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Fantasy	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Footsteps thundered behind him on the stairs almost as loud as his pulse as he ran down. The front door was locked and he could practically feel Matt’s breath on his neck. Brian skipped the bottom two stairs and used the banister to slingshot himself around to the back of the house. It was the only way out, the only way he could have gotten in. Matt cursed and his feet hit the floor, fingers brushed Brian’s arm and he yelped lengthening his stride down the hallway.

He wasn’t fast enough.

Matt grabbed the back of his jeans and jerked him off his feet. He hit the floor with his knees and he rolled onto his back. Matt grabbed his foot when he tried to kick and tried to roll him on his stomach again. Brian cursed and kicked at him again catching his thigh. Matt snarled and dropped his foot in favor of rubbing his bruised leg. Getting to his feet again he started for the back but he only made it two steps before Matt was on him.

“You’re mine, bitch.” Matt growled. Brian’s heart seized and he tried to elbow the bigger man but Matt kicked the back of his knees and shoved him on his face.

“Get off me, get the fuck off me!” Brian screamed. Strong hands grabbed his hips with bruising force and flipped him onto his back. Brian’s fist shot out and caught the side of his jaw. Matt grabbed both his hands and pinned them above his head with one hand and straddled his hips. The other slid down to his neck and slowly began to squeeze. Brian’s body bucked under Matt’s weight trying to throw him off. His vision started to fade, his pulse thundered in his temples. His throat was released and the hand slid down his shirt, across his belly. Matt scooted his hips back enough he could unbutton his pants and pull his zipper down.

“No! Get off, get off me!” Brian’s voice was horse but the fight hadn’t left. He jerked his arms trying to get himself loose but Matt’s fingers tightened, squeezing his bones. Matt’s lips twisted into a smile, “I’m definitely going to get off.” He said unbuttoning his own pants. Once the button was undone his hand clamped around Brian’s neck again, cutting off his air. Brian’s struggles weakened and Matt let go of his wrists and neck and rolled him over. Brian kicked at him and tried to roll onto his back but worn denim slid down his thighs followed by his boxers. Matt‘s knees squeezed his hips, holding him in place. A hand pressed against his back holding his chest down.

“Please, no.” Brian begged. A soft sound came from Matt and the silky blunt tip of his penis pressed against Brian’s entrance. The hand on his back pressed harder and his knees clamped closer as he thrust himself in. His low groan vibrated down through Brian’s body, shuddering through him from the inside out.

Matt’s thrusts were hard, the squeeze of his knees bruising. Brian screamed and writhed under him. Matt’s hands wrapped around his neck and the angle of his thrusts changed as he leaned forward. “No one can hear you.” He growled. “You’re mine. You are fucking mine.” his fingers tightened and stars exploded in Brian’s vision with each hard thrust. A guttural groan vibrated their bodies again and Matt’s low growl was in his ear again. “I know you like it, you want it. Fucking whore.” The last word was a drawn out moan. Rasping gasps is all Brian could manage.

Matt’s body blanketed him, his warmth scorched his skin and his heavy breath covered every other sound. Half-spoken curses panted in his ear told him how close the other man was. His thrusts more violent and less coordinated, he forced himself deep into Brian’s body until the velvety skin of his testicles lay flush against Brian’s ass. The hands squeezed his neck again as Matt climaxed. His harsh yell shook the walls. Matt’s hot seed filled him, overflowing and running down his skin. Brian squeezed his eyes shut and pressed himself against the floor, rubbing his arousal against the carpet. He came, screaming, as Matt collapsed on his back, softening arousal still buried inside him.

Gentle hands caressed Brian’s neck as he came back to himself. He turned his head and Matt brushed his hair off his face. The singer’s heart drummed against his back and Brian closed his eyes again groaning. Matt still filled him and the feeling was both arousing and uncomfortable. He shifted his hips trying to alleviate the warring feelings. Matt’s body lifted off him and a hollow empty feeling came over him as they disconnected.

“Mm, Matt.” Brian mumbled. He reached back trying to pull him down again. The singer chuckled and his heavy body fell to the side. Brian scooted over to him and pressed their cheeks together, “Sorry.” He murmured. A smile tugged his lips when Matt coaxed the rest of Brian’s body on top of his.

“For what?” the singer asked. He sounded like he was starting to drift off. Brian ran his lips over his jaw line, “I didn’t mean to hit you in the face.” He whispered. A crooked smile lit Matt’s face, “It’s more fun when you fight.” The sultry whisper had Brian pressing himself against Matt’s warm body. The guitarist cursed and forced his muscles to relax, his ass was already going to be sore for the next week. “Dammit Matt.” He growled. Matt’s smile widened and his hands slid down Brian’s arms and under the hem of his shirt. “What’s wrong?” he purred, sliding his hands up and brushing his rough thumb pad over Brian’s nipples. Brian closed his eyes and rocked against Matt’s hips.

“I know you like it.” Matt whispered, there was a hard edge to his voice. Brian shuddered and pushed his growing erection against the rough denim of Matt’s jeans. “Fuck, Matt.” He pleaded. He couldn’t take anymore, not if he was going to be walking tomorrow. Matt rolled them over and pushed himself up on his hands and knees. His head dropped down by Brian’s ear, “You want more?” he whispered. Brian whimpered, “I can’t take more.” Which was the exact wrong thing to say, Matt’s hazel eyes darkened, “I think you can.” The low growl had Brian’s back bowing off the floor. Matt stripped both their shirts off and lay on top of him. His skin was warm silk moving across Brian’s, the rough denim and open zipper of his jeans scraped his skin adding friction.

“You want this.” Matt said. Brian bit his lip and dug his fingers into the hard muscles of Matt’s back trying to keep his body still. Matt’s hands were on his hips sliding closer to his burgeoning member and a low moan made its way out. The hands disappeared though before touching him and Matt stood over him stripping his jeans completely off. Brian groaned pitifully but gave in to his body and pushed his pants the rest of the way off. Matt was on top of him again rubbing skin and arousal together. Brian jerked his head around by his hair and caught him in a bruising kiss. His other hand slid between their bodies and caught Matt’s thick member. The singer groaned and deepened the kiss. Brian let go of his hair and used both hands to slowly jerk the other man off. The thought of that inside him again had his toes curling, but they were doing this his way or not at all.

He stroked Matt faster, bit his tongue when he tried to pull away, and squeezed the head of his penis making his body buck. On the next upstroke he twisted and the singer broke the kiss panting hard. He buried his head in his neck groaning and fucked his hands, begging him for more. Brian closed his eyes and groaned. The silky skin of Matt’s hard arousal in his hands sliding in and out as his hips moved without rhythm had his own member twitching. The hard panting in his ear, pleas and curses were enough to make him arch into the singer. His blunt nails scratched the underside of Matt’s penis and the singer made a low begging sound until he did it again. He had to be close, his words incoherent now as he moved desperately for his release. Brian’s hands clamped down on him and he sank his teeth into his shoulder. Matt’s body bucked hard into his and a hoarse scream tore from his throat. Hot semen splattered both of them.

Brian rolled them over and pressed his tip against Matt’s entrance before the bigger man shook off his post-orgasm bliss. When his eyes cleared Brian snapped his hips forward making Matt bow up with a short scream. His body clenched around Brian and he shuddered, he was already so close and Matt’s body was so tight and hot. He didn’t wait for Matt to adjust to him and started fucking him with hard short thrusts. Matt’s arousal returned and Brian slid a hand over it. He could already feel his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach and he raked his nails down Matt’s chest trying to ward it off a little longer. Matt cursed and moved with his thrusts pushing him deeper into his heat.

Brian’s body shuddered and released. A low groan equal parts pleasure and exhaustion left him. Matt’s body constricted around him and Brian shuddered again whimpering. Matt’s body relaxed and Brian settled on top of him half-asleep. “I mean it this time, I’m done.” He mumbled against the vocalist’s neck. Matt chuckled breathlessly and heavy arms encircled his waist.

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