Something In My Head

A/N: I would like to give a very special thanks to ‘Zippo Mother Lover’ for not only pointing out some grammar and formatting mistakes I made a couple chapters ago, but also for his/her tips on my sex scene and Zacky's last name, Thank you ^_^ that was really helpful!


I don’t know why he’s so pissy; I didn’t do anything and maybe that was the problem. So I was a little more concerned about Zack and Matt being shot than I was him. My bad, I didn’t know caring for other people was against the fucking rules.
Reality: You know why he’s freaking out
Denial: It might be that, it might be something else
Sex Drive: I’m gonna say it’s the lack of sex
Reality: I don’t see what the big deal is, we didn’t do anything.
Denial: It has to be something else.
Reality: If he would *talk* to us we could fix this!
Sex Drive: Less talk more fuck
I stared at him, waiting for him to look at me; he didn’t look up from his magazine and pointedly turned a page.
Reality: Fine we can play that game too
Denial: If we do, we’ll only make it worse
Sex Drive: I say we just go fuck him. Right here, right now.
Reality: No, we’re going to ignore him until he decides he wants to talk
Growling I stood up and walked to the back of the bus, stepping lightly through the bunk section where everyone else was sleeping, and claimed the back lounge as my own.


I know he’s looking at me, but I’m not ready to talk to him yet. I’m not really reading the magazine in front of me, but nonetheless I turn the page just to drive my point home.
Reality: He didn’t do anything, you’re just being paranoid
Denial: He didn’t do anything while we were there
Sex Drive: He needs to do something with *us*
Reality: We’re just gonna make him angry if we keep ignoring him
Denial: He’ll talk to us
Sex Drive: He better fuck us
I looked up when he unleashed a low, angry growl and stalked out of the room to the back.
Reality: Fuck, I hope you’re happy
Denial: He can’t be that mad
Sex Drive: God dammit, there had better be some *insane* make up sex after this


I love watching him sleep.
Reality: You like watching him when he’s awake
Denial: We don’t watch him when he’s awake
Reality: Yes we do, it’s just not as creepy when he’s awake
Denial: Its not creepy watching him sleep
Reality: How many people watch their friends sleep?
Denial: I’m sure there are lots
Reality: Okay, how many people that aren’t serial killers or stalkers watch their friends sleep?
Denial: …I’m sure there are lots
Someone quietly entered the bunk section, I pretended to sleep until they were past and I heard the back lounge door close quietly. I opened my eyes and resumed my watching; whatever he was dreaming about was quickly becoming unpleasant. His brow furrowed and he let out a small groan, the muscles in his arms tensed. Then quickly as it had come it was gone, his arms and face relaxed and with a content sigh he snuggled further into his blankets. A small smile tugged at my lips, he was beautiful.

Reality: What the fuck is wrong with us?!
Denial: Nothing, I thought we agreed on that
Sex Drive: No, why the hell can’t we get off?!
I closed my eyes trying to remember the dream that had started this problem. He was naked lying on a bed and then I was in him, his tight heat surrounding me, the small sounds he was making as I pounded into him pushed me into him harder. A small whimper escaped as I remembered more, I had to clap a hand over my mouth when I heard someone walk past and head to the back lounge.
Reality: SD, it’s not helping
Sex Drive: Dammit, what the hell do you want from me, I can only give us so much to work with!
Denial: Well, give us something else to work with
Apparently I didn’t need much; a small groan from above me ripped an orgasm out of me. I pumped myself until I was completely spent and laid there panting quietly listening to him move.
Sex Drive: Ha! How was that!
Reality: That was really convenient of him.
Denial: Do we honestly need him that much?
Reality: We just need to get inside him once
Sex Drive: And pound him until he can’t remember his name
Denial: Do we really only need it once?
Reality: Huh?
Denial: I think this goes a little deeper than a simple fuck

I can’t get away, every time I try to move my feet stick to the floor; I can see him getting closer, his rotted smile is scaring me. I want to tell him to go away, to leave me alone, but I can’t open my mouth. He’s standing in front of me, still smiling, he leans closer and I can smell his rotten stench and I know he’s going to hurt me. He reaches out a decaying hand and then with a snarl and an unholy shriek he disappears. His moldy stench is replaced with his spicy scent and I can move again, I run to him and the warm comfort he offers. He holds me, surrounding me with love and I finally feel safe again.

A/N: Hmmm….who is who and what the hell is going on?! I’ll get the next chapter up…probably this weekend and then this will make a *lot* more sense ^_^
As always, thank you for your reviews and suggestions =)