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Five Finger Death Punch	By : mmarc56 Category: Celebrities - Misc > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Five Finger Death Punch or any of its members, this story is a work of fiction, and I made no money writing it.

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Chapter Forty: War

Ivan had just the right amount of alcohol in his system: just enough to make a poor decision. He looked at himself in the mirror, late at night, and traced the blueish-purple, hand-shaped bruise branded across the left side of his face. It fueled his malicious desires.

He wasn’t going to kill his lover, but he would make sure he was never violent with him again.

Ivan grabbed an extension cord from the bassist’s garage and crept into his bedroom.

He put a knee into the mattress and stretched the thick, orange wire between his hands. Chris was sleeping on his side, back to him, snoring softly and shallowly, but his dog raised its head and watched him through the dark with its large, black eyes.

A dog wasn’t a witness.

Ivan stood there, one knee in the mattress for a long time as the dog continued to stare at him. The courage to do it was building up inside of him.

Chris would never leave him, and he deserved this.

He’d know he deserved this.

Ivan moved quickly. He hooked the extension cord under his jaw and pulled back, waking him up and alerting the dog. The pug barked crazily, jumped to the floor, and bounced back and forth, and Chris choked and reached for his throat, but he couldn’t grab ahold of the wire. Ivan continued to pull tighter and tighter, and Chris managed to get to his feet, which didn’t help him. He fell onto his knees while trying to back his aggressor into the wall, but Ivan stayed on him, holding the cord steadfast. The older man sputtered and struggled to grab at his assailant who stayed safely behind him and the dog continued to raise hell, but it never tried to fight.

Chris’s efforts at resisting began to slow and Ivan closed in, rested his elbows on his shoulders, and crossed the orange wire between his hands. His choking sounds stopped and his body began to go limp, but he was still conscious.

Ivan released him right before he passed out.

The bassist’s body heaved. The younger man stood over him, the extension cord dangling from one fist, as he waited for him to catch his breath. As he waited, the anger inside of his heart rose in a furious crescendo and right as Chris began to turn over he jumped on him.

He punched him hard across the jaw and released the thick, orange wire so he could concentrate all his strength on dominating the older man. All morals were lost to him; nothing could stop him now, not even his love for him.

Chris’s eyes widened when they focused on his attacker and the magnitude of the situation hit him. This was a fight for his life now and his beloved partner was the one trying to kill him – or so he assumed.

Ivan struck him in the eye, and then Chris attempted to push him down onto his side by his neck so he could gain the advantage, which he succeeded in doing due to being much stronger than the singer. It took a lot of effort, however, because he was still fatigued from being strangled.

Ivan continued to land blows on him, though, to the point that the pain no longer came in bursts but was a lasting ache the affected his whole body. Chris spent more time trying to restrain him than hit him, so he continued to suffer until he released himself from the floor fight and stumbled to his feet. Once standing, he became aware of the throb in his head and the sound of his dog barking, a sound which had previously faded into the background, and although he wasn’t being choked at that moment he struggled to breathe.

Ivan stood up shakily and caught his balance, and when he mustered up the capability to strike he stepped quickly towards the bassist with a ready fist.

Everything seemed to slow down and Chris’s vision zoomed in on the younger man’s infuriated expression. He raised an open hand, and as his aggressor’s fist connected with his chest he followed through with a clean motion as if he was throwing a baseball, caught Ivan’s face in his large palm, and pushed him back by the head.

Time caught up and things returned to their regular speed as Ivan’s head connected with a wooden bedpost. A sound somewhere in between a crack and thud rang out and the singer fell onto the floor.

Chris stood there, watched the younger man as he manage to pull his legs into his chest, and listened to his pug dog yap. His eyes checked the bedpost, but unable to see through the dark he walked closer – confident Ivan wouldn’t try to hurt him again – and examined the wood for blood. There was none.

He glanced down at the man sitting balled up by his legs, and the man stared coldly back up. He got down on his knees without saying a word and touched the sensitive part of the back of his head, and even in the dark, when he held his fingers up to his eyes he could see the blackness smeared on their tips.

Chris sat back on his heels and breathed, “What the hell was that, Ivan? Were you trying to kill me?” The singer put his face into his knees. “Ivan, were you trying to kill me? Like, actually attempting murder?”

“No…” he murmured.

He grabbed him roughly by the hair and pulled his head up so he looked at him. “Then what was that?”

His drunken eyes sharpened. “You deserved it,” he responded shakily.

Chris paused and then rose to his feet with the singer’s yellow hair still clenched in his fist and ordered him, “Stand up.”

He let go off his hair once he stood and pulled him by his arm into the bathroom across the room. Ivan let Chris handle him this way and seat him on the toilet seat as he inspected his head under the fluorescent lighting. His fingers gently moved his yellow hair matted with blood and stimulated the painful throb in the back of his skull. The injury didn’t appear to be bleeding anymore and upon applying pressure to it the bassist concluded that the bone wasn’t broken either. He worked in silence as he wet the bathroom towel and cleaned the blood out of his hair, and Ivan felt his heart vibrate as Chris tenderly cared for the wound he had caused. As he leaned over him, his beard of dreadlocks dangled in front of his face and he relished the soft tickle of the hair against his skin. He realized then that nothing comforted him more than the touch of his partner’s beard and he wanted to put his face in it and fall asleep on his chest, and the alcohol in his system was finally beginning to loll him to sleep.

When the bassist stepped back, Ivan stared with flattened eyebrows at the bruise branded across his left eye. He mumbled his name softly to him, but was either not heard or ignored. Chris discarded the damp towel into the bathtub and stood him up, but Ivan fell into him. “Chris?” he whispered again.

The older man refused to hug him and held him up straight. “What?”

“I’m sorry.” His knees shook as he spoke. “I—I’m sorry I’ve been drinking…”

Chris stared at him. “I know you’ve been,” he replied coldly, “Come on.”

The bassist retrieved the younger man’s keys before they walked outside into the night where he strapped the singer into the passenger seat of his car. He then drove him through the dark roads dotted with the lights of quiet street lamps in utter silence, a silence so thick and heavy even the car’s engine seemed smothered beneath its massive weight.

They pulled into Ivan’s driveway and he helped him out of his car and up to the door. He granted himself access by unlocking it and walked the singer inside and upstairs to his bed where he laid him down.

“Listen to me,” he whispered as if he was afraid he would be heard by some unwelcomed patron lurking in the shadows, “Don’t you ever come by my house again without my consent. Do you understand that?” Ivan nodded slowly. “Alright then.” He stood up straight. “I’ll let myself out.”
Chris left the singer’s car keys downstairs and chose to walk several long, quiet, and lonely miles home in the dark.
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