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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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One particular time, it felt a strange new force - one it had felt only once before - it wasn’t scary, but it still was strange and unnerving.
It didn’t know what to do, so it sent a telepathic wave out into the Otherworld, hoping for some sort of comfort - but the wave was poorly controlled and it spun lazily, sailing into the realms beyond, swerving and wobbling about as though it was a tipsy Chester struggling to walk in a straight line, until the wave spun totally out of control and convulsed, like a hiccup - and faded into nothing with a little mental ‘pop!’.
It couldn’t sigh, nor cry in frustration and insecurity, so it grabbed onto the cord and hugged it tight, curling into a more foetal like ball, and started sucking its hand, pulling as far away as it could from the front wall, which rhythmically advanced, then retreated.
With the sound of the voices around it however, it soon relaxed some, knowing it wouldn’t be hurt, knowing the sighs of pain and exertion, the moans and the words, were just verbal soothings, for what was, and what would soon be.
Not even the first scream worried it.

~*~*~

Rob locked the door with one hand - the other was occupied with Mike’s thigh.
A moan from Mike was all that was needed to make Rob weak at the knees - he staggered back, his body engaged with Mike’s taste as he was pushed down onto his bed, his every sense flooded by the urges driving this madness.
Mike kissed him harder, driving Rob deep into the pillows, pulling at the restraining material around Rob’s throbbing length until he was free.
Rob moaned as Mike caressed his arousal, arching his hips into the emcee’s hands, moaning again as Mike pulled a bottle of lube from his back pocket and started applying a tiny amount to Rob’s entrance.
The drummer made a move for Mike’s shirt, wanting to see what Mike was like truly naked - but the older man grabbed his wrists and drove Rob’s hands back down onto the bed.
Mike shoved himself onto him, biting at Rob’s already bruised lips, frantically tonguing him, biting him - pulling at his skin - bruising him.
As Mike kissed him, he spilt a tiny bit more lubricant into his hands and rubbed it onto his erection, then dropped the bottle on the floor, shoving Rob violently into the pillows, biting him, tracing his tongue around his jaw line back to his lips.
“Now!” Rob gasped, grabbing Mike’s head and dragging him into a kiss.
The emcee took the demand - smashing himself into Rob’s tight orifice, breaking the kiss to let Rob’s scream rupture throughout the house.
Tears rolled down Rob’s cheeks as he gritted his teeth, willing himself to take Mike’s size - wanting to prove he was worth Mike’s attentions.
But it hurt - more than the two other times - even more than the first time.
Perhaps Mike didn’t put on enough lube.
He let Mike go for a while, until the pain got too much and he decided he’d better say something.
“Blue...” Rob panted between breaths, between Mike’s thrusts.
“What?” Mike managed to say.
“You’re... Hurting me...” Rob gasped.
Mike barked a laugh and slowed to a halt, keeping his erection deep inside the throbbing warmth and kissing the drummer intensely.
“I dropped it on the floor. I don’t want to leave you.” Mike said.
“Well you can’t just lie here... It’s hurting.” Rob whined.
“Okay, okay...” Mike climbed off of the taller man and retrieved the bottle.
He poured a more liberal amount into his hand and smeared it over his cock, fingering himself before placing the bottle on the bedside table and lying back down on Rob.
“Okay now?” He asked.
“Do something and I’ll tell you!” Rob sighed.
Mike threw his arms back in fists and slammed them down on Rob’s chest - Rob cried out in a scream, which quickly turned into a moan as Mike eased his length back into Rob’s hole.
“Harder! Fuck it harder!” Rob shouted.
Mike sped up, pounding the pleasure spot within, barely uttering a sound as Rob moaned, clawing at Mike’s shirt desperately.
“More!” He gasped.
The emcee was already going as hard and as fast as he could - but he tried for Rob’s sake.
Suddenly Mike yelped.
“Rob!” He shouted, unable to restrain a load moan of ecstasy.
Rob’s own erection was already fading, he was panting and feeling content, despite the fact he hadn’t felt himself orgasm.
Mike fell on top of him, breathing heavily as he kissed Rob lightly on the lips.
“Blue...” Rob asked.
“Hmm?” Was the soft reply.
“Why do you always fuck with a shirt on?”
There was an awkward silence for a moment.
“I get off on it.” The rapper said at last.
“Really?” Rob sat up.
“Yep. Stop asking questions. Uo dnee ot trse. Rfo eth eska fo eth mfedore rbreea.” Mike whispered.
Rob looked at him with a strange expression.
“Mike... What the hell are you doing?” He asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Before - what was that? Do it again.”
“What?”
“That noise - those noises! You know, you were just doing them.”
Mike hesitated.
“Ear uo gnĭklta tuoab sĭth egaugnla?”
Rob stared.
“That... Is weird.” He announced with a bizarre expression.
“What?” Mike insisted.
“You sound like a hyena. Gargles, snarls whistles and that shit - ya know - Brad was right. You are weird.” Rob put a pillow over his manhood, covering it from sight.
“I was?” Mike muttered, quite taken aback.
“Dude, don’t tell me you didn’t hear that. You’re flipping out.” Rob shook his head.
“Maybe I am.” Mike stood up. “I gotta go. There’s things I need to do.”
“Right... You go do that.” Rob watched him with the same I-think-you’re-crackin’-up look.
Mike sighed and got dressed, then left the house, with Rosie close in heel.
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