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Those Wild, Aching Nights	By : WickedxHearts Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1373 -:- 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.

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Title: Those Wild, Aching Nights
Author: Yours truly, WickedxHearts
Disclaimer: I own merely the plotline, this sadly is a work of fiction.
A/N:I started writing this at around ten and finished at two in the morning so sleep was kind of fogging my mind, excuse the major shittiness. It's a Jimmy/Johnny and Johnny/Surprise Pairing. ;) This is my second A7X fic. Please review!

Johnny= Johnny Christ
Brian Haner= Synyster Gates
Zacky Baker= Zacky Vengeance
Jimmy/James Sullivan= The Rev
Matt Sanders= M. Shadows
[Just to clarify...also, some of the above aren't even mentioned.]

Enjoy!

Those Wild, Aching Nights

The night was a wild one, typically normal under the circumcises. Being in another country after one of the best gigs of your life and fueled by the pressure of European kids pleading you to drink, to go out and get shitfaced on some noncommittal substance, it was all a perfect excuse for such high feelings. And the unspoken bond between metal band and stripper was also regular. Three for each man, one for each arm and the other could always find some type of way to keep herself all over him. A wild night indeed, alongside the drinks and highs and lustful activities that made a man’s mind faze. So it’s not so surprising when mobs rally and Zacky or Matt are engaged in a very nasty and most likely pointless and drunken fight. Blows are taken, blood is shed, insults are spat, and the crowds cheer for continuance rather than an end.

And so the rest of the band appears, if they aren’t too busy engaging in their own fun, and joins in on the battle fucking the kid up till he staggers to his knees. Matt is usually the one to end it, with a shot to the jaw and stomach. They attempt to stop short of getting sued or thrown in the holding cell but sometimes that’s not the case. But in the end they’re bailed out or released and then they flaunt it. Having a tainted record in not only your own country shows pretty bad predicament. But it’s all in a day’s job; fights, jail, liquor, lows, good fucks and bad ones, the live shows. It was part of Avenged Sevenfold’s music career.

Only such a lifestyle isn’t always fit for things. Like relationships…loving relationships…faithful relationships. So when Jimmy and Johnny come out and announce their hookup Matt is fastest to precaution them, warning them on how they can both get. They nod off the warnings, indulging themselves in a passionate kiss. As if passion itself will keep them together. Maybe for Johnny…but Jimmy was different. Jimmy was sick; and in more distorted ways than imaginable. He took pleasure in destruction and even more so in inflicting it. And he has the heaviest indulger on every level, the sex, the drugs, the drinks. He would set off and never turn back till morning came around and sickened his body beyond belief, ridding itself of the poison that polluted it. But he’d deal and Johnny would always be there to trace his fingers through his raven hair and press his lips toward his, tasting the bitter vomit on his tongue. But that was what he loved, Jimmy’s crazed antics, Jimmy’s out late nights spent on hallucinogens and oral sex, Jimmy’s retreat when he would come back crawling into bed with him and only him. Never would he miss a night because never would he share a bed with anyone but Johnny; because in truth he loved him, no matter what his actions had to say.

But one night was different because when Jimmy stumbled to the door of the room Johnny and him were sharing his knocks were not answered to as they usually would. He rasped louder and moaned in frustration, searching his pockets for keys. But when he entered and called for his lover there was nothing but an empty silence to reply. Johnny wasn’t there and there was no one for Jimmy to crawl into bed with.

He searched through the dim darkness for a note or anything but all he saw were the typical dirty clothing, packs of camels, and empty liquor bottles that littered the floor. Jimmy sighed and headed for the door, assuming this was one of those late night get-togethers. The rest of the guys would have them every once in a while, what else could explain Johnny’s absence? He walked towards Matt’s room a floor above, staggering slightly. It hadn’t been too fun a night, a few drinks, a lousy lay, but nothing great and Jimmy was rather looking forward to coming home to Johnny. But apparently Johnny had other things in mind. He neared the door suddenly freezing to the impossible noises he hoped he hadn’t heard. It was probably the three or so drinks taking their toll, nothing to worry about. But his fist hesitated above Shadow’s door because now the noises were coming in with better clarity. They were low, deep throated grumbles, swearing emitted by a raspy baritone voice; and the second voice, merging in time with the first. They were higher pitched whines and moans, soliciting to go ‘harder’ and ‘deeper’. It was Johnny’s voice; Johnny’s voice begging for Matt to dominate him.

Jimmy’s heart dropped and shattered along with his fist. Knocking, such a courteous gesture seemed out of mind then. He tried the door handle and was surprised to find it unlocked. That would have been the smart thing, if possible, to do. He made no try to remain quiet, rampaging in. And what he saw was terrorizing. His lover pressed deeply into bed sheets he had dared to sit on earlier that day never thinking about what took place on them, never thinking he even had to question it, with his longtime best friend’s cock buried far inside him. Their lips were clasped together, Matt pulling out to quickly refill him. Johnny tore his lips away, shrieking in bliss. It was only seconds to watch but still too much to bear for Jimmy.

“What the FUCK is going on?!” His presence was quickly known. Johnny’s eyes snapped to him, utter panic etched in them. Matt was fast to climb off the smaller man, cursing under his breath as he searched for his boxers.

“Jimmy…baby, I-”

“Don’t you dare fucking ‘baby’ me, Johnny!”

Jimmy had broke, his madness ignited and full charging. He lunged toward his lover but Matt was quick to stop him, pushing him back and sending them both reeling back away from the shouting Johnny, the shouts that Jimmy paid no mind to for he was to busy shrieking himself. “Get your dirty hands off me!” he snarled at Matt who was holding him by the arm painfully.

“Jim, calm the fuck-”

“Shut up, Matt! Don’t fucking tell me to calm down when I just-” he reeled back his fists, hitting the slightly shorter man square on the jaw and making him drop his grip and yelp out in pain. “-fucking-” another hit to the face; Matt’s yelps blending with Johnny’s protest to stop. “-walked in on you sleeping with MY boyfriend!” Jimmy’s blows ceased when Matt fell backward, flat on his ass and bruised along his jawbone. But he didn’t look beaten enough to have lost, only like he didn’t wish to go on. Maybe he knew he had no real justified reason to hit his friend before him.

But Jimmy didn’t waste his time, anger still soaring; he turned to his beloved boyfriend who was still lying on Matt’s bed tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. Jimmy stalked toward him pointing an accusing finger. He didn’t take time to notice that he had his own tears cascading down his cheeks. “You fucking cheated on me, Johnny! Cheated! And with him! With my goddamned best friend! How could you? Why would you?” He was inches from the small recoiling man but his screams never ceased in volume; dreadful pain evident in his words. He grabbed him, lifting him to his feet and against the wall. Johnny trembled beneath him, his cries more violent. “Bab- Jimmy...Jimmy please, stop it... Just let me explain.” Jimmy shook his head, pushing his lover back against the wall again, wanting to hurt him, to kill him for being such a cheat, a whore. “Don’t explain anything to me, you little slut!”

Jimmy was not a person to be screwed with in that way. He liked destruction and at the moment he felt like he could break anything he could get his hands on in two. Anger fueled his punches and abuses that he inflicted down onto his lover, tears still sliding down his pale cheeks. Johnny scream, begging for forgiveness, for him to stop, to please stop hurting him that he still loved him. But Jimmy heard none of it. Matt was quickly on him though, tearing the irrepressible Jimmy away from the small bruised and battered man. But Jimmy never stopped yelling, as if he hadn’t noticed being torn away. Even as Matt’s fist collided with his chest sending him stumbling back he didn’t stop.

“I was faithful to you all this time, Johnny! I never cheated on you with any of our friends, nobody that would really hurt you! You said you fucking loved me, baby!”

“Jimmy stop!” Matt growled, slamming his back against the wall by the collar, lifting him with one arm and pinning his wrist in the other.

“I do love you!” Johnny said from behind Matt. Jimmy stared at him coldly, looking at his naked lover before him lying to him. He couldn’t stand it. He squirmed under Matt’s hold but it was firm and Jimmy’s strength was slowly dissipating to pointless fuming anger that drained him.

“Get the fuck away from me. I hate you.” They were strongly spoken words, although shaken with distress. Johnny let out a chocked sob from the shadows, he was barely visible to Jimmy anymore his vision blurred with tears that refused to spill. Matt spoke, his voice sickening to Jimmy.

“Johnny…get out of here.”

“Matt, don’t-”

“Get out of here.”

There was a deafening silence as Johnny dressed and left, leaving two old friends alone in their spite. Matt dropped Jimmy to his feet and they buckled under him, falling to his knees. He gazed at the floor, his eyes empty as Matt stared down at him. Matt didn’t know what to do. He had seen Jimmy’s crazy antics many times before but never was he a target of them. Jimmy’s monotone voice broke the still silence.

“I hate you, Matt.” His gaze remained on the floor.

“No you don’t.”

Suddenly his startling tragic eyes flashed up at Matt, accusation imprinted within them. “You were the one who told us to watch ourselves, our relationship. You were the one who thought we would cheat, the one who was trying to protect both of us. Now you’ve killed us.” His words were just as accusing as his eyes.

“Jimmy, please…we didn’t mean for this to become such a big deal. We were both drunk off our asses…it didn’t mean anything.”

“You fucked one of your best friends but it didn’t mean anything. Damn you Matt, you don’t even get it. I love him. It hurts to see shit like this happen!” He stood, throwing a nasty look at him before turning his back and making to the door. Because nothing left to say or hear seemed worth the aching anymore. Matt inquired his doings.

“I’m going to my room. Or out to get smashed so I don’t have to deal with you and Johnny’s bullshit.”

“I don’t want you and Johnny sleeping together tonight.”

Jimmy stopped dead and turned around, glaring. “Why? So he can come back here with you finish what you started?” Matt seemed flustered, clenching his fists.

“I just don’t want him to get hurt.”

“And what about me?! Fuck this, Sanders. Fuck you. He can come back to sleep here I don’t want him near me. Not tonight.” And he turned his back again rushing to the door and slamming it behind him. His world had already fallen in a thunderous crash, what bad could more fucking liquor do? Jimmy made for the hotel exit rather than his room, not caring what he came back to later that night only that he knew he would be crawling into bed with not Johnny, but alone.

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