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Something In My Head	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 3396 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Avenged Sevenfold. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Reality: Shit
Denial: He doesn’t know
Reality: Not for sure, but nonetheless, we are totally screwed
Sex Drive: Well it’s about damn time
Denial: Screwed in a bad way
Sex Drive: That’s not possible

For the second time that day, the door closed with a foreboding ‘click’.
Synyster stood in a contemplative silence as he stared at the door, Zack was trying to think of different ways to distract the guitarist long enough for him to forget about anything he was going to ask.

“Is Matt really awake?” His soft voice broke Brian out of his reverie; the guitarist looked at him and smiled, “Yeah, he wanted to know how you were. We told him you were harassing the nurses and trying to escape out the window.” Zack laughed, “If they keep trying to feed me toxic waste I probably will climb out the window.” Synyster snorted, “I know what you’re doing Zacky, I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re avoiding a subject.” Zack cringed.

Reality: Crap
Denial: Shit
Sex Drive: Screw
Reality/Denial: No

“You know what’s going on with those two, I wanna know.” He gave Zack a level gaze and waited.

Denial: Lie
Reality: Why?
Denial: Because there’s nothing going on
Reality: -_- Lie
Denial: Really?
Reality: Lie, because it’s not our place to tell

“There’s nothing going on.” Zack didn’t blink; Brian snorted, “Bull, you lie about as well as Matt.”
Zack blushed and pulled his eyes from Synyster’s, “I only know as much as you.”

“How do you know what I know?” Synyster sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him.

“Dammit Brian, if you wanna know so badly just ask.” He shrunk into the bed; he hadn’t meant to snap at him. Synyster pulled back from him a little, “They are aren’t they. You know.”

Reality: Damn he’s good
Sex Drive: I bet he’s better than good
Denial: How does he do that
Reality: Do what?
Denial: Read through people like that, it’s like he’s got X-ray vision
Sex Drive: Well that would explain why he’s been flirting
Denial: He’s not flirting
Reality: Yeah, yeah he is.
Denial: Then how would him having X-ray vision explain the flirting?
Sex Drive: Well, in case you haven’t noticed, we’re not shy down south
Denial: …He is not flirting, nor does he have X-ray vision
Reality: He is definitely flirting
Denial: He is not flir-

Brian’s breath blew softly across his ear

Reality: *That* is flirting
Denial: No, that is extorting, he knows what we like so he’s going to mess with us until we tell him what we know
Sex Drive: He can mess with us allll he wants =D

“Are you going to tell me what you know?” his hot breath tickled his ear, while one of his hands teasingly stroked his inner thigh; Zack whimpered and shook his head.

Reality: We’re gonna crack
Denial: No we aren’t, we’re stronger than that
Sex Drive: No, no we aren’t, he’s got us
Denial: No he doesn’t
Sex Drive: Yeah he does
Denial: How does he have us?
Reality: When’s the last time we had *any* kind of action
Sex Drive: Last night
Denial: That didn’t happen
Reality: And if that didn’t happen, then we’ve been without any kind of sex for at least a couple months
Sex Drive: And that just won’t do, no sir

Brian’s hand crept further up his thigh, his other lightly traced circles on his chest, causing the rough hospital gown to rub against Zack’s sensitive nipples. Zack groaned and tried to push his hands away.

“If you tell me what I want to know I’ll stop.” His voice was a light purr in Zack’s ear.

“If you don’t stop the nurses are going to come back.” For once Zack was happy he was hooked to that annoying machine. A low, evil laugh rumbled through Synyster, “Not this time.”

Reality: Huh? What’s he talk-Shit
Denial: No
Sex Drive: WOOT!!
Most of the machines that had been surrounding Zack for the past two days were gone, including the heart monitor.

“They decided you were healthy enough to not need that anymore, which means, until Johnny and Jimmy get back. You. Are. All. Mine.” The hand on his thigh slipped beneath the gown and rough fingers danced lightly across his soft, pliant skin.

Reality: Oh. Crap.
Denial: This is not happening
Sex Drive: Yes it is, I say we hold out until he’s naked
Zack gasped and started to push the hand away, but Brian moved to he could straddle the guitarist, one hand ghosting up the back of his leg, the other inching closer to his groin, “Are you going to tell me?” the combination of his warm body, the weight settled on his hips, and the hot breath that torturously blew in his ear was making Zack dizzy with want.

“Tell you what?” his voice was faint and breathy. Synyster sat up and looked at him with eyes half-lidded and dark with lust, and then slowly he started to unbutton his pants.

Reality: Oh, we are so dead
Sex Drive: AWAAAHAAAA!!!!!!
Denial: No, no, no, no
He leisurely slipped his pants down revealing dark green boxers straining to hold his erection in, “Tell me.” He pulled one of Zacky’s hands up to rest lightly on his hot member.

Reality: Jerk him
Sex Drive: YESSS!!
Denial: NOOO!!!
Reality: Once he’s spent he’s gonna fall asleep, then we’ll be free, get him off
Sex Drive: *does a happy, happy dance*
Denial: He’ll wake up eventually

Zack slipped his hand into Synyster’s boxers and slowly ran his coarse fingers up his length, Synyster fell forward supporting himself with his arms on either side of Zack’s head.

Sex Drive: Hmm, apparently someone else has been a lil’ parched too
Reality: I don’t believe that for a second
Denial: Neither do I

Zack slowly began stroking Brian’s aching member, the guitarist thrust into his hand panting, all questions about their bassist and drummer forgotten.

“Synyster. You don’t play fair, for that, you have to suffer.” Zack whispered into his ear, Synyster’s longish hair fell like a curtain around them; he whimpered and pushed himself harder into Zack’s hand. Zack dragged his thumb across his head, spreading his pre-cum and slicking his member, Synyster let out a quiet cry, and his arms began to tremble.

Reality: Close
Sex Drive: Very
Denial: lalala I can’t hear you, this isn’t happening lala

Zack reached down and began to stroke his own erection as Synyster moaned and begged him to go faster. Zack let himself get lost in the quiet sounds his band mate was making as Brian drew closer and closer to his climax; the small grunts, moans, and pants were enough to put Zack in total bliss, he tightened his grip on both of them silently begging for his own release as Synyster began to moan his name.

Zack saw his vision begin to blur, the familiar clenching of muscles in his stomach, his harsh panting told him he was only a few strokes away.

And then there was a loud knock on the door.

Reality: You have *Got* to be kidding me
Denial: No
Sex Drive: *FUUUUUCK*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Synyster let our a stream of horrific oaths and collapsed on Zack pushing their erections together, Zack bit back a scream of pleasure, the other guitarist basically rolled onto the floor, then quickly slipped into the bathroom as the door opened.

A small attractive woman peeked in and smiled, “Hello, we’re here with Mr. Sanders!”

A/N: MUHAHAHAHA!!!! I told you I’d bring him back in. Actually, this chapter really doesn’t contribute to the plot, but it was hell-o fun to write ^_^
The next chapter may take a few days, I’ve had a ‘lemon’ bouncing around in my head the entire time I was writing this so I’ve gotta get that out before I go insane. As always, Thank you for the reviews, they are a great motivation ^_^
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