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Savagely Bitter And Deathly Sweet	By : FrankiesLove Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > AFI Views: 1233 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of AFI. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Author's Note: Mmmm...my favorite chapter, personally. Still in Adam's point of view. Lovely Adam. (pets him)

[Spoliation – (noun): The act of stripping and taking by force.]

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Spoliation

For the last few weeks there was nothing but jealousy and anger within my heart. I had seen them together so very often that it was sickening to my stomach. Watching them as they flirted on the stage, as Davey got close to Jade and all but gave him the foreplay they needed to fuck afterwards. One time I had heard them through the door of the dressing room. They were supposed to have been cleaning up their shit and going out to the bus. Instead they were screwing each other without inhibition, thinking it best to get it all out of their system no matter who saw them. That’s why I was angry…and that’s why I was going to get my revenge.

Yes. I, Adam Carson, was going to get revenge on someone. Didn’t matter where…didn’t matter how…I was going to have my revenge for losing the one thing that meant more to me then anything else. Since I couldn’t have Davey, no one could.

What made me think about this was the fact that I was laying in my lonely apartment, resting on my bed and staring up at the ceiling. They were probably fucking right then, giving all the intimacy they could to each other because they were ‘in love’. I wiped at my nose a little bit, feeling that I was going to start crying if I didn’t get Davey off of my mind. But how could I when all I ever wanted to think about was him? He was my sun and my moon…my winter and my summer. How was I to survive without the very thing that I needed to breathe?

The plan had formulated slowly…it had been nursed from a little thought into a bloomed version of its former self, weaved and formed into the perfect idea. And I was going to act on it.

Davey and Jade were at Jade’s apartment…but it was only about eight in the morning. And that meant only one thing to me. I was going to have my opportunity to do what I was meaning to. I had waited days for Davey to call…but he hadn’t. No…it felt like he didn’t care for me at all. I was his best friend, or so he said, and yet here I was, laying in my room and staring up at the blank ceiling, waiting for a phone call that would never come.

Licking my lips, I gathered up the keys to my car and my phone, turning it on vibrate and shoving it into the pocket of my jeans. After putting on my jacket, I took a look back at my apartment before closing the door and locking it. There was a pack of smokes in my car, and I was going to have one on the way. I smiled to myself, knowing that I was going to finally get back at the one person that made my life miserable.

Since it was early for Jade or Davey to be up, most likely having spent the entire night fucking, I got there without a hitch. Glad that all of the band members exchanged keys to each other’s houses a long time ago, I made the trek up to Jade’s apartment and then stood just outside the door, the last of the cigarette being sucked down into my lungs. After snuffing it out with the heel of my shoe, I unlocked the door and opened it quietly, slipping inside and locking it again. I looked around for a moment, familiarizing myself with everything that surrounded me, taking in the fact of where the couch was and everything else that was inside of the place.

I went to the bedroom, knowing it was the only door that would ever remain closed. Jade’s bathroom must have been inside of his room since there wasn’t one anywhere to be found. Trying the handle lightly, I opened up the thing and moved inside. First thing I did was remove my belt, looping it once before taking a bandanna out of my back pocket. A little preparation never hurt anyone. Out of nervousness I kept licking my lips, seeing that I was starting to chicken out. I couldn’t do that…it wasn’t humanly possible for me to do that now. There was something that I wanted and the laws of the wild said ‘Only the strong survive’. I was going to be the strong one in this situation.

Stalking closer to the figure on the bed, I tied the bandanna off in a little mini-knot in the back and then slipped the thing around the person’s head, making sure it was easily put on before I attached their hands to the bars on the headboard. If that’s what it could be called. Stepping back, I took a small breather and then sat on the side of the bed. The person stirred and then snapped awake when they realized they couldn’t see even though their eyes were open.

“What the fuck!?”

They pulled at the belt and were unable to get it off. I watched them for a few minutes and then shook my head, looking around for the briefest of moments. I had to find something else. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted one of Jade’s ties…a hot pink one. Retrieving it, I returned to the person on the bed, peering at them a little before I climbed onto the mattress, straddling their waist and effectively holding them down the rest of the way. That tie went around their mouth, muffling their words but not the sounds. Sounds were fine. It was the words that I didn’t want to hear. They would pervade my dreams and haunt me for the rest of time.

Muffled words came from behind that length of cloth and I just stripped off my jacket, draping it over the back of the chair that was at the desk in Jade’s room. This was going to take me a bit. I pulled out a small flask, one that had a bit of malt whiskey in it, before I took a swig of it. The liquid burned when going down my throat before I cleared it. Turning back to the person on the bed, I moved towards them and then grabbed their legs, forcing them apart before I leaned close, breathing against their ear and then stroking against their soft hair. Beautiful in its own way, just like this person was. I closed my eyes and rested my head against their chest, listening to their heartbeat. Alive and well. Perfect.

Backing up a little bit, I brought my hands down and slid the blankets down, off of their body before feeling. Nothing on underneath. They were stark naked already. Probably having fucked the night before, no doubt. I growled low in my throat and then undid my pants, sliding them down enough to reveal the fact that I was already growing a little hard. It was cruel of me, sadistic and incredibly dreadful. It was how I felt, make no mistake about that.

The sounds of muffled words came back and I ignored them, wrenching the person’s legs apart and settled between them. Slender legs with muscles and all the right features that legs should possess. Female and male alike. I smirked and then shook my head, feeling my nerves start to die a little. That flask was taken from my back pocket and I swallowed a little more, waiting until the heat reached my stomach. After storing it away a second time, I moved forward, propping their hips up under my thighs, holding them up like that as I stroked myself a little. My breathing grew harder and faster, more labored. After what seemed like an eternity, I was ready and I positioned myself right at their entrance, waiting for the right moment.

Whimpering ensued the noises that had once been words. Or what I could make out to be words. The incoherent noises were what wrenched my heart the most. Was I really going to do this? I felt my eyes close once more before I shoved myself into them. No preparation, no lubrication. Just the pre-cum at the head of my cock. I settled for a moment and then I started to move, drawing out of them with difficulty and then shoving back in. I felt warmth against my shaft and I had an easier time thrusting into the figure, harder and harder with every pivot of my hips. I kept moving, angling myself and shoving deeper into their body. The screams were quieted by the tie…but not so much that I couldn’t hear them.

Tears came to my eyes and I kept speaking to myself, only in my thoughts so they wouldn’t know that it was me. Monster…horrible disgusting monster… That’s what my mind accused me of and I could not fight it. I felt the pit of my stomach twist and grow a little hotter, my body shuddering and wishing to be released from the torment that I was inflicting on another person. But seeing them tug against the belt and toss and turn, trying to get free from me, I felt my heart wrench in my chest. I closed my eyes, the hot saline of my tears stinging my cheeks as I kept moving.

Yet after they had stopped screaming and crying, when their whimpers turned into sobs I couldn’t take it. I backed off; withdrawing from their body and zipping myself back up. Turning away, I walked to the window and leaned against it, seeing the street below me with little trouble at all. Biting on my lower lip, I bowed my head and started to shake, my body wanting to just give out on me from the shame. Moving back for my jacket I picked it up, slipping it onto my body before taking one last look at the figure on the bed. Someone I had broken without even finishing the act. Were they truly not strong enough?

Moving out of the bedroom, I closed the door behind me and then left the apartment, locking it behind me and leaving it as it was before with only the broken figure on that bed being out of place. As I went down the stairs, I shakily took out the pack of cigarettes and lit one up. I made it to my car without being seen by anyone and started away, gripping the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles pale, the cigarette balanced between my lips. And where was I headed? Why, to drink away what I had just done. The guilt and the shame that was rising in me. Why had something that felt so right turn out to be so wrong? Only the bottom of a bottle could answer that question for me.

I returned to my apartment, locking the door behind me and feeling as if I was moving through a dream. What I had done…it was…inexcusable. But I had to do it or I wouldn’t have been able to survive. Not having the love of Davey constituted in no one being able to have him. I covered my face with my hands and backed up against the door, sliding down it as I started to cry. For the first time in a long time I cried over something that had to do with Davey and yet nothing at all. I felt empty, lost, confused…I felt like the world was falling apart around me and I was left standing on a plateau surrounded by a void. I had to get rid of that pain.

Moving into the kitchen, I took up one of the beers inside of the fridge and started to drink it, finishing the bottle in less then two minutes. Another one was downed and then one more. I felt the tears still on my face but now my nerves were almost completely numbed. I didn’t know what to think about the situation before me. I had to hide what I felt, knowing that it would give me away. Had I really thought this out? Yes, I did. I had gone through all of the procedures and the back up plans. I closed my eyes and then shuddered, feeling suddenly sick to my stomach.

Taking three more of the beers in my fridge back into the living room part of my apartment, I set them on the coffee table and then sat down, resting my head in my hands and my elbows on my knees. Cradling my head like that, I felt the crying slowly subside, becoming replaced with an emptiness that could not be described as ‘emptiness’. There were no words to describe what I was feeling and I had no way to express that. No one would ever know of what I did. If they found out on their own then more power to them.

I had been sitting there for God knows how long, the last of my beers completely consumed. It must have been about six or seven, I’m not sure. My phone suddenly rang and I turned to peer at it, seeing it vibrate on the couch next to me. Picking it up, I saw whose number it was and answered it with the mere click of a button, listening to the panicked voice on the other end.

“Oh my God! Adam! Please, you have to help me!”

“Calm down…calm down. What’s going on?” There was nothing showing in my voice except the concern that I normally had for my friends when they were panicked.

“Please, Adam…oh my God…we have to help him.”

“Who? What’s going on?”

“I can’t do anything; I can’t do anything to help him.”

Giving that concern, I felt the pang in my heart at the hurt in Davey’s voice. I had put that there. So I asked the next typical question: “Who needs help?”

“Jade.”
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