Lying Lies and Dirty Secrets | By : Belah Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2279 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Avenged Sevenfold. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Title: Lying Lies and Dirty Secrets
Author: Belah
Pairing: It’s a Surprise…
Rating: NC-17 (Smut. Slash.)
Disclaimer: I do not know, own or have any affiliation with the members of Avenged Sevenfold. They are merely, a physical base for the characters that I create in my stories and I mean no slanderous or hurtful intentions towards them. This fiction is but that, fiction. It is a mere reflection of images produced by my mind.
Note: The title is taken from part of a new Coheed and Cambria song. Go buy the CD it’s amazing.
His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head back. Our eyes met briefly before the kiss resumed. It was passionate. The kiss was like a sundae, warm and cold and thick and rich. It slid past my lips and rolled over my tongue, melting me from the inside out. I sank into that kiss and craved more as we broke apart panting.
He was already pressed hard and aching between my thighs. I knew he was waiting for permission, for the okay to fuck me. I smirked and rolled onto my stomach. The movement urged him back on his knees. I could feel his eyes on my skin as I offered my ass up to him. I rested the weight of my body on my arms and chest and rose onto my knees. “Fuck me...” I whispered the words and licked my dried lips, aching for him.
He wasted no time obeying my plea as his lube-slicked cock penetrated the tight ring of muscles. I threw my head back in a low, growling moan. “More.”
If it were possible he pushed himself deeper, filling me to the point of discomfort. Then he stopped. I writhed and moaned against him until he gripped my wrists and forced me flatter to the mattress, my chest to the sheets, his to my back. The angle made him feel deeper, sharper. I moaned and felt my eyes flutter closed. I opened them and looked over my shoulder into his eyes. I gave him a look that said more than words could, a look that demanded more than he’d ever be able to deliver but he’d never stop trying.
He drew his hips back and brought them forward in fluid motions, over and over until my head swam with lust and pleasure. I fought against his hands, craved to gain control while I clawed at his fingers and bit at his flesh, hating how torturously slow his thrust had become. He growled into my ear and drove himself harder and faster until I swore my body would rip in two and still I begged him for more. His teeth sank into the tender flesh of my throat and tore at the skin. The first droplets of blood trickled down my neck as I screamed in pain. He stopped then to kiss where he’d ravaged. Tenderly, oh so gently he nursed the torn and bloodied area while his hips slowly resumed the fluid thrusts it had abandoned. I moaned into the warm, flush skin of his arm and bit down to suppress the scream growing in my throat as his cock pressed into my prostate repeatedly with each thrust.
Everything stopped.
The world melted away, his body fell from mine and my vision went black. It was nothing I’d ever felt before. It was simultaneously wonderful and yet so excruciatingly painful. I felt as if someone had peeled back the layers of my skin to expose the nerves underneath but they caressed them, stroked them and teased them until the pain merged with the pleasure. I came back to myself, screaming and worrying at the skin of his arm, thrashing and moaning. I came hard into the sheets, the warmth of my release seeped around my skin and from behind I felt his release as well, his cum as it filled me and seeped down between my thighs in a slow sticky trail.
His frail body collapsed forward and pressed me down into the mattress. I groaned with the added wait, desperately panting to regain my breath. I could hear the smile as he sucked in gulps of air, as out of breath as I was. I bit and sucked gently at his arm, enjoying the taste of his skin in my mouth. I marked him as my own repeatedly. I could not have cared less what others would say when they laid eyes upon the countless bruises and lesions I’d inflicted upon his pale skin. He was mine and everyone would know it. Just as they would know me as his by the seeping teeth marks that were vibrantly etched into my throat.
“Mine.” His word was firm and left no room for argument as he nuzzled and nursed the sore area.
I smiled contently and lay there, enjoying the afterglow of what we’d just done. Nothing could make this moment anymore perfect.
“Zacky? Matt?” the shocked voice choked out. I lifted my eyes to find Val staring down at us with tears brimming in her eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to truly care as she turned and ran from the room.
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