24:54 GMT

Blood and Chocolate Part 5
Author: Synyster Child
Pairing: Synyster Gates/ M. Shadows
Rating: NC-17 (violence, death, sex)
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. No offense is intended. No profit is made from the writing or posting of this work.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4

Brian listened to the worried whispers and tolerated the fearful glances of the others as they went through their daily routines. He continued to taunt Matthew, despite his lovers renewed strength, wanting nothing more then for the muscular male to punish him. Soon, Matthew would remember what he feared to have forgotten. Soon, he would be strong enough to dominate Brian once again. He wasn't ready yet, though, and if the three others tried anything stupid, it may never happen. He wouldn’t let them jeopardize his plan, not with how badly he needed his Matthew back.

Brian approached the three younger vampires, smirking at their nervous greeting. "Are the three of you really so stupid as to believe I would ever harm my own mate?" he chuckled. "Matthew was mine long before any of you were created, and he will be mine long after you have gone your separate ways."

"Things have changed," Johnny snapped. "You might be willing to leave your family, but we aren’t. You and Matt ended long ago Brian. Matthew hasn't shared your bed in how long? You spend your nights plotting his downfall with James and Mick."

Brian glared at the youngest. "James' mouth cost him his life," he said, throwing the heart and eyes of his lover onto the table. Zacky gagged while Johnny and Jimmy looked at the dark-eyed one in shock. "Be careful what you accuse me of, little one, or you might just join him. As for Matthew and I, it has been more the one hundred years since he took me. I have taken him, but he is no longer the being he once was. That will change. He will be mine again, no matter the cost. The three of you mean nothing to me any longer. You, you annoying gerbil, never did. You are the one who took Matthew away from me. I would love to destroy you right here. Make no mistake about it, Jonathon, I will destroy you if you try to stand in my way and I would find no end of pleasure in doing so. ” Brian’s eyes cut into Johnny, making the smaller man shrink back. With that, Brian turned and walked away.

Three weeks passed without any sign of Brian, but with Matt becoming increasingly worried about his lover with each passing day. In all their existence they had never been apart for more then a few days. He tried calling for the dark-eyed one, tried listening for his thoughts. His efforts were rewarded with silence. He sent Zacky and Jimmy to various clubs, hoping to find him, or one of his victims. Johnny was sent after Brian's changes, but only one had known anything at all and that was just a cryptic "He said he was going home."

Johnny and the others cowered as Matt raged at the information. "The only place he ever referred to as home was my arms," Matt snarled, slamming his hands down and splintering the table.

"Obviously not," Johnny snapped back, jealousy getting the better of him as Brian’s words rang in his ears. "He probably stopped feeling that way when you stopped loving him. You left him alone for one hundred years, Matt. Why bother with that psychotic freak any more?"

Matt froze, his hazel eyes blazing with rage narrowed at Johnny. The smaller vampire was thrust back and slammed into the wall. "I NEVER stopped loving him! Ever! Don't you ever fucking say I did again, or I will destroy you myself! Do you fucking understand you pathetic lawn gnome? You think my love is a psychotic freak? Why? Because he has more balls then the four of us combined? Because he has embraced his nature, he is a freak? You look upon his with contempt because you are too much a coward to accept what you chose to become?" Matt's rage burned the room, the tables igniting and the bed beginning to smolder. "I had no choice in my fate. You all did, and you chose this life that you find so disgusting. Brian chose it to be by my side. What were your reasons?"

"We chose it to be by your side, Matt," Zacky whispered. "Johnny and I did. We were both infatuated by you, you know that."

"Brian," Jimmy whispered, guilt overwhelming him as he leaned onto Zacky for support. “I envied the love the two of you shared at that time. I wanted to be a part of it. It was never about having powers, or living forever. It was about being part of something great, about having a family. That is why you changed us. You wanted a family, someone besides Brian to rely upon. That is why Brian hates us. He never wanted anyone but you and he blames us, especially Johnny, for taking you away from him.”

"I don't believe you," Matt snarrled as red marks appeared on Johnny's throat.

"You don't have too," Jimmy whispered. "Brian does."

"How would you know?" Matt lashed out at Jimmy, dropping the bassist to focus on the taller vampire. The drummer merely pointed to the wall behind Matt that was now covered with large, crimson letters BELIVE. "Brian?" Matt whispered, the flames dulling as his fury subsided.

Tears pricked his eyes when there was no further sign of the missing one, but the other three refused to acknowledge them.

"Think hard, Matt," Zacky whispered as Jimmy pulled the gasping Johnny from the room. "There has to have been some place Brian would call home. A place from your childhood perhaps?"

Matt just shook his head. "I'll try Zack, but there was no place. The only home we ever had was in each others arms."

Zacky nodded, leaving Matt alone, his fingers stretching out to touch the letters. "I need you Brian. I always have. You know I never stopped loving you."

Matt closed his eyes, bringing his blood covered fingertips to his lips. Familiar scents invaded his nostrils as his hazel eyes shot open. He smiled, the weight that had been crushing his heart gone as memories of a shadow-filled land invaded his head.

"I love you too," Brian's voice whispered in his ear. "Come home."

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 00:44:08 GMT

Title: Lovers at Heart
Chapter: 4/5
Rating: R, i guess, idk
Pairing: Brian/Zacky, Matt/Jimmy
Disclaimer: not true, don't own. you dare sue, i'll sue you. Papa Gates is not this mean, i think.
Warnings: Slash (obviously), language, violence, fantasy, witchcraft and bullshit like that.
A/N: okay... Johnny's here!! yay!

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three

The next day, Jimmy practically never left Brian’s side, fearing that Brian would go and touch Zacky again. Matt, feeling the immensely dark aura coming from Jimmy, always stood beside Zacky all the time too.

He and Jimmy used to be best friends, before this whole “good wizard” and “evil warlocks” thing happened. The magic came from a storm that struck their world, giving people the power to do anything they want. Some people use the power to do good things, some other didn’t use it at all, except for emergency excuses, and some other crave this power, and never felt enough.

Matt used to love his ex-best friend. No, Matt STILL loves his ex-best friend. He never stopped loving Jimmy, even after magic comes to their lives and Jimmy hated Matt. Before Jimmy became evil, and before Matt chose to not to follow Jimmy’s path of darkness.

Jimmy never hated Matt. He just acted like he did, because he didn’t want to disappoint his parents. In fact, Jimmy always loved Matt, ever since they became friends; Jimmy was drawn into Matt’s charm and kindness. But they never said anything to each other, leaving them miserable in their untold feelings.

Matt grew tired every single day he realized that Jimmy wasn’t with him. He regretted that he didn’t show his feelings earlier.

“Matt? You okay?” asked Zacky.

“Yeah, I’m fine…” Matt trailed off.

“You can tell me anything, you know,” said Zacky.

“Okay… you know Brian’s guardian Jimmy?” asked Matt.

“Yeah, the tall, lanky guy? Yeah, I know him. Because he trails Brian everywhere he goes,” said Zacky.

“He was my best friend, before the magic came. I… never looked at him as a best friend. I loved him, more than a friend,” said Matt.

“You never told him?” asked Zacky. Matt shook his head.

“You should’ve told him, Matt, or it’s gonna eat you inside. And it’ll hurt,” said Zacky.

“I can’t get closer to him again, he hates me,” said Matt.

“Trying won’t hurt, Matthew…” said Zacky, trailing off as he saw Brian and Jimmy walked into the cafeteria.

“Oops, speak of the devil, Matty, there’s you knight in shining armor. I’ll leave you to it, and I’m not letting you go until you tell him,” threatened Zacky. Matt couldn’t say anything.

“There’s Matt, Jimmy. Go, and I’m making you stay there until you tell him,” said Brian to Jimmy. Brian noticed Zacky, and sat down beside him.

“Hey, Zack,” said Brian.

“Brian!” said Zacky happily. They haven’t met for just two classes and he was missing him like hell.

“Why are you here alone?” asked Brian.

“I’m asking Matt to talk to Jimmy,” said Zacky.

“About?” asked Brian.

“His feelings,” said Zacky nonchalantly.

“Wow, I just did the same thing to Jimmy!” said Brian.

“So, for all this time, they were in love with each other?! Fuck, that hurt!” said Zacky. Brian smiled.

“I didn’t know you have a dirty mouth, Mr. Baker. You didn’t put it to a good use last night,” said Brian. Zacky went beet red, then Brian laughed.

“You look so cute when you blush,” he said as he kissed Zacky’s cheek, making Zacky’s cheeks even redder if possible.

––––––––

“Matt,” called Jimmy. Matt looked at Jimmy, adoring the being in front of him.

“Yeah?” responded Matt. Jimmy sighed.

“I don’t know how to say this… I’m sorry, I know you thought that I hate you, but I don’t, really, I don’t. I… goddamn it… I love you… Matt,” said Jimmy, his face insanely red. Matt gawked at Jimmy, and wasted no time. He ignored the burning feeling on his skin and grabbed Jimmy’s chin, kissing him, not caring about the crowds.

“I love you too, Jim. I always have,” said Matt. They smiled at each other.

“JAMES OWEN SULLIVAN!!!!!” screamed a voice inside Jimmy’s head.

‘Oh, crap. I’m so doomed,’ Jimmy thought to himself. He forgot that every master of an evil guardian have the ability to watch the guardian’s every move and actions. He kissed Matt one last time.

“I’ll be right back, love. My master needs me,” said Jimmy. Matt shot him a questioning look, Jimmy returned it with an ‘it’ll-be-okay’ look. He walked towards the janitor’s closet, welcomed by a small lightning bolt, making him fall.

“What the fuck were you doing, James?! Kissing an enemy?! And you let my Brian go with that Baker boy! You are supposed to keep Brian away from him! Tell me, why did you kiss Matthew Sanders, James?!” demanded Brian Sr..

“Your Highness… with all due respect… I’m in love with him,” answered Jimmy. Brian Sr. laughed maniacally.

“Just so you know, James. I heard every single bit of your little conversation with Brian. And I pay special attention to the topic of him having sex with Zachary Baker,” said Brian Sr.. Jimmy’s eyes widened. Because of his carelessness, Brian is in danger.

“But don’t worry about Brian, James. I won’t ever punish my favorite son. You should worry about yourself, James, because you’re the one who’s terminal here,” said Brian Sr. as he threw a fireball at Jimmy.

––––––––

‘Matt, help me!!! Janitor’s closet, now!!!’ Jimmy begged mentally. Matt stood up abruptly, and then he ran towards the janitor’s closet, followed by Brian and Zacky.

“Paralyze,” said Brian Sr. when they got there. Jimmy’s nerves were shot with electricity and he couldn’t move a thing.

“Absorb,” said Brian Sr. again. Matt’s eyes widened at this. He was absorbing Jimmy’s powers and aura.

“Father, stop it!!!” begged Brian.

“Brian, stay out of this!! He deserves it!” argued Brian Sr. as he continued to absorb Jimmy’s powers. Just then, Jimmy’s aura faded away. Brian Sr. smiled triumphantly, then teleported away.

“Jimmy!! Stay with me, Jim, come on, you can do it…” Matt trailed off, remembering the neutral magician, also the smartest magician of their generation.

“Zacky, can you do me a favor?” asked Matt.

“Sure, Matt, anything,” said Zacky.

“Find this guy, Johnny Seward. He’s a neutral magician, maybe he can help Jimmy. Please, Zack,” begged Matt with teary eyes. Zacky never saw Matt like this. Matt was always the strong one. He felt obligated to fulfill his wish. He nodded.

“Thanks, Zack… transfer,” mumbled Matt. He used a forbidden spell to transfer his aura to Jimmy, keeping him alive, but at the same time weakening him.

“Matt, no!!” shouted Zacky.

“Go, Zachary!!!” Matt shouted back.

––––––––

Zacky and Brian ran, tracking Johnny’s aura. He was in the locker hall. When they arrived, he saw a short guy with a blonde-black Mohawk.

“Johnny Seward?” asked Zacky.

“Yeah, wha… oh. Oh, wow. Zacky Baker and Brian Haner. What brings you to me?” asked Johnny.

“We need you, our guardians are dying,” said Brian.

“Why didn’t you say that earlier?!” asked Johnny. They teleported back to Matt and Jimmy’s place. Both of them were limp.

“Matt, stop, we found him!” said Zacky. Matt stopped his magic and breathed heavily. Johnny checked on Jimmy’s condition.

“He was absorbed, wasn’t he?” asked Johnny. They all nodded.

“Sorry, man. There’s nothing I can do. He’ll be okay once his powers are back, by killing the absorber,” explained Johnny.

“How do you know these stuffs?” asked Brian.

“They don’t call me the smartest magician in our generation for nothing,” said Johnny.

“Cocky bastard,” muttered Brian under his breath.

“What should I do until then?” asked Matt.

“Keep his body in a magic shell,” said Johnny.

“I have to stop my father. Jimmy has to live,” said Brian.

“But what’s his weakness?” asked Zacky.

“Every magical being’s weakness is the loss of something or someone they hold most dear, especially the evil ones, they take it seriously. When they lost it, they will vanquish immediately,” said Johnny.

“In my father’s case, me,” said Brian.

“No!! I can’t lose you, Bri!” protested Zacky.

“This is the only way, Zack, please. Everyone has to sacrifice something or someone at times…” said Brian.

“Sacrifice? Wait. There’s this one thing…”

Will somebody aid me? (delete if necessary)

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 00:00:06 GMT

There's this fic SOMEWHERE LOST IN THE ABYSS OF LJ that I just can't seem to find. I forget who wrote it but I do know that it's called Camera Whore and it has a sequel that was written sort of recently if I'm not mistaken. Also the pairing is Matt and Zacky. Matt is a photographer and Zacky is his model. Yes, I believe that's the general storyline.

If somebody could tell me where to find it or link me, it would be greatly appreciated. And I'll return the favour in some way.

Thankies :)

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 16:33:03 GMT

Title:Killing Time
Chapter Five
Author: astoryat3
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jimmy/Matt
Warnings: Drug use, date rape
Disclaimer: Don't know them, this never happened. Chapter One Link
Chapter Two Link
Chapter Three Link
Chapter Four Link
Chapter summary: "And if God forgives me, what then?"

They walked into the living room and Jimmy stopped short of the couch.

"Look man, we're going to have to sit on this couch sometime. Unless you want me to just throw it out and get another." Said Matt, flopping down on the far end.

"Um, no. I always liked this couch because it was big enough for the both of us---." Jimmy stopped, his face turning red.

"And so it was apparently." Matt laughed though he didn't feel that much more at ease. "Jesus, just sit down and get it over with."

"Sure, okay." Jimmy sat down on the opposite end from Matt, leaving at least five feet of space between them.

Matt turned on the television.

"What do you feel like watching?"

"Something long." Jimmy responded.

"Pardon?"

"We're here, we're talking, we're not fighting. Maybe I just want to stay right here for a while because it's the first time I've felt normal in a month."

The honesty was disarming and Matt could only nod.

"Well those Lord of the Rings movies are pretty long."

"Eh, not in the mood for elves."

"I'll find something." Matt started going through the library, pulling out disks and showing them to Jimmy until he nodded. He put the movie in and sat down on the other end of the couch.

"This was really good, Matt, thanks."

"You want some more bread?" Matt got up to take their plates.

"No, no. My stomach hasn't had real food in so long, it's a bit confused right now. I don't think I could eat another bite. Thanks though."

Matt nodded, taking the dishes. As he walked around the couch he casually ran a hand over Jimmy's hair not really understanding the compulsion to do so. Jimmy jerked back and fixed him with such an ugly look he hurried away, returning with the bottle of wine. Undeterred, he sat down several inches closer to Jimmy.

"You sure that's a good idea?" Jimmy raised an eye brow at the bottle.

"Well I'm the one who opened it and the only one who's touched it." Matt shrugged.

Jimmy sighed.

"No, I mean us drinking together."

"I know I can trust myself, man. It's you that worries me." He grinned.

Jimmy nodded, crossing his arms over his chest and scooting closer to the arm of the couch.

Matt sighed a little to himself, filled both their glasses and turned his attention to the movie.

"Zack said you were talking about killing yourself." Matt said softly some time later.

"I was talking about suicide in general, not me in particular."

"He said you were talking about wanting to go to confession. I think confession's a load of shit."

"Yeah?" Jimmy glanced over.

"No man has the authority to go to God FOR you. If you want forgiveness you just ask. It's that easy."

"Sounds easy."

"Maybe you should try it."

"And if God forgives me, what then?"

"Then you need to forgive yourself."

Jimmy stared at Matt like he was speaking another language. Matt pursed his lips and decided to shut up for the time being. By the end of the movie Matt had scooted closer still and Jimmy sat, looking past the television to something outside the walls, knees drawn up to his chin.

"Jim, you gonna be okay?"

Jimmy looked down but didn't answer.

"We're both sorry and I...." Matt reached out to brush back a strand of hair over Jimmy's ear.

"STOP FUCKING TOUCHING ME!! STOP TOUCHING MY HAIR!"

Matt jerked back, looking scolded.

"I'm...sorry...." He responded cautiously. "Why is that a problem?"

Jimmy stood up, his hands clenched at his sides.

"Because that night!! That night you blame me for?! That night you said I raped you?! You kept running your fingers through my hair over and over! The entire time I was going down on you!! You had your hands in my hair and you weren't stopping me, you weren't pulling me back, you were pushing my mouth down on you!! And the entire time you were calling me Zack? You kept saying how you loved my hair and how soft it was!! You said you loved my hair and yet you say I raped you!? You don't think I'm ashamed?! You don't think I regret it?! And yet that's all you want to do is remind me of it over and over again! If you really think that---you really think I'm capable of that, that I did it to hurt you--- I'll kill myself tonight so I never have the chance to do it to anyone else!!"

Matt's mouth was open but he could not respond until Jimmy pivoted away and made a run for the stairs. A second later Matt was behind him. Without thinking he grabbed for Jimmy's legs and pulled as hard as he could, bringing him down half way up the staircase. Jimmy said nothing, fighting, kicking, but he was no match for Matt's strength and when Matt got him within arms length he saw he was crying too hard to speak and gasping for breath.

"There is NO reason to kill yourself, there is no reason to even CONSIDER killing yourself!"

Jimmy shook his head, bowed and now pressing against Matt's chest, as he continued to wrestle against him.

"Listen to me. First I'm sorry. I didn't know, I didn't remember that part---."

"OF COURSE YOU DIDN'T REMEMBER THAT PART! YOU ONLY REMEMBERED IT WAS BAD!" Jimmy sputtered.

Matt sighed.
"I never said it was bad, but that's not the point. The point was you went behind my back with the intent of making me do something you knew I'd never do otherwise. But that's not even the point right now. I don't want to talk about that."

"Let me go!" Jimmy sobbed.

"That's what I want to talk about. I'm not letting you go and if you want to waste all night on the stairs attempting the impossible, which would be to get the better of ME, then go right ahead, but you're just going to exhaust yourself."

"Fuck you!"

"We'll talk about that later." Matt stood up, both arms firmly around Jimmy, pinning his arms to his torso. "Let's go sit down somewhere more comfortable."

By the time they got to Matt's room Jimmy had stopped struggling but he was shuddering under the weight of his sobs. Matt sat with him on the bed and reached over to his bedside table.

"See this?" He pulled out a bottle and opened it. "I'm telling you exactly what this is. This is a Valium. Take it and later on we're going to talk."

Jimmy took the pill, threw it in his mouth and fell back on the bed, turning his back to Matt.

"I'm sorry. I guess I should have known something was screwy. Every single time I saw you I was fixated on your hair." He chuckled a little to himself. "Guess that should have been a red flag. I didn't do it on purpose. I wasn't doing it to remind you, I was just doing it because I guess part of me remembered that I liked touching it even if I didn't understand why." Matt lay down next to him and put a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry." He repeated. Jimmy was too tired to pull away, too tired to fight, but too tired to talk as well. Before he even realized it he was asleep.

Hours later he awoke with a start and sat up.

"You okay?" Matt asked, laying beside him in the dark.

"Oh my god, I'm in your bed! I am so sorry."

"You didn't wander in here by mistake. I took you here, don't be sorry."

"Well I'm sorry for everything else then."

"No, don't be." Matt reached out and took Jimmy's hand. "I'm gonna hold on to you so you don't go bolting off and scaring the shit out of me like you just did."

"I'm sorry." It was all Jimmy could think to say.

"I know. I know you did not do it for the sole purpose of scaring me. I know, from all the years that you have been my friend that you would never go out of your way to do something to hurt me. Well, not unless I really deserved it or I did something to you first."

Jimmy said nothing, knowing he was going to have to stay and listen to whatever Matt wanted to say no matter how uncomfortable it made him.

"Yeah, what you did was wrong and it hurt me and it pissed me off, but I've done things just as bad in my life that I've had to make peace with, and I didn't have some asshole chasing me around reminding me of them every minute of the day. I'm sorry for that. You were right, I can understand why you never came to me before because I can't go to Zack. But Jimmy?" Matt squeezed his hand. "It's different for me because I don't love Zack. I have never once thought about slipping him something and having my way with him. That's not to say I haven't thought of having my way with him, but I haven't planned it out and you know if he actually did make a move on me and I was sober it probably would ...... unnerve me to the point that I would just fuck it up anyway."

"You don't love Zack?"

"Have you not learned by this point that there is a difference between loving someone and just wanting to fuck their brains out?"

"Yeah, I get that much, Matt."

"Me and Zack? It might be cool, it might be a disaster. Obviously it was on my mind enough that I spilled my guts to you but I was honest. There was no other guy it ever occurred to me it might be nice to have sex with. I'm sorry that offended you or hurt you. You asked me and I was honest, because I was too fucked up NOT to be. You acted like me calling you Zack was the most malicious thing in the world, but Jimbo, you ASKED me to call you Zack. I won't apologize for being drugged up and doing something I was told while under the influence----especially when I didn't KNOW I was under the influence."

"That's....fair."

"You said you ruined our friendship but you didn't. You made things mighty damn uncomfortable and embarrassing for a while but that is what usually happens when friends have sex ---- sober or not. Especially if the affection is all coming from one side. It's not the end of our friendship, it's just a glitch. I know you're sorry for it, I also know you felt like you had no other option in showing me how you felt or.....whatever."

"And you're sure you want me to stay here, knowing that?"

"Stranger things have happened to me, man. I can deal with it. I will deal with it, I will deal with it better than I have if you promise to never give me anything I don't know about again."

"I promise that Matt."

"The lesson here is that you don't drug your friends. Not only is it mean, it's dangerous. You might just end up finding out something you don't want to know. For instance, how would you have felt if I would have said 'Sure I'll fuck you, Jimmy! Just let me put on a bra and fishnets first"?"

"What?!" Jimmy sat up.

"Would you fuck me if I was wearing a bra and fishnets, Jimmy? Be honest, you wouldn't!"

"Matthew, that is the single most horrific mental image you could have ever planted in my mind!!"

"Good! That's what you get for drugging me, you dick!" Matt let go of Jimmy's hand and slugged him in the arm.

"OW! First you scar my fragile little mind and then you beat me up? Some friend you are!"

Beside him, Matt just chuckled.

"You don't WANT to wear fishnets do you, Matt?"

"WANT ME TO HIT YOU AGAIN?!"

"I'll take that as a no." Jimmy held up a hand in defense. "I am sorry Matt. Sometimes I get these ideas in my head and I'm so positive they're going to work and then I get so obsessed with them that if I don't do them....I freak out."

"Well I've thought about it and you know part of me wants to be flattered.......if the whole thing just wasn't so damn creepy." Matt stopped chuckling and took a breath. "Are you in love with me, Jimmy?"

"I don't know, honestly. I think if it was love it would have been something I felt from the first time I met you. I haven't felt this from the first time I met you, and when other people are around I don't think about it. Or I didn't before. But then sometimes when we're together, just us..........I can't explain it. I'm drawn to you. You're the sun I revolve around Matt, I couldn't pull myself out of your orbit if I tried." Jimmy lowered his voice as a new thought occurred to him.
"I'm sorry that I took something from you that you were saving for Zack."

"Jimmy....I don't know that I was saving anything for Zack and if I don't know that for sure then neither do you." Matt took his hand. "Forgiving you will be easy, forgetting is a little harder, but I'm going to shoot for that too. I know you didn't mean to hurt me. You don't have to keep apologizing. It's all right. We're square, as much as we can be. Okay?"

"All right." Jimmy nodded, his voice soft.

"Here's an idea if you want to hear it."

"Of course."

"The next time you want to........um.......express your feelings for someone, maybe you should start out very simply. Maybe you should just ask them for a kiss. A kiss is simple. A kiss can mean nothing or it can mean the whole world. If the other person won't kiss you well you're SOL. But if they will, well kiss them. If they like it, they'll ask YOU the next time, if not, well you at least got the kiss. Then you build from there."
He glanced over at Jimmy who looked down, feeling his face flush.
"You know you played with building blocks or Lego's or whatever. You couldn't just build a tower on one lonely standing block, you had to make a foundation and then a second floor and......I don't know the rest of it."

"Yeah, I understand what you're telling me."

"With me you were trying to build a penthouse without a ground floor."

"I know." Jimmy said quietly.

"Well, there ya go, you'll know for next time."

"It's late, I didn't mean to keep you up. I should let you go back to sleep." Jimmy swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"If I didn't want to be woken up by you I'd have dumped you in YOUR bed."

Jimmy glanced over his shoulder at Matt.

"You're here for a reason. I want you to stay. Isn't this how I start to trust you again? I trust that you'll sleep next to me without molesting me in the middle of the night and you'll prove me right and we'll go from there?"

"Um....okay." Jimmy got under the covers and settled back in.

"You know I didn't expect that what you put yourself through would be more harsh than what I put you through." Matt stretched out beside. "Promise me this is settled tonight, promise me you're not going to hurt yourself, or knowing you hire someone to do it FOR you so you'll be absolved. I don't want anything to happen to you, Jimmy. I never considered the possibility of something happening to you until recently and now I know for sure I don't want anything to happen to you." Matt reached out and petted Jimmy's hair before pulling away. "Sorry."

"It's okay. Thanks Matt. Thanks for feeding me and for being the first one to talk because I wouldn't have. Thanks for everything. Thanks for trying to understand what no one else would understand but me."

"You're welcome. I think we both know each other's secrets now. There's something strange about that. Something intimate. More intimate than seeing someone naked, you're seeing inside them. I'll trust you not to repeat what I told you about Zack and you can trust me to never tell anyone what you and I did."

"It's a deal then. I trust you Matt. Good night."

A few moments passed before Matt spoke again.

"Jim?"

"Yeah?"

"I want you to know that my advice to you is so iron clad I'm going to take it."

It was all Jimmy could do to keep his sigh of disappointment from being heard by anyone but himself.

"You're going to ask Zack for a kiss."

"I'm going to ask you for one."

"What?" Jimmy rolled over to face him in the dark. "Why do you want to kiss me?"

"I don't know. I don't know why I feel compelled to touch your hair every time you're close to me. You said there was a part of me I hadn't even looked in. You were right. I looked in, and maybe I thought I found you there. I need to figure out what that means. Maybe that would be easier to start figuring out if we kissed. When I'm sober and not jacked up." Matt took a breath. "And fuck me I can't believe I just gave you a sermon on why you should kiss me."

"You don't have to ask twice."

"I ain't to proud to be--!"

Jimmy slid over quickly, easily finding Matt in the dark. Matt's hands gently slipped up the sides of his face, thumbs caressing Jimmy's chin as their mouths came together. It didn't last long, they tasted the traces of wine left in each other's mouths and Jimmy pulled away first, convinced he was not going to force on Matt more than he already had. Matt's hands had strayed to the back of his neck and again was in his hair, and finally he smiled at the thought.

Matt did not speak but answered by only letting Jimmy go long enough to pull him closer. Jimmy rested a hand on Matt's chest, nuzzling against his shoulder as he settled in. Dozing, Jimmy watched the full moon through the blinds. When Matt fell asleep first Jimmy knew that the kiss was something that did not trouble him and whether or not it happened again, he was content finally with things just as they were.

"And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cause I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And designer love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days

So take these words
And sing out loud
Cause everyone is forgiven now
Cause tonight's the night the world begins again

I need someplace simple where we could live
And something only you can give
And thats faith and trust and peace while we're alive"
THE END

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 13:39:40 GMT

Author: ixvx
Pairing: Zack Baker / Brandan Schieppati
Summary: Just a one-shot slash. Kinda short, but that's just because I only put in the good stuff.
Disclaimer: Entirely false. Brandan has standards IRL ;) Oh and of course if you know that I stole the title and love alk3, I automatically love you.

Brandan licks the slit under Zack's head because the guitarist likes it.

It took Brandan two days to map this body, whereas Zack's last boyfriend shared a bed with him for nearly five years and didn't end up knowing as much about his desires.

Their first date, Brandan had him on a leash begging for more and Zack had come back for exactly that since. More.

Not that that was that long ago, their first date was last Thursday but it seems longer than that to the pair. Not an official pair, this is only dating.

Zack is very curious as to what the keeper of the black eyes does to boyfriends if this is what he does to random dates but that thought is suppressed and a moan escapes slightly parted lips as Brandan easily swallows Zack's shaft down until his thin lips reach soft curly hair and he starts bobbing his head.

He hisses when Brandan glides his teeth over the under-side of his dick and lets go of the side of his skull, where his hand automatically went to because Brian never minded but he was quickly learning that Brandan did.

Brandan minded things Brian didn't and that was half the fun, Zack thought. He didn't know everything about him, he had to take the time to figure it out and Brandan is hard to figure out. Much harder than he seems to be. He wonders why he is so easy when he still doesn't know little things about Brandan he'd like to. What's Brandan's middle name?

As soon as he moves his hand, Brandan stops scraping his teeth and goes back to playing nicely and Zack moans again.

"Can I hold your hand?" He asks, he has a strong desire to wrap his fingers into something because he's used to longer black hair that he could pull and he feels a bit embarrassed when Brandan looks up at him like he's a pussy, he doesn't need to say anything to convey he thinks Zack is an emotional nut case.

Perhaps a negative thing right now, a positive thing in general, Brandan doesn't have to speak aloud to get his point across and Zack wonders briefly if he's so great at non-verbal communication, why he screams so loud before he smiles gently. Brandan gave him his hand to hold.

It's a sweet gesture considering his eyes are laughing at the green-eyed man.

Zack takes it, though. Pride never gets in the way of what Zack wants, it doesn't bother him at all. He does what he wants and what needs done without regard to the issue.

Brandan likes that and continues with the blow job, his tongue and throat seeming to lift Zack up until he is sitting comfortably on cloud nine and abruptly stops.

Zack almost whines in protest, as a child who just got asked if he wanted ice cream, he said yes, and the person asked how it felt to want. This wasn't fair and he almost broke Brandan's figures squeezing them so hard as he tried not to demand Brandan finish.

He was positive if he tried, he wouldn't be getting one anytime soon, if ever, and that didn't seem good to him.

Brandan stood up and pulled Zack up too. He kissed his neck and jaw, reached down to put both hands on Zack's recently shrinking waist.

"Follow me," Brandan says as he leads his date to a pool table that gets more action than most porn stars and reaches behind him to kiss Zack. "Take me this time," he instructs and leans over so his elbows are against the blue fabric and his bare ass is pressed against a very erect dick.

Zack forces himself to calm down, he wants this to last longer. His last boyfriend was controlling and dominating, he isn't used to being an equal withtantamount opportunities but he likes the idea of not being sore all of the time.

He pushes two fingers into his date and nods to himself when Brandan holds his breath: maybe Brandan doesn't provide the luxury of equality to most people considering how tight the opening is before Zack kneels down and licks between his spread fingers.

The taste doesn't bother him, he enjoys the pleasure it translates to. He can hit Brandan's prostate as he pushes the walls apart with his tongue.

When he's confident that Brandan's body is relaxed and lubricated enough, he stands back up and slowly pushes himself into the shorter man.

He knows Brandan is the slut of the century, so he's surprised that this might not be his normal routine but doesn't dwell on it, he cues himself to start a consistent rhythm that hits the right spots, that is fast enough and won't tear his date.

Brandan moans out and tells Zack exactly what he likes about what is going on, he likes the slower but rougher movements right now. He likes Zack's fingers around his dick.

He does not like them going so roughly: stop that.

Zack reaches down and kisses his date's spine and hits his prostate harder, his thrusts becoming more jagged as he has to fight harder to keep going.

Usually he has more stamina but usually he isn't with Brandan fucking Schieppati. Usually there is not a god trapped in a human body under him, bent over for him or moaning out his name.

But there is now. Black eyes glitter as thin lips call out the left-handed guitarist. "Zack, oh my god," trails from his lips frequently.

"Don't. Don't come in me. Fuck! Go faster," his words are conflicting but Zack obeys the last part with his mind firmly trying to get his dick to hold out for the first part.

He thinks he's going to burst, the combustion will explode and light fire but he makes it. He sighs in relief when he jabs Brandan's nerve endings until he collapses on the pool table and moans Zack's name as he ejaculates.

"You're amazing," Brandan turns around and whispers as he wraps his fingers around the leaking dick that doesn't belong to him and starts tugging on it gently then increases the speed and pressure until Zack whimpers out something about Brandan fucking god as his gut and head spin out his orgasm.

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 11:01:30 GMT

Title: You're Pretty When You Cry
Pairing: Matt/Brian
Rating: R
Summary: Breaking hearts has always been my favorite game.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Never happened. Vast owns the title.
A/N: Sorry I didn't get this updated sooner, I started reading "Death Note" and couldn't stop. This is kinda short, so sorry in advance

01. I Need To Get Laid
02. Unseen Events
03. You Scare Me Sometimes
04. Jealousy, Old Ladies, And Elevators
05. This Is So Fucked Up...
06. Jealousy
07. Drunk
08. Busted...
09. Clubbing?
10. What The Fuck Am I Doing?
11. Thinking

Ch 12. Pie?

"James, come on!" I yell, banging on the bathroom door.

He opens the door, gel in hand, glaring.

"Don't rush me; perfection takes time! Do you think I just wake up and my hair looks fantastic?" He asks, before turning back to the mirror and resuming styling his hair.

I can't hold back the laugh that spills out.

"Don't laugh, just because I want my hair to look good and you don't." He glares at my reflection. "You should think about doing something to yours..."

"What's wrong with my hair?" I ask.

I think my hair looks fine. It's short, but I'm not high maintenance like James.

"You hardly have any!" He laughs. "You keep shaving it!"

"So? I don't like having to fuck with it. Saves me money on hair products..." I say, looking pointedly at all the hair products that are everywhere in the bathroom; all his of course.

"And that's why I'm the better looking one out of us." He smirks.

"Uh huh. If you're not done in 5 minutes, I'm leaving you here." I tell him, only half meaning it.

"Yeah right. If you were going to leave me you would have done it 15 minutes ago." He laughs.

I just roll my eyes and leave him to finish styling his hair.

10 minutes later he flounces into the living room.

"Okay, we can go now." He announces.

"Finally, I'm starving." I grumble.

"Shut it, I didn't take that long." He glares.

"Come on, we're taking my car." I tell him, putting my arm around his shoulders and steering him to the door.

"Do you guys want anything else?" Our waitress, a bleach blond asks, smiling suggestively at me. "We have the best cherry pie in town."

Ugh, I think I might barf if she tries any harder...

"Oh, that sounds good." James says, smirking at me...bastard.

"And you?" She asks.

"No, I'm good thanks." I smile at her, trying to be polite.

Her face brightens. Well fuck, now she probably thinks I'm flirting with her.

"Okay, I'll be right back with your pie." She says, walking away, hips swaying and everything.

"She so wants your cock..." James laughs as soon as she's far enough away.

"Shut up." I glare. "And since when do you eat pie?"

"Since I think it's hilarious to see chicks trying to get in your pants." He smirks. I glare at him and kick him under the table.

"Yeah? Well, your hair is messed up." I tell him.

He gasps and runs for the bathroom to check on his perfect hair.

I'm still laughing when the waitress brings his pie.

"Here's your friends pie." She smiles, setting it down. My phone starts ringing.

"Thanks." I mumble, digging my phone out of my pocket and flipping it open, it's Brian.

"Hey, Baby." I answer. The waitress frowns and walks away dejectedly.

"Um, hey to you too." Brian says.

"Sorry, this chick was hitting on me." I explain.

"I see, and don't call me baby." Brian says.

"Okay, do you like 'Sugar Lumps' better?" I ask, laughing.

"Yeah, that's definitely not better." He laughs.

"Did you call for something, or did you call just to hear my 'sexy phone voice' ?" I ask, teasing him about something he said when he was drunk the night I tried to pick him up.

"I can't believe you remember that!" He groans. "I wanted to know how James is doing."

"He's better, I think he's trying to move on. He's still obsessed with his hair, so that's a good sign." I tell him.

"Yeah, that is a good sign." Brian laughs. "So, do you wanna hang out at my place tonight?"

"Yeah, I can ask James if he wants to come." I say, not really wanting to bring James.

"Oh, he can come too..." Brian says, sounding just a little unhappy.

"Okay, I'll call you later." I tell him before we say our goodbyes and hang up.

"My hair was not messed up, you asshole!" James glares, sliding back into the booth.

"Eat your pie so we can get out of here. I'm tired of being ogled." I smirk.

"You know you like it. Maybe you should get a piece of pie, so you can get her number." He smirks.

"Um, yeah no." I shake my head, making him smirk even more. What is he planning?

10 minutes, and a small scale sugar fight later James is finally done with his pie, and there's sugar all over the table.

Our waitress is bringing the check, hips swaying even more. Apparently she was either not convinced about my phone call, or doesn't care.

I should have realized James was going to be an ass. As we both stand up to leave James makes his move.

"My foxy friend here wants your number." He tells her gesturing to me. "But he's too shy to ask you." He smirks.

Her eyes light up. And that makes me wonder if she really is blond, the way he said it clearly was made to be mocking and sarcastic.

She starts scribbling her number on her order pad, rips it off and tries to hand it to me.

"I'm sorry for my boyfriend's rudeness. He doesn't like it when women stare at or hit on me." I say innocently. "It's that right honey?" I ask James, wrapping my arm around his waist before grabbing his ass.

"I'm so sorry." She apologizes to me. But then glares at James, before hurrying away, shoulders down.

"Fuck you, I was having fun." James pouts, pushing me away.

"Well, next time you can be the one the chick's eye-fucking." I tell him as we head for the parking lot.

"So, you wanna go to the bar tonight?" James asks on the way home.

"Yeah, but I can't. I'm ending it with Brian tonight." I lie.

"Okay, so we'll go tomorrow night?" He suggests.

"Yeah, tomorrow night." I agree.

Hopefully this Brian thing doesn't take too long. I don't know how long I can keep lying to James.

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 09:52:57 GMT

Title: Lovers at Heart
Chapter: 3/5
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brian/Zacky
Disclaimer: not true, don't own. you dare sue, i'll sue you.
Warnings: Slash (obviously), language, fantasy, witchcraft and bullshit like that. SMUT!
A/N: the next chapter! my very first smut, i'm so bad at this, sorry! slightly longer than the last two, i hope you like it!

Chapter One
Chapter Two

Zacky teleported to the alley at the same time as Brian did. They stare at each other for God knows how long until Brian broke the silence.

“You never guessed that we’ll end up like this, didn’t you, Zack?” asked Brian.

“Brian, I’m here just to talk to you,” said Zacky.

“What do you mean?” asked Brian.

“I don’t want to fight you, Brian...” said Zacky.

“You have no choice, Baker. Either fight back, or die!” said Brian as he shot a lightning to Zacky’s abdomen. Zacky coughed silver blood, and he walked towards Brian as Brian continued to attack him. The alley floor was covered in puddles of silver blood, the pure good wizard blood.

“Fight back, Zacky!” said Brian.

“No!” said Zacky as he leaned forward to catch Brian in a hug, burning his skin as his skin made contact with the warlock’s.

“Zacky?! What the fuck are you doing?!” asked Brian as he still trying to attack Zacky.

“I love you, Brian,” said Zacky, making Brian stopped his actions.

“You shouldn’t, Zack. You really shouldn’t. I’m a warlock, you’re a wizard. We can’t be together,” said Brian.

“I don’t fucking care, Brian. Fuck the magic world, I love you!” said Zacky. Brian was taken aback by Zacky’s words. He lifted Zacky’s chin so his teary feline eyes looked at his brown eyes.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, Zack. I know when a wizard touched a warlock; the warlock’s black aura will burn the wizard’s skin. I don’t want that to happen to you again,” said Brian.

“Why would you care about me, Brian?” asked Zacky.

“Because I love you too, damn it! And I don’t want to hurt you, Zack, please…” said Brian.

“Nothing hurts more to me than your rejection, Brian. If I had to burn my skin so I can get your love, so be it. I can take a few pains,” said Zacky. Brian leaned in and kissed Zacky softly, and it grew rougher as Brian pinned Zacky to the wall, making Zacky hiss in pain and pleasure. Brian’s lips moved lower, until they stopped at Zacky’s collarbone, sucking and nipping at the skin, leaving red marks.

“I want you, Zack…” said Brian against Zacky’s pale skin.

“Then take me Brian,” said Zacky breathlessly. They tore away each other’s clothes and opened their pants, kissing roughly. Brian gave Zacky his two fingers and Zacky sucked on them seductively, making Brian moan. When they were thick with saliva, Brian inserted one of them into Zacky, eliciting a moan from Zacky. Brian moved his fingers, then added the other finger until Zacky cry out in pleasure when Brian’s fingers hit his prostate. Brian pulled out, making Zacky protested. But the protests were stopped when he saw Brian spat to his hands, coating his cock with saliva and aligning his erection with Zacky’s entrance.

“If you want me to stop, just say it, okay?” asked Brian. Zacky nodded. Brian started to enter Zacky slowly, listening to Zacky’s cries of pain mixed with pleasure. A few thrusts later, suddenly Zacky arched his back and moaned loudly.

“Right there, Bri…” moaned Zacky.

“God, you’re so tight, Zack…” said Brian as he thrust slowly into Zacky. The thrusts became faster and harder, at Zacky’s wish. The thrusts became sloppier, then Brian reached for Zacky’s neglected cock, jerking him off in time with his thrusts.

“Bri… I’m so close, Bri…” said Zacky.

“Me too, babe… come with me, Zack,” said Brian. With a few more thrust, both of them came violently, calling each other’s names. Brian pulled out of Zacky, and they sat against the wall, Zacky’s head on Brian’s chest.

“I love you, Brian,” said Zacky.

“I love you too, Zack… but we can’t go on like this…” said Brian.

“Why?” asked Zacky.

“This whole… wizards and warlock things, you know?” said Brian.

“Yes we can… my dad said… one prophecy said that the seventh generation of Baker and Haner are going to change the magic world forever… maybe we can stop the war between our families, by… being together…” said Zacky.

“I don’t know, Zack…” said Brian. They sat in silence for a while, listening to each other’s heartbeat and steady breathing.

“I think I should go now, Bri. Matt’s probably worried,” said Zacky.

“Wait. Matt’s just your guardian, right?” asked Brian.

“Yeah, why?” asked Zacky.

“No, I thought you guys were… y’know, together,” said Brian. Zacky smiled.

“There is one thing that is impossible in my life. That is me going out with Matthew fucking Sanders. My dad would kill me!” said Zacky. Brian took Zacky’s face in his hands, then leaned forward to kiss him.

“I love you, Zack,” said Brian.

“I love you too, Brian. And this is our secret, okay?” said Zacky as he put one of his fingers in front of his smiling lips. Brian nodded. Zacky then closed his eyes and teleported back to his house, Brian doing the same.

––––––––

“Where have you been, Zachary?!” asked his father.

“Going after the Haners,” said Zacky.

“Go to your room. Matthew, tend his injuries. We’ll see you in the morning, Zachary,” said his father. Zacky just nodded and went to his room with Matt. Matt used his healing magic and healed Zacky’s injuries.

“These are big damage, Zack. What happened? Did you fight back?” asked Matt. Zacky shook his head.

“What?! Why?!” asked Matt.

“I didn’t want to, Matt. I can’t attack someone I love… and loves me back,” said Zacky as his face turn red. Matt smiled, amused.

“So, he said that he loves you too?” asked Matt. Zacky nodded, his face still red.

“What else happened? If you want to, I won’t tell your parents,” said Matt.

“Well, we… had sex there, that’s what’s keeping me so long there,” admitted Zacky. Matt’s jaw dropped.

“You had sex with him?” Zacky nodded.

“That explains all the burns… you touched him, A LOT,” smirked Matt. Zacky blushed even deeper.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” asked Zacky.

“No, of course not. I can’t get mad at you, Zack,” said Matt as he showed his rare dimpled smile. Zacky returned the smile and hugged his guardian.

––––––––

“You fucked him. You fucked our biggest enemy, Brian, what the fuck were you thinking?!” asked Jimmy. Before this, both of them had agreed to communicate as friends, not guardian to warlock.

“I didn’t think about anything, all right?! I love him, Jimmy, I can’t help it!” argued Brian.

“He’s an enemy, Brian!” shouted Jimmy. Brian’s blood boiled. He can’t take those words from Jimmy again. He used his magic to shove Jimmy out of his room, and locked the door.

“Don’t come into my room. Don’t let anyone come into my room. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Jimmy,” said Brian from behind the doors.

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 09:38:59 GMT

Title:..And I Will Try To Fix You
Author: ironandink
Pairing:Matt Sanders & Zack Baker (AU)
Rating: PG I guess. This chapter revolves around a death.
Disclaimer:Title belongs to Coldplay. Matt and Zack belong to themselves, I'm just using their name and face but don't own them.
Authors Note: I was listening to Lukas Rossi's version of the song "Fix You" since I don't actually like Coldplay, and this is just what came to mind. It's 3am, no beta, so if there's any errors feel free to point them out and I will edit once sleep has graced me. This will also be posted in just a few parts.
Summary:Zack's brother died and Matt is just trying to be the best friend he could possibly be, no matter what the comforting leads to.

Tears stream down your face. When you lose something you cannot replace

Sunday mornings were usually a morning for sleeping in bed late. The sun shining in through the gaps in the curtains and casting along the bedspread and lighting up the room just enough to stir you from your sleep. Sunday mornings were usually the peaceful kind. The final day to relax before starting up yet another week of work. No one ever really looks forward to the Monday morning that follows, no matter how much they say they love their job.

But this Sunday morning couldn't be further from your typical one. The rain drizzled down, skies cast a gloomy gray. No birds chirping in the trees, in fact, everything seemed to be so silent. Perhaps for that one particular morning, the whole world around this twenty-six year old man who stood out in this miserable weather in a rented tuxedo, was feeling the pain that he had grown numb to inside, ever since a few days ago.

Though the rain continued to come down in such a depressing manner, it didn't seem to phase this man. No Matter how drenched he was becoming. The fact that his hair was stuck clinging to his face from the water. His body shivering from the cold. He paid no attention to it. In reality, a little water was nothing compared to what he had just lost.

So there he was. Twenty-six year old Zack Baker. Between nine and five he was just your typical music store worker. Could name every album and track listing from start to finish of any decent rock band. Music was his passion. In fact, Zack had a lot of passions, but there was only one other passion that rivaled his one of music. That was family.

All in all Zack was a lot of things, but being a brother was his best. Zack was the athletic one, his younger brother Matt, not so much. Matt had the brains of the family, where as Zacky would always say he traded those for the looks. They did manage to share one passion though, the one that made Zacky love him even more. Music.

His brother Matt was finally branching himself out into the music world. Sure, it was only a local band, nothing big. But Zack was proud to see his brother coming out of his shell and stepping out into the big world like that. Matt was so excited and it was only a few days ago that he had called Zack in the middle of the night, drunk and excitedly informing his older brother that they scored the chance to go in and record some demos. Zack remembered Matt repeating himself about four times, "An actual studio!". At that point, Zack couldn't be a prouder brother.

Who'd have known though. That four days later, here that proud brother stood in the cold and now pouring rain on the edge of his brothers grave. He had long been lowered into the ground. The minister had left, his devastated parents had left, and for all Zack knew, all of his friends had left.

All but one.

For over two decades, one person had always stood by Zack no matter what. Once as boys, this other would protect Zack against bullies. Now as men, this other would still do whatever he could for the other. And through this hard time, this man would continue to do exactly that. It was what best friends were for and never did he plan on letting the man in need down.

Zack wouldn't have even noticed it, if it hadn't been for the large and firm hand being placed on his shoulder, that someone was now beside him, having just opened an umbrella to shelter him from the rain. "Matt, you don't have to be out here in the rain." Zack quietly mumbled, not even sparing a glance to the larger man beside him.

"And you don't have to catch a cold." The older and taller man replied.

Of course Matt had no idea the extent of what his best friend was going through right now. But over all of these years and through everything they had been through with friends Matt knew that the best thing Zack needed for him to do was just to be himself. Of course the smaller male knew the other was sorry for him, but Matt didn't even have to say it and Zack knew it. Their friendship went beyond words even needing to be spoken.

"Come on, your parents and everyone will be waiting for you back at the house." Matt spoke after a few more minutes silence. Sometimes silence was the best thing at times like these.

With a slow nod, the smaller male knew that he would have to to make his way back. He wasn't selfish. He knew his parents were grieving too. Zack just done it in a whole other way compared to them. A part of him knew he still had to be strong for his mother.

Looking down at the small red rose pinned to his suit, Zack pulled it off and held it in his hand for a moment. With a soft and slow breath inwards, Zack stepped forward and leaded down, gently tossing the rose and watching it land on top of the pearl white casket.

"I couldn't have asked for a better brother.." Zack quietly croaked out, trying to hold his voice steady though he failed.

There was no way to tell the difference between what was water dripping down from Zack's soaking hair, and what were tears being poured down for the loss of his brother. Matt though, had a feeling he could tell the difference between the two and ask the younger man stood up again, Matt wrapped his protective arm around Zack's shoulder. Umbrella for the most part covering the smaller man as they made their way back to Matt's car.

Still no word had to be spoke as their wet bodies entered the car. The fabric on the upholstery being becoming just as wet was of course the last thing on Matt's mind. The first and main thing on Matt's mind of course was to be there for Zack no matter what. He didn't care and wouldn't have second thoughts over doing anything for the other man. No matter what, he would try and fix him.

The Last Baker

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 00:29:00 GMT

Title: The Last Baker [11]
Author: shorthorror
Pairing: Brian Haner & Zachary Baker
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This beautiful asshole just came around and started ruining everything for me. I was the last Baker, and I'd promised my father our name would not die with me.
Disclaimer: I am confident the readers can distinguish between what is real and what is fiction. I need not state the obvious.
Dedications: To the people that have as much of a life as I do.

Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten

I sat on my ass in front of my computer screen for hours just thinking as I played Motley Crue low over the speakers. I had logged onto my personal web base for Milan Verde and looked through the private list of employees. To my right was an updated folder of all of my worker's personal information. I had yet to put in the new information since I'd started the search for Greta's replacement. After that, getting caught up with the whole Brian thing gave me next to no time to do anything except go a little insane. There were only a few number changes, one address to change and then a new file to put it. Of course it was Brian's file. I fished his paper out of the thick stack of others and started scanning through his stats. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw that Brian's middle name was Elwin. It made me feel better to know I had a cooler name than him.

I recognized his street to be located somewhere in the heart of the city. And below that his phone number was typed in standard black ink. I stared at it for a long period of time, wondering if I should call him and apologize for blowing up earlier that afternoon back in my office. Would he just laugh and hang up on me? Or would he listen to me and hopefully accept my apology? After all, I did like him... a little bit. At least he knew how to have a good time. He could cook smashingly. He dressed like a star and had the face of one too. With a sigh, I set down his paper. Fuck, Haner was getting to me. That little smirk of his always followed me. His quirks and the way his words dripped with unrelenting sarcasm.

Like the fucking idiot I was, I picked up the phone and dialed his number quickly. After the first ring I slammed the receiver back onto it's cradle, startled, my heart pumping acid. I was so afraid of Brian's reaction. What if he didn't want to talk to me anymore? Then I thought, who was I kidding? I was his boss, and we'd already fucked. Even worse than that, we had magnificent and passionate sex on the beaches of Southern California. Now I had to undo what I'd done, if not for that reason then for the fact that I wanted to prove I was not Daddy's little princess. I lifted it back up again and hit redial, this time readying myself to hear Brian's voice.

He answered after the fifth ring with a groggy yet demanding 'Hello'. I cleared my throat. "Ummm."

"Zack?" He caught on quite quickly.

"Uh, yeah. How did you know?" I asked.

"Caller display, and I had a feeling I'd be hearing from you." Brian replied. His voice sounded deeper on the phone.

"Why's that?" Came my predictable inquiry.

Brian sighed lightly. "I figured you were smart enough to realize your mistakes, and being the man that you are, you would have contacted me somehow to say that you're sorry and that you'd be delighted to take me out on a date tonight at seven o'clock. Also, you'd make it up to me by picking me up and driving me home."

I had to laugh. Brian had some twisted sense of humor. But I supposed I couldn't argue with that, nor did I want to. I figured it would be best to settle this the way he wanted to. "Fine. I'll be over in half an hour."

"I'll be waiting for you Zachary." Brian replied before he hung up, leaving the line a dead and forever moaning tone of absence.

I hung up the phone and went to go get dressed in something that was a little more becoming than a pair of faded black jeans and an old tshirt. I completely forgot about the files that needed to be added to the web base, but I decided that I could just do it when I got home from taking Brian out.

I threw open the doors of my closet and took a long, analyzing look at my collective wardrobe. Tags from Banana Republic and Armani caught my eye, but I wasn't sure on how formal I should show up as at Brian's place. I sifted through the varying dress shirts, three-quarter sleeves, sweaters and then T-shirts, finally settling on a printed shirt matched with one of my furry hooded sweaters and a pair of dry denim straight cuts that I bought in Hollywood but never wore for reasons unbeknownst to me. I got dressed and then moved into the bathroom where I ran some gel through my hair to give it some standing longevity. Brian wasn't the only one that could pull off spikes. Once satisfied with my reflection, I left my top floor, grabbed my car keys and my wallet and headed out the door.

The evening was warm and breezy, reminding me of the night Brian had taken me out for dinner, excusing it as being a professional get together, though now I knew what his true intentions had been. In a way, I was thankful. Granted, we had troubles getting along sometimes, I was growing ever more attracted to Brian. Longing for him to be at my side so I could have that half of me that was missing his enticing charisma, open attitude and brutal honesty. I was just talent hidden behind a cute face and money. I felt inadequate compared to Brian. Like my personality dwindled similar to a candle's flame whereas his was a blazing bonfire. I needed him to rekindle me.

The drive into town was fast, but I wasn't having an easy time finding Brian's place. The area he lived in was tightly rolled into a ball of dead end streets, hidden behind massive apartment buildings and finally, standing tall behind a guarded gate. He lived in a really fancy looking loft square. When I pulled up to the security box the guard asked who I was and who it was that I was visiting. I told him I was there to pick up Brian Haner. The guard then looked through some sheets of paper, nodding and humming to himself. Wordlessly, he did something inside his tiny little room so the gates unlocked and slid open. I was confused as to why I needed to go through a security gate to get to the building.

When I drove in I noticed Brian waiting outside the doors straight away. He was sitting on a stoned ledge that was upholding a vast array of shrubbery and the buds of closed flowers. I felt my lips curl into a smile as I pulled up beside him. He opened the door and got in.

"Hey, how are you?" I asked him.

"Good." Brian replied. "How did security treat you?"

"Okay I guess. Why is there a guard here anyway?" I asked out of curiosity.

I drove away from the building, approaching the opening gate and then pulled out onto the road again.

"It's an artist loft. Nobody wants their place getting broken into. Some jackass might steal our uncopyrighted work and publish it as their own." Said Brian.

"Makes sense." I nodded.

Brian was quick to change the subject. "So, where are you taking me?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, wherever you want."

"What kind of man are you? You're supposed to have the date planned out beforehand." Brian said with a chuckle.

"I thought that only applied when you take a girl out." I remarked.

Brian groaned with a roll of his chocolate eyes. "Again with the girl thing. Why are you so sexist?"

"I'm not sexist in the least bit!" I exclaimed. "I'm just not used to... well, to taking guys out on dates."

"Well if it's really up to me, I'm up for renting movies and going back to my place."

My eyes widened at his suggestion. "No fancy restaurant? Horseback Riding? Wine Tasting?"

Brian focused those deep eyes on me knowingly. "Zack, you don't have to impress me with your money. Sometimes, all it takes to apologize is to do something meaningful for the person you hurt."

"So you admit that I hurt you?"

"Yes, today you did. Why? Is that something to be proud of?" Brian asked me sternly.

"No! I just thought," I paused for a brief moment of silence. "I thought Brian Haner was impenetrable."

"Well Zachary, even the strongest looking people have feelings." He outsmarted me once again.

We found a movie rental place, parked and then went inside on a search for a few watchable movies. Both of us made a turn into the horror section, where there were long shelves of alphabetized classic thrillers and scary movies I grew up watching. Titles like 'Dracula' caught my eye, but I just followed Brian and his shifting eyes.

"I say we get something old, something new and something neither of us have seen before." Brian said.

"Sure," I replied. "Anything you want."

We searched through the shelves for quite some time until I landed upon Stephen King's 'It'. I picked it up and handed it to Brian. He only smiled when he saw the title and pressed on through the aisles and aisles of movies. The smell of fresh popcorn tempted me into buying a box and some Salt and Vinegar popcorn seasoning while Brian chose two other movies. I didn't care what they were, I was just hoping this would set things right between us.

Brian found me at the front and I offered to pay for the movies so we could get out of there quick. Brian watched as I pulled out my credit card and stood there impatiently as the clerk swiped it through and placed our movies in a plastic bag along with the popcorn I was craving. Brian observed smilingly and once we were on our way out, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders until we reached my car.

"So, what are your plans for the future?" Brian asked me once we were on the road yet again.

I looked at him briefly. "What do you mean?"

"Well you're too young to be finished now. What do you want to do in the future? Do you want marriage and kids or something bigger than the restaurant you have?"

I pondered for a moment. "Well, it was always my dad's wish for me to have a family, because I was his only son. The only one who could carry on our name. But right now it's..."

"It's what?" Brian asked.

"It's not looking good." I said lowly.

"How come?"

"Well in case you haven't noticed, I can't really get myself into girls." Said I admittedly.

"Why? You afraid of pussy?" Brian snickered.

I frowned at him. "I'm terrified of women. My dad told me that most of the female population will only want to get with me because of my money. Only a slight percentage of me will actually feel something towards me besides the need to blow my cash on material things."

"What makes you think that he was right about that?" Asked Brian.

"My father was usually right about everything." I said wistfully, wishing that for just one moment, I could speak with him again.

"You sound like you really need to let him go and start living your own life." Brian remarked.

My mouth dropped. "It's only natural for a man to want to honor his father's dying wish."

"But, you said that your quest to find this mystical fantasy woman isn't going well. Besides, You're your own person. If you don't want to have a family with a girl then don't. The only way you can live a happy life is if you live it the way you want to." Brian told me, before rubbing my shoulder as I steered.

"I don't know Brian..."

"It's just something to think about," Brian replied. "I know I don't wanna spend my whole life with a chick, that's for sure."

I gazed over at Brian, meeting his eyes in an intensive stare. I could have been wrong but I suspected Brian was telling me he was only into guys. He did seem pretty knowledgeable when it came to the male anatomy. I thought back to the morning after he slept over and the amazing blowjob I'd received from him. It was too skilled to be his first. Way too skilled.

Once we had arrived at Brian's place he gave me a tour of his penthouse. The place consisted of two floors bedecked in expensive looking chairs, sofas and love seats. His kitchen was one to cause jealousy. It was massive and had a wide arrangement of different utensils and counter space to die for. The walls were all standard red brick, but it served well in the contemporary style of an artsy building. Every sliver of furniture in the place had Brian's name written all over it. It was fitting to him in every way. What with the high rise walls and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Huntington, the black couch covers and clever vases holding spiraling bamboo shoots.

Brian took me down the open stairs and around the corner to a place he liked to call 'The Cinema'. I wondered why until I watched him press the power button on a small chrome box. It was a projector, and on the wall a fifty inch television screen cast it's colors with flawless solidity and resolution.

"That's neat." I remarked.

"Thanks. I've grown rather fond of it myself." Brian smirked.

"So which movie are we watching first?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter. I'm hoping we won't be getting too far into the first one anyway." Said Brian.

I cocked an eyebrow. "What are you trying to say?"

Brian folded his arms with a sigh. "Well, we can have sex now and then settle down and watch some movies, or we can put one on right away and put ourselves through the awkwardness of thigh rubbing and the hand holding that will eventually lead to us banging anyway. Id rather we take the easy way out."

I could not suppress a giggle. "You had this planned out already didn't you?"

Brian tapped the side of his head. "I'm always two steps ahead."

I decided to give my own little sharp jab into this game of flirting. "Then why aren't you getting naked then?"

Brian didn't say anything else to me. He let his fiercely deep eyes do the talking as he lifted the hem of his shirt up and over his head. Once more, I was spellbound by Brian's perfectly tanned body. His shoulders were broad, strong looking and had the hard muscular curve that gave his upper body that desirable bulk, whereas his waist was narrow and slim. I envied his figure, wishing I could look as good as he did.

"I can feel you getting hard from here." Brian laughed quietly before he climbed onto my lap.

In an instant, I found myself caressing every inch of Brian's exposed skin from his shoulders to the small of his back. He was unbelievably soft everywhere my fingers traced. It felt like silk was woven into every fibre of his gorgeous exterior. He felt just as good as he looked, and he kissed sweeter than a butterfly to a rose. I lost myself in the way his lips treated me. Brushing over mine beautifully, all the while working towards that open-mouthed kiss of heated passion and lust. But before our salacious touching and kissing could progress, Brian pulled away.

"Now, do you think this isn't supposed to happen? Because if you don't want me, let me know now. I know you don't like to waste time."

I shook my head fervently. "No. No. I want you... so bad right now."

Brian smiled. "Have it your way then."