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One Step Closer	By : EnchanteNoir Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 2069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Linkin Park. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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~Hello everyone Lady Aqualyne here with yet another story. This one a Crossover between Chester Bennington and Jonathan Davis from KoRn... I did this story because it was a challenge to me by one Cat from the site RockFic.Com... I did it because she answered a songfic challenge by me a while ago, and this just had to be written. I decided to post it here since I just finished posting it on Rockfic.com and I wanted everyone here to be able to read it too and to let me know what you all think about it... so that means enjoy the story and REVIEW! Please? Pretty Please?~

ONE STEP CLOSER

“Quiet on the set!” the Director yelled looking around at everyone making sure they were silent. He was exhausted, it was written all over his face, and yet he appeared all the more business because of it, they had to get this scene done… today.

“One Step Closer Scene Five Take 47.”

“Action!”

As the music began the lights on the scene opened up on Chester Bennington holding his head shaking it back and forth as if trying to get something out of his head or to shut out a sound. Suddenly a blood red light lit up in a corner of the room where one Jonathan Davis was suspended as if in midair, chains hanging from the walls held up his arms, cuffs attached to his wrists. His dark almond shaped eyes locked on the camera as he began to sing his gaze sensual and yet highly dark with an erotic feel.

These are the places where I can feel
Torn from my body my flesh it peels
During this rightly concurring balmy night

“I’m about to break!” Chester started shaking his eyes opening as he stood slowly from his crouched position moving slowly toward the darker male, Jonathan’s now lowered head slowly raised. Jonathan’s gaze seemed to darken to a mysterious look one that was for Chester alone, the desire playing within them, the erotic happenings between them almost a secret it seemed, and yet one they enjoyed sharing as Chester raised his arm and the whip cracked across Jonathan’s chest a “wound” opening up on Jonathan’s back and began to spill blood, and Jonathan shook in pain a slight moan falling from his lips his head lowering before they raised to see Chester gone and once more the male was alone…

Waiting alone I cannot resist
Feeling this hate I have never missed
Please someone give me a reason to rip off my face

The wounds on Jonathan’s body as Jonathan fought his bonds began to bleed more profusely as he closed his eyes as if in slight debate to fight or to continue to receive the pain. His eyes raised slowly even as the blood began to run down his back in slow rivers. Chester “reappeared” in front of him once more approaching slowly. Their eyes locked to one another Chester’s angry, Jonathan’s full of a mocking lust that seemed to draw the other man in. Chester moved right up to him and ran his tongue up Jonathan’s chest tasting the blood that fell, before backing up and shaking his head while holding it in his hands, Chester looked as if Jonathan was making him lose his mind.

Blood is a pouring
And Pouring
And Pouring
And Pouring

By the third “And Pouring” fake blood began to shower Jonathan from above and he raised his head to the onslaught his back arching in pleasure as he began to fight his bonds wanting free to instigate so much more to happen. The strobe light shone out of no where and began to flicker on the scene, creating a dark, erotic, sadistic scene fitting for such a song, Jonathan’s head shot up suddenly and his gaze locked on Chester’s just as the other male looked up.

And Pouring
And Pouring
And Pouring
And Pouring
And Pouring

Jonathan began to move forward erotically though his bonds wouldn’t let him go far, the look on his face one of pure pleasure and pain, of a hunger for the male before him that he wouldn’t let continue to be denied. Chester shook his head dropping right out of character once again for what seemed like to Jonathan the hundredth time that day, the cause for so many takes. Everyone who had been silent until now praying for a miracle cursed.

“Fuck this.”

“CUT! CUT! CUT! FUCKING CUT! BENNINGTON!”

Chester knew he had fucked up again, but he couldn’t help it. The way Jonathan looked covered in blood, a strobe light flickering off his practically naked body, staring at him with such a lust was just too much to take. Turning quickly and storming off the set he shook off Mike who ran over to stop him from leaving and slammed the set door as he moved outside, he needed air.

“I give up! I fucking give up! Until Bennington gets his fucking act together no work is going to get done today. Everyone just fucking go on break for two hours and someone please fucking try to get that boy to stop flipping out during the scene. Get him something to calm the fuck down before I lose my mind and quit!” The Director’s face was red with his fury as he kicked over his own chair and stormed off the set many others just as pissed followed including the rest of Linkin Park.

Jonathan Davis on the other hand was a completely different story, he stood there in silent watching everyone’s temper tantrums and felt furious himself, but not so much at them for being angry, but disgusted either way that they were. If anyone had a right to be pissed the fuck off right now it was him, he was the one hanging from fucking chains, having blood sprayed on him, licked, sporting a fucking massive erection, and yet everyone else was pissed because Chester kept fucking up. No, they didn’t have a right to be pissed; they weren’t the ones having to do this shit for damn near fifty takes! Once the blood was cleaned off of him he waved everyone to go off on their own for their break, he on the other hand was waiting on Chester to return, it was high time that little fucking coward got taught what it meant to have balls.

Chester blew out the smoke between his lips before his tongue started playing with his lip ring. Everyone was pissed at him, he could tell by the dirty looks they were giving him as they were walking out, hell he didn’t blame them, the Director was irate, and though he understood didn’t mean he liked it. Flicking his cigarette away from him he pushes off the wall with his hands in his pockets making his way back toward the set. They could be pissed all they wanted, it wasn’t going to change a goddamn thing, unless they wanted to get in front of Jonathan with blood spraying down them and have him look at them like they were a platter to be savored. It wasn’t that he was a coward, but he was trying to save his own goddamn sanity here. It had been hard enough hearing his voice when they had been laying the track down together, and with the crush he had on Jonathan it was anyone’s guess how they had gotten through the song period even to sing it together in the first place.

You’re a coward Bennington… just face the facts. Chester smirked at his own conscience. Yeah maybe he was a coward, but goddamn what was he supposed to do, just say “Hey Jonathan, I’ve been dreaming about fucking you to this song since we first laid the track for it…could you maybe help me get over it so I can get through the shoot without becoming insane over you?” yeah the fuck right. He could see how well that shit would go, he’d end up flat on his back after having been knocked right the fuck out by Davis. Shaking his head at his own thoughts he moved into the set and looked around noticing Jonathan leaning against the wall having a cigarette. Raising a brow he looked around noticing no one else was around; well shit… this was bad. He was alone with him now.

“Everyone left?”

“Yep…” Jonathan didn’t even bother raising his head as he answers; he could hear the hesitation in Chester’s voice when he asked the question. So now the little fuck was afraid to be alone with him. He almost wanted to laugh, and if he hadn’t been so pissed he probably would have. What’s the matter Bennington… scared I’ll realize your little secret? As if it wasn’t fucking obvious to anyone with a pinch of common sense. Chester had wanted him since they first sung the fucking song together, it had been obvious to him then, but he hadn’t acted on it because he usually didn’t mix business with pleasure, but Chester was doing that regardless, and it was affecting their work and Jonathan didn’t play that shit. Business was business, and regardless of the situation one should be able to conduct themselves in such a manner, but it seemed Chester couldn’t do that on his own, and thus he was going to have to break his code to get this the fuck over with and out of the way so they could get some goddamn work done.

“What the fuck is your problem Bennington?”

Chester blinked at the sudden harshness of Jonathan’s tone, stopping in his trek over to the set he turned to look at Jonathan, raising a brow. His heart was hammering, and he could feel himself beginning to sweat. Fuck. He didn’t like that question at all, dare he tell him the truth? Oh yeah Bennington sure why not get your teeth knocked the fuck down your throat on top of the rest of the bullshit that’s happened during this shitty day?

“I-I’m just having a bad day that’s all…”

Jonathan’s gaze hardened as the lie fell from Chester’s lips he shoved away from the wall and walked right up to the other man and kept stalking him as Chester backed up right against the opposite wall.

“You’re full of shit Bennington, and to make matters worse you’re a fucking coward.”

“W-What? What’s your fucking problem Davis?” Chester could feel himself growing pissed on top of the fear that was coursing through his veins.

“What’s my problem? What the fuck is your problem? Do you think I like having fucking blood poured over me all goddamn day because you can’t get your fucking act together?” Jonathan growled locking his gaze to Chester’s only to see him turn his head away.

“Uh uh… not this time Bennington…” Jonathan sneered before grabbing Chester’s chin and forcing him to look him in the eyes. “Look at me… this is full of shit and you know it, and I am not going to watch this goddamn director walk off the set and quit because you can’t keep your fucking head out of your dick.”

“J-Jonathan…”

“SHUT UP! Listen to me Chester… I’ve noticed from the get go, and yet you were always too fucking cowardly to tell me what you thought when we were in the studio… I let it slide then, because it wasn’t interfering with our work, but now it is and its become a fucking problem… one I am not going to put up with do you understand me?”

“N-No…”

“God are you still in fucking denial? That’s it…” Jonathan felt his temper snap then and shoved Chester from the wall and toward the set watching the smaller man crash down to the floor. “Start the scene Bennington… I’ll show you why I am one of the worse fucking people to work with. Now.”

Chester was shaking, shit was way out of his fucking control. Did Jonathan really know? What sort of fucking game was he playing at? He heard the sound of the music hit his ears as Jonathan turned on the sound system and moved to his spot on the set. All the lights and special effects were set up to play automatically when the music came on. Chester didn’t want to risk Jonathan’s wrath so he started the scene with the shaking of his head rocking back and forth. He really did suddenly want the music out of his head, as the red light his Jonathan his eyes raised to look toward him.

“These are the places where I can’t feel… torn from my body my flesh it peels during this rightly, concurring, balmy night.”

“I’m about to break!” Chester began shaking this time not faking it at all, just like all the other times as he stood slowly and moved toward Jonathan watching him raise his head and look him dead in the eyes. His body responded as it had the entire day, his arousal grew and began throbbing hungrily, and it took everything in him not to literally rip of Jonathan’s clothing instead of his face. The whip cracked again and Chester watched the wound appear on Jonathan’s flesh before “disappearing once more.”

“Waiting alone, I cannot resist… Feeling this hate, I have never missed… Please, someone, give me a reason to rip off my face…”

Chester reappeared on the set and moved right up to Jonathan slowly his eyes angry, Jonathan’s mocking lust, and yet he still moved up to him holding his gaze and ran his tongue slowly up the other male’s chest a moan falling from his lips before he backed up shaking his head as if he was in danger of losing his mind, gripping his head like a madman.

“Blood is a pouring… and pouring, and pouring, and pouring” the blood began to shower onto Jonathan again as he raised his head to welcome the downpour before his head shot forward and his eyes locked to the advancing Bennington.

“And pouring, and pouring, and pouring, and pouring, and pouring…”

Chester cursed just as Jonathan started to move erotically against his bonds as if fighting them for the release he wanted only from him. He turned to walk off, not able to do it even with it just being the two of them, but this time unlike the other’s Chester felt his wrist being grabbed and he was suddenly forcefully yanked to Jonathan.

“Stop being a coward!” Jonathan yelled harshly into Chester’s face before capturing his lips in a forceful kiss not giving a damn about the blood showering the both of them.

Chester gasped out in surprise as his lips were captured holding onto Jonathan for dear life, afraid that if he let go he was going to collapse to the ground. Chester moaned as Jonathan wasted no time in sweeping his tongue within his mouth capturing his breath and forcing him into a pleasurable kiss that swept him off his feet. Suddenly flooded with pleasure Chester shoved Jonathan back against the wall and deepened the kiss, turning it passionate and yet bruising. Holy shit… he was kissing Jonathan Davis!

Jonathan’s head swam as he returned Chester’s kiss and didn’t even care that he was forcefully pushed against the wall supporting his back. A growl of pleasure fell from his lips as Chester pushed his hips into his grinding their erections against one another’s. Fuck but could this boy kiss! Jonathan ran his hand up Chester’s back, to his neck, and into his black locks pulling the boy’s head back and breaking the kiss before turning the tables and shoving him back against the wall. He wasted no time in pulling Chester’s shirt from his body and capturing his lips again tasting him once more, flooding his mouth with a taste Jonathan was sure he’d never tasted before. Chester was unique… and it was exciting. Breaking the kiss as Chester’s hands slid up his body he pulled back allowing him to remove his shirt as well. Taking his hand Jonathan pulled Chester from the wall and to the floor before moving down above him.

Chester looked up at Jonathan, watching the other male’s hair fall over his naked shoulders. Shit… he was dreaming he had to be, because if he was he better not fucking wake up until this was over. Running his hands slowly up Jonathan’s chest he mapped out the other’s body a moan falling from his lips as Jonathan grinded against him.

“Fast or slow?”

Chester almost missed his words but opened his eyes to look into those dark orbs he had been losing himself in. Fuck… no one deserved to be this goddamn good looking. They didn’t have time for this, they could be caught any moment, and yet he wanted him more than anything, and he didn’t want to risk Jonathan changing his mind.

“We don’t have time for foreplay… fast.”

Jonathan smirked and undid Chester’s pants, removing them, then his own but not before pulling the small bottle of lube out of his back pocket. At Chester’s shocked look he laughed shaking his head as he unscrewed the cap and poured some of the contents over his hand.

“Never know when one might get laid… remember that,” slowly Jonathan slid his hand between Chester’s legs and down between twin half moons, allowing a single digit to slide between and caress, enjoying the moan that fell from Chester’s lips. Locking his eyes on the other male he slid a single digit within him slowly then out before inserting it again this time much deeper, stroking that pleasure spot within him, and watching Chester begin to squirm.

“Ohhhh shhhit!… Jonathan, forget preparing me, just fuck me already!” Chester cried out as he reached up and grabbed Jonathan’s head forcing him down for a kiss, even as the other male lubed himself up.

Jonathan understood his need, he could feel Chester throbbing when he had stroked deep inside of him, breaking the kiss he positioned himself even as the song began to repeat itself, but he could barely hear the music as he thrust within him lifting his hips to meet him causing Chester to let out one of those screams he was famous for in his songs. Jonathan stopped and looked at him as both breathed heavily.

“You ok?”

“I will be if you start fucking moving!”

Jonathan wasted no time after that admission before pulling out and thrusting back in, this time steadily moving his hips in a rhythm that matched the music that played. As his lines came up Jonathan smirked slowing his thrusts to match the beat and began to sing in Chester’s ear wanting to see if he could force Chester past his need to flip out during the lines.

“Waiting alone I cannot resist, feeling this hate I have never missed, please someone give me a reason to rip off my face… blood is a pouring, and pouring, and pouring, and pouring, a pouring, a pouring, a pouring, a pouring, a pouring…” Jonathan moaned before whispering in Chester’s ear.

“Sing”

“Shut up when I’m talking to you! SHUT UP”

Jonathan smiled and upped his thrusts, moving in and out of Chester like a madman, but goddamn this boy was tight, and the pleasure he felt rippling through the other man was unlike anything he’d ever felt before… Chester’s screams were right on… Jonathan began thrusting into him hard, while stroking Chester’s throbbing length, on each of their back and forth lines.

“Blood is pouring!”

“Shut Up!”

“Blood is pouring!”

“Shut up!”

“Blood is pouring!”

“Shut up when I’m talking to you! SHUT UP”

“Blood is pouring!”

“Shut up!”

“Blood is pouring”

“Shut up!”

“Blood is pouring!”

“Shut up! I’m about to come!”

Both of them screamed out their pleasure as Chester suddenly shattered into a million pieces his body convulsing as his orgasm rocked him and Jonathan followed pouring his seed deep within Chester’s body both of them shaking violently before as the song ended they collapsed, Chester to the ground, and Jonathan on top of him, both breathing heavily.

“That… was… insane…”

“Yeah… but you got through your lines, even if you messed up the last one…”

Chester laughed unable to help it, but his laughter was cut short as Jonathan took his lips in a slow and passionate kiss. Both of them laid in bliss for a few moments longer until they both had to get up and clean off. They finished dressing and straightening up just in time, as everyone walked back in both were leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette Chester couldn’t help but blush and lowered his head looking away from the still irate Director.

“Think you can get through the scene now Mr. Bennington?”

Chester raised his head as the Director spoke then looked over at Jonathan seeing him nod he laughed before pushing away from the wall and put his cigarette out in the ashtray. Moving over to the set he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

“Why don’t we find out?”

Mike raised a brow looking back and forth between Chester and Jonathan before moving over to Chester and grabbing his wrist he stopped him speaking softly to him.

“You sure man?”

“Yeah… won’t know until we try Mikey.” Chester grinned and moved into place on the floor as Jonathan was strapped into the chains hanging from the wall.

Mike shrugged his shoulders and moved over to his guitar and picked it up. He didn’t know what happened between those two, but whatever Jonathan did he hoped it helped Chester, because he knew if the scene didn’t get done in this take the Director was going to quit, and they just couldn’t afford that to happen right now, not with the deadline being tomorrow.

As the music began the lights on the scene opened up on Chester Bennington holding his head shaking it back and forth as if trying to get something out of his head or to shut out a sound. Suddenly a blood red light lit up in a corner of the room where one Jonathan Davis was suspended as if in midair, chains hanging from the walls held up his arms, cuffs attached to his wrists. His dark almond shaped eyes locked on the camera as he began to sing his gaze sensual and yet highly dark with an erotic feel.

These are the places where I can feel
Torn from my body my flesh it peels
During this rightly concurring balmy night

“I’m about to break!” Chester started shaking his eyes opening as he stood slowly from his crouched position moving slowly toward the darker male, Jonathan’s now lowered head slowly raised. Jonathan’s gaze seemed to darken to a mysterious look one that was for Chester alone, the desire playing within them, the erotic happenings between them almost a secret it seemed, and yet one they enjoyed sharing as Chester raised his arm and the whip cracked across Jonathan’s chest a “wound” opening up on Jonathan’s back and began to spill blood, and Jonathan shook in pain a slight moan falling from his lips his head lowering before they raised to see Chester gone and once more the male was alone…

Waiting alone I cannot resist
Feeling this hate I have never missed
Please someone give me a reason to rip off my face

The wounds on Jonathan’s body as Jonathan fought his bonds began to bleed more profusely as he closed his eyes as if in slight debate to fight or to continue to receive the pain. His eyes raised slowly even as the blood began to run down his back in slow rivers. Chester “reappeared” in front of him once more approaching slowly. Their eyes locked to one another Chester’s angry, Jonathan’s full of a mocking lust that seemed to draw the other man in. Chester moved right up to him and ran his tongue up Jonathan’s chest tasting the blood that fell, before backing up and shaking his head while holding it in his hands, Chester looked as if Jonathan was making him lose his mind.

Blood is a pouring
And Pouring
And Pouring
And Pouring

By the third “And Pouring” fake blood began to shower Jonathan from above and he raised his head to the onslaught his back arching in pleasure as he began to fight his bonds wanting free to instigate so much more to happen. The strobe light shone out of no where and began to flicker on the scene, creating a dark, erotic, sadistic scene fitting for such a song, Jonathan’s head shot up suddenly and his gaze locked on Chester’s just as the other male looked up.

And Pouring
And Pouring
And Pouring
And Pouring
And Pouring

Chester stood and moved right up to Jonathan their eyes staring into one another as Chester shook his head in denial before he suddenly snapped and slapped Jonathan causing blood to fall from his mouth and run down his chin.

SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!
SHUT UP!
BLOOD IS POURING!

Chester began to hold his head again, pulling on his hair, covering his ears trying to shut out the sound of Jonathan’s voice even as Jonathan broke the chains.

SHUT UP!
BLOOD IS POURING!

Jonathan yanked Chester up and the two faced off staring into each other’s eyes Jonathan’s full of lust, Chester’s full of denial and hatred.

SHUT UP!
BLOOD IS POURING!
SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!

Chester shoved Jonathan against the wall and the two began a fight scene and Chester ended up on the ground with Jonathan beneath him, Chester straddled him as he shook him insanely, but with the strobe light it looked like they were fucking. Talk about fan service.

SHUT UP!
BLOOD IS POURING!
SHUT UP!
BLOOD IS POURING
SHUT UP!
BLOOD IS POURING
SHUT UP!
I’M ABOUT TO BREAK!

“CUT!”

As the director yelled Jonathan and Chester stared down at each other with laughter sparkling in their eyes, even as the Director and everyone else was cheering and yelling happy as hell that Chester had managed to get through the scene. It was the one scene they had saved for last and the editing people immediately added it to the scenes already done and began to fix it up so everyone could see the precut of the music video. Chester was yanked up by everyone surrounding him and Jonathan and hugged and cheered despite his being covered in blood.

Mike helped Jonathan up and shook his hand once he was standing before smirking, “I don’t know what you did to him, but whatever it was it worked.”

“Sometimes… someone needs a little push to get past their issues, and sometimes someone needs to have their eyes opened in order for one to realize what was right in front of their face the entire time.” Jonathan smiled as he answered Mike, though his eyes were on Chester. Yes… sometimes someone did need an eye opener, and damn did he get one. Moving to Chester he spun him around and gave him a hug, but no one would hear the words that he said, nor would anyone see him slip a piece of paper into Chester’s pocket.

“We both learned something today Bennington… perhaps we can continue to learn together.” Jonathan smirked and let him go as the Director spoke.

“Congratulations everyone that’s a wrap! Now come over here and view the new video!”

Chester was staring at Jonathan, and both had only eyes for each other at the moment. He had heard the other man completely and he was currently blushing heavily. He smirked as Jonathan simply smiled and took his hand leading him over to view the new video. Yes… maybe they could learn more together, Chester sure as hell was going to give it a try.

“What do you think he did Mike?”

“What?” Mike turned away from the sight of Jonathan and Chester before looking over to his lover in Joe.

“What do you think Jonathan did to make Chester get passed the scene?” Joe leaned against Mike watching the others move to crowd the small monitor.

“I don’t know baby… but I have a feeling that we’ll be seeing a lot more of Jonathan Davis.” Mike smirked and took Joe’s hand so they could go and join the others for the preview of the video, life was sure about to get interesting for Linkin Park.

The End.

~Well there you have it everyone… the story… I hope you all enjoyed and I must say DAMN I am proud of this one. Whew… let me tell you, picturing that scene in my head has my heart racing. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing this, please review, and Cat I hope this was everything you wanted and so much more. Oh yeah and everyone please REVIEW! ~

~PS. The True Queen of the Damned shall be updated as well sometime this weekend. I don't have classes at College on Monday due to President's Day so I have time to write. YAY!~
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