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So Sorry You're Not Here	By : Esotericstyle Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-So Sorry You're Not Here
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*Disclaimer: The author does not know or have any relation to Zacky Vengeance or any other member of Avenged Sevenfold. All quotes and information about the band is taken from Wikipedia or official documentaries. Please do not write to me with complaints or inconsistencies regarding Zacky Vengeance, my knowledge of his characteristics are minimal at best.*

So Sorry You’re Not Here
Original Request Fic.

Siah looked around the concert hall. It was sparsely decorated, but packed with people. Samples of the band’s music played quietly and sporadically over the auditorium’s sound system in a futile effort to keep the audience occupied. Still another hour before the concert began. Siah was bored already. He had never liked Avenged Sevenfold, they seemed too commercial and overly-dramatic. His brother won two tickets to the concert in an A7X trivia contest, and dragged him along to the show. An outside observer would never distinguish Siah from any of the other dark-haired teenagers in the crowd. He was wearing a pair of charcoal jeans and a pair of black Chuck Taylors. He also wore a black and gray striped sweater; the collar was stretched out causing the fabric to sag around his slender neck. Siah yawned and stretched out, placing the buds of his iPod into his ears.

Charles stood awkwardly in Zacky’s dressing room. M. Shadows shouldered past him and exited the room, pulling the pockmarked door closed.
“Have you made a decision yet Mr. Vengeance?” Charles asked. Zacky fingered the touchpad of his laptop, directing the webcam around the concert hall. The faces of hundreds of boys blurred past the camera’s eye. It stopped on a pale-faced teen in a striped sweater.
“Him.” Zacky said flatly. “Bring me him.”

Several hours later, the concert was well underway. The heavy music pounded at Siah’s temples, and he cranked up the volume on his iPod, trying to drown out the sound. He felt a hand grasp his shoulder. He turned to meet the eyes of an older man in a suit. Suits generally meant trouble, and Siah hastily stowed his iPod in his knapsack. The man mouthed something at Siah and gestured his thumb over his shoulder. Siah slid out of his chair and reluctantly followed the suit. Once they had gotten far enough from the stage to be able to hear normally again, Siah spoke.
“I didn’t know they kicked people out for not paying attention.”
“You’re not getting kicked out. Well, you are but…it doesn’t matter. You’ve been chosen.”
“Chosen?”
“To meet the band.”
“No, there must be a mistake, my brother won the tickets, I’m just here so his stupid ass doesn’t get lost.”
“Christ. Don’t you kids see this shit in the movies?”
“I don’t really watch…”
“The stars pick their favorites from the crowds to join them after the show…”
“Join them?”
“…and Zacky chose you. God knows why, you don’t look all that special to me.”
“Seriously, I don’t even like Avenged Sevenfold, let me go get my brother, he’d appreciate a few autographs and a beer with Zacky more than I would.”
“You really are dense kid, aren’t you?” Siah was offended. He was rarely considered to be the dumb one, at least when his brother was concerned.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do? Have them sign my fucking jeans? I don’t carry a pen you know.”
“I really don’t think you’ll need one.” The suit smiled and directed Siah into a cab waiting outside. There was another boy in the back of the cab, who looked as excited as Siah was apathetic. The suit leaned in toward the driver and mumbled out the directions to a nearby hotel. He then turned to the two in the back.
“The cab is going to take you to the MGM Grand hotel. Tell the desk clerk that Mr. Charles Ofdensen sent you to meet the band. They’ll direct you from there. The others should be waiting upstairs. Have a good night kids.” Charles leaned out of the cab and slammed the door. The car pulled away, leaving Siah to wonder if his brother had noticed his absence.

The penthouse shared many similarities with the concert. It was smoky and sweltering. The room was dark, and smelled like sweat. Thick curtains had been pulled over the windows, and Siah’s eyes took a few moments to adjust. He heard loud, guttural noises coming from a far corner of the room, and a wet slapping sound, both of which were partially hidden by the booming bass tones of Mindless Self Indulgence. Finally, Siah’s eyes were able to take in the scene. On a large sofa across from the doorway, a naked boy was being taken from behind by another, twenty-something man. Another boy watched from the sofa, his hand wrapped around his cock. Farther into the room, a girl was squatting on a teenager’s groin, while his hands groped around her breasts.
Siah was shocked, but his travel partner apparently wasn’t. He was stripping down, already one leg out of his jeans. Siah took a few steps backward, bumping into a pair of girls, who couldn’t be over seventeen. They smiled and slid past him, their slender fingers grasping his body as they passed. He spun to face the door, but his vision was blocked by the suit once again.
“Sometimes the band just can’t narrow their selections. Don’t feel like one of the crowd, 34-G, you were chosen specifically. Mr. Vengeance is very picky about his company.”
“34-G?”
“Seat 34-G, correct?”
“Yeah, but what the hell is this? No one mentioned this.”
“Did you seriously think everyone was at that concert for the music? Avenged Sevenfold’s after-show parties are fairly well known online.”
“I don’t think I can stay for this. Really, I just want to go back to the concert.”
“Please, at least meet Zacky, I’m sure you’ll get along fine.” Siah felt himself turned back into the room. He looked out at the chamber of debauchery, his eyes drawn to the growing number of boys. They were all desperate and wanting. Siah’s cab partner was on the floor, his back pressed against the wall. His legs were spread, one hand around his swollen shaft, the other pressing against his wanting orifice. At least one member of the band would have him that night.
With Charles blocking the door, Siah really had no choice but to stay. He wandered through the penthouse until he found a reasonably removed bedroom. He entered it, and thrilled to find it empty, closed the door and fell onto the bed. The room had obviously been used, there were clothes scattered about the floor. Several guitar cases were piled by what he assumed was a closet. Siah was scared. He didn’t even want to go to this fucking concert, and now he was supposed to sit around and wait for some pseudo-celebrity to use him for a quick fuck before they left town?
There was a loud commotion outside the room. The band was back.

Zacky stumbled into the penthouse, dropping a near empty Jack Daniels bottle. The glass shattered on the tile entranceway, but no one seemed to notice. The room was a dark red blur, and the stifling heat seemed to suffocate him. Synyster stepped over the spill and walked past Zacky. He joined the rest of the band on the sofa. Matt and Johnny were being serviced by a group of fans. Two girls were rapidly pulling Matt’s cock from his pants, and an enthusiastic blonde boy already had his mouth wrapped around Johnny’s. Zacky pushed past the fans, heading back toward his bedroom.

Siah sat up in shock as someone burst into the room. He recognized the intruder from the many posters that his brother displayed in their room. It was Zacky, the rhythm guitarist that had chosen him from the crowd. Zacky fell onto the bed, and crawled across the comforter to Siah’s feet. He placed one swaying hand on Siah’s thigh.
“You and me,” Zacky slurred, “We’re gonna fuck.”

Zacky woke up with a bright light glaring in his eyes. It was morning. Or afternoon. Zacky blinked the sleep out of his eyes and yawned. His platinum grill was awkwardly positioned in his mouth, and he removed it, setting it on the bedside table. He looked around the room. A young boy was perched on the foot of the bed, fingering the remote for the room’s TV. He was sitting cross-legged, one arm in his lap. It was his pick. Zacky couldn’t remember what had happened last night.
“You’re awake?” 34-G asked.
“Uh…yeah.” Zacky’s voice was gravelly. “Did you have a good time last night?” He asked, unsure.
“Last night? You mean when I was forcibly dragged to an orgy or when you stumbled into the room and passed out without even having the dignity to rape me?”
“What? We didn’t?”
“No. We didn’t.”
“Oh.” Zacky was confused. “Do you like, want to?”
“Now? That’d be a bit forced, don’t you think?”
“Um, yes?” It was too early for this shit. Zacky was in no mood to deal with conversation. “Do you need to go home then?”
“Home?” Siah looked over his shoulder at Zacky. “I thought I was chosen!” Siah threw his hands up in the air. “Handpicked from thousands! And you give up just like that?”
“I just meant…”
“Fucking rockstar. Aren’t you just too fucking cool? Asshole.”
“Hey! That’s not fair.” Zacky was waking up, finally. “What the hell do you want from me?”
“Breakfast for starters. It’d be nice.” Zacky was exasperated.

Siah picked the bistro out from the car. It wasn’t Zacky’s favorite type of environment, but at least his fans weren’t likely to come here. The last thing his reputation needed was a sighting at eleven in the morning with an underage emo kid and a hangover. Zacky picked at the egg white omelet on his plate, but it had gone cold long ago. Siah was swallowing cup after cup of hot chocolate, in between bites of French toast.
“Do you like, want some coffee or something?”
“Don’t like it. Too bitter.”
“Oh.”
“So why the fake teeth? You that old?”
“Fake teeth? Oh. That’s for performances.”
“Oh. That seems um…great?”
They sat in silence for most of breakfast. Zacky never finished his omelet. They left the restaurant relatively unnoticed, and slid back into the sleek black limousine.
“So where do you live? We can drop you at your place.” Siah sighed.
“You still don’t get it, do you?”
“Um, no?” Siah crawled across the bench seat, straddling Zacky’s legs. Zacky couldn’t help but feel his youthful ass rub across his groin as the car bounced along the road. Siah wrapped his arms around Zacky’s neck, bringing his mouth next to the rocker’s ear.
“You chose me from the crowd, Zacky, why did you do that?”
“I wanted to fuck you?”
“Yes, and you still haven’t done that, have you?”
“No…”
“Don’t you still want to?” Zacky signaled to the driver, who nodded, and turned the limo around.

Zacky walked Siah into the main room of the penthouse. It had been mainly cleaned since the activities last night. Once the penthouse door had been closed, Siah took control, walking Zacky to a long chaise lounge by a picture window facing the city streets. Siah positioned Zacky in front of the window, and pulled the stained black t-shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor. Zacky had a good body for an alcoholic, Siah was surprised to discover. He spun Zacky around, examining his tattoos. Satisfied, Siah pushed Zacky onto the chaise, and began tugging on the rocker’s jeans.
“Take ‘em off Zacky!” He mockingly pleaded, “I wanna see your cock!” Zacky flipped onto his back, giving Siah access to his belt and button fly. Siah loosed the garment and pulled it from Zacky’s legs. Zacky’s impressive manhood hung limply between his thighs. Siah walked away from Zacky, flipping light switches around the penthouse until the room’s only light source was the window framing the naked rock star. Zacky’s body was silhouetted against the bright white of the city outside. Siah returned to him, leaning over Zacky’s body. Siah pulled the loose sleeves of his sweater up, they kept falling over his hands. Zacky watched, propped up on the back of the lounge, as Siah tenderly grasped his cock. The boy pulled on it gingerly, as if testing to see how it would react. The signs of innocence lit a fire in the base of Zacky’s spine.
Siah watched with joy as Zacky’s cock hardened in his grasp. Siah crawled onto the lounge, kneeling between Zacky’s knees. Zacky noticed that Siah had removed his jeans at some point. His breath hitched as Siah moved, the fabric of his sweater just barely covering the curve of the boy’s cock. Siah crawled over Zacky’s body, laying against his chest. Zacky’s erect cock slid into the space between Siah’s legs, rubbing along the length of the boy’s thigh. Siah shifted slightly, pulling Zacky’s cock up against his own, under the soft fabric of the striped sweater. Siah’s modesty was driving him mad. He wanted to see Siah’s cock, he wanted to look the boy’s body over, from head to toe. Zacky’s thoughts were sidetracked as Siah began to grind against him. The boy spread his saliva across Zacky’s cock, to lubricate it, before continuing to rock his hips against Zacky’s.
Unable to resist any longer, Zacky lifted his arm, sliding his hand under Siah’s sweater. He tried to lift it, but felt immediate resistance. He opened his eyes and found Siah blushing brightly.
“Let me look at you,” Zacky whispered. Siah bit his lip and pouted, but let go of the sweater. Zacky grasped the material again, pulling it off of Siah’s slender, pale body. Without clothes, the teen looked younger, he seemed fragile, but full of power. His skin was coated with the sweat of lust, his body flushed with heat. Zacky placed his hands on Siah’s hips and lifted the boy to position him over his cock.
“Be careful, I…It’s…never mind.”
“What is it?”
“Nothing, just go slow, please?” Zacky nodded. Siah licked his palm and reached down to lubricate the head of Zacky’s cock. Zacky lowered the boy onto his shaft, gently letting Siah’s weight guide his body over the firm organ. Siah’s mouth was locked open, his eyes tightly shut while Zacky filled him. When the curve of his ass finally rested on Zacky’s hips, Siah pulled in a ragged breath and looked down into Zacky’s eyes.
“You…you took it. You…took me.”
“I don’t…” Zacky began.
“My virginity, you took it.” Siah blushed again, embarrassed at the look of shock on Zacky’s face. “Don’t stop now, Mr. Vengeance.” He rose up, slowly lifting his weight with his knees, and had to lean forward with his hands planted on Zacky’s chest. His breathing was erratic and harsh as he rose to the precipice of Zacky’s length. Siah paused at the tip of Zacky’s cock, and let out a loud, shaky moan as he slid back down it’s length.
“Does my ass feel good?” Siah asked, nervously.
“Yeah.”
“It’s good enough?”
“Of course. Do you like it?”
“Please. More, please.” Zacky lifted his hips, allowing Siah to take another inch of cock into his wanting hole. The boy squirmed, his body wracked with shakes.
“Are you ok?”
“No. I mean…I think I’m going to cum.”
“Ok, we’ll slow down.” Zacky lowered his hips, and let the boy rest for a few minutes. Siah slowly regained his composure, trying to wrap all of the heat of his body around Zacky’s cock. Slowly, he began to rise again. Zacky sighed as the tight muscles of Siah’s ass milked his cock, feeling the boy’s heat spread across his body. He couldn’t believe how good the youth felt on top of him. Siah’s nails dug into Zacky’s chest. Both of them bled as tears welled up in Siah’s eyes. He blinked them away and turned his head toward the window so that Zacky couldn’t see them. Zacky felt the hot tears falling on his stomach, and held the boy tighter in response. Siah tensed as pleasure swept over him in waves. His insides coiled around Zacky’s cock, and the guitarist found himself lost to orgasm. He pulled Siah down onto his chest, holding the boy tightly as his cum filled the boy’s cavity. Siah rocked backward, bending his body into a smooth arch. Siah let Zacky fill him, panting as the sensation overtook his body. Siah screamed as he came, wave after wave of electricity rushing across his skin. The pair embraced, and Zacky pulled Siah’s lips to his own. They fell asleep on the lounge, and when Siah awoke, Zacky was still inside of him. He slipped off of the rocker and woke him with a kiss.
“I think it’s about time I get home, Zacky.”
“Come with us,” Zacky was still half-asleep, “On the tour bus. It’d be great.”
“Come on, get up, we need a shower before I get home. I don’t want my parents smelling this on me.”
“You live with your parents?”
“Of course, it’s hard to get a place on your own at fifteen.”
“Fifteen.” Zacky did not seem to register the fact. Instead, he and Siah helped support each other to the bathroom. Zacky fiddled with the knobs in the shower while Siah leaned patiently on the edge of the sink. Eventually, the shower came to life with a steamy rain, and Zacky stepped in. Siah waited until Zacky’s eyes were closed, and tip-toed into the glass booth. He knelt in front of the man and pulled Zacky’s cock into his mouth. Zacky jumped, surprised, but did not move away. Siah worked his mouth inexpertly around the swelling organ, and quickly gave up, embarrassed.
“I’m sorry, I really don’t know what I’m doing.”
“It’s ok,” Zacky chuckled, “Let me teach you.” Zacky angled the shower head upward, sending a gentle cascade of water upon the shower stall. He dropped to the floor, gently pushing Siah onto his back. Zacky fell upon his dick, easily pulling Siah’s length into his mouth. Zacky forcefully sucked on Siah’s erection, letting his tongue dance rhythmically along its girth. Siah coughed and spat out water, unable to keep his mouth closed. He gasped with pleasure, raised to new heights in Zacky’s warmth. The shower water ran cold, causing goose bumps to break out across the couple’s bodies. Zacky’s questing hands rubbed around Siah’s perky nipples, sending shockwaves across his young stomach. Siah grasped at the slippery glass walls, looking for something to hold on to.
“Zacky! Zacky!” Siah chanted his name, his face tense, as he lost control and came. Zacky did not move away. He let Siah finish, and then moved to lean back against the far wall.
“Do you think you have the hang of it now?” He asked. Siah nodded, and catching his breath, crawled across the chilled tile floor to Zacky’s waiting cock. He suckled it greedily, trying to remember Zacky’s movements so that he could emulate them. Siah opened his throat to allow Zacky’s larger shaft to slide more easily into it. Zacky sighed approvingly and wrapped his fingers in Siah’s hair. He helped to guide the boy’s movements, gently pushing his head when needed. At the last moment, Zacky pulled Siah’s head away, as cum shot onto his lips and chin. Siah gathered as much as he could on his index finger, and pushed the salty fluid into his mouth.
An hour later, Zacky was helping Siah into the limo outside. They rode in silence. Siah lay against Zacky’s body in the back of the car, bringing many curious looks from the driver. Zacky ignored them. They reached Siah’s house within the hour, and Zacky walked him to the door. His brother answered.
“Where in the fuck have you been…Is…Is that….oh fuck.” Siah hugged Zacky closely and kissed his neck.
“When will you be back in Detroit?”
“Officially, November, but who knows, I might have to do a private function or two.” Siah smiled. His brother gaped.
“You spent the night with Zacky Fucking Vengeance?”
“And the afternoon,” Siah replied coyly. He looked back at Zacky, his head cocked over one shoulder. “See you in November, Mr. Vengeance.” With a shrug and a wave of his fingers, Siah disappeared into the house.
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