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Wolves on Campus	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2274 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own or know the members of Avenged Sevenfold. I'm making no profit from this and this is all fiction. None of this ever happened.

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Move in Weekend
Zack woke up at, what he thought, an ungodly hour the next morning; eight-thirty. Matt was also starting to wake up but was fighting consciousness until their alarm went off. He groaned and buried his head in Zack’s neck still trying to find sleep. Zack giggled and reached over the other wolf’s shoulder to silence the annoying buzzing.

“C’mon Matty it’s move in day!” he chirped happily. Matt grumbled something and didn’t make any move to get up. Zack rolled him over and straddled his hips and lightly pressed his lips to his chest, “Time to get up.” He murmured. Matt’s lips twitched up into a smile, “Something’s getting up all right.”

Zack could feel him hardening under his thin boxers and he shook his head, “The rest of you needs to follow suit.” He said rolling his eyes. He got off him and went to stand in the doorway of the bathroom, “If you want one more morning of shower sex before we get to school you have to be in here before I’m done.” He called. He turned around out the corner of his eye saw Matt rolling out of bed.

The move in was well coordinated but not coordinated how Zack wanted it. The day was split up into thirds, from nine o’ clock to noon students with last names starting with A-G moved in, from noon to three o’ clock was H-N, and the rest of the alphabet moved in from three o’ clock to six o’ clock. They decided to cheat a little though and Zack and Brian were leaving at 9:30 so they would be there at 11:30. They were all in the same dorm so there couldn’t be too much of a problem.

They had, of course, picked each other for room mates. Brian had, what Zack called a horrendous lapse in judgment, signed up for not only a double room but had gone into what they called “Pot Luck” to find a room mate. Which meant his room mate was chosen at random. He was starting to regret that now, but it was too late to go back. He’d gotten his room mate’s information the last day of Welcome Week and still hadn’t sent him any messages.

“Have you talked to your room mate yet?” Zack teased as they drove to campus. Brian swatted his arm, “Don’t remind me.” He muttered. Zack laughed, “Well, you’re about to meet him. This could get awkward.” He continued to snicker. Brian ignored him. Zack continued to poke fun at him until he turned up the radio to drown him out, but he still sat in his seat and giggled.

Campus was insane. Traffic was backed up almost to the main road, campus police officers directed traffic and gave directions to lost freshmen, students and their family members were everywhere unloading their things and giving tearful good-byes. Zack watched all the people with rapt attention and a twinge of heart break. He didn’t really say good-bye to his mother, nothing but a heart in the sand to let her know that he loved her. He turned away from the window, his good mood soured by guilt and pain.

England Two Years Ago

He hadn’t been home in centuries, sure they’d gone back to Europe a few times, but they’d never ventured close to where he grew up. He’d never thought about it before, unlike Matt and Brian who seemed to miss their mortal lives he had never had the inclination to go back to the mud pit where he had lived. Now that they were close though he was rethinking that.

The concert wasn’t until tomorrow night, and they could wander around the city at their leisure. His little town was only a few miles away, nothing to a car or even his fleet-footed wolf form. He stared out the window of the bus at nothing in particular; indecision plagued him and he didn’t know why. He was curious to see if the town was still there but something else told him he didn’t want to know.

“What’s up Zack?” Johnny asked nuzzling his arm. Zack lightly shook himself and then shrugged, “The town where I grew up isn’t far from here.” He explained. Johnny nodded knowingly, “Why don’t you go see it?” he suggested. Zack chewed one of his piercings, “I don’t know.” He said finally. Johnny cocked his head to the side, “What?”

“I want to go…but I don’t. I don’t know why I don’t want to go.” He said. The little brown and gray wolf gave him a blank look, “I have no idea what you’re trying to tell me.” He said after a moment. Zack laughed, “It’s okay. I don’t know what I’m trying to tell myself.” He looked out the window again and made up his mind, “I’m gonna go. You wanna come?” he asked looking at Johnny again. Johnny looked like he was about to agree then shook his head, “It would probably be better if you went alone.” He said somewhat cryptically. Zack stared at him for a moment but the little wolf didn’t say anything else. He shrugged and checked his pockets for his wallet and phone and then turned and headed for the door.

Matt and Jimmy were on their way back to the bus when they stepped out, Jimmy waved and Matt smiled, “Where are you goin’?” he asked.

“My village.” Zack said. Matt wrinkled his brow in confusion, “I thought that was further north?”

Zack snorted, “Either your memory is starting to go or you have a horrible sense of direction.” He giggled and Matt scowled at him, “My memory and sense of direction are fine.” He sniffed. Zack pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, “I’m sure.” He snickered, “My village is only a few miles away, to the west.”

Matt lightly smacked his leg, “Don’t get lost.” He said when Zack headed for the road. Zack flipped him off and took off at a light jog heading down a road that had once been nothing more than two ruts and a lot of mud.

He had left the bus close to one and they made it to the outskirts of the village close to seven. He hadn’t been on the main road long, it was a little weird to see a rock star running down the road; he had taken a nice shortcut through some fields and small thickets. Zack slowed his jog to a walk and looked around; everything was changed. What had once been a fairly large forest was now only flat land and rolling hills. In the distance he could see the crumbling remains of their church. The houses and fields were gone though.
He stopped and bit his lip, it wasn’t right. The land wasn’t how it was supposed to be, how he remembered it. He knew exactly where the houses were supposed to be, but they were gone. The carefully tended fields were gone. What should have been rows and rows of grain were now only long grasses waving in the light breeze. He started jogging again toward the empty space.

He crested a small hill and came to a rigid halt. There were houses, houses and a field that were supposed to be on the other side of the hill. He thought for a moment that maybe he had been looking at the area from the wrong angle, but quickly banished that thought. The church had always been on that hill, you could see the bell tower from anywhere in the village. With the houses on this side of the hill they couldn’t see it. The village had been moved.

There was movement in the village as well. He cautiously began his descent circling wide to avoid too much detection. As he got closer he could see people actually going in and out of the houses, their clothing was similar to what he remembered, a little cleaner and probably better quality but it was what it was supposed to be. There were women and smaller children working in the tiny gardens behind the houses, boys and men were in the tiny rectangular field off to the side of the dirt road leading into the village. The scythe’s gleamed in the sunlight and a feeling of vertigo overtook Zack for a moment. It was something almost straight from his memory, but it wasn’t.

In his memory he knew every one of those people, he knew their first names, their profession, if they owed a debt to the baron, how many children they had, when they were to be wed, how long they had been wed. These strangers were nothing more than foreign faces in familiar clothing.

He reached the dirt road and saw a parking lot and a little shop only a half mile away. There was a group of people heading toward him. He could here a woman talking loudly over the chatter of the group and he strained his ears to hear the words.

“This village was built in the year twelve hundred and fifty-six.” The woman said, there were a few exclamations from the group; Zack’s stomach clinched.

“The people working here are dressed in period clothing and using all the tools they had available back then. There’s a small well over there,” she pointed to her right, “that wasn’t dug until sometime in the sixteen hundreds though. This all used to be a forest and surveyors think the underground stream that feeds the well was at one point above ground and that would be where the village got their water.”

The group was closer and Zack decided to jump in to see what else the woman had to say about their village. A few of the older people gave him strange looks but the woman began talking again and they promptly forgot about the pierced and tattooed man that joined their group.

“This village paid tithes to the church and also had to pay taxes to Baron Thomas who owned the land where they lived and farmed. There was one prominent family in town that owned three dairy cows, a mule, and two horses. No records have come up with a name for them though. In all the church records it simply gives a first name.”
“Holmes.” Zack said before he could stop himself. The woman stopped mid-sentence and looked around the group confused, “Excuse me?”

“Holmes. The family’s name was Holmes. Gregory and his wife Emily. Emily was a seamstress, that’s where they got the extra money.” His mouth went dry when he realized everyone in group had gone quiet and were looking at him oddly. The tour leader was only slightly gaping at him, “You’re just making that up aren’t you?” she stuttered. Zack thought of the only excuse he could, “I’ve traced my family history back to them.” He said weakly. The woman regained her composure and seemed to accept the excuse, “Oh, well maybe you should talk to some of the archeologists working on this site. They’ve been trying to figure that family out for years.” She said briskly. Then she began her sentence again and moved on like nothing had happened.

Zack dropped out of the group and headed back to the church.

The church wasn’t a massive as he remembered it, but there were some fairly large piles of rubble surrounding its foundation. There was a shiny new plaque next to the gaping hole where the wooden doors had rotted away. Zack read over it once and then read it again a little slower.

According to a local legend a witch has a grave marker in this hallowed ground; Anna Baker was accused of turning her second youngest son into a wolf to carry out her demonic deeds. The legend says that one morning the boy went missing. They followed his footprints to the small creek that used to run through the area and found only a heart drawn in the sand and a set of massive wolf prints.

In March of 1397 she was formerly charged with practicing witchcraft and burned at the stake. The town’s people didn’t bury her ashes but they did erect a small tombstone in her honor and for her son. The rest of the Baker family is buried with her as well. The town was moved from its original location to the other side of the hill for fear that the evil spirit of the witch might kill their crops.

Zack felt his legs go out from under him. There was a loud rushing sound in his ears, his body felt heavy and his heart ached. His mother had done nothing wrong, the story was wrong anyway. There would’ve been two sets of footprints, his and Matt’s. A thought occurred to him, but he tried to force it back. His father could’ve lied. They had to have seen the two sets of foot prints. His father knew he had met a man.

Tears stung his eyes and a few dripped onto the emerald grass. His father had probably been the one to bring the charges of witchcraft against her to protect his own sorry reputation. He wouldn’t have wanted the town to know he had run off with a man.

For the first time since the fight he could understand Isaac’s anger at him. If he hadn’t run off his mother wouldn’t have suffered that horrible death. He knew why Isaac had wanted him dead and he agreed. Their mother wasn’t capable of squishing a spider and the heathens in that town damn well knew it but they went along with his father anyway.

He jolted himself from his thoughts when he became aware of someone standing next to him. He whipped around and saw Matt sitting a few feet away, the wolf prints in the sand. Something in him broke and tears flowed freely from him; Matt’s warm arms wrapped around him and held him securely against him, “I know love, I know.”

Present Day
“Zack you okay?” Brian asked quietly finally turning the radio down. Zack nodded and scratched his cheek; he felt wetness on his fingers and pulled his hand away. Crystalline tears coated his finger tips. He wiped his cheek with the back of his hand and shook himself. His mother was long dead, as was the rest of his family, the pain in his heart though refused to listen to the logic of his mind.

“What’s wrong Zacky?” Brian asked more concerned. Zack shook his head, “I…it hurts when I think about her.” He answered quietly. Brian nodded, “I can understand that.” He said. He reached over and pulled Zack against his shoulder, “It gets easier puppy, I promise.” He whispered. Zack nuzzled his neck and shivered, he was calling Matt as soon as he got to his room.

“Miss me already?” Matt chuckled. Zack smiled wanly even though he knew Matt couldn’t see him, “You could say that.” He said. Matt picked up on his mood, “What’s wrong puppy?” he asked worriedly. Zack shook his head and looked around the tiny room again, “Nothing, I was just…I really don’t know.” He sighed then laughed quietly, “This room is smaller than our bus.”

“How big?” Matt asked curiously.

“Well it’s kind of ‘Z’ shaped. There’s a little space by the door with a bed and open closet and then there’s another space by the window.” He paced off the longest part of the room, “The longest part is about twenty paces.”

Matt sighed, “Good thing we’re used to each other.”

Zack giggled, “Brian is going to hate himself.” Matt’s coarse voice buried the lingering pain the memory of his family had brought. A rough laugh came to his ear through the phone, “Maybe his bitching will scare away the kid.” He laughed again. Zack smiled, a full smile, and plopped down on his bed. He was yet to put anything away so there still weren’t any sheets on it, but it was a lot more comfortable than he’d thought it would be.

“When will you be here?” he asked. Matt snorted, “If Johnny had his way we’d already be half way there. I don’t know which of you is worse.” He said. He faintly heard Johnny barking in the background and he chuckled, “I don’t bark as much.”

“No, but your shedding makes up for that.” Matt countered. Zack almost stuck his tongue out at him, but settled for an indignant huff.

“We’ll be up there soon angel.” Matt said lightly. Zack sighed and rolled over onto his back and then giggled quietly.

“What?” Matt asked, Zack made a humming sound and shook his head, “Nothing.”

“Bullshit, you’re thinking of something dirty.” Matt laughed. Zack unzipped his pants, “No I’m not.” He said sweetly.

“What is it?”

“When did thinking of you become something dirty?” He laughed, he looked up to make sure the door was locked and then wiggled a hand into his pants.

“Depends on what I’m doing.” Matt answered huskily. Zack’s eyes fluttered shut as his rough fingers ghosted along his hardening length, “You’re not doing anything.” He said innocently.

“I bet.” He chuckled. Zack smiled and lightly ran his thumb over his tip, his hips jerked involuntarily with the feeling, he bit back a moan. Matt’s low laugh came through the phone, “I heard that.”

“Heard what?” Zack asked, “Matt,” his hand stilled for a moment and then tightened again, “what’s the best sex you’ve ever had?” he asked huskily. Matt groaned quietly, “Gods I don’t know.”

“Liar, I’ve heard you jack yourself off in the shower.” A delighted shiver went through him when he thought of Matt’s tanned body glistening with water, his calloused hand wrapped tightly around his manhood; eyes squeezed shut, and softly panting while his hand pulled him closer to his orgasm.

“Why do you want to know?” he breathed, Zack laughed, “Just curious.” He said coyly, “So who was it?” he unbuttoned his pants and wiggled them a little further down his hips and pulled his boxers down.

“Brian.” Matt said finally, he whimpered and Zack’s hand tightened on his fully erect cock. He licked his suddenly dry lips, “That all you’re gonna tell me?” he gasped softly when he gently twisted the swollen tip of his penis. Matt’s breathing was heavier, “Gods, I, uh, fuck I’ll tell you when I get up there.” He panted.
“Why can’t you tell me now?” he whimpered. Matt groaned, “It’s a long story,” he laughed hoarsely, “and I don’t either of us will last.” He moaned Zack’s name quietly and Zack could almost see him leaning against a wall thrusting into his hand silently begging for a release. Zack shivered and wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, “Matty, make me cum.” He whispered.

“Uh, fuck, so tight Zack, so tight.” He groaned, Zack closed his eyes and listened to his soft cries while he pleasured himself more than two hours away. He spread his legs more and moved his hand faster, “Harder Matt.” He whispered. Matt gasped and whimpered something in what Zack thought was ancient Greek.

“Remember the first time we had sex?” Zack panted, his orgasm was rapidly approaching, he moaned loudly and arched into his hand.

“Fuck, yes.” Matt groaned and then cried out Zack’s name. Zack bit his lip; cold piercings clinked quietly against his teeth. He whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut even tighter.

“Cum for Zacky, cum for me.” Matt whispered huskily. Zack gasped Matt’s name and came hard in his hand. His body relaxed, numb and satiated, he purred contently into the phone, “You’d better get here soon.”
Matt laughed and hung up.

A/N: Short chappy I know, but who doesn’t love phone sex? LOL! I’ll try to update as frequently as I can but this semester’s schedule is going to kick my butt. Fun stuff starts in the next chapter ^_^
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