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Just Another Pretty Face	By : WickedxHearts Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1914 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Yea...so I think Zacky is like really pretty. =]

Just Another Pretty Face

"It's the pretty and the beauty that makes that untouchable glory"

Zackary Baker never conveys more than gorgeousness in a simple picture. His standings superior to everyone when it comes down to it having to simply flash a flawless grin to get his way. Not even having to open his pretty mouth. Talking isn’t necessary and everyone else thinks him incapable anyway. But everyone else doesn’t really matter. Not when Zackary Baker is as unreachable as they come.

To Brian Haner, Jr. though he is within his span. But only because he, like Zacky, gets what he wants and though not always when he wants it, it doesn’t much change the fact in the end. And when warm, prying eyes land upon that heaven-sent being he knows that he is going to be the first to lay a hand on him, enclosed as he may be. Because no one, especially a haughty, determined Synyster Gates can refuse that unblemished sallow complexion that is his skin, nor the inks that story it. Or the black, restyled hair that frames his face and falls cutely into his feline eyes that bear posh paints and hues. Never mind the Gabbana and Versace he sports and publicizes, it was long planned on being removed anyway. But to Synyster it finishes him quite nicely, hanging from or gripping just the right spots on his perfect petite frame. But like said, it was being removed anyway.

He was going to win over the one that everyone would have died for.

Because he was simply that- to die for.

Syn being lucky that Zackary even knows of his existence. Because Zackary’s social standings is not at all diminutive but Syn’s lucky to at least know the guy. Both having been brought up in the public eye and in fame.

Even if he acts otherwise. Because both had grown up together, their families tied closely by friendship. They were neighbors, that whole classic fable. Only even as kids Zackary was always the more popular one. The cuter kid. The one everyone ran to when he fell and scraped his knee, even if Brian was next to him crying a little louder- sometimes just for the mere want of more attention. Something that never came. Even through most of high school it stayed like that. All the girls and even some boys wanting him, even if he paid no mind to them, treating them as you would an unwanted pest. Bri, also being openly bisexual only got ridiculed for the fact [though he never much let himself be teased]. Brian never really understanding what made Zackary better than him.

His family was richer and more powerful, indeed, but his wasn’t very far behind. They were both attractive and...cocky, so to speak. He was sure they would have gotten along fine, would Zackary had given him the time of day. Only now, at 18 does he realize he gives no one the time of day. Either that or you have to earn it.

But Brian was surprised to see Zackary’s attention had been drawn one day when he was out in the shooting range, one of the many grand aspects on the Haner Manor; Zackary being there on account of his parents visiting. Most of the times this happened Brian was left alone- usually to think of ploys on alluring his neighbor. But he was spared the need.

A shuffle of feet breaks his concentration but his eyes never leave the target that lies across the plains. He steadies his aim, and flexes his arm in a flaunting manner before pulling back the trigger- the shot resounds through the empty silence. Bri, deciding whoever it is that stands behind him- whoever’s gaze it is that is boring into his back would come to him if it was important.

But Brian has a clue as to who it might be so he thinks he’ll be the ignorer this time.

Brian Haner is going to pretend the fabulous, Zackary Baker is not standing behind him- watching him.

But he is definitely not going to pretend that Zackary Baker’s soft hands are not on his hips- intending to tear away his attention and it does.

“Teach me.”

His voice is even glorious. Brian has to try hard not to sigh as he turns to face him, eyebrow raised questioningly. But Zackary doesn’t look like he’ll repeat himself and his hands are gone, limp at his sides.

“Teach you-?”

But he knows he isn’t going to repeat himself so he stops and steps aside, motioning for Zackary to replace him. He steps forward and gazes at him skeptically not clearing Brian’s sudden nerves.

He is about to teach the world’s biggest model- the world’s prettiest face how to shot. He has the sudden vision of his head being blown in but he pushes it aside. Him being too skilled for that anyway.

He hands Zackary the gun who takes it and stares at it, obviously not knowing what to do. He gives Brian a conveying sort of look and Brian immediately steps closer but slows and hesitantly wraps his thick arms around Zackary’s fragile seeming frame. When Zackary doesn’t objection he places his hands over his and lifts his arms, aiming and demonstrating. Trying hard to concentrate on what he’s saying and where he’s looking. But really only thinking about the gorgeous being that is Zackary Baker in his arms.

“Like this?” The inquire melts Brian and he nods against his shoulder, hoping he can tell and not notice that he can’t choke out a single word. Zackary’s eyes squint and he stiffens slightly beneath Bri who’s pulled his hands away.

“Steady,” he breaths, trying hard to sound commanding against his neck. Noticing the way Zackary’s concentration seems to fault for a second. He pulls back a finger, biting the jewel that adorns his full bottom lip. The shot rings- bull’s-eye and Zackary drops his arm. Brian’s caught off guard when he flips around with that godlike smile, sending him reeling back. But he catches his balance against Zackary’s chest, whose is pressed to his in a hug.

Brian trying hard not to find the fact that Zackary’s happy of his success too funny.

“Thank you, Brian.”

Trying hard not to look surprised that he knows his name. But why wouldn’t he? After all, the boy couldn’t be that arrogant.

“No problem, Zackary.”

His feline eyes are still shining with that cute glee that gives Bri a strange sense of pride.

“You can call me, Zacky.”

Brian smiles in return knowing that not many can.

~*~

The knock barely being heard over the soft drift of Queen emitting from Brian’s stereo, Brian sits up from his position of being strewn on his king-size bed wondering, with slight annoyance, who it could be. Rolling over with difficulty he stands and opens his door, the slight annoyance fast gone when he sees who it is.

“Hey.”

Brian finding it cute how he uses the manners his Mother must’ve taught him- waiting until he’s invited in.

“Hey...come in.”

And he does, almost gliding to the large bed while Brian tries hard not to stare at his swinging hips. But it proves to be a hard feat.

“Wanted to thank you again for earlier. I was getting kinda tired of fixing my hair and makeup every time I come here.”

Brian vaguely wonders if he climbed the set of staircases just to thank him.

“I’ve watched you practice a few times, y’know,” he says, this time catching Brian’s gaze and showing no guilt. As if he being who he is, is justifying enough for spying. If you could really even call it that.

“Did you like what you saw?” Brian joked, though intending seriousness more than a pun.

Zacky’s smirk matches his and he nods. “I was impressed.”

Brian thinking it was probably the time he removed his shirt, his smile growing, but not really saying anything allowing the silence to settle. He feels Zacky’s emerald eyes on him, looking him over but he settles his gaze elsewhere.

So he doesn’t really see when Zacky slinks nearer to him and his hand swerves up his chest and to his chin, jerking it so their eyes lock.

“You have gorgeous eyes. Maybe if you looked at me more.”

Brian pauses because he’s kind of frozen from shock. Zacky probably knowing damn well the affect he has on people. Especially him. Wrapped around his finger, only Brian he decides he wants wrapped a little tighter.

“I don’t like staring games,” comes his whispered reply.

“I do.”

Brian knowing he always gets what he wants. So he gazes down into his feline eyes, the mischievous glint evident in them.

“Do you think I could teach you something now?”

Brian never breaking the stare, nodding and hoping he can see. Really wanting to open his mouth and tell him he can teach him anything he ever pleases but his voice seems to fail him.

Everything happening too fast to clarify and then it slows, leaving Brian in shock and frozen down against his bed with Zacky’s lips on top of his. The cool metals brushing against his unadorned lips, making him want to groan and he does. Something that seems to please Zacky and Brian only then getting enough sense to kiss him back. Only then really realizing that the most magnificent man on the face of the planet was kissing him, when really he could get anyone else.

Brian suddenly feeling ugly by comparison.

Zacky’s gentle hands rest on his inner thigh and he pulls away lowering himself to Brian’s pant zipper- catching it between his white teeth and throwing a glance up at Bri, whose eyes are closed. Pulling it down between his lips only to find him bare. Brian feeling himself go red but still thankful he decided not to wear underwear, if only for that day. Zacky only smiling and pulling his pants down past his thighs, Brian kicking them off his ankles and onto the floor. Flush growing as Zacky sits back on his heels to gaze at Brian’s exposed lower half.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, leaning to kiss him again.

Brian’s feeling of ugliness quickly fading.

Both men indulging in a heated kiss, working to discard Zacky’s tight fit pants while both their pleasures grow. Zacky finally half naked sits on Brian’s straining thighs, hands on his hips trailing butterfly kisses down his neck and to the small bit of chest that is exposed through his slightly unbuttoned shirt. Brian’s hands creeping down to Zacky’s erection, squeezing at it and beginning to stroke because he likes the small gasps that he makes onto his neck. But having to pull away when Zacky writhes in his grasp. Feeling himself gasp when wet, hot walls take him in, waves of pleasure suddenly raging through him. The cool feel of medals against his cock driving him crazy.

Looking down to see a head full of shining black hair bobbing making him groan, the sight a bit too inconceivable to actually believe.

It was Zackary Baker sucking him off. Him: Brian Haner, Jr. The notorious bad boy as people liked to think. People being the public and the press. Brian having the fame handed down by family- his parents being actors. Him having such a rep for the constant sightings of woman wrapped around each arm usually stumbling out of a club, drunk and ready to roll. Always stopping to smile for the camera because he didn’t really care. Synyster Gates being what they took to calling him.

If only they saw him now.

Synyster Gates with the amazing Zacky V, the fabulous model. The effeminate boy you couldn’t not see because his pretty face was plastered everywhere from the TV to the posters hanging on London’s store walls. And when you did see him you couldn’t look away because he was that good. That amazing, leaving you in awe and want. He was the God of all founding fashions. From Europe to the US; the biggest in the nation. But Syn was proving that he really wasn’t as unreachable as he seemed.

Because he has him right here.

With his teeth occasionally grazing at his cock, making him moan. With his long fingers tangled in his perfect black hair, to make him take him in whole- deep throat him. Even when he gags and swallows making Syn grunt and tug at his hair a little harder. The sight of the glorious Zacky V reaching down to stroke himself as he hums against his cock making Syn crazy. The vibration suddenly more to handle as climax uncoils in the pits of his gut making him arch up off the bed and into Zacky’s mouth. Zacky lapping it all up like he was thirsty. Pulling away and leaning up to kiss him- Syn massaging his tongue that savors his own pungent taste.

His own hand reaching between them to stroke Zack, quick but gentle. Because again this was Zacky. Him not enjoying it was what he last wanted. It didn’t take much time or effort being he was already trembling against Brian, gasping into the indulgent kiss.

“Brian-”

Smiling because it was Brian’s name he all but whimpered. Smiling because it was Brian’s hand he came onto. Bringing a finger up to lick it off and return the favor, thinking even his cum tasted good. Leaning forward to catch him in a kiss that didn’t much regain both their straining breathing but it didn’t matter.

“You can call me Synyster.”

Zacky smiling because he knows now how he had earned the name.

~*~

A knock on the door tells both boys they should probably clean up and dress. Brian pulling his pants on and whilst Zacky checks his hair, turning to him in question. Brian thinking he was presentable enough nods and he opens the door. Maria, one of the many Haner Family's maids saying something about the Baker Family departing and Zacky having to go.

Brian never wanting him to leave.

But they bid their goodbyes and thank each other for good lessons learned. Both parents exchanging question looks because since when were they both such good acquaintances. Zacky giving Brian a knowing smile that makes him want to melt. Brian kind of hating but loving the way he makes him feel. Strong but weak...dominate but willing. Him only returning the smile because he’s decided something.

Zackary Baker is not just another pretty face.

End.

~*~

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