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I'm not, I'm not a Whore
By : Darcie
Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Korn
Views: 2068 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Korn. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
Chapter 2 (Jay/Amir of Orgy)
Darkness came quickly to the west coast of the United States. Darkness brings out the freak, sexual emotions and withheld devotions in all of us. There was no excon ton that night in the smoggy and cloudy city of Angels. A white tiled bathroom was filling ever so nicely with steam. The relaxing never ending stream of hot water was massaging the naked skin of two lovers pressed against the shower wall.
The taller lover’s normally spiked and perfect black hair was now matted to his head, droplets traveling through the whole in his eyebrow piercing and droplets clinging to his lips until he’d place them on the back of his older but shorter lov nec neck. His rock hard organ sheathing the man in front of him repeatedly, the name falling from his lips over and over. “Amir” he would whisper in his lover’s ear.
Amir’s shoulder length hair still had two tones and moved back to cover a bite mark left by his dominating bandmate as he threw his head back in ecstacy. His powerful legs were spread to allow full entrance to his body and to keep him standing, his knees were weakening under Jay’s administrations. His arms were raised to the point where his hands, intertwined with Jay’s, would have been eye level, if he had ever opened his eyes. The intense sex and passion blinded him. Neither of the Orgy boys heard the soft chick of the bathroom door close. Jay continued to plummet into the flesh of Amir as an unexpected guest dirtied the spotless tiled floor with mud, dropping from a pair of boots.
“Oh fuck, Jay.” The guitar synthesizer player was becoming more vocal as he squeezed his eyes even tighter shut.
The singer only nodded against Amir’s shoulder and slightly opened his heavy lids to see a blurred image in the mirror through the shower’s glass sliding door. It appeared to be a man, yet was closer to the living dead. A wet black mass adorned the head, shiny metal in the eyebrow, the clothes seeming to be thick, as if drenched by rain, that happened to be falling outside the warm house. Amir moaned as Jay continued warily. The small dark eyes in the mirror blinked once. Twice, before the glass door was suddenly slid open. Panic ripped through Jay as Amir screamed and felt a heavy pressure on his backside as Jay attempted to mold into him. The living dead was living, a living, ragged breathing Jonathon Davis, whose dark wild eyes examined the couple, still together and trembling.
“What the fuck?” Jonathon’s mouth barely moved, his teeth grinding together.
Jay exhaled a long breath on Amir’s skin causing the frightened, more sensitive man, to shiver.
Jonathon grinned wickedly as he sensed the fear in Amir. Moving his face towards Amir, he whispered. “You better be fucking afraid, pussy.”
“That is enough, Jon!” the tall ex-god to Jon exclaimed.
“No! It will never be enough! My heart inside is fading, this shits gone way too far!” His pale hands grasped the shower door, slamming it closed. The glass shattered as Amir fainted against Jay’s lanky form.
It was thundering like hell now as the sports utility vehicle hydroplaned here and there, yet remained on the highways. Emotion after emotion made itself prominent then faded as Jonathon rambled continually. Whether he was speaking to his steering wheel or screaming at God couldn’t be determined. Sobs suddenly racked his thin frame. “What the fuck have I done to deserve this pain, extreme agony! What did I do wrong? I love you, Darren. I swear. I’m being sincere.” A smile could be spotted when a flash of lightning sliced the sky. “I swear. I love you, Jay.”
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