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Such Synful Thoughts	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 3118 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Jesus Christ!” Brian sat up and looked around wildly.

“Brian hush, hush baby, it’s…okay.” Jimmy whispered pulling him back down against his chest. Brian refused to be calmed he looked around shaking a little. He spotted Matt sitting on the couch with Zack curled on his lap fast asleep. He started to scramble away from him but Jimmy grabbed him and pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, “Hush,” he murmured soothingly, “it’s okay. It’s alright.” His lips brushed against the side of his face and Brian’s heart rate began to slow. He focused on Jimmy; his lips touching his skin, his reassuring weight on his hips, and his fingers twined with his beside his head.

Sex Drive: Mmm…he needs a kiss.
Reality: Our dead friend is back from the dead and you’re thinking about Sex!?
Denial: When is he *not* thinking about sex?

His heart began to speed up again and it wasn’t from Matt’s sudden reappearance. He shifted a little as his pants began to tighten, Jimmy quirked an eyebrow and subtly shifted his weight so he was pressing more against the bulge in his pants, “Well you certainly change gears quickly.” He whispered huskily. Brian swallowed and tried to keep his hips still, Jimmy was driving him crazy and it had been way too long since they’d fooled around. Jimmy’s breath blew in his ear and his mind grew fuzzy with lust.

“Do you two want some alone time?” Johnny snickered.

Sex Drive: YES!
Reality: Once again, our dead friend is sitting six feet away from us. We do not have time for sex.
Denial: It’s just an illusion. He’s not there.
Sex: If he’s not real then we have plenty of time for sex.
Denial: We are going to find out why our friend is back from the dead before you do anything.

Jimmy got off of him and shook his head and pulled Brian off the floor. Brian watched the singer warily, they hadn’t been on the best of terms when he had died he wasn’t sure how he was going to be received. Matt didn’t pay any attention to him; his eyes were closed and he was pressing light kisses to the side of Zack’s face and neck, one arm was wrapped around his waist holding him close, his other hand was lightly tracing the tattoos of Zack’s arm. Zack looked like he was asleep; the most peaceful sleep Brian had seen him in, in a long time.

“How long have I been out?” Brian whispered watching them, Jimmy followed his line of sight and sighed, “Close to a half hour; neither of them has said a word.”

“Have you tried…talking to him?” Brian asked, Zack opened his eyes a little and Matt whispered something to him and he snuggled a little closer to him before going back to sleep. Jimmy shook his head, “I don’t really know what to ask or if he’s even there. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Reality: Can’t lose what you don’t have!
Denial: He’s saner than us.
Reality: Bull shit, he’s batty.
Sex Drive: Figure out why Matt’s here so we can get some insane sex!

“Matt?” he whispered. The singer opened his eyes and looked at him; “Hm?” his voice was exactly how Brian remembered it; low and husky. He felt his throat close when he realized how much he had missed that voice.

“How…?” Jimmy asked softly. Matt looked troubled when he answered, “I don’t know.” He tightened his grip on Zack. He looked exhausted; whatever he had done to get to Jimmy’s house had wasted his energy reserves. Jimmy noticed too, “Zack’s staying in the room at the end of the hall. How about we figure this out after we get some sleep.” He said. Brian leaned against him, he could feel his mind spinning out of control again as he tried to process Matt’s presence. Matt nodded and, despite how tired he looked, effortlessly stood up with Zack in his arms.

Denial: He shouldn’t be able to do that…
Reality: He just did.
Sex Drive: Get upstairs and get naked dammit!

Zack woke up a little as Matt walked past, his vibrant green eyes were back, the life was back; he waved sleepily at them and then curled up in Matt’s arms and went back to sleep. Johnny padded over to them, “Am I crazy?” he whispered looking from one to the other.

“If you are we all are.” Brian said quietly, “Jesus I need some sleep.” He pressed against his temples and followed Johnny and Jimmy upstairs.

Jimmy sat on his bed and shook his head, “It’s not possible. It is not fucking possible.” He said. Brian walked over and gently pushed him onto his back and kissed his neck. Jimmy growled and rolled them over so he was on top, “It’s been weeks since we’ve fucked, we’re not taking this slow.” He pulled Brian’s pants and boxers off and the guitarist slipped his hand into his pants and roughly jerked on his hard flesh. Jimmy gasped and thrust hard into his hand.

Sex Drive: Fuck yeah Jimmy knows what to do!
Reality: OUR DEAD FRIEND IS ONE ROOM OVER AND YOU WANT TO SCREW?!
Denial: Our very sanity is at stake here and you’re fucking!

Brian pulled the drummer’s pants off and turned them over again; languidly he ran his hand up and down Jimmy’s thick length, his hips jerked forward again.

“Oh God, please Brian.” He whimpered. Brian reached into the top drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lotion. He slicked two fingers and sucked in a breath as he smeared the cold stuff on hard flesh. Carefully he stretched him until Jimmy squirmed and told him to hurry up.

He pressed himself into the drummer’s hot entrance with a content sigh as his muscles squeezed him. Jimmy moaned breathily and rocked against him almost as soon as Brian stopped moving.

“Fuck Jimmy.” He groaned and started thrusting into him.

“Damn right, now fuck Jimmy harder.” His laugh turned into a scream when Brian slammed into him. He started moving faster, pushing himself into Jimmy as hard as he could and the drummer still begged for more. He moaned as the tight muscles of Jimmy’s ass squeezed him harder as the drummer came hard screaming his name. He swore and buried himself as deep as he could and spilled his seed. He waited until he could feel his arms again before he pulled out and collapsed next to his lover. Jimmy reached over and pulled him closer before he curled against him and quickly fell asleep.

Brian stayed awake a little longer staring at the ceiling and straining to hear any sounds coming from Zack’s room.

He jerked himself awake the next morning; he could hear someone moving around in the hallway. Jimmy was still sleeping peacefully and he carefully untangled their limbs; he got up slowly and grabbed his boxers off the floor and crept quietly to the door. He closed the door behind him and went to check on Zack…and Matt.

The door was ajar and he walked up cautiously; the room was empty. He looked down the hallway a little confused and worried. He went to check the downstairs, he checked Johnny; the bassist was on his stomach totally sprawled out on the bed snoring lightly. He laughed quietly and closed the door again and went downstairs.

Zack and Matt were in the kitchen talking quietly. Zack had actually detached himself from Matt, he was sitting next to him eating a bowl of cereal and Matt had his own bowl. Matt looked over at him and he tensed, he still wasn’t sure how the singer felt about him.

Reality: He didn’t kill us last night.
Denial: That’s because Zack would’ve thrown a fit if he’d let go of him.

“Are you guys okay?” he asked quietly. Zack nodded, “Why are you up so early?” he whispered.

“I heard you in the hall.” He suddenly felt a little embarrassed that he’d wanted to check up on his adult friend.

“Why is everyone up?” Johnny walked in rubbing his eyes sleepily.

“Jimmy’s not up.” Zack snickered.

“Bullshit, like I could get any sleep with you people stomping around.” Jimmy said crankily; he wrapped his arms around Brian’s waist. Zack laughed again, Matt smiled.

“So…Matt…” Johnny said hesitantly, “are you a ghost?”

The singer’s face became troubled, “I don’t know.”

“Is this…permanent or…” Brian asked; he didn’t want to drag Zack through another three weeks of fresh mourning but he didn’t know what he would do if Matt was indeed only stopping by for a visit. Again the singer’s face was troubled, “I don’t know. I just woke up at home last night.” The troubled expression left and he nuzzled the side of Zack’s head, “By the way, I would like some of my clothes back.” He whispered playfully. Zack gave him an innocent look, “What clothes?”

“The other half of my wardrobe.”

“What makes you think I have your clothes?”

“I found most of them last night.” The singer murmured pressing a kiss to his cheek. Zack looked at him confused, “Why were you in my closet?”

“They dropped me off at my place naked and my closet was empty.”

“How’d you get to my house?”

“I walked.”

“You said you didn’t have any clothes at your place.”

“I don’t.”

Understanding lit up Zack’s eyes and he started to giggle, “Did you walk down McGalliard?”

“I took the back way.” Matt rolled his eyes, “It’s not funny.”

“No it’s not funny at all.” Zack laughed.

“Do you know how many people take walks at eleven o’ clock at night? Way too fuckin’ many.” Matt growled. Zack only laughed harder. Brian could feel Jimmy’s laughter shaking him and he started to snicker too. Johnny was laughing almost as hard as Zack.

His laughter ended abruptly when a spike of pain shot through his chest. Jimmy’s full body weight collapsed on him and his legs gave out under the strain of trying to hold both their weights. The sounds around him were muffled and the images were blurred. He coughed and tried to breathe; Johnny screamed something and hazily he saw the small bassist collapse to the floor. His body convulsed for a moment and then went still. Two dark figures walked into the room, they left his line of sight but returned a moment later, one holding Zack and the other dragging Matt. He weakly tried to grab one of their feet and pain erupted from his side. He gagged and collapsed to the floor.

Matt’s POV

Brian’s chest seemed to explode, his dark blood sprayed across the floor and he fell to the ground with Jimmy. Zack screamed and stood up but Matt pulled him back down again and pushed him to the floor. Johnny screamed as a bullet ripped through his leg and he fell to the floor, two more shots quieted him.

The Bear Man and the Bird Man came around the corner and froze; they stared at him in disbelief for a second before the Bird Man raised his gun and fired. He tried to duck out of the way but the bullet tore his shoulder open and he fell to the floor with Zack gasping in pain. He tried to push himself up and the Bird Man came over and helped by grabbing the arm of his injured shoulder and dragging him to his feet. He screamed and started to black out but forced himself back to consciousness when Zack screamed for him.

The Bear Man grabbed Zack and dragged him kicking and screaming into the living room the Bird Man followed pulling Matt along. Brian weakly moved and the Bird Man, nonchalantly, shot him again. They were tossed to the floor and Zack scrambled over to his side; his green eyes were shiny with tears and fear.

“You,” the Bear Man rumbled pointing his gun at Matt, “You’re s’posed to be dead.” He moved closer and Matt growled lowly. Zack’s cold fingers wrapped around his and he shook.

“Don’t matter. We need to get outta here.” The Bird Man grumbled. The Bear Man nodded in agreement. He walked over and grabbed Zack again, Matt wrapped his arms around him and the guitarist kicked and clawed at the Bear Man until he let him go.

“Jus’ kill ‘em.” The Bird Man sighed impatiently. The Bear Man pulled his gun out and Matt covered Zack with his own body; he waited tensely for the pain of the bullet to rip through him but it didn’t come. Someone swore and then he heard the small ‘cough’ of another round being fired; again, no pain. The door opened and then slammed shut and the house was quiet save for Zack’s teary gasps for air.

“Zack are you…hurt?” he knew he wasn’t okay, he wasn’t okay either. Hesitantly Zack nodded and made a small sound of surprise. Matt looked sat up a little and felt something pull on his shoulders, he looked over and almost choked. He had wings, huge fucking wings, coming out of his back.

Reality: What in God’s name is going on here?!
Denial: We died…no wait; we’d be back at Crossway…what the hell is going on here?!

He looked down at Zack; he was staring at him in awe. He sat up shaking and wrapped him in a hug, “I love you Matt. I love you.” He whispered. Matt kissed his cheek, “I love you too angel.” He murmured. He felt his wings wrap around them and Zack rested his head on his shoulder.

He felt something enter the room; he growled and tightened his grip on Zack, the small guitarist began to shake harder.

Help

The quiet voice whispered through his mind and he relaxed, “No, hush Zack. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s alright.” He kissed his cheek again and dropped his wings a bit. Zack looked up at him trustingly and gasped when he saw the shimmering apparitions hovering over Jimmy’s body. He looked back at Matt but he hushed him with another kiss, “They’re here to help.”

“Matty…” Zack’s quiet voice was almost fearful and he raised his wings instinctively creating a wall of safety around him, “What is it Zacky?”

“What are they going to do?”

“They’re not going to hurt them, they're going to bring them back.” He whispered; he wasn’t sure why he knew that but it felt right. Zack nodded and relaxed.

“Can I touch?” he asked hesitantly after a moment.

“You can touch any part of me you want.” Matt said kissing his neck. He felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure when Zack’s fingers gently combed through his light grey feathers. He moaned quietly and pulled Zack closer. Zack snickered quietly and ran his hand down his wing again, “I bet I could have some fun with this.” He whimpered when Matt sucked hard on his pulse point. He pressed a hand against Zack’s crotch and his hips jerked forward, his whimper turned to a quiet groan.

Jimmy’s hacking cough interrupted their moment and Zack immediately turned and looked at him. He looked back at Matt with is eyes bright with disbelief and happiness.

Sex Drive: Hey! You can’t do that to us
Reality: He does that to us all the fuckin’ time I thought you’d be used to it by now.
Denial: Having sex with our friends lying in a pool of blood probably wouldn’t be a good idea.

Jimmy’s POV

He sat up slowly and rather painfully and looked around, Brian was on the
floor beside him in a pool of blood, his eyes were open and vacant.

“It’s okay Jimmy.” Zack’s arms wrapped around him and he murmured reassuringly to him.

Denial: Okay?! Does he not see Brian? Does he not fucking see him?! This is not ‘okay’!
Reality: Oh Jesus not Brian. Not our baby.
Denial: Dream, it’s all a nightmare. That’s all it is, just a sick nightmare.

Johnny was on the other side of the doorway in his own pool of blood. Tears burned his eyes and got up and ran to the sink and threw up.

“Oh God.” he whispered miserably and sank down in front of the sink holding onto the counter as his body shook.

“Jimmy!” Zack’s warm arms wrapped around him and held him close. His small body shook and he half-carried Jimmy out of the kitchen into the living room.
He just about passed out again when he saw Matt standing in the room with a pair of massive wings sprouting from his back. “Zack…Zack the, he’s got, Zack?” he couldn’t for a coherent sentence; Zack hushed him gently and pushed him into a chair.

Reality: What the hell is going on here?
Denial: Reality has no place in this freak show.

Out the corner of his eye he saw something move and he nearly jumped back into Zack’s arms.

“It’s okay Jimmy, it’s okay. They won’t hurt us, they’re helping.” Zack whispered smoothing his hair. He looked more closely at the shimmering wraiths, they were hovering over Johnny and Brian, he heard Brian choke and then his ragged breathing filled the room. Johnny gagged and whimpered but he was breathing. Numbly he got to his feet again and stumbled over to Brian’s twitching body.

“Brian, Brian can you hear me?” he ran his fingers through his hair and watched as the life began to light up his eyes again. He spit out a mouthful of dark blood and tried to sit up; Jimmy pulled him into his arms and held him tightly as he continued to puke up blood. He could hear Zack murmuring reassuringly to Johnny and his whimpering quieted.

“Mathew! My boy I didn’t think you’d be trying to join us again so soon!” the loud voice nearly put him back into the grave; he whipped around and stared fearfully at the strange looking man in his living room.

Reality: Are these people intent on killing us?!
Denial: Jesus Christ where are they coming from?!

“Charles? What are you doing here?” Matt walked over to him surprised and the old man merely smiled.

“Who are you?” Zack asked timidly; Matt turned around and gave him a small smile, “It’s okay Zacky. He’s…a friend.” He said; Charles chuckled.

“Who is he?” Zack asked again. He stood up holding Johnny, he gently pushed the bassist over to Jimmy and he grabbed the unsteady man and pulled him close. Zack walked over to Matt and stood almost protectively next to him and watched Charles warily.

Brian’s POV

He was freezing, he didn’t know what the hell had happened but from Jimmy’s haunted expression he could tell it wasn’t anything good. Jimmy handed him one of his hoodies and he gratefully put it on. Johnny had on another one; he looked like a child curled on the couch. Zack came down the stairs in one of Matt’s hoodies and he looked almost as young as Johnny. Matt seemed to be unaffected by the cold that was plaguing everyone else. He quirked an eyebrow when he saw what Zack was wearing; the guitarist gave him a small smile and curled under one of his massive wings.

He stared at the singer for a moment; his wings must have spanned at least eight feet each. They were stunning in the light coming through the window they had an iridescent shimmer, like liquid silver. He would ruffle his feathers every now and then, Brian was pretty sure he didn’t even know he was doing it and whenever Zack was close they raised a little higher.

Jimmy plopped down next to Brian with a tired sigh. Charles sat opposite of them patiently waiting for them to get comfortable.

“Well now I’m sure you all have questions so why don’t we get some of those out of the way before we begin.” Charles said looking pointedly at Zack.

“Are you going to take him again?” he asked quietly. Matt slipped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer waiting tensely for Charles’ reply.

“Oh heavens no son, it takes a great deal of effort to bring someone back from the dead. He’s staying with you.” He said smiling. Zack visibly relaxed and cuddled a little closer to Matt’s body. Charles looked around waiting for any other questions but they stayed quiet.

Reality: Well…next?
Denial: People don’t come back from the dead; what’s the catch?

“Alright, let’s get down to the reason I’m here; why Mathew has returned.” He settled back a little and folded his fingers on his stomach, “Quite frankly this has never happened before; not the reincarnation but the events leading to it.” he mused out loud.

“Every soul has a mate; yin and yang if you will. Without one there cannot be the other, the only problem is that these soul mates can be scattered across the world and time. Usually people don’t find their soul’s mate in this life but in Crossway or as most of you know it, Limbo. Limbo is the place where souls wait to find their other half, they can’t move on without it.” He sat up and put his arms on his legs with his hands clasped between his legs and looked at Matt, “Not only is it rare that you have found your soul’s mate the connection you two have is absolutely unheard of.”

Matt blinked and Zack straightened a little and looked at him and then at Charles.

Reality: Well, that is certainly unexpected.
Denial: This ‘soul mate’ stuff is too mushy for us.
Reality: Shut up and pay attention this is getting interesting.

“We seriously underestimated that bond and when you two met at the River it actually grew stronger. I’m certain anyone else wouldn’t have resisted that connection and the two souls would have united and moved on; but you didn’t do that. When you forced Zackary back you stretched that bond too far; that’s why you were in pain, your souls were trying to reach each other but of course couldn’t cross the border of life and death without help. Eventually the strain would have destroyed Mathew’s soul and eventually Zackary’s. Speaking of the pain, how are you faring now that you’re back?” He asked abruptly.

“It’s gone.” Matt answered quietly, Zack nodded.

“Why did it get worse when Matt got closer?” Jimmy asked; Brian was so absorbed in the story he had almost forgotten he was there.

“You mean the bleeding? Physical manifestation of the soul’s pain; once Mathew crossed back over the souls began seeking each other out with greater force. Like when you’re thirsty and need water, the thirst seems to become greater when you’re pouring the water into a glass than when you were in the hot sun.” he explained; Jimmy thought for a moment and then nodded slowly, “Okay.”

“Now that we have the ‘why’ out of the way there are a few more things to discuss. Since we can’t arbitrarily bring people back from the dead you’re reincarnation needs to hold another purpose, aside from literally saving your soul.” He chuckled at his joke and Brian almost rolled his eyes.

Reality: Be nice, we’ll be seeing him again I bet.
Denial: Like he’d remember us.

“Mathew you’ve formally been appointed Zackary’s Guardian. Usually that’s a task reserved for disembodied souls but we had to put something together a bit hastily.” He chuckled again, “Hence the wings. There’s not much to it, you only need to protect him. Though there are some, what’s the word kids uses nowadays…cool? Yes it’s got some cool things to go with it.”

Johnny muffled a laugh and Charles grinned at him before looking back to Matt, “I can show you how to use some of these attributes right now, others you’ll have to discover on your own.” He said standing up. Matt straightened up, his wings flared a little and Zack watched him carefully.

“You’ve already found out about the shielding ability of your wings. They are stronger than any steel you’ll find here on earth; nothing will get through them.” Almost nonchalantly Charles raised his hand and a bright blue sphere shot out toward Zack; Matt dropped a wing around him and the sphere dissolved harmlessly against his feathers.

“Was the demonstration necessary.” He growled, he kept his wing around Zack and Brian couldn’t see what he was doing.

“Not really, but I like to show off.” Charles replied flippantly. “The next order of business will be your new ways of getting around. You can obviously fly, but since you are technically a spirit in physical form you can transport as well. If you concentrate on someplace you want to be and will yourself there you’ll appear there. Or close to it depending on how much energy you have. Don’t try any long distance transporting until you know your limits; start small, go from the living room to the kitchen or from upstairs to outside. Transporting is a tiring procedure.” He started to pace a little with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Here’s one of the more important parts. Your soul is tied directly to Zackary’s; that means you two will always know where the other is, how they’re feeling, and I’m sure with your bond you’ll eventually be able to hear thoughts. This part can be a bit confusing so listen carefully.” He said and stopped pacing. Matt dropped his wing a little as he put more attention on Charles and he could see Zack again. He had his head on Matt’s shoulder and, from what he could see, his arms around his waist. He looked perfectly content.

Reality: You know if that were us we would be freaking out.
Denial: We wouldn’t freak out. We’d probably pass out.

“Mathew since you are a Guardian you are for all intents and purposes immortal. But,” he held up a finger, “that immortality is a temporary one, well in the earth’s time it is only fleeting but I digress, since your soul is linked to Zackary’s you will only have your physical form until his soul moves on. Once his body dies you will revert back to being a soul; until that happens though you will be invulnerable to any disease or illness, physical wounds will heal, absolutely nothing can hurt you unless Zack is hurt. His pain will translate to your pain, which is why Guardians are sometimes a little over protective.” He chuckled again and Brian had the feeling there was actually a funny story behind that particular tidbit.

“I can’t die?” Matt asked quietly; Brian was sure he could see Zack tighten his arms around him.

“Not until Zack dies. Someone could come in right now and rip your head off; it would take an hour or two but you will eventually return to the form you’re in now.”

Reality: Well thank you for that lovely example.
Denial: I don’t think that was called for.

“What about these things?” Matt asked stretching his wings a little, “Can I hide them or somethin’?”

Charles shook his head, “No need. Corny as it may sound only the people that love you will be able to see them. Don’t worry, they won’t hamper you, unless you are using them they will stay in their spirit form. They’ll pass through anything…although…” He paused and rubbed his chin, “Actually I may have lied. For anyone else they wouldn’t be noticeable but…when you’re on stage are there cameras?” he inquired. Matt nodded and Charles smiled, “Well then your fans will certainly have something to talk about. Electronics pick up on the spirit world; they won’t be able to see the wings as clearly as your friends but they’ll definitely see a shadow or maybe a faint outline. Oho! I’m going to have to keep an eye on that bit of tabloid gossip.” He laughed. Matt sighed and Zack giggled quietly.

“I have a question.” Johnny said timidly, Charles looked at him, still smiling, and nodded. Johnny bit his lip for a moment like he suddenly regretted even speaking up but he shook his head and asked anyway, “Do…will his feathers shed?” He seemed to curl further into Jimmy’s hoody after he asked and Charles’ face took on a slightly confused look, “Shed…Oh you mean molt. He’ll lose a feather or two on occasion but that will be quite rare.” He said smiling. Johnny uncurled a little and nodded.

“Okay. I’ve covered all the basics and now for your cover story.” Charles said beginning to pace again, “The story the world knows is that you were shot almost fatally in your home almost four weeks ago; you were in critical condition for the first two and you’ve steadily gotten better. You were released from the hospital at noon today and you have another two weeks of rest before you are to be out and about.” He stopped pacing and looked at Matt, “Any questions?”

“Who killed me?” he whispered. Charles raised an eye brow, “That you already know.” He said. Matt furrowed his forehead but Charles faded from sight before he could ask anything else.

Reality: Oh that’s helpful.
Denial: I don’t really want to wake up in a pool of blood again so Matt had better get on this.

“Well this has certainly been an interesting morning.” Jimmy said standing up, “Who wants breakfast?” Johnny sat up and nodded and Brian felt his stomach rumble hungrily. He stood up with Jimmy and stretched; he took a deep breath and looked to the kitchen. The blood was gone. He blinked and relaxed.

“Oh thank God.” Jimmy mumbled. Brian wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him toward the kitchen.

A/N: Voila! Another long chapter =D
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