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Such Synful Thoughts	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 3118 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- 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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“I rule the Defendant to be a flight risk; bond is denied.” The gavel came down with a dull echo. Zack felt his chest squeeze and he fought back the overwhelming waves of fear and anxiety that were threatening to drown him. The bright orange of Matt’s jumpsuit caught his eye; Matt gave him a subtle look that only he could read. His hazel eyes were dark but the torrent of emotions were easy to read. Love, anger, longing, he missed Zack as much as he missed him. Zack nodded in understanding and watched him until they took him out of the room.

Reality: We’re okay. We’re still okay, we can do this.
Denial: No we’re not. Stop lying.
Sex Drive: NOOO! Bring him back!

Zack waited until the small crowd cleared the court room and then he left the back corner he had been hiding in and went out into the brightly lit and polished hallway and headed for the doors.

Reality: We will be alright. We know Matt didn’t hurt Brian and that’s all that matters.
Denial: Um…the court system matters and they think he tried to kill him.
Despair: Brian’s still in a coma, if he doesn’t wake up…
Reality: We will not think like that.
Denial: Too late.
Reality: Maybe we should go see him?
Paranoia: No! It’s a set up; he just wants to get alone with us again!
Reality: He’s in a coma!

Zack sniffed and wiped his eyes; he’d never been without Matt’s warm presence for more than a few hours. Even growing up they had been practically inseparable; he wanted his friend and lover back.

Reality: Three days. That’s how long it’s been; three long, miserable days.

He had walked to the court house; Johnny and Jimmy had driven over from the hospital. He had a good three hour trek back to the bus to think and he was not looking forward to that, he had thought Matt would be beside him now. He wrapped his arms around himself in the eighty degree weather and shivered. There was an aching hole in his chest that had never been there before; he whimpered as the hole cracked and widened. He wanted to run back to the court house and beg the judge to reconsider, another tremor shook his frame and another sob escaped him, he tried to cover it like it was a cough.

Reality: We need to see Brian
Denial: Mmm, no we don’t. This is his fault
Reality: Technically this is Jimmy’s fault; he’s the one that tipped off police.
Denial: all the more reason to stay away from Brian.
Reality: Yeah, but we haven’t talked to Johnny in three days.
Denial: True…but no. We don’t need to see him.

“Zacky!”

Reality: Speak of the devil!
Denial: That’s kinda weird…

Johnny jogged up to him, his blond and black patched hair was mussed from neglect and he had dark circles under his eyes, “Zacky, do you…come see Brian, please?” He stood a couple feet away a little awkwardly, like the little kid he still was, and Zack walked over and hugged him. The bassist relaxed and returned the hug.

Reality: Aw Johnny, he’s just stuck in the middle of all this crap.
Denial: We don’t need to see him
Reality: It’ll make Johnny happy. We’ll stay for five minutes and then we’ll go back to the bus.
Denial: We can’t go back to the bus they’re processing it.
Reality: We need to grab the stuff.
Denial: Are we going to do it then?
Reality: Yep.

“I know…you were, are, mad at him but could you…please. Just for a minute.” Johnny held him tightly and Zack felt horrible for what this little feud was doing to the good natured bassist. They all loved Johnny like a little brother and he knew this had to be tearing up their youngest member.

“Okay. Ten minutes.” He whispered; Johnny pressed close to him and nodded, “Thank you Zacky.”

“Anything for you Johnny.” He murmured, the smaller man curled against his side and pulled out his phone and called Jimmy.

They waited only a couple minutes before Jimmy pulled up to the curb; Zack kept his eyes on the ground and sat in the back. The hospital was a half hour drive and Zack could already feel the awkward silence that would be filling the car surrounding them.

Reality: We should’ve just walked
Denial: You know we would’ve talked ourselves out of it before we got half way there.
Reality: …True.

The hospital room was quiet, except for the tiny beeps from various monitors; Brian was in the middle of the bed on his back. He looked like he was sleeping; Zack hung out in the doorway for a moment before he timidly stepped into the room. Johnny was close behind him and Jimmy had mumbled some excuse and left. Zack knew he wouldn’t see him again.

Reality: Come on, he’s asleep! He’s not going to sit up and grab us!
Denial: You don’t know that.
Reality: Yes we do! He’s in a coma for Christ’s sake!

He took small, slow steps toward the bed half-expecting the door to slam shut and lock and Brian to sit up and grab him.

“Zacky he’s not going to hurt you…he can’t.” Johnny whispered slipping past him to sit on the edge of the bed. He absently brushed a lock of Synyster’s hair out of his face and the guitarist didn’t stir. He continued his slow progress until he was only two feet away and then he stopped.

The dark circles under his eyes looked almost black against the pale backdrop of his face. The light stubble on his chin was even more pronounced and his lips were gray. Zack could see the bruises on his neck made by Matt’s fingers; they were an ugly mix of yellow and green.

Reality: He really was going to kill him
Denial: He didn’t stab him; he was with us all fucking day
Reality: I know that, I was there =P

“They took him off the respirator last night.” Johnny said looking at the floor, “They said he’ll probably start to wake up in the next couple of days…at least that’s what they’re hoping.”

Zack wanted to hug Johnny, his soft forlorn voice made him ache for Matt’s reassuring strength. But he didn’t get any closer to the bed; he wrapped his arms around his chest to keep the hole inside him from widening even more. He looked at the clock/radio on the small bedside table; he’d been there for five minutes. Without a word he turned and quietly left the room.

He walked up to the bus resolutely with his book bag; there were two police officers standing outside the door and they stopped him when he approached.

“Do you need to get on board?” The younger officer with a smattering of freckles across his nose looked him over once.

“I need to get some clothes.” Zack said calmly; the officers conferred quietly for a moment and then the other guard with dark blond hair waved for him to follow.

Reality: Well that was easy.
Denial: It’s our bus, how hard did you think it would be?

He followed the officer onto the bus and skirted the crime scene technician that was placing markers for blood splatters on the floor; the officer stopped when they got to the bunk section, “Which bunk is yours?”

Zack reached past him and pulled the curtain open, the officer grabbed his hand, “I need to check the contents to make sure you aren’t trying to remove evidence.”

Reality: Psh, fine.
Denial: If there was any evidence shouldn’t they have found it already?

He pulled his hand back and while the officer was rummaging around in Johnny’s bunk he turned around and reached into Matt’s bunk for his notebooks, laptop, and one of his shirts to hide everything with and quickly stuffed them all into his bag. After a moment the officer gave him the okay and he randomly grabbed one of Johnny’s bandanas and two shirts and then told the officer he was done.

Paranoia: They’ll search the bag when we get outside, you know they will. They’re gonna search it and find everything and then they’re gonna lock us up for the rest of our lives.
Denial: Why would they search the bag if there was an officer with us the entire time?
Reality: Just hold it together a little longer and then we’ll be home free. Keep it together.

He walked off the bus feeling like he had a target on his back but the officer that had been with him only resumed his guard duty and the other one stayed quiet. Once he made it to the street he quickly hailed a cab and asked to be taken to the airport.

Jimmy’s POV

No one had heard from Zack since the court day two days ago. He had apparently turned his phone off and he wasn’t responding to e-mails. Two of the bus guards had said he’d been to the bus to grab some shirts the day he disappeared but it didn’t make sense; he had taken Johnny’s shirts. Now the police were getting suspicious of him and were more than interested in finding him. They had been checking hotels and motels all over the city but he was nowhere to be found.

He thumped his head against the wall and tried to relax; Brian was getting better, very slowly, but the doctors were still unsure if he would snap out of his coma. He looked over at the sleeping guitarist and then got up and gently ran his fingers down the side of his face, “Wake up for me baby.” He whispered. Johnny was asleep, finally, on Brian’s other side. The little bassist was worrying incessantly about Zack and where he might have gone.

Johnny’s nap didn’t last long, only a couple hours, he jerked himself awake and looked around blearily before his eyes landed on Jimmy, still sitting next to Brian.

“Matt probably knows where he is.” He said sleepily, “We could go down the jailhouse—”

“Johnny he obviously doesn’t want to talk to us, just leave it alright.” He snapped. Johnny lowered his eyes and then curled up in his chair. Jimmy felt bad for yelling at their youngest member but he didn’t want anything to do with Matt.

Brian’s POV

Reality: We need to get up. We’ve been hanging out here long enough
Denial: You don’t know how long it’s been
Reality: Exactly. We need to get up; the guys are probably worried sick.
Sex Drive: I know we’ve been here way to long.
Denial: You don’t know how long we’ve been here either.
Sex Drive: I know we’ve been at least a couple days without getting laid.
Denial: Shut up.
Reality: We need to get up.
Denial: No, what if it still hurts?
Reality: It won’t
Denial: How do you know?
Reality: If it still hurt we wouldn’t be having this conversation. We’re going to wake up anyway we might as well get it out of the way.
Sex Drive: And when we do wake up we’re getting a blowjob
Denial: No!

Brian slowly opened his eyes and quickly closed them again, there was a bright light on his face and it made his eyes water. His throat was bone dry and his tongue felt like sandpaper; but he wasn’t in pain. He tried to open his eyes again and the light didn’t burn as much, he turned his head away from it and came face to face with Jimmy.

Reality: Oh my…
Denial: Go back to sleep!
Sex Drive: SEX!

“Brian?” he whispered. Slowly he nodded, unsure of what Jimmy’s reaction would be. The drummer’s bright blue eyes glowed with happiness and he leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss.

Reality: Oh well good. He doesn’t want to kill us.
Denial: It’s the kiss of death
Sex Drive: It better be a kiss that leads to more physical things

“Jimmy…mad?” his throat was drier than the Gobi and that made speaking a lot more difficult than it probably had to be. Jimmy shook his head, “I…I was mad, but no. I’m not. I’m just glad you’re awake; Johnny’ll be happy to see you too.” He kissed him again and then pressed another kiss to his cheek, “I’ll be back in five minutes.” He whispered. Weakly Brian grabbed his hand, “Stay?”

Jimmy sat down on the side of the bed and whispered against his forehead, “I need to tell the doctors you’re awake and I’m gonna grab you a glass of water. Then I’ll be back and I won’t leave again, okay?”

Reality: He’s getting us water? Let ‘em go.
Denial: So thirsty
Sex Drive: Need…sex…

He let go of his hand and Jimmy quickly disappeared.

It seemed like and eternity before Jimmy came back, followed by a doctor and several police officers.

Reality: What the hell is going on here?
Denial: My God did we do something?
Reality: We’ve been unconscious for God knows how long, what the fuck could we have done?
Denial: Sleep walking is a very common occurrence
Reality: Coma walking isn’t.
Sex Drive: What about sleep fucking?

Brian looked up at Jimmy confused, but the drummer only held a small cup up to his lips and he gratefully drank the ice cold water.

“Mr. Haner my name is Officer Hammond; do you remember why you’re in the hospital?” A man with salt and pepper hair and a face lined by years of hard work and grief stepped beside Jimmy and looked down at him curiously.

Reality: Uh-oh…
Denial: No we don’t.
Reality: Bullshit.
Denial: We don’t know why we’re here or even where ‘here’ is.
Reality: It’ll be easier to just tell.
Sex Drive: Maybe we’ll get a pity fuck.

Slowly Brian nodded and looked away from the people hovering over him. He found Johnny looking at him sleepily in another chair, the bassist offered him a small, happy smile and he returned the gesture.

“Mr. Haner, all we need is confirmation of Mr. Sanders’ involvement with the stabbing.”

Reality: …What?
Denial: Matt?
Sex Drive: …I can’t turn that into a sexual innuendo
Denial: Well that’s certainly a first.

Brian looked back up at Officer Hammond and blinked, he looked at Jimmy but he wasn’t looking at him.

“I can assure you Mr. Haner you will never have any contact with Mr. Sanders before, during, or after the trial. He’s not going to hurt you, and if we have to we can place you under Witness Protection until we’ve had the chance to find and question Mr. Baker.”

Reality: Oh sweet Jesus…
Denial: Well now Matt is going to kill us.

He closed his eyes and took as deep a breath as he could; Jimmy’s warm fingers lightly brushed the side of his face and he opened his eyes again. He didn’t look at anyone but stared at the bed, “Matt…he didn’t…he wasn’t even there.” His throat was still raw so his whisper was much quieter than he thought it would be, “I did it. I…stabbed myself…”

It was deathly quiet in the room, no one shuffled or flipped through papers, he wasn’t even sure if everyone was still breathing.

“What? Why?” Jimmy’s quiet words broke the stunned silence of the room. He closed his eyes again, “After what I did to Zack…” a solitary tear squeezed out from the corner of his eye and Jimmy gently wiped it away. He pressed his lips to his forehead again and murmured reassuringly to him.

“Mr. Sanders wasn’t involved with this in any way?” Officer Hammond asked quietly. Brian nodded weakly and he heard someone sigh quietly.

Jimmy’s POV

Reality: He doesn’t look happy…
Denial: He’s been sitting in jail for almost two weeks for a crime he didn’t commit; we wouldn’t be happy either.

The officer escorted Matt out of the doors and handed him a bag that held his personal items, after one last pat down they opened the final set of doors and Matt walked out.

Reality: We should’ve made Johnny come.
Denial: Should we say something?

He pushed himself away from the wall and stared at Matt trying to figure out if he was going to get hit. Matt stared right back at him. They stood there for five minutes, Jimmy trying to read Matt and Matt staring at him blankly. Finally Matt’s eyes broke away from his and he looked around the hallway once; then without a word he started walking toward the doors.

“We don’t know where Zacky is…” He ventured quietly, the singer ignored him.

Reality: Oh God this will not be a fun car ride.

The singer got outside and immediately hailed a cab.

“Matt we have a car.” He said holding up the keys; Matt stopped when he was halfway in the car and gave him a cold look.

Reality: But if he wants to take a cab who are we to stop him.
Denial: It’s probably for the best, you know that ride with him would’ve been hell.

He finished getting in the car and the car pulled into traffic.

Reality: Wait…He doesn’t know where we’re staying...

Matt’s POV

Reality: Find Zack. That is our number one priority.
Sex Drive: Jesus we haven’t screwed in like three weeks!
Fury: We are going to stab Brian and break Jimmy’s neck.
Denial: We’ve been arguing about this for ten days. We. Are. Not. Killing. Anyone.
Reality: Once we find Zack we’ll calm down, we always do.

He paid the cabbie and walked into the airport; he wandered around for a few minutes trying to find the ticket desk but when he did he paid for a one way ticket to Orange County in sunny California. The clerk at the counter gave him a wary look when he asked for the ticket without any baggage and a ten day old beard.

Reality: Oh wonderful, now they think we’re a terrorist.
Denial: All the more reason to boot Fury while we can.

He had forty-five minutes before his plane was supposed to board so he hustled over to the security check point knowing he was going to be one of the few ‘randomly’ selected passengers for a more thorough search.

He found his seat and collapsed, he was half tempted to call Zack, but he figured his lover probably wasn’t answering his phone.

Reality: It’s an hour and a half flight and then a forty-five minute drive. We can do this.
Denial: We’re going to pull our hair out if we don’t find him.

An elderly woman sat next to him and looked him over with a critical eye before she scooted as far away from him as she could.

Reality: Yeah fuck you too
Denial: Leave the little old ladies alone
Reality: She looks like one of those crabby little old ladies that’ll beat us with an umbrella or something.

The posted speed limit was fifty-five but he was pushing eighty; he had to find Zack. Zack was a drug to him; his very presence calmed him and his smaller body pressed against his brought unlimited peace of mind, being inside of him was nothing short of Nirvana. He couldn’t go more than a day or two without seeing his face or hearing his voice.

Sex Drive: O_O Need it. We need sex. Three weeks without, we need sex.
Reality: Just need to find him
Denial: Good God what are we going to do if he’s not there?
Denial: We aren’t going to think like that.
Reality: Why are you arguing with yourself?
Sex Drive: Seriously, that’s why we’re here.

He pulled into his driveway almost too fast and jumped out of the car leaving the keys in the ignition. The spare key was gone and he felt some of the tension that had been building in him evaporate. Quickly he unlocked the door and walked inside; Zack was wrapped in one of his hoodies and peeking at him from around the corner. When he saw who it was he ran at him full speed and pounced on him.

Reality: Tada!
Denial: Oh thank God
Sex Drive: Sex. Now.

He held Zack against him tightly; his petal soft lips pressed against his and he returned the kiss fiercely. Zack pulled away a little, “Missed you.” He whispered. Matt kissed him again, softer, and carefully picked him up and carried him into the living room where apparently he’d been napping. He set Zack on the couch but the guitarist refused to let go of him so he sat down with him.

“They know.” He murmured.

“Who’s they and what do they know?” Matt asked pressing a kiss to his neck.

“Everyone. They know about us.” He reached over and unmuted the TV.

“Tonight on E! Hollywood Stories; the secret romance of Avenged Sevenfold. Are the rumors true?” A picture flashed on the screen of him and Zack on stage, he had his arm around Zack’s shoulders and Zack was leaning against him.

Matt reached over and turned the TV off and cursed Jimmy for the thousandth time, “It was going to happen eventually.” He whispered. Zack clung tighter to him and shook his head, “Not like this. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” His body shook and Matt gathered him in his arms again and headed for the stairs.
He gently set Zack on the bed and lay down next to him; Zack looked at him with watery green eyes.

Reality: Dammit Jimmy
Denial: If we hadn’t tried to strangle Brian this wouldn’t be happening. So dammit us.

“I need to take a shower Zack.” He murmured after a few minutes; Zack scooted closer to him, “Me too.”

He smiled and kissed his temple, “C’mon.”

The master bath was one of Zack’s favorite places in Matt’s house; it was almost the size of the bedroom. The floor was a soft white marble and the sink tops were midnight granite. On the left side of the room was the shower; it was checkered with the same creamy white marble of the floor and black marble. It didn’t have a shower head but multiple jets on the ceiling and walls that guaranteed a thorough soaking of hot water.

There was a whirlpool tub in the right corner on a dais that had two steps leading up to it. A filmy curtain could be pulled around the corner and there were small niches in the wall that harbored evidence of regular candle use. And like the rest of the house the room was wired with surround sound with the controls in the master bedroom.

Zack’s POV

Matt’s lips were therapy for him, every time they touched his skin one of his worries disappeared. Matt held him close and kissed his neck while his hands gently massaged the tension out of him. Skilled fingers slowly ran over his arms and down his sides before returning to his neck to pull him closer and then down his back in smooth, long strokes. There wasn’t anything lustful about Matt’s soothing touches and light kisses; it was more like a confirmation that they were indeed together again.

Zack sighed and ran his fingers over the tattoos decorating Matt’s chest and stomach. The hot water filled the quiet room with mist and they were completely in their own world.

Matt kissed his collar bone and suddenly he didn’t care that the world was now swapping gossip about them. Soft lips pressed against his stomach and the thought of how he was going to deal with his parents didn’t really matter anymore. Rough, gentle hands slid over his ass and down the back of his legs and Matt kissed the inside of his thigh. He couldn’t care less about what people said about them. Another kiss on his stomach and then Matt rested his rough cheek against his satin skin.

Reality: So good.
Denial: Mm, can’t argue with that.
Sex Drive: I feel like makin’ love!

“Zacky I love you.” He whispered; Zack gently ran his fingers through his hair and coaxed him to stand up again.

“I love you too.” He murmured against his neck.

“We’ll figure this out—” Matt started, but Zack pressed a small kiss to his lips and shook his head, “Not now.”

Matt pulled him close again and they stood in their steamy little world lightly kissing and touching.

Zack brushed his fingers down the side of Matt’s freshly shaven face and the singer leaned into the touch with a smile. They were naked on Matt’s bed; Matt was on his back with his arm curled around Zack’s waist and Zack was in his usual position curled beside him with his arm across his chest and his head on his shoulder.

Sex Drive: …sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex…
Reality: Oh for the love of God; you can have sex!
Denial: The more you give into him the stronger he gets.
Reality: Well the last time we had sex we didn’t want it. So I think he’s entitled to a freebee.

Zack moved so he was half on top of his lover and gently licked one of his dusky nipples. Matt’s breathing hitched and he easily pulled Zack totally on top of him and kissed him slowly.

Sex Drive: Finally!
Reality: *Rolls eyes* Just be careful
Denial: Well if we needed a condom we should’ve done that the first night we screwed.
Reality: ‘Be careful’ as in we haven’t totally healed.
Denial: No sex!
Sex Drive: *Duct tapes Denials mouth and ties him to a chair* I don’t wanna hear a word out of you until we’re done.

Matt’s tongue slipped into his mouth and languidly slid over Zack’s smooth muscle in a way he knew would drive the guitarist crazy. Gentle touches that had been nothing but loving in the shower turned passionate and Matt rolled them over and attacked Zack’s neck.

“Matty, need you.” He whispered holding the singer’s head against his neck as his silky tongue glided over his skin. Matt kissed along his jaw line and then pulled back, “Zack there’s no way you’ve healed already.” He whispered, “I’m not gonna do that to you.”

Sex Drive: The hell you aren’t!
Reality: He doesn’t want to hurt us.
Denial: *Glaring death at Sex Drive*

“Matty I want you to, I need you to.” Matt started to shake his head and he pulled he singer close again, “Matt I don’t…I can feel him, inside me, and it hurts. I don’t wanna feel him anymore, I want you. I wanna feel you.” He ran his fingers through Matt’s hair and the singer relaxed a little.

“It’ll hurt more if I…” he mumbled kissing his neck again. Zack wrapped his arms around his neck, “No…nothing you do will ever hurt that much.” He closed his eyes and fought back a small shudder. Matt was silent for a moment and then he sighed, “Alright, but tell me if you wanna stop.” He gave him a chaste kiss and then reached into the bedside table to pull out an almost full tube of lube.

Reality: This is going to hurt.
Sex Drive: Worth it; you know he’s gonna go slow.
Reality: Slow is good.
Sex Drive: Slow is great, he can go for days when he wants to go slow. ^_^

Zack lightly dragged his nails down Matt’s chest while he smeared the lube on his fingers; he smiled when Matt’s cock twitched, the singer had a kinky side that they indulged every now and then.

“Ready?” Matt murmured rubbing his knee. Zack nodded and lifted his hips. Matt took his time and stretched him carefully and Zack tried not to show any unusual signs of pain because he knew Matt would stop. Finally pulled his fingers out and generously coated his hard flesh, Zack wrapped his legs around his waist and tried to steel himself against the pain. Matt pushed into him slowly and Zack could feel how tense he was, his breath came is short ragged gasps as Zack’s tight muscles squeezed him.

A few of the old wounds tore open and Zack bit his lip to keep from crying out, Matt froze and Zack tightened his legs around him, pushing him in a little further. Matt blew out a breath and slid the rest of the way inside of him. They lay in silence for a moment while Zack adjusted to him.

Sex Drive: Oh God this is going to be amazing! =)
Reality: Just be careful.
Denial: *Bouncing around angrily in his chair*

“Matty.” He whispered; the singer kissed his neck and slowly started to move. Even with Matt’s gentle pace he could feel more wounds tearing open; he pulled Matt close and kissed him brutally until Matt found his prostate.

He pushed his head back into his pillow and screamed hoarsely as Matt’s hips jerked forward and he slammed into his sweet spot. He could tell Matt was trying to keep himself under control and at a slow pace but every now and then he would slam into Zack and make him scream for more.

“Love it when you scream baby.” He whispered pushing into him slowly; Zack moaned, totally lost in pleasure as Matt kept him on the brink of release. Time never mattered when Matt was inside of him, he could be there for minutes or hours and every time Zack lost himself. He wrapped his arms around Matt’s neck, “Please, Matt please.” He begged, Matt groaned and thrust into him harder. He tossed his head back and arched up into him and screamed as Matt moved faster.

He panted Matt’s name and tangled his hands in the singer’s hair as he moved closer to his climax, “Harder.” He moaned. Matt swore quietly and thrust into him with abandon, each hit was harder than the last and Zack finally screamed and covered Matt’s chest with his seed. Matt groaned and thrust hard one more time and he pulled out and slid his hand over his length once before his body spasmed and he came hard in his hand. He sighed and then collapsed next to Zack, “You okay?” he asked after he caught his breath. Zack nodded and curled up next to him, “Thank you.” He whispered sleepily. Matt pulled him close and pulled a blanket over them, “I love you.” He said and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Love you too.” Zack smiled and fell asleep happy in his arms.

Zack woke up the next morning when someone rang the doorbell. He groaned and buried his face in Matt’s chest. He felt the singer curl around him and grumble something before he started to go back to sleep.

Reality: Too damn early
Denial: It’s like noon
Sex Drive: Time for sex! =D
Reality: Time for sleep.

He was dozing, getting closer to actual sleep, when Jimmy’s loud voice woke him, “What the fuck are you two doing?”

Matt sat up a little but Zack stayed where he was and snuggled closer to him.

“We were sleeping. What do you want?” Matt’s cool voice let him know the singer was in the mood to fight.

Reality: Oh dammit.
Denial: Meh, let ‘em fight. I wanna sleep.
Sex Drive: Tell Jimmy to strip down and get in the shower

Instead of getting up all the way Zack reached up and wrapped his hands around Matt’s neck and pulled him back down; the singer came without a fuss.

“How the hell did you know where he went? And why the fuck didn’t you tell us? We’ve been worried about him!” Johnny’s agitated voice took over the conversation.

Reality: Well hell it’s a party now isn’t it.
Self-Conscious: This is embarrassing. We’re naked in bed with Matt and it’s obvious we had sex. Oh my God.
Denial: Oh suck it up. At least now we don’t have to worry about confirming the rumors, they can see for themselves that they’re true.

“How’d you know where we were?” Matt countered.

“The police ran both your credit cards. We went to Zack’s place first.” Jimmy snapped.

Zack tuned the argument out and pressed his ear against Matt’s chest and listened to his strong, familiar heartbeat.

“Zack have you been here the whole time?”

Reality/Denial/Sex Drive: Brian?
Hysteria: Jesus Christ Run!!
Paranoia: He’s gonna hurt us, he’s gonna hurt us!

Zack stiffened and a small tremor ran through him; Matt moved so he was more or less on top of him and Zack relaxed.

“What do you want?” Matt asked again, Zack could feel some of his different muscles tensing like he was ready to fight.

“What did you take Zack?” Jimmy was back in charge again.

Reality: Smart man.
Sex Drive: Sexy Man
Denial: Pain-in-the-ass man

Zack finally gave up on going back to sleep and gently pushed Matt, the singer moved and he turned over and put his head in his arms and looked over his band mates.
Brian was leaning against the doorway, he still looked too pale and weak to be standing but he had probably fought with Jimmy until he’d been allowed to come on their little expedition. Johnny was hovering around Brian watching him closely, he looked haggard and stressed. Jimmy was the closest; he had his arms crossed over his chest and his blue eyes flashed angrily in the sunlight.

“Nothing.” Zack mumbled.

“Bullshit. What did you take?”

Matt growled and Zack sighed when his arm circled his waist.

“Two notebooks, laptop, and a shirt. Johnny your shirts and bandanna are in the laundry room.” He closed his eyes and waited for his next question.

“Why did you take those things?” Jimmy didn’t sound as angry as he did confused. Zack cracked an eye open and closed it.

“One notebook was mine, the other one was his and I don’t want the police going through my laptop to find evidence for a crime I didn’t commit.” Matt answered coldly. Zack turned his head and gave him a stern look; the singer sighed and nodded.

Reality: If we can get everyone to chill out for five minutes, this may not go that badly
Denial: Matt’s gonna be pissed about this for the next three years.
Reality: And then we’ll laugh about it.

“Guys go home. We’ll talk later.” Zack whispered.

“Matt might be your little bitch but I’m not.” Jimmy snarled; Zack rolled over and grabbed Matt, the singer growled like an angry animal.

“Jimmy. Take Brian home. I doubt he’s even supposed to be out of the hospital yet. Besides…we need to talk…” Zack said pressing his cheek against Matt’s shoulder. Matt stilled when he heard the last sentence and some of the tension in his body left.

“Talk about what?” Jimmy asked. Zack shook his head, “Go home.”

With barely a whisper of sound the three left the room, a minute later the door shut.

“You’re sure…” Matt whispered. Zack swallowed nervously and nodded, “They need to know and…well we all just need to work this shit out.”

Matt pulled him close and kissed his forehead.

A/N: Alright…the next four, possibly five, chapters are going to be uploaded at the same time (You’ll find out why when you read them) but I already have two and a half of them written. So, if I continue to just sit and type all day, I should have those up tomorrow evening. Maybe, just maybe, I might have them up later tonight, but I doubt it.
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