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It's Your Choice	By : coldblood Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 2004 -:- 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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Disclaimer: I don't own Linkin Park... or any of the other bands that appear in this story either. Nor do I own a gun.

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Chester tiptoed out of his hotel room, looking this way and that for anyone who might spot him sneaking around the halls at such an ungodly hour.
There was, of course, no one.
But despite all these years of this, Chester was still very careful about who saw such escapades.
Obviously he’d much prefer if no one else saw it - hell, it would be hard to explain - especially to Samantha.
So with all this in mind, Chester slunk like a black cat down the hallway and up the stairs to the next floor, on and on until at last he reached the door he was looking for.
Room number 211.
With one last furtive glance around to make sure no one was in sight, Chester turned the door knob and entered the room.
The room was bathed in a warm golden glow, cast from scented candles around the room, the rose scent made Chester smile even before his chocolate hued eyes fell on the man sitting on the bed.
“Hello Bennington.” Mike smiled cheekily, with a hint of arrogance.
“Hello master.” Chester bowed deeply.
“Aw c’mon Chaz, cut the act. We’ll save that for later...” Mike smirked and stood up, walking over to the smaller man and embracing him tightly.
Chester slipped into Mike’s arms willingly, loving every second of hearing his heartbeat, feeling his chest rising and falling, yes, this was what heaven was, and if only things were different it wouldn’t so sinful...
Mike nuzzled Chester’s neck, making him sigh and arch back, letting the emcee’s warm breath caress his throat.
He shivered and closed his eyes when Mike began to nibble at him, rolling his lower lip over his neck to his shoulders, working all the way up to his ear and then across to the singer’s mouth.
Chester barely opened his eyes before Mike had captured his breath in an intense kiss.
They broke off and nuzzled, then kissed again, just as intensely, but Chester knew that Mike was only teasing him, drawing out his lust by refusing to fill him.
Chester pressed himself closer, wanting Mike to take him, to fill him with something that even Samantha couldn’t give him.
“Mike... Please...” Chester whispered between kisses.
“Shhh...” Mike pressed his long finger to Chester’s lips to silence him.
He smiled at Chester’s longing gaze and kissed him again, tightening the embrace and stroking his hands down the singer’s sides.
Chester basked in this gentle treatment, shivering when Mike caressed his ‘spot’, waiting with baited breath for the moment when Mike’s intimacy would become sadistic.
God how he wanted him!
Mike stroked his hands down Chester’s back and clasped his ass, pulling him towards his crotch.
Chester was already aware of Mike’s hardening erection, but it was the touch of such a beautiful thing that aroused him even more.
His own manhood reacted likewise, jutting against his cargoes in a way that surely Mike couldn’t ignore.
But he did, only kissing him and lingering over the hickeys darkening on Chester’s neck before he even appreciated Chester’s arousal.
Mike brushed his fingers over Chester’s rod and smirked at the sigh that escaped the smaller man’s lips.
Suddenly he took hold of Chester’s shoulders and drove him onto the bed, pushing him down into the pillows and climbing on top of him, kissing him aggressively, flaring Chester’s want even more.
“Please Mike... Please...” Chester pleaded.
A flat hand collided with the side of Chester’s face.
“Address me properly bastard!” Mike growled.
Chester moaned, his cock was aching for release, but Mike had to be obeyed.
“Yes master. Forgive me master.” Chester whispered.
Mike kissed him hard, flicking his tongue skillfully around inside Chester’s mouth.
They broke off just long enough for Chester to draw breath and continue, Mike’s long hands running fingers through his hair, letting Chester’s own touch dance across the emcee’s back.
How long had he gone without this?
It seemed forever, but he was here now, Mike was able to play his role now - and the eternal wait was over.
“Master - please!” Chester screamed after what seemed hours.
Mike grinned that irresistible Mikey Smile and reached into his back pocket, retrieving a bottle and laying it on the bed next to Chester whose chest was already heaving, his breath already labored, anticipating, pleading.
Mike loved how he had such an effect on Chester.
He pulled a pocket knife from his other pocket and flicked the blade, smirking slightly at Chester’s desperate gaze.
It just screamed ‘fuck me now bastard!’, but Mike wasn’t finished yet, foreplay always had to be a focus.
Mike slipped the blade under Chester’s shirt, holding the singer’s hand as he flinched from the icy metal touch - then with a sudden swipe - the material was ripped.
Mike set aside the knife and gripped the two pieces in either hand, kissing Chester’s hair line, then up to his bellybutton, then ripped the material more and continued up the path in the same fashion, kissing Chester’s warm body, ripping more of the shirt and kissing the newly exposed flesh.
Chester lay back, sighing and moaning as Mike played with him, teasing him - giving him everything but what he wanted.
Mike could really be a bitch sometimes.
It was all good though.
At last the tatters of the shirt were removed, and Mike began to undress Chester slowly, seductively - driving Chester absolutely nuts, but he had to remain loyal. In this, Mike was the master.
Chester lay naked on the bed, watching with a transfixed gaze as Mike began a striptease.
He wasn’t even aware of how long it was taking Mike to remove his clothing; all he could make sense of was that it was taking forever.
“You ready Bennington?” Mike asked with a smirk.
It was a stupid question - Chester was so ready he would do anything for release.
“Yes - yes master...” Chester managed to speak.
Mike threw the knife off the bed and then grabbed the bottle, pouring only just enough of the contents onto his hand to cover Chester.
He stroked his fingers around Chester’s entrance, inserting a finger and then two, back out again and he tested three.
“Master...” Chester groaned.
“Silence, Bennington.” Mike murmured coolly.
He took a bit more of the clear gel into his palms and covered himself.
“Back to me bastard!” Mike barked, roughly jerking Chester over.
Chester rolled onto his front and spread his legs, waiting, expecting...
Mike slapped Chester’s hands together and tied them by the wrists duct tape, then cut the tape with his teeth and threw the roll on the floor.
“I want you to scream for me Bennington; I want to hear you scream long... And loud.” Mike whispered into Chester’s ear.
Suddenly Mike thrust himself in - Chester accidentally let loose a scream even more passionate than those in the songs, then another, much the same.
Mike slid himself back out, then thrust in again, groaning as he felt Chester’s orifice tighten around him, the warmth inside, the want, the desperation - hell he could feel all of Chester this way.
Slowly, to Chester - far too slowly, Mike began to speed up, eventually going as fast as he would allow himself, pumping as hard as he could, screaming indistinguishable things amidst Chester’s own cries.
“Miiiiiiike - shiiiiAHHHHHH!!!” Chester broke out of his role - screaming as the orgasm shuddered up through his entire body.
Mike didn’t punish him for the lapse - he was too caught up in his own rapture, rocking in and out of Chester’s body as fast as he possibly could.
Suddenly Mike screamed and slammed his fists down on Chester’s back and dug in his nails - groaning as he too fell into the clutches.
They were both panting, sweating, Chester aching from the treatment, Mike, exhausted by his exertions.
Mike pulled himself from Chester who rolled back over, reaching for Mike and letting the emcee crawl back on top of him and kiss him, then he climbed off the bed and took back the knife and cut Chester’s bonds.
He flicked the pocketknife back to the floor and climbed back on top of Chester’s sweating body.
They kissed for a while, Mike, nipping Chester’s bottom lip and playing with his lip ring and Chester, caressing Mike’s body with his fingers.
After ages, they shifted and got up, holding hands as they walked over the bathroom and got the spa ready.

“Ugh Chaz man, this is good...” Mike grinned as he slipped into the warm water.
“Yeah? Shit - it is good. Needs more bubbles though.” Chester grinned and tipped some more bubble solution into the water and swished it around, then hopped in.
Mike snuggled next to Chester.
“Dude, you really need to wash your hair.” Chester observed with a frown.
“Not as much as you need to wash yours.” Mike retorted.
“Ah -” Chester grinned. “This is where it’s great to be in the same bath.”
“Why? So I don’t have to lube you up?” Mike smirked.
“No - you don’t have to wash your own hair.” Chester laughed and squirted shampoo into Mike’s hair and started scrubbing.

“Dude... I’m going to fall asleep... Finish up - it’s my turn.” Mike yawned after a while.
Chester did as he was told and washed the conditioner from Mike’s thick black hair, then Mike began to do Chester’s, massaging the sweet scented cream into his blond crew cut.
“I love you Mike.” Chester murmured.
“I love you too.” Mike kissed him lightly on the lips.
They were silent for a moment.
“Would you do anything for me Chester?” Mike asked seriously, in a way that sounded like he wasn’t sure.
“Of course I would.” Chester replied without any hesitation.
“Would you really Chaz? I know it’s hard for you to trust...” Mike trailed off awkwardly.
“I’m over it okay Mike? It’s bad enough with fans making up the stories! Look, I’m okay now. That shit is dead. I’m over it.” Chester snapped, shampoo flecking on his nose as he shook his head.
Mike had this knack for bringing back memories that he’d rather forget.
“Okay, okay... I’m sorry. Chaz, there’s something I want you to do for me when we’re done. I’ll tell you about it when we get there.” Mike stopped talking and started washing the shampoo out, then massaging conditioner in.
Chester went to say something but thought better of it and let Mike finished his hair.
When they had soaked for a while, they climbed out and lovingly toweled each other down.
“You stay here.” Mike smiled seductively and stepped out of the bathroom, shutting the door.
Chester, as usual, did as he was told and sat there in his birthday suit waiting for Mike to come back.
Mike reentered the room and handed Chester freshly laundered clothing.
“Get dressed - c’mon, we don’t have all night...” Mike urged.
Chester raised an eyebrow at Mike’s haste.
“Come on Chaz!” The emcee barked.
“I’m going - I’m going! Geez - take it easy!” Chester sighed, hurrying up, only to find he put his shirt on backwards, so he took it off and tried again before finally being ready.
“C’mon.” Mike took hold of Chester’s hand and led him out of the room and down the hallway.
“Dude, where’re we going?” Chester asked as Mike practically dragged him along.
“Just follow me.” Mike said calmly.
He led Chester to a door marked ‘234’ and held onto the door handle.
“Close your eyes.” He demanded.
“What?” Chester blinked.
“Just close your eyes.” Mike sighed.
Chester closed them and heard the door opening; he felt Mike’s hands guiding him as he was led into the room.
He heard the door lock.
“Stand here. Keep your eyes closed! Take this...” Mike said and let go.
Chester stood still, and had something pressed in his hands.
It was cool, like metal...
“Mike...” Chester was cut off.
“Open them.” Mike demanded softly.
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