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Amnesia and Star Child	By : coldblood Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Linkin Park. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“You coming Rob?” Phoenix asked, standing at the doorway.
Rob shook his head.
“Nah, I think I’ll just sit with him for a while longer.” He said, looking down at Mike’s lifeless form.
Phoenix hesitated a moment longer but then nodded.
“Okay. We’re all going down to the bar, come along when you’re ready.” Phoenix replied before closing the door and leaving.
Rob sighed and got up, fussing over pointless things to try and get his mind off Mike.
It wasn’t working terribly well, he kept looking back to Mike’s expressionless face and couldn’t help but see something alien there, something so big and weird that he couldn’t even begin to make sense of it.
What he’d do to make sense of it...
Rob walked back over to Mike and knelt down beside him, gazing absent mindedly at the emcee’s Asian face, wondering why his heart was fluttering all of the sudden.
“It can’t be a person who drinks, or a person who smokes. The person has to be fit and strong; they have to be able to sleep well, able to cook for themselves...” Rob muttered.
He blinked and wondered why on earth he had said that.
Because he just did.
“Great. Now I’m going crazy. What more could go wrong?” The drummer shook his head.
He looked at Mike’s face again and could help but smile.
He really was a gorgeous man... Gorgeous? Hell, he’d been reading too much...
Before he knew what he was doing, he had a hold of Mike’s hand, lacing his fingers with his - Mike’s face twitched slightly and his hand suddenly clasped Rob’s tighter.
Rob licked his lips, acutely aware of the rising bump in his pants.
Why was he...?
Rob’s cheeks flushed furiously.
His heart was suddenly racing and his gaze fell on Mike’s lips which had curled in a slight smile - god those lips!
No - what the hell was he thinking? He wasn’t homosexual - no - he’d never...
Rob blinked and groaned through clenched teeth, his now solid erection was aching for release, but there was none.
Mike then opened his eyes and blinked slowly, seductively.
What are you doing to me?! Rob screamed inwardly, his mind scrambling into a confuse mess as his body urged him.
I’m not gay!
What the hell was going on?!
Mike’s grip on Rob’s hand tightened; his eye’s shining with something unreal - he sat up, looking down at Rob who was still kneeling, sporting a massive erection which no type of baggy pants would even hope to be able to conceal.
The emcee smiled and touched Rob’s lips with his fingertips.
The touch sent shivers down Rob’s spine - he shuddered and sighed, completely at a loss as to why his body was reacting like this.
Mike blinked slowly and stood up, asking silently for Rob to do so as well, Rob obliged willingly, standing up with him. The pair stood almost touching; Rob’s heart was pounding so hard and loud that he was sure Mike could hear it, he wasn’t sure if he should pull away from Mike and leave the room as fast as possible or not - he wasn’t gay - and yet... Mike was enchanting...
The rapper let go of Rob’s slender hand and caressed his face, tracing his fingers over Rob’s mouth, and then he leant forwards and kissed him gently.
It was then Rob knew he was lost.
They kissed again, Mike only teasing him, nibbling at his beard and tracing his tongue around Rob’s neck, keeping Rob teetering on the edge of release.
Mike smirked and suddenly shoved Rob into the wall - Rob’s hands flailed and accidentally hit the lamp, sending it crashing to the floor - but all thoughts of damages vanished from Rob’s mind as Mike began biting at his ear, touching his hands to Rob’s erection.
“Mike...” Rob gasped.
Mike smiled arrogantly and pinned Rob’s arms against the wall, pressing himself closer, smirking as Rob’s eyes flashed desire and uneasiness.
He kissed him harder, biting at his lips, slipping his tongue into the drummer’s mouth and massaging his tongue before shifting his attentions back to Rob’s lips.
Rob sighed as Mike’s tongue darted around his neck, caressing him, sending shivers down his spine, his body was quivering with every touch Mike made, and there was nothing about it he could do, Mike owned him - he controlled him.
Mike pulled Rob’s shirt off and tied the thin material to his wrist - Rob’s mind was racing, but he didn’t care now, not even as Mike took his other wrist and bound them together, so tightly he couldn’t hope to undo the knots without someone else’s help.
But then sudden panic flooded him - Rob struggled against Mike’s body, pushing him away - and in a blur of movement, a flat hand collided with Rob’s cheek with a ‘crack!’ that seemed to echo around the room - Rob squeaked in surprise - then was punched repeatedly in the chest - violently shaken and bitten - and then abruptly Mike grabbed hold of him and roughly shoved him onto the bed, and unable to break his fall, he landed hard on the pillows.
Mike pulled him up and then took a pillow case off a pillow and tied it to Rob’s wrists too, then bound him to the bed head, smirking as Rob’s eyes flashed fear.
He wasn’t sure why he was feeling so uneasy, but he was, and now Mike had control there wasn’t much he could do...
It was then the emcee got up and left the room, locking it and leaving Rob there, tied to the bed.
“Mike!” Rob shouted.
There was no reply.
Rob sighed and stared up at the ceiling, his erection still throbbing, still without release - god he was horny as all hell and it wasn’t his girlfriend that did it - shit, he’d got a bloody boner over a guy!
Sure - he’d be the first to admit Mike was a hot looking guy, but he never had thought Mike would get him... Beaten and bound to a bed head, waiting for the motherfucker to come back and tease him some more, and do hell knows what else...
Rob sighed again.
This was most definitely wrong.

After ages, Mike came back, his movements more graceful than Rob had ever noticed before as he walked through the door and locked it behind him.
There was a seductive smile upon his lips as he walked up to Rob’s captive body and sat down on the bed next to him.
He leant down and kissed Rob’s lips, which were already red and swollen from the previous treatment.
Rob couldn’t help but kiss him back, every nerve in his body was longing for him now, wanting to touch him and caress him, but Mike was the dominant one in this, and he would dictate if he even would be touched.
Rob could only wait and see if all of this would come to just teasing and torture, or if he would be given a release for this damn fireball throbbing in his groin.
Mike fingered the rim of Rob’s cargoes, watching with a smile as Rob arched his back and tried to push his hips closer to Mike’s touch, pleading silently for release, desperation in the air as Mike teasingly released the zipper, fingering the heat underneath.
“Either get it over with or let me go you bastard!” Rob barked in angry frustration.
Mike said nothing; simply, he undid Rob’s cargoes and pulled them down, taking his boxers with it.
Rob’s palms were sweaty, and his fingernails dug into them as he watched Mike slowly undoing his own pants, letting the material slide down and reveal toned thighs and a huge erection of his own.
His heart jumped to his throat as his eyes fell on the scarring on Mike’s skin - worry crossed his mind, but only for a moment - now that Mike had pulled a bottle from his cargoes’ pocket, and was spreading the lubricant liberally over his erection and then around Rob’s area.
Mike smiled and lined himself up, then forced himself in - Rob gasped and squeezed his eyes closed, fighting the pain as Mike began to grind his hips deep into the drummer.
Mike moved rhythmically, like a robot almost, forcing his entire length into Rob so hard the taller man could barely restrain the screams in his throat - Mike seemed so much more in control, silently watching Rob’s pained expression as he continued rocking.
Silent tears rolled down Rob’s cheeks, agony and intense pleasure all bound into one and all of it wanted to come out at once - he barely even knew whether he wanted Mike to stop or keep going.
Mike on the other side, was completely detached from the entire thing - he was far back in the depths of his mental abyss.
It was Blue who was fucking Rob, not Mike.
Blue was enjoying it, but it was a job he had to do, a desire from somewhere else had driven him to do this.
However, Rob was tight, bloody fucking tight - and the pleasure of that fact was intense. This was something he didn’t mind doing, even though Rob was in clear pain, but he knew there was pleasure there as well; the way Rob arched his hips to meet his every thrust proved that.
“OH GOD - MIKE!!!” Rob screamed suddenly, convulsing and clutching his bonds as his love spilt out over his own abdomen.
Blue barked a laugh and thrust harder - ramming Rob into the pillows until he felt his own body burning up in the ecstasy of orgasm.
With all energy spent, Blue slumped onto Rob, kissing him between breaths, enjoying the feel of Rob’s heavy breathing causing the rhythmic rise and fall of his muscled chest against his own body.
Though he was still wearing a shirt to hide the accursed scars.
Blue kissed Rob again, tenderly wiping his face of the tears, Rob’s eyes, showing nothing as he looked up at him with flushed cheeks and a sweat glistened brow.
“Yuuwyioh eiaiear teaceaeieffarpeaei Rob. Eiareiteahache elelaieeshache eibee eienenoh eiarhacheei areiteateabeeei deeeiteaiyesyuu ohtea geeeniyaraiebeeei eiteahache emohdeeeieieffar areiaraiebeeei enaieteahache yuuwyioh. Eiteahache Jii’kujii eiaraie teaesemoh elyuueffeiteaaiegeear teaaiteahache yuuwyioh elelduwbluiy eibee ariyeiteahache emdeeai.” Blue whispered.
Blue smirked at the strange look on Rob’s face and unstrapped him from the bed, then loosened the knots so Rob could free himself.
“Get changed, clean up. This never happened.” Blue said gruffly, standing up and walking to the bathroom.
Rob sat completely frozen for several minutes, before finally waking to his senses and leaving the room, heading back to his own room to clean himself up and sort out his head.
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