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Title: The price of mortality
Author: Slashy_Apple
Pairing: Zacky/Syn, another eventually (within the band).
Rating: Varies from PG13 to NC17, depending on the chapter.
POV: Third person, and its my first time doing this pov so please let me know if I make any mistakes.
Summary: Its the middle of the City of Evil tour and the band are as wild and carefree as ever in the public eye. However, will some bad decisions and a horrible twist of fate change their shallow view of life?
Disclaimer: Not true, don't own anyone, dont sue.

Tags: a7x, avenged sevenfold

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Current Mood: creative

Current Music: Perfect Circle

Title: The price of mortality
Author: Slashy_Apple
Pairing: Zacky/Syn, another eventually (within the band).
Rating: Varies from PG13 to NC17, depending on the chapter.
POV: Third person, and its my first time doing this pov so please let me know if I make any mistakes.
Summary: Its the middle of the City of Evil tour and the band are as wild and carefree as ever in the public eye. However, will some bad decisions and a horrible twist of fate change their shallow view of life?
Disclaimer: Not true, don't own anyone (I wish), dont sue.
Authors notes: This story in general has been a bit of a disaster so far to be honest, especially in regards to updates. The reason for that is, the whole story got deleted from my laptop when it got a virus (and took months to get fixed). So, I'm very sorry for that  =( . This is the first part of two for chapter four, and I should have part 2 out tomorrow.

Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three

 Title: The price of mortality
Author: Slashy_Apple
Pairing: Zacky/Syn, another eventually (within the band).
Rating: Varies from PG13 to NC17, depending on the chapter.
POV: Third person, and its my first time doing this pov so please let me know if I make any mistakes.
Summary: Its the middle of the City of Evil tour and the band are as wild and carefree as ever in the public eye. However, will some bad decisions and a horrible twist of fate change their shallow view of life?
Disclaimer: Not true, dont own anyone (I wish), dont sue.
Authors notes: Okay, I'm just going to stop saying when I'll next be posting cause something always comes up where I can't write it on time. This one has a small bit of smut in it but nothing major. Hope you enjoy!!


Chapter Three.

The atmosphere on the moving bus is exactly how it usually is the evening after a big night drinking. Jimmy's still asleep, fully clothed in material most likely covered in vomit or semen or a mixture of both, Syn's moping around the bus tring to hide both his hurt and his frequent side glances to the bunks where Zack has been lying for the whole day now and Matt and Johnny are sitting on the floor playing video games and trying to ignore the gloomy blanket of regret resting gently over the bus caused only by two out of five of the band members, but the emotions run so deeply that it seems to effect everyone.

"Oh my god, how is that even possible?!" Matt shrieks with a disbelieving grin that's met by a smaller, cocky smirk as both men watch Matt's character's head spin across the screen and out of sight within the first fifteen seconds of the round.

"It's called talent my dear Matt, something you will never know." the smaller of the two exclaims smugly while flexing his stiff fingers. "Ppfft..doubtful shorty, it's just cause you have such teeny weeny hands that can move faster on the control"

Matt chuckles heartily at his effective teasing and Johnny's narrow eyed expression before he feels a sharp dig in his ribs from the other's elbow ."Shut up you dick, your hands aren't that much bigger than mine.." Johnny sounds unsure even as he speaks the words himself and this only serves to make Matt laugh harder.

"Oh yeah, show me then." Matt holds up his right hand, his palm facing the other while trying to bite back his amusement at the smaller man's discomfort. Johnny grumbles, knowing exactly what the outcome of accepting this minor challenge will be, but remains unable to resist regardless, and presses his left hand against Matt's.

The larger of the two practically howls in delighted laughter as the others small fingers only barely reach past his first knuckle while Johnny just glares up at him. "Aww, you're so cute! Look how fuckin' tiny your hands are" Matt's laughter abruptly morphs into a pained yelp as Johnny's small fingers grab his own and bend them backwards.

Johnny grins at Matt's obvious pain and pushes even harder all the while keeping taunting eye contact with the tamed beast infront of him. "Johnny you little shit let me go!" Matt moves his arm with his fingers to try and ease any of the pain.

"Hmmm...don't thing I will Matt, I'm quite enjoying this actually." Johnny's smile is met by a scowl "Let me go right this fucking second Johnny or I swear to god.." " You swear to god what? What will you do Matt? I know for a fact that you won't hurt me cause you're a big flaming fagot for me and you love me too much."

Suddenly a huge evil shark grin spreads out over Matt's previously pained face. "You're right I won't hurt you shorty, I'd be too scared I'd break you in two. But I do know something you hate even more than pain" Johnny's eyes widen as he abruptly lets go of Matt's hand and attempts to scramble away but not before Matt manages to grab him by the ribs and start digging his fingers into the other man's ticklish sides.

Johnny's girly scream soon turns into a fit of hysteric giggles as he falls to the floor helpless, Matt looming over him with a satisfied smirk, half from causing Johnny this discomfort and half from that adorable contagious giggle of the smaller man's.

"Ple-...MATT!! stop..st--" Johnny breaks off into a fit of defeatist sob like laughs that almost make Matt feel sorry for him. Almost. "Now, what was it you said about flaming fagots? who's the flaming fagot for who again?" Matt continues tickling a now screeching Johnny, having to climb up and straddle his lap to try and keep hold of the writhing boy.

"N-no one...no ones a f-fagot!" Matt's grin widens as he leans his face closer to the other's and digs his fingers deeper into his sides. "Hmm...don't think so Johnny. I believe what you said was 'I Johnny Christ am a flaming fagot for you, M.Shadows.' is that right?"

Johnny, now desperate, his stomach cramping, gives in almost immediately. "YES...yes okay Matt..j-just let me GO!!" Still not satisfied with his answer and deciding to be cruel, Matt pushes the smaller man even further. "Say it."

"I'M A FLAMING FAGOT FOR YOU!" Johnny's screech causes a very confused looking Jimmy to stumble from the bunk area just as Matt's climbing off a wailing Johnny who lays wheezing deeply for a good few minutes before he even attempts speaking.

"Ah my fucking chest man..shit I cant fucking brea-" he cuts himself off with a fit of desperate coughing which turns him a little red in the face from lack of oxygen. Matt just rolls his eyes and scoops the smaller man out of his lying position on the floor and into a sitting one next to himself where he proceeds to rub the others back as the spluttering bassist hunches over and continues coughing.

"I'm telling you dude, give up the smoking." he mutters softly to Johnny once he's calmed down enough to take deep breaths. "Stupid fucking cough, would it ever just fuck off..." Is his only mumbled croaky reply as he continues absently patting his friends back gently.

"Ohhh shit." Comes a small sigh from across the room where Jimmy stands groggily, staring into space for a few seconds before he turns to address the other two in the room with bloodshot eyes and a hoarse voice. "I am soo brain dead guys..make me some fucking coffee, I can't do it."

Matt chuckles at his bandmates confusion while Johnny just continues trying to catch his breath. "You smoke a few too many last night man?" Jimmy sighs and shakes his head slowly as a reaponce "You have no fucking idea..I turned down like seven blow jobs to go outside and stare at the winking christmas lights."

A small eruption of laughter follows this statement from a genuinely amused vocalist and a drummer who obviously hasn't fully recovered from the night before as his laughter is a little hysteric and prolonged. This in itself makes the still wheezing bassist let out a small giggle.

"Yeah, well I missed fucking everything cause all I was doing was looking after this drunken mess here." It's only when Matt glances down at Johnny that he realizes he's still rubbing his back and swiftly removes his hand much to the smaller man's dissapointment.

Suddenly Jimmy cocks a confused eyebrow and glances around for a second before asking rather loudly "Where the fuck are Syn and Zack..?" then his features sink into an expression of realization and his shoulders relax "aaah, they fucked again didn't they...silly bitches."

Syn decides to retreat to his nice dark bunk for some much needed sleep after the second hour of watching Johnny kick Matt's ass at some video game. He didn't sleep last night, and not because he couldn't but because he wanted to watch Zack sleep. He wanted to treasure the moment with the beautiful angel lying in his arms.

So he sneaks off to the bunk area, sending a very strange look in the direction of Zack's closed off bunk, something between adoration and loathing as he wasn't quite sure which to feel for the raven haired man who has somehow managed to steal his heart.

Once he reaches his own bunk he glances out the small window next to his bed at the growing darkness of night time sweeping over the sky and thinks for the briefest of seconds how the light of the world somewhat resembles his own personality, as he is very much aware of his protection method.

Synyster Gates is to Brian as Night is to day. He darkens his personality to make it harder for others to see him, the darker it is the harder it is to see, the more upset he is the darker it gets.

He wonders what exactly Zack does in his bunk all day whenever this happens. He must be hiding, hiding from the shame and taking the easy way out of things as usual.

Brian has a sneaking suspicion that Zack has adopted his own method of dealing, by covering things up, and this only adds to the huge amounts of confusion Brian's already feeling as he's never sure that he knows exactly what Zack's thoughts on this whole situation are.

On one hand, Zack could feel something for the other but could be hiding it for reasons unknown to Brian and on the other he could feel exactly what he said he does, nothing. Both concepts bring a painful tug to brian's chest as he continues to just stare out the window, pondering this messed up situation that will surely ruin his relationship with his best friend be it sooner or later.

He wishes things could just go back to normal, he wishes he could stay up 'till all hours of the morning just talking with Zack like he used to before things got out of hand and feelings other than lust got involved. Now they can barely look each other in the eye without some sort of tension between them, it's almost like it was back when Zack wouldn't talk to Brian just cause he wanted to fuck him.

Brian chuckles softly at the thought, he remembers how perfect things were back then. Back before dangerous feelings came anywhere near the equation and after Zack got over his snit with him for being hot.

That period of time between where both used to practice music together, relax together, drink together and then go to bed together. It was like the perfect little fucked up friendship. 'Best fuck buddies' everyone used to call them. And it was true, they had the best friendship where they were practically joined at the with the added bonus of getting to screw around with eachother.

Brian sighs deeply as he remembers the night that was all ruined. The night he ruined it all by slipping up in the feelings that had been sneaking up on him for some months then, but that he had been persistently and stubbornly shoving to the back of his head, safely away from acknowledgement.

It must have been around a year and a half ago now, maybe two years that Brian let his emotions slip, and he remembers the event with a regretful frown etched into his skin

He had Zack on his side, moving his hips against the smaller man's, his movements becoming increasingly jerky and desperate as he neared the spectacular finish Zack always brought him to.

They were both only after a couple of drinks, nothing that would make a significant difference in terms of their sobriety even though it was a bit ridiculous at this stage, six years later to still be dwelling on the 'only when drunk' rule.

It was unusually slow paced and gentle tonight. No begging or teasing, no scratches or bites or even rough thrusts. It was slow and smooth, building them both up to their orgasms painfully slowly, but satisfyingly so.

"Brian.." Zack whined softly, gripping at the hand that was clamped securely around his body signifying that he was ready to come after all this torture.

Brian reached down to start stroking Zack firmly while burying his face into the others raven hair, nuzzling his neck affectionately while breathing in deeply, trying to capture his scent.

Zacky just increased the relaxed wiggling movements of his hips while letting out a few throaty moans, Brian panting into his hair an inch away from bliss himself.

It felt so strange that one time. Brian's whole body seemed to tingle and thrum with not only the anticipation of orgasm and stimulation of sensitive flesh, but also with the feeling of Zack's soft skin on his.

Not to mention, every time the smaller man let out one of his helpless whimpers, a vicious shiver would race down the others spine, one that wasnt driven by lust or desire.

"Oh shit...Brian.." Zacky's back arched into Brian, his neck pushing further against that eager, sucking mouth, and as he felt the raven haired man start to come, his own orgasm was upon him..

He clung to Zacks ivory skin, grunting briefly before he came long and hard into that small lithe body of the others. "uh....IloveyouZ.."

Neither one of the two seemed to realize what had been said until they had both finished riding out their orgasms, and upon realizing, both men froze sollid.

Brian just stayed where he was, beginning to soften inside Zack, his heart pounding in his ears while he tried to sort out his ridiculous thoughts and the meaning behind them.

Zack on the other hand, his heart soared as all he could think was 'oh my god, he loves me back.' he wanted to cry with overwhelming joy and regret all at once for he had promised himself a long time ago to never make an emotion based decision that runs the risk of leaving him distraught.

So he just laid there, waiting for something to happen, for the other to speak or get up and leave, anything. But the expected explanation never came, instead the two men settled back down into the bed pressed against each other much like they did after each fo their sessions together, only this time the silence was filled with an uneasy unsurety about what had been accidentally said.

As Zack lay there in Brian's arms, unable to sleep, he made another promise to himself, that same promise he continues to battle with, a promise that he's stop sleeping with his best friend for fear of the others blurted proclamation being true.

So that's when things went back to square one. Zack avoiding Brian like the plague and Brian feeling hurt, but not confused as to why he was being ignored like he had been years previous. He knew exactly what Zack's reasons were for ignoring him and he didn't blame him for them either, it was a stupid, stupid mistake on his part that needed fixing.

But the only response he got from Zack for his whole hearted apology was a shrieking bitchy soliloquy about how this was wrong, how that could potentially fuck up the band and how they could most certainly not 'fuck around' anymore if there were unreturned feelings involved.

Brian had just left after mumbling something about how he was sorry. Needless to say, Zack eventually gave into temptation and fucked Brian again after weeks of walking around with a practically constant hard on that only Brian could fix and that's the way it's been to this day.

Brian sighs deeply while laying down in his bunk, trying not to dwell on the stinging pain that shoots up his spine from his sore backside. He wishes this whole mess would just sort itself out, or that Zack would at least keep to the promise he himself will never be able to keep, as Zacky's the one person even Synyster Gates can't seem to control his feelings for.

Tags: a7x, avenged sevenfold, love, slash, synyster gates, zacky vengeance

Current Location: bed

Current Mood: hungry

Current Music: OTEP-Ghostflowers

Title: The price of mortality
Author: Slashy_Apple
Pairing: Zacky/Syn, another eventually (within the band).
Rating: Varies from PG13 to NC17, depending on the chapter.
POV: Third person, and its my first time doing this pov so please let me know if I make any mistakes.
Summary: Its the middle of the City of Evil tour and the band are as wild and carefree as ever in the public eye. However, will some bad decisions and a horrible twist of fate change their shallow view of life?
Disclaimer: Not true, dont own anyone (I wish), dont sue.
Authors notes: Okay so, I lied by accident!! I really was going to update weeks sooner than this but something came up and I had to leave for a couple weeks. Apologies!! and it will probably be at least a week before I get another chance to update cause I have exams. Oh and here's a warning. WARNING: SMUT! Enjoy, and feel free to f*** me off for my spelling ^^,.






Note: I'm so so sorry for cursing on the page of whatever community you found this on. It was really stupid and rude of me and it won't happen again. Sorry again =(


Chapter Two

Zacky hides out in his bunk for hours. Regretting, promising and pining. Regretting that one mistake he can't help but to continue remaking over and over, promising himself that it will never happen again and in turn, pining for the gorgeous creature making that promise will prevent him from having ever again.

Zacky doesn't move. He couldn't even if he tried. His body has just decided to give up, to reduce itself to a lifeless dead weight consisting of muscle and bone and nothing more. What good is he if he can't even please the one person who's worth pleasing to him?

What good is he if he can't even man up enough to be with the one person he truly adores. His first love. No, his only love. He couldn't possibly imagine falling for anyone as hard or deeply as he's fallen for Brian. And although it happened quickly, it took the longest time to develop, making the reaization of all the pent up feelings inside him all the more intence.

And Zack remembers it vividly, down to every miniscule detail. With the smallest of sad smiles, he recalls the process that was him falling in love with his best friend and the exact moment he realized it.

It all started with three simple words. Three words that brought Zacky's personal beliefs and understanding of himself crashing down around his dazed form.

"Zacky, meet Brian."

Zacky had been in the midst of a half hearted conversation with Jimmy in the basement of Matt's house when those three words floated to his attention and a wave of excitement overcame him at the prospect of finally meeting the bands final addition and official lead guitarist.

The shorter man whipped around from Jimmy only to come face to face with the most breathtaking creature he had ever laid eyes on. His jaw slackened slightly and his mind swam with an unusual mix of desire and utter confusion.

The man before him stood at a fair height, a couple of inches taller than himself, he was well built with strong arms and he had the face of an angel, a small button nose resting between perfectly sculpted cheek bones, his thin lips curved into a small nervous smile, his huge dark eyes seeming to look right into Zacky's soul.

Zacky's brow furrowed and his heart took off at a gallop at the devastating realization that he had in fact just become attracted to a guy. What the hell was going on here? Zack didn't like guys. He was the straightest person around in is own opinion. How could this even be possible.

All of a sudden, Zack became quite nauseous. The mere prospect of being in any way gay coming as such a shock that he felt the abrupt urge to explode into some sort of strong emotion, be it laughter or tears.

No, it was just ridiculous to even consider himself gay. This Brian dude just looked too much like a chick with his soft flowing hair and his gorgeous big eyes which now gazed into his own expectantly.

Zack caught himself just in time after a good fifteen seconds of just standing still gaping in bewiderness at their new guitarist.

"Uhh...uh, h-hi Brian." He didnt wait for the reply that the other man had opened his mouth to give, but instead, he fled from the basement, uttering something about needing to use the toilet.

Once safely locked inside the small downstairs bathroom in Matt's house, Zack sank to the floor, his back resting against the wooden door and his head in his hands as he let out a long, calming sigh.

What the hell had gotten into him? Never in his life had he found someone so ridiculously attractive before, never mind a fucking guy.

Zack closed his widened eyes as an attempt at calming himself and pleaded strongly with his mind to stop the inappropriate images it was creating of Brian in the midst of sexual pleasure, his pretty face contorted in bliss, and in turn, had to plead with his body to not react to those said images.

Of course his stubborn emotions were no competition for his raging hormones and he was fully erect within a much shorter amount of time than it had ever taken any other thoughts to cause him to be before.

Zacky cursed himself as even as he was thinking the deny of his body's instincts, his legs automatically crossed and he wiggled his hips, trying to gain any friction he could without actually touching himself.

His mind quickly ran away with itself as his arousal built along with an almost painful throbbing in his groin and the most pornographic images he had ever managed to think up flashed behind his closed eyelids.

An involuntary groan escaped Zacks lips as he bucked his hips up into the hand that had started rubbing himself through his pants somewhere in the midst of all these obscene but oh so fucking sexy thoughts.

Zacks head fell back against the door with a soft thud as his hand worked itself over his fully clothed erection almost fiercely, creating such harsh friction that he knew he'd be sore afterward, but he didn't care.

All he cared about at that particular moment in time was reaching the spectacular orgasm that was building in the pit of his stomach, not quite fast enough.

He cursed himself once again for giving into temptation so easily before he opened his eyes and hastily sat up straight, tearing at his belt and pants until they were tugged roughly to his mid thigh along with his boxers and he took a firm grip of his leaking arousal.

He didn't even bother trying to stifle his sighed moan of relief as his head once again fell back against the door and he worked himself at a fast pace, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip for fear of making too much noise.

His hips bucked up off the floor every few seconds and his eyes were squeezed shut as he tried desperately to maintain the fantasy that it was actually Brian who was bringing him such pleasure.

A few miunutes was all it took before Zack was coming hard over his lap, his muscles clenching violently and a certain name on his lips through the groans.

Once he had come down from his orgasmic high and the reality of the situation sank in, Zack blushed a deep crimson colour, even though he was alone.

He had just jerked off in his best friends bathroom over a guy. A guy he had just met to add to it. He shook his head at the surrealness of the situation and made a move to clean himself up, all the while thinking up an excuse to leave band practice before it had even started.

Once Zack had finally finished in the bathroom and made his pathetic excuse to his suspicious looking friends, he drove home and only managed to make the matter worse in his mind by jerking off several more times when he got there, imagining his name being screamed in a voice he had never even heard.

The next day when Zack had reluctantly shown for another band practice he kept his gaze averted to anywhere but the intoxicating beauty that had him questioning his sexuality, even when he found the mans voice to be just how he'd imagined the previous day, a deep silky tone that sounded better than the sweetest lullaby he'd ever heard.

The next few weeks passed like that. Zacky speaking few words to Brian unless it was music related, and even then he was distant, even though from what he had heard from his other band mates, Brian was exactly the sort of guy he got on with.

Matt constantly asked questions regarding Zack's unusual behavior but only received the cold shoulder from his best friend.

Brian was confused if not curious as to why he was being treated like this by a guy whom he didn't even know, and whom he found quite attractive if he was honest with himself, while Zack's sexual frustration toward the other continued to build and build until one drunken night, it all became too much.

"Hey Brian..." Zacky slurred through a yell from across the room. Brian was startled to have been addressed by the other man as he usually avoided talking to him at all costs for reasons unknown. He glanced shyly over at the raven haired man as an indication that he had heard him.

"Come sit with me will you?...I wanna talk to you" Nobody else at the party in Zack's house had heard as a result of the loud music and ridiculous levels of intoxication, so the bizar occurrence of Zack actually communicating with Brian civilly went unknown to everyone barring the two guitarists.

Brian, wanting nothing more than to solve whatever issues the younger man had with him, made his way from his lonely chair in the corner over to the couch Zack was occupying, resulting in a jean clad pair of legs being thrown over his lap the minute he took a seat. Fighting back a confused frown, he turned his head towards the owner of the legs, finding Zack's face mere inches from his own.

"You know what Brian.." Zack began with a sly smirk stretched out on his features.

"You are by far the sexiest thing I have ever seen...and I mean, that's why I don't talk to you, cause I'm not gay, I'm just not...well, that's what I believed until you came along..you and your fucking, pretty hair.."

Brian, upon realizing the reason behind Zack's apparent dislike for him, returned to the confident guy he was around everyone else from the shy, self conscious boy he acted like infront of people that seemed to dislike him in any way, and smirked along with his drunken bandmate.

"You know there's nothing wrong with being gay, right Zack?" Brian cut off the others continuous rambling which he hadn't even been listeneing to beyond the comment about his hair.

Zack stilled for a moment and let his alcohol clogged mind process the others words . "Oh I know that..I know, I'm in no fucking way homophobic, It's just I'm not-"

"-Cause you know I'm gay right?" Brian's composure remained cool, his deep eyes burning into emerald ones which seemed to darken with the statement.

"Y-you are?" Brian just noded his head in confirmation, filling Zacky with hope and reducing his previously confident drunken self to a nervous drunken mess! "Oh" and with this simple word, Zack fell into uncomfortable silence.

"So you wanna maybe go upstairs or something?" Brian coaxed gently, receiving a mere nodd as a reply before Zack was off the couch and leading the other eagerly to his bedroom.

Once at their destination, Zack ushered Brian in before closing and locking the door and turning to face the other man who was now glancing around the room curiously. "So Zack..I mean, did you really not talk to me just cause you think I'm hot?" Zack chuckled through his blushing and nodded, the alcohol in his system allowing him to be much more relaxed and truthful.

"I didn't mean to be a dick, I just didn't know what else to do. I figured, there was no chance you'de be into guys, let alone me, so...yanno.." he shrugged absently while taking a seat on his bed.

"Well I guess thats where you got it wrong Baker." Zack's pants tightened at the predatory look in the others eye as he strode over to where Zack was seated on the bed and proceeded to push him back into a lying possition while straddling his hips.

The first kiss was mind blowing, the first touch electric and as Zack lived out his persistent fantasy of driving into Brian's tight body over and over and hearing the other scream his name, they both knew it was too good to be a one time thing.

So that's how it happened. That was the very beginning of this long winded affair, and from then on, Zack no longer felt the need to avoid Brian like the plague, for he had already done the likes of which not talking to the other prevented.

They hit it off instantly during their first proper conversation the next day and because of the fact that both of them were pretty confident lovers and generally laid back people, neither of them felt awkward in the least about their private get together the previous night.

From then on it was history. They became inseparable best friends, two halves of the same whole, not letting their occasional fucks get in the way of their relationship and promising to only ever act on their mutual attraction to each other when drunk.

But of course, all good things must come to an end. And this good thing in particular, came to an end the night not so long ago, that Zack fell in love.

"Fu-uck..Brian!!!" Zacky's back was arched severley off the mattress as Brian slid in and out of his body tenderly. It was the first time Zack let Brian top him, six whole years after their meeting and that ment it was his first time ever having his spot stimulated. It was also one of the first few times they had had sex when sober, although both of them pretended not to notice.

"Feels good doesn't it?..let me hear how good it feels." Brian panted against the sweaty neck of his lover between the gentle kisses he continued to press against it.

The hands that Brian held above the other's head tightened their grip on his own as Zack mewled and writhed against him, bucking his hips wildly. "Oh god...god Brian it feels so good.soo good.. please!"

Brian let his head fell forward onto the other man's collar bone with a grunt, Zack's words nearly unleashing the orgasm he was trying desperately to hold off as his legs began to shake.

Zack, knowing exactly what was about to happen but being not quite ready to come yet let out a small sob like moan and bucked against the other even more wildly.

"No..no please don't come yet Bri, please...just a little lon-" he cut himself on with a long shaky moan as Brian reached down to wrap his long slender fingers around his pulsating dick.

"Come with me Zack.." He almost pleaded with the other as his hip movements became jerky and the orgasm that was opon him was pushed back painfully for the sake of the man beneath him..

And with that Zack came suddenly. His climax so intense it made his head spin and his muscles clench violently the sensation of Brian spilling into him adding to the experience.

Once they had both finished riding out the last waves of pleasure Brian disentangled himself from his virtually comatose friend and collapsed onto his side next to him.

Zack let out a long satisfied sigh and shuffled over to Brian, always one for post sex cuddling, where he received a large arm thrown over his shoulder and a broad muscular chest crushed to his body as a reply.

Tags: a7x, avenged sevenfold, love, slash, synyster gates, zacky vengeance

Current Location: kitchen

Current Mood: cranky

Current Music: Nirvana - Heart shaped box

Matt lets out a frustrated sigh as he involuntarily awakes to a whispered conversation in the bunk below him. Great, Zacky fucked Syn again, today should be fun. He rolls over onto his side so he's facing the bunk opposite him where Johnny lies sleeping peacefully, his small facial features adorned by an even smaller frown, his body curled into itself snugly.

The beginnings of a smile flickers at the corners of Matt's mouth at the sight, which morphs instantly into a huge grin when Johnny grumbles something uncomprehendable in his sleep while wiggling around in his bunk.

Matt has always found the considerably smaller man adorable, weather it's merely to do with his size or not, theres just something so lovable about the guy. That combined with his youth and the fact that he and Matt have been inseparable since day one, makes for a very protective older friend, almost to the point of annoying the other, although mostly Johnny just finds it sweet.

The strongly built man rolles over a second time, so he's now facing the wall, and lets his heavy eyelids droop closed once again. The noise from Brian's bunk has stopped which probably means Zack left for his own. Should he go and comfort Syn? deciding against it Matt wonders briefly if the brown eyed man is okay, if he's somehow adapted to the other guitarists treatment of him, but of course he's not. Zack used him again, and it would be okay if the dismissive attitude towards the situation was mutual, but its not. Everyone knows how Syn feels about Zacky, regardless of how much he tries to hide it and Zack still fucks his admirer over, even though they're best friends. Matt would never hurt his best friend like that. Matt would never do that to Johnny.

Brian lies motionless in his bunk, his eyes screwed shut and his fists clenching against his waist. He did it again, he let Zack fuck him and gave into the temptation again. Not only that, he was the one to instigate the whole affair, the ridiculous levels of alcohol consumption providing him with the courage to act upon his persistent need for the younger man.

He wishes he felt the same as Zack. He wishes more than anything else that all he felt for the other was lust, animal attraction and nothing else. He wishes that when they had sex, it felt to him like the raw, dirty, desperate fucking it is. But it doesn't, it will always be something more, Regardless of how hard he tries to ignore the spark that's obvious between them, well, that's obvious to him at least.

Or If only Zack felt the same way as him, but tha'ts a hopeless cause and the constant disappointment is his fault and only his. Zacky has made it clear from day one how emotionally uninvolved he is in this whole fucked up situation, and yet, Brian still had to fall for him. 'I'm pathetic, why should someone as perfect as Zack even look at me twice? I should be grateful for whatever I get from him' His negative routine thoughts begin to circulate in his already confused mind, only serving to deepen his self loathing.

No, never again. His self promise seems week and he's already certain it won't hold as images of his beautiful band mate in the midst of ecstasy flood his vision behind closed eyelids. His whole body tenses even more, to the extent that some of his well built muscles start to cramp slightly as he tries desperately to fight off that feeling rising steadily in his chest.

No, he's not worth this. He is not going to reduce Synyster fucking Gates to tears. And this feeble attempt at self reassurance is lost in the sea of warm tears that begin cascading down Brian's pain contorted face, running from his dark eyes in an overflow of pathetic, unwelcome emotion, leaving in their wake, a yearning for the one man he adores and a dull pain in his chest for that same man whom he will never have.

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Zack sits staring absently at the t.v. screen, his face blank, his expression most certainly not reflecting his thoughts. Johnny and Matt who sit side by side opposite the seemingly care free man, failing miserably at trying to decipher the mystery that is Zack Baker.

"Listen Zack, I know this is none of my business but-" "Yeah, It is none of your business, so stay the fuck out of it." Zack's snappy interjection of Matt's dearest friends words instantly sparks a deep anger within the large man.

His muscles flex automatically and the only thing that holds him back from jumping across the room at his arrogant rhythm guitarist is the small hand that snakes around his wrist taking a firm grasp as Johnny seems to predict his actions.

"You don't even deserve to be speaking to us rite now, let alone in that disgusting tone of voice you're using. You're despicable. I can't even believe you'de do this to him again." and with that one spiteful comment, Matt tugs his arm free from Johnny's grasp and leaves the room.

Zack fights to keep his hectic emotions at bay and his head held high, flaring his nostrils slightly and glazing is eyes with faux disinterest as Johnny observes him calmly. "I'm guessing you still don't want to tell me what the fuck's going on." came the shorter man's tired, dismissive comment.

Zack lets a false sneer pass his plump lips. "What's going on, as I told you the last time you tried to get all 'deep' with me, is, Syn and I screwed. Plain and fucking simple. And before you set off with your accusations, he was the one crawling all over me last night, he brought it on himself."

Johnny shakes his head disbelievingly. "You don't fool me Zee. Not for one minute." And with that parting comment, he too is gone, leaving Zacky alone in the small lounge where he instantly crumples against the couch with a long sigh, his head falling defeatistly into his hands.

It's pretty pathetic really, how he feels the need to act around his friends, how he can't just come out with the truth to the lot of them. But no, that can never happen, it would be too much of a risk, from every aspect. His head instantly snaps up, his body stiffening automatically into a strong, defensive posture as he hears heavy footsteps approaching from the bunks.

Zacky watches out of the corner of his eye as Synyster strides confidently past him and into the small kitchen where he pours himself a large mug of coffee, all the while ignoring Zack completely until he graces one word with his silky voice that is most obviously directed at the other seeing as there is no one else in ear shot for him to be speeking to.

"Coffee?" everything about him screams sarcasm, from his sickeningly sweet sing-song voice that couldn't possibly be genuine to his dark, mocking eyes, his thin, delicate lips curved into a devious smirk. Zack just averts his eyes, mumbling a quick 'no thanks' and letting Syn's sardonic persona guilt trip him even further, because after all, he deserves nothing less.

He notices Syn giving a chirpy shrug. "Fine. I just thought you would be tired after last night." although he himself doesn't even notice the severe bitterness laced in with the sly comment, Zack does. Zack notices, and he also knows it was unintended. The fact alone sends a sharp pang of guilt colliding with his gut.

Syn is breaking, slowly but surely, he's breaking. It's one thing to break Brian Haner Jr, his best friend, but to act cruel and malicious enough to break Synyster Gates, the beast, well that's a different story all together.

Zack can feel Syns eyes on him now, as his whole body burns with shame and regret wanting nothing more than to bolt over to his part time lover and embrace him. Telling him of how sorry he is before just bursting out with the truth.

But he doesn't. He doesn't because as soon as he glances up from underneath his curtain of raven hair and notices the other's smirk, his cold, emotionless eyes and his hard exterior, he remembers. He remembers who he's dealing with here. He's not dealing with Brian, the man he constantly craves with every fiber in his body, he's dealing with Synyster Gates. The heartless thing who cares for nothing but himself. The man who intimidates him beyond belief.

He silently mulls over the situation while being watched. It's ironic really, that the only time he can pull Brian out of the beast is during sex with him. That would be the only reason for his actions, to just be in his friend's presence without having to deal with the constant sarcasm and crude comments, if it weren't for the boiling desire and need that also drives him to take this man at every given opertunity.

He would be hard and ready for him at this very moment if it weren't for the sickening guilt overclouding all other senses. "I'm so sorry Bri, I really didn't...I didn't think and...a-and it shouldn't have happened." his regret is vocalized before he can stop it. Brian's the only one he would ever reveal his true emotions to times of despair, just like Brian used to open up to Zack, until Synyster came along that is.

His statement is met by a hollow laugh, one that doesn't quite meet the emitter's eyes. A cold, resentful sound, making the smaller man flinch. "It's not as if I didn't get anything out of it Vengeance. It was a lay." the dismissive attitude almost angers Zack as he thinks back to last night and even this morning when Synyster was nowhere to be seen and Brian had taken over for those few hours when he revealed all his true emotions, as he always does when this happens.

"Fine Synyster. I'll just let you be then." Rising quickly to his feet and ignoring the second eerie cackle from his band mate, he makes towards the bunks, instantly climbing into his own, turning his face into his pillow breathing in hard to try and tame his overpowering emotions.

This is so ridiculous. They're both playing the exact same game in regards to this situation, only in slightly different ways.

Zack participates by showing Brian exactly how he feels for him during their frequent love making sessions, but refusing to admit to those feelings once it's over. Just repeating the same old, wearying lines. 'I'm sorry. Its wrong. It's just sex. It can't mean anything.' Every syllable accompanied by a tug of regret for spilling such lies and seeing the look in his beautiful companions eyes as he gets rejected.

Brian on the other hand, spills all of his true desires along with his semen, the blinding pleasure of climax and the peaceful serenity of afterglow allowing him to speak of how much he really adores his lover. Then, in the morning, once denied and hurt yet again, he lets Synyster take over.

Once again the battle rages on in Zack's mind. He can't go on like this, hurting the love of his life in such a way. This needs to stop one way or another, and he needs to make a decision on what to do. One that will most certainly change his life.

Should he cease all contact with Brian, be left to crave the beautiful man for the rest of his life and die wondering what could have been, but at the same time sparing his dearest friend the huge amounts of grief Zacky continues to inflict on him.

Or should he come clean. Confess his never dying love and present his sensitive heart to the man on a silver platter, giving him the freedom to do with which whatever he pleases, but run the risk of ending up heartbroken, which he's most certain the long haired man has the ability to do.

No. Zack reaches his decision quickly on realizing the potential disaster him and Brian actually getting together is. He couldn't. He couldn't give the man he loves greatly even one chance at a relationship with him. He can't give his heart to Brian, because in doing so, he would also be placing it willingly in the hands of evil. Synyster Gates.

Tags: a7x, avenged sevenfold, lies, slash, synyster gates, zacky vengeance

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Zacky lowers his voice to a whisper. "This has got to stop Brian. It's getting ridiculous." Brian lowers his head so the younger of the two doesn't have a chance to witness the pained look in his deep eyes. "I know" he mumbles to the hard bunk mattress. "But I don't want it to". A frustrated sigh is emitted from pierced lips as emerald eyes roll " How may times-" another, softer sigh as the embarrassed flush crawling the naked skin of the lead guitarist is noticed. "Its only sex, it was only sex Bri. It can't mean anything, it's not right." 

Brian turns his face away from the other and wraps his arms tight around his waist, attempting to offer himself some form of comfort against the others harsh words. "Fine, I get it. now please leave." He lets false anger trickle into his words, any attempt at masking the heartbreak engulfing his tired emotions. 
Zackys brow furrows in guilt and pity. He hates doing this to Brian, fucking him and leaving him like some cheep groupie, but he knows its the only way around it. He silently curses himself for being so stupid and making that same dreaded mistake yet again before placing a tentative hand on his friends large bicep.

 Brian flinches away from the younger mans touch as if being burnt. Why does he let Zacky do this to him? If he had any ounce of self respect left then this crap would have stopped a long time ago. "Just get out" he sighs defeatistly, rolling over in his cramped bunk and ignoring that all too familiar lump that begins to rise in his throat. Zacky hesitates for a long moment, just taking the time to let his eyes wander the soft olive skin stretching out over the firm muscles of Brian's back before he eventually grabs his clothes and exits the small bunk, making a dash for his own in attempt to avoid conflict with his fellow band mates. 

They all know. They know about his and Brians little fucked up game. They know how it means just a little more than sex regardless of his stubborn attitude and they know how much it hurts Brian when he's left alone every time. Zacky rubs his face harshly as he hopes to god that none of his knowledgeable and supposedly sleeping band mates heard the argument that seems to take place every 'morning after the night before', as he would never sleep with Brian while sober. Zacky sighs again while wiggling down into his covers, deciding to sleep away his hangover and the sickening tug of guilt in his gut that seem to come hand in hand these days.

 He wishes beyond all belief that he could just rid himself of these feelings, not the guilt or self loathing that comes from repeatedly hurting his best friend, no, he fully deserves that. What he wants more than anything to get rid of are the feelings that cause him to leave Brian in the morning, yet, keep drawing him back to the stunning man time and time again. The glorious feelings he sees the need to constantly mask or disguise with denial because he believes them to be unnatural. The unbearably strong feelings he can't seem to extinguish no matter how many sluts he uses, or how much alcohol and drugs he takes. The feelings he has for Brian.

Tags: a7x, avenged sevenfold, love, slash, synyster gates, zacky vengeance

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