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Intimate Triangle	By : Rain16 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 1284 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Good Charlotte. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Some Kind of Love
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Title: Intimate Triangle

Writer: Rain

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Christina/Benji + Christina/Joel

Summary: Benji finally wins Christina Aguilera’s love. But Joel’s jealousy over his brother’s happy relationship grows to where he will stop at nothing to get rid of the pop star, or make her his.

Warning: Some mind controlling events may occur and seldom non-consensual.

WRITER’S NOTE: I know I may get flamed uncontrollably over this plot, especially the pairing. But, I love Christina and Benji and just thought this would be a perfect story, especially with Benji’s real crush on Stina. I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.

Prologue

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It started out with a harmless crush. He saw a beautiful girl on TV. Soon she invaded his dreams and captured his mind. Then when he stepped in his own spotlight, he claimed her and stole her heart.

Their love sprung from the secrets and was envied around the world. They were different but it didn’t matter, when they were together everything matched. They were in love.

Until one sour specter could no longer stand it. He interceded with the couple and tore them apart with lies, manipulation and seduction. He wanted to drive the wicked woman away from his brother, but he found himself pulling her closer to himself.

The confused woman couldn’t resist either brother and found herself in a dangerous predicament. Thus starting the intimate triangle.

Christina groaned as she looked at the clock. It was eleven at night and she wasn’t even close to finished. She wanted to drop her third album by spring especially since Avril, Britney and Eminem’s albums were the top hits of the summer.

Her producer Stave looked just as tired as she, but the bags under his eyes were just a tad bit darker. Christina felt a little guilty. Stave wasn’t suppose to come in today but she really needed his help.

“Chris why don’t we call it a night?” He asked into the sound box. “Your second album still has people talking.”
Christina looked up from her lyrics. He stared at her through the sound proof glass. He was leaning back in the chair with a pleading look on his face. Stave sometimes reminded Christina of a younger Nicholas Cage minus the balding hair. He was a nice guy who loved his work, but not to much of it.

“I want to keep the people talking Stave, Stripped came out two years ago. I’m not waiting any longer.” She admitted.

Stave didn’t look convinced. “If you say so.”

As Christina fought off another yawn she glanced back at the clock and gave in. “I guess we can come in early tomorrow and finish.” She said glumly.

“I agree.” Stave said excitedly. “You’re not up to your best when you’re tired, better not to waste tape.”

She forced a smile as she packed up her things.

“You mind if I take off ahead of ya, wifey may be waiting.” Stave asked walking toward the door.

Christina smiled to herself. Kelly is Stave’s fourth wife, she’s a supermodel from Europe and completely in lust with the young producer, she knew Stave was eager to get home.

Interscope recording studios was big and completely deserted. Christina quickly walked down the dim halls. She was bummed she didn’t get to finish her album today, but Stave was right about her not being at her best when she’s tired. And she was tired.

Hopefully the studio won’t be so crowded tomorrow and she might be able to get more done. Christina hated putting so much stress on herself, but she’s at such a crucial time in her career she’d didn’t want to ruin it.

Don’t think about it. Christina demanded herself. Just go back to the hotel, take a hot bath, listen to some tunes and…

Suddenly a metal door opened outward in front of her, and she was to deep into thought to stop herself, Christina slammed into the open hard surface nose first and stumbled back barely able to keep balance.

“Ow!” She shouted grabbing her nose. “What the hell, what the hell is wrong with you?!”

Her eyes filled with unwanted tears and she blinked to keep them at bay. When she felt a hand touch her arm Christina harshly pushed it away and glared up at her unintentional assailant.

“Damn excuse me for opening a door.” Benji Madden glared back at her.

The only way she could tell it was him in the dim light was the shiny metal in his bottom lip. Other than that his hat was pulled far down covering half his face in shadow. Now was he the one that said had a crush on her on TRL or was it the other one? Oh well it really didn’t matter.

“Just watch out next time.” Christina snapped before picking her dropped bag off the floor. Some of her notes fell out and she cursed in frustration.

“Ask soon as I get X-ray vision I’ll be sure to do that. But until then why don’t you watch where the hell you’re going.” His voice hung on each word.

When Christina looked up at him he was glaring down at her before he turned and headed down the hall toward the exit.

What a nice guy. Christina mumbled sarcastically. Her nose all of a sudden didn’t hurt anymore. Wanting to get out of there she quickly grabbed the scraps of paper off the floor and jogged to the exit.

The cool September sir greeted her and Christina sucked in as much air as she could as she walked to her car. She loved fall. There was just something about the colors, the weather, the scent in the air. It was sunny but it wasn’t dark, it was just right. Fall made it easy to write feelings of mood.

She wasn’t far from the rented Mercedes when she noticed a white SUV about twenty yards away, it’s hood was up and the grumpy guitarist was leaning against the front wiping grease from his hands with a towel.

Christina couldn’t help but smile. To bad she didn’t know shit about cars, and if she did, she wouldn’t help his sorry ass anyway, she teased to herself.

She could see him out of the corner of her eye; he watched her try to avoid him as she walked to her car.

Christina quickly dug in her bag for her keys, but her hand came up empty. She grew confused as she dug deep into her bag, nothing. Panic swept through her as she thought about where they could be and her conclusions all pointed inside Interscope. When her bag fell they must’ve fallen out and since she didn’t hear them, she didn’t bother to look for them.

“Trouble?” A voice called from behind.

Christina was leaning against the car her head against the top. She didn’t have the time or the energy for this. But she forced herself to turn and face an amused looking Benji.

He pushed his hat back a little and she could really see his face. The magazines were right, he really did have deep brown eyes. Christina cleared her throat and looked away when she realized she was gaping.

“I dropped my keys inside.” She explained gesturing toward the recording studio.

The rocker just shrugged. “Tough luck.”

“Yea.” Christina said rolling her eyes.

“You got a phone on you?”

Christina arched an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“My truck’s not starting.” He stated. “And my cells battery is low, and the phones inside the studio need some kind of code or some shit in order to use them. So I have no way to get a hold of my brother.”

Christina sweetly smiled. “Tough luck.”

She then pulled out her cell and proceeded to call a taxi service in front of him. Maybe they’d be able to pick her up down the road, there was no way she was staying here.

“I’ll tell you what.” Benji said still standing in front of her. “You let me use your phone and I’ll get you inside so you can get your keys.”

Christina automatically flipped her phone closed and looked at him. “But the doors are locked.”

“I can get in.” he reassured her.

“Yea right.” She challenged crossing her arms over her chest. There is no way a multimillion dollar recording studio would be so un-advanced that some punk could get into it.

Benji rolled his eyes. “How the hell do think I got in to check the phones?”

Christina thought it over. “How did you get in?” She asked curiously.

He grinned and held out his hand. “No phone, no keys.”

“Fine.” Christina gave in and handed him the phone. She didn’t want to take a taxi home anyway.

She watch as he dialed a number and slowly walked away so she couldn’t eavesdrop. Instead she took the opportunity to look him over. He was a nice looking guy, not entirely her type, thankfully, but he looked reasonable enough to break hearts around the world. He had a thick but built frame. Dark colors made him look mysterious and menacing at the same time. Tattoos colored both his arms that gave him a sort of dangerous look. And the baggy cargo pants gave him a youthful masculine image. The tilted black trucker cap over the black bandana was totally over done, but this guy was born to wear them. It gave him a sexy image, the only down part about it is it hid his face.

Christina looked away when he turned on his heel and started to walk toward her again, he spoke softly in the phone, but she could hear him perfectly.

“No you gotta guess man, no, she’s shorter than her, no, she’s younger than her.” Benji said into the mouth piece as he eyed Christina.

It didn’t take her long before she figured Benji was trying to have his brother guess whose phone he was using. How old are these guys?

“No, she’s prettier than her.”

Christina smiled.

“Well not that pretty.”

Her smile faded.

“No, she’s uglier than her, are you kidding?” He taunted.

Christina looked at him insulted.

He just continued. “No flatter than her.”

Gasping she grabbed at her chest, then reached out and snatched the phone out of his grasp, the dial tone sounded on the other side.

Benji smiled and held his arms out in an innocent matter. “Harmless fun.”

Christina stared at him with narrowed eyes. She couldn’t believe he said those things, if there was one thing she was insecure about, it was her body. And to think just seconds before she was thinking of his body in a positive way. She gave him thedeadliest look she could make.

He titled his head to the side. “Well if looks could kill.” He teased. “But that one is just turning me on.”

Christina didn’t back down. She knew he was just trying to throw her off, but there was no way she was going to be intimidated by this guy. No way.

So she just tilted her head along with his and increased the stared. It didn’t surprised her that the rocker didn’t back down either, but the step he took closer kind of tested her. His intense dark eyes stared down at her from beneath the shadow of the cap. She became engulfed in his eyes. But she hid it as she stopped leaning against the car and stood up straight decreasing the gap between them even more.

“I knew there was still something about you I liked.” Benji said softly.

It took a while for Christina to adjust the words. “Wait, you? You like me?” Her voice sounded so queer. She completely regretted the words.

Benji shook his head. “No, I liked, past tense.”

Christina crouched her eye brows. She felt a little taken back by his words. “What ever.” She spat before walking to the studio. “Just help me get in.”

The next few minutes were silent as she watched Benji pick the lock of one of the doors with a paper clip.

“Where did you learn how to do this?” Christina whispered.

“Juvi, 6th grade.” He answered. When there was a quiet click on the other side of the door, Benji pulled it open and walked in. He turned and flashed Christina a smile. “Good times.”

Christina smiled too as she followed him in, a true bad boy.

Her keys were no where in sight, she even checked her bag once more before her and Benji retraced her steps.

“I have no idea where the hell they can be.” She said plopping down on a sofa in the recording booth. “I give up.” She said pulling out her phone.

“What are you doing?” Benji asked as he enter the booth.

“I’m calling for a taxi.” She answered.

Benji quickly grabbed the phone and closed it. “We can give you a ride.”

Trying to remain appreciative Christina shook her head. “No that’s okay, I don’t mind riding a taxi.” She said trying to grab the phone back.

“Honestly, we don’t mind an extra person. Where you staying?” He insisted.

To tired to argue Christina agreed. “The Sheraton.”

Benji chuckled, but didn’t bother to share his humor.

Christina rested a while longer before getting to her feet. “Should we wait outside?”

Benji shook his head. “No it’ll be a while.”

Christina flipped. “What? Why?”

“Because When I called Joel, he wasn’t alone…if you know what I mean.” Benji explained his eyes getting wide.

“Well how long do you think?” Christina really wanted to get back to her hotel room and sleep. She had a long day and was in for an even longer day tomorrow; right now sleep was the only thing she desired.

“An hour, maybe two.” Benji answered already bored with the topic. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a pad of paper.

Christina watched as he scribbled in it and then put it back in his pocket.

“What was th…”

“None of your business.” He cut her off as he pulled himself on top of the center table and sat, his eyes never left her.

Christina cleared her throat and lightly closed her eyes. But for some reason she couldn’t help blurting out the question. “How come you don’t like me?”

A long awaited smile seemed to have crossed the rocker’s face. It looked like he was dying to share a secret with her.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He drawled.

“I would.” She said seriously.

Benji’s humor subsided. “Why, you can’t stand to have people not like you?”

“I don’t care if people don’t like me, God half the world despises me, I just figured if I am going to be spending the next two hours with you, it mind as well be on good terms.” She admitted.

Benji held out his hands. “We are on good terms.” He said sarcastically

Christina gave up with the games. “Fine.” She mumbled. Before closing her eyes and leaning against the sofa.

She almost surrendered to sleep before his voice brought her back.

“One year.”

Her eyes snapped open. Benji was staring down at his converse shoes. She wondered if he was talking to her or not.

“What?” She didn’t understand.
He slowly looked up at her. “One whole year since that day on TRL. You said you wanted to meet.”

Christina still looked confused.

Benji exhaled deeply in annoyance. “You called in when Joel and I were hosting, you said you were going to arrange for us to me because you were interested in me too. And like a fucking idiot, I believed you.”

Christina didn’t know what to say. “well I…”

“You never wanted to meet me. It’s okay. I realized that after you didn’t call or return my calls in the past months. It was a parody, I got it, no big deal.” He finished by kicking off the table and walking out of the room.

Christina was shocked. She remembered the interview entirely now. She did say those things. But she thought it was all an act. She was just playing along. Benji Madden really did like her? She thought it was a parody on his behalf, a joke to get a rise out of fans. A rocker liking a pop star, yea right!

But it was true. And this past year he dreaded her for it. That wasn’t fair!

Christina angrily got up and walked out of the room as well. He was standing outside the door his back the wall leaning lazily against it. His arms were crossed over his chest and his head was hanging low.

“You know, you really need to stop believing all these stupid conclusions your twisted mind comes up with.” She shot at him.

At the sound of her voice his head darted up and his eyes met hers.

She went on, “Okay I had no idea you really liked me. I thought it was another stupid media scheme like Fred and Eminem played. So that’s why I ignored you. And when I called in I just played along because I just didn’t care. So don’t blame this thing on me, because if I did know, and if we did meet before, I’d probably do this.” Without thinking, she gabbed Benji’s face and brought it toward her.

Her lips captured his in a soft brush. She could feel his surprise at first, before his lips started to move along with hers. There mouths connected making some sort of exhilarating friction to a point where Christina found her body tingle all the way down to her toes. Benji’s arms unraveled from his chest and Christina felt them encircle her waist pulling her closer to his steel like body.

She moaned when she felt the bulge of his pants rub against her navel. As the kiss deepened, Christina parted her lips and allowed Benji to enter her mouth. His tongue slowly slipped past her lips before tasting her moist realm.

He was a great kisser, Christina didn’t think she’d be able to walk straight after this. She allowed him to victor her mouth and before she thought it couldn’t get any better, he left her mouth and began ravishing her neck.

Another moan escaped her mouth. What had gotten into her? Why did she all of a sudden feel the need to kiss this guy? What was it about Benji that made her want to slap and kiss him at the same time?

The thoughts disappeared when she felt his warm mouth suck gently at the base of her neck. One of her hands gripped the back of his neck as the other pulled the cap and bandana off his head. His hair was tousled, but was still easy to run her fingers through.

It was confusing what was happening. Two musicians stuck in the work place, making out. Yea, it definitely seemed wrong, but it felt so right.

She pulled his head up to her and kissed his lips, this time she sucked on the piercing in his lip tasting the sour metal.

He smiled in response and began pulling her shirt over her head. Christina barely gave it enough thought whether she wanted it to go this far before holding her arms up letting the material slip from her body. Benji tossed her tee to the floor before discarding his own shirt.

Now Christina had no idea who thought this guy was overweight, because it definitely didn’t show under the shirt. He was completely built. From abs to pecs to even nice biceps. There were also more tattoos that grazed it’s surface.

As she stared in awe at his chest Benji worked on her bra. In one flick of the wrist, it’s lacey protection was gone. Christina watched as he gazed at her breasts. His eyes were fixated and Christina felt like a nervous junior high girl.

“Not so flat anymore huh?” She teased, referring from earlier. He smiled and slowly shook his head; he gripped her waist and pulled her in. Christina arched her back as he bent and placed a small kiss on the sensitive flesh of her breast.

She hissed when she felt him take a nipple into his warm mouth. Benji was talented with his tongue. He knew exactly how to lick, flick, and slip. Christina was so worked over by the time he started working on her other nipple, she started grinding her moist center against his bulge.

When he moaned in appreciation, she pulled his head up for another hot kiss. This time, as their lips remained locked, Benji took the opportunity to pull Christina toward the room. Though she knew where they were going, she was still surprised when he broke the kiss and pushed her down to the sofa.

She helped him pull off her jeans and when he saw that she wasn’t wearing panties he groaned. Christina looked up at the topless rocker as he glowered down at her nakedness. She knew he was taking her in, but she felt like a worm squirming out of the rain.

He must’ve sensed her sudden uncomfort because before she covered herself with her hands he took them in his own and brought them to his lips where he lightly kissed each knuckle. He stared down at her with those dreamy brown eyes and Christina was lost herself again.

Slowly he knelt between her legs and pulled the top of his pants down to expose himself. Christina felt a lump in her throat. He was huge. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. She almost wondered if she should be scared for it to hurt. It hadn’t been a while since she last had sex. But that guy doesn’t compare to Benji.

She reached up and encircled an arm around his neck and brought him down on top of her, the warmth of his body consumed her. Benji kissed Christina’s lips lightly as he rubbed his erection against her opening. She knew he felt her wetness, she was ready.

As she enticed the kiss by entering his mouth, she privately winced as she felt him slowly enter her. Benji moaned softly when he was completely inside and Christina was thankful he didn’t start moving yet. She had to get used to the size and position. Instead of pumping right away, he just rocked his hips back and forth making the tip of his shaft push nicely against her sweet spot.

Christina moaned loudly as he glided over her spot. It kind of angered her that he found that private spot so quickly. But the anger was gone when he slowly began to pull out. She gripped his back when he pushed himself back in.

After the first three thrusts, Christina was used to the feeling and she began moving against Benji’s hips to entice the rhythm.

Their breathing quickened, and Christina felt her first hot wave hit her fast. With each thrust Benji nestled deeper in Christina. Their bodies rubbed against each other creating burning sweat, and their numb lips battled the other for dominance. Benji’s thrusts quickened, and Christina felt a rush of wanting to release, but Benji’s sudden thrusts prevented her from abyss.

She dug her nails in his back as she called out his name. Her legs were numb but she still found the strength to wrap them around his waist. She could feel her insides dying to let go, with every moan and breath.

Until finally with one final thrust, Benji called out Christina’s name and collapsed on top of her.

Both remained motionless as they tried to catch their breath. Then Christina felt Benji pick his head up and stare down at her. His brown eyes entrapped her blue ones. His hand of black polished finger nails pushed a sweaty bang off her forehead.

“I think I love you.” He whispered.

Christina blinked a few times not knowing if she just dreamed that up or if he was serious.

Exhaustion overwhelmed her before she could ask, and Christina fell into oblivious.

The feeling of a rumble on her chest caused Christina to jerk awake. Her phone vibrated as it struck three in the morning. He must’ve set it. The soft fabric of the sofa covered her naked body, Christina held it to herself as she stood up. She didn’t have to look around to notice she was alone. A small piece of paper rest on the center table.

Christina picked it up and read the sloppy handwriting.

Hey,
Sorry to leave but I had an early flight to catch. I hope the alarm on your phone wakes you, if not you’re gunna have a lot to explain to the company. Anyway I would’ve woken you but you looked so peaceful, and also, I didn’t want to give them back while you were awake, in case you got pissed. Especially now that we’re on good terms and all.

B

PS. I entered my number into your phone so give me a call if you’re not mad.

Christina crumbled the note in her hand in confusion before focusing on the table. A tiny spot on the table where her missing car keys were now resting.

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I hope you like the beginning. Let me know please.

Thanks,
Rain
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