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Devil Song	By : Belah Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2177 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Devil Song
- 1
Pairing: ZackyVengeance/SynysterGates.
Disclaimer: I do not know, own or have any affiliation with the members of Avenged Sevenfold. They are merely, a physical base for the characters that I create in my stories and I mean no slanderous or hurtful intentions towards them. This fiction is but that, fiction. It is a mere reflection of images produced by my mind.
Note: Erm, yeah this is, well, to be blunt? Rape. If that offends you, don’t fucking read it.

“Knees. Now,” I ordered, watching the muscles in his legs and arms work under all that pale skin. “Undress me.”

He made a tiny whimper at my demand and I drew my hand back, bringing it down in a stinging crack across his cheek. The skin split under my rings and the faint smell of blood filled my nostrils. As his green eyes turned back up to my own brown ones, I could see tears building. Good.

His hands quickly found the button and zipper of my jeans. With shaking hands he opened the denim and the numerous belts I wore and pushed the material past my lips, freeing my aching dick from the confines of the material.

The first tears slipped free of his eyes and trailed black eyeliner and red makeup down his cheek in a wet smear. This was a usual occurrence. He was broken and it was my doing. The tears only served to remind me of just how broken.

I briefly thought back on a time when he’d showed no emotion, when he’d shown only defiance in his refusal to scream, to cry, to give me the pleasure of his pain. But now? Now he was mine, every shattered piece of his soul. You could see it in his eyes. They no longer glistened with a mischievous glimmer as they had when we first met. Instead they grew darker with each passing day. They were still beautiful, but in a different way.

“Do we remember what comes next, pet?” I cooed, reaching down to stroke his cheek. He flinched at the gesture and it brought a smile to my face. My fingertips smeared the blood from his cut over his cheek as I felt his fingers slide over my skin, one finding my dick, the other resting on my hip. “Mm, that’s a good kitty.”

I let my head drop back at the first feel of those velvet lips on my length. The cool press of steel soon followed as he took me deeper, letting me feel the piercings in his lip and tongue. The contrast of hot and cold sent a shiver through my spine and brought a tiny ‘oh’ sound past my lips.

“Very good, kitten,” I breathed through parted lips. My fingers traced from his cheek to his hair, tangling in the silken crow-black strands. He flinched and I pulled for the reaction, jerking his head forward, forcing my cock deeper into his mouth until I felt it brush the back of his throat.

His throat constricted around my length, gagging. I only smirked and pulled his head back and pressed it forward, fucking his mouth with a sort of careless abandon he always stirred inside of me. I’d had other lovers in the past, men and women alike. But Zacky, he brought out a side of me that not even I had realized existed until we met. I grew possessive and violent, dominant and pleasure driven, and by that I mean my own pleasure not his.

Zacky’s muscles grew languid as he gave up, letting me do to his mouth what I wanted. I didn’t stop until I came and felt the muscles in his throat work to swallow my release. Only then did I step back and all but toss him aside like an old doll.

His body spilled, naked and trembling to the ground. Only his hands kept his face from connecting with the bare wood floors of the room. With lazy, sated eyes I watched his tongue dart out to lick his lips clean, knowing better than to try and spit what remnants of my come remained in his mouth.

I stood leaning against the wall, waiting for him to get to his feet. He did so slowly. My eyes scanned over every visible inch of flesh and the varying scars and bruises that littered his body. Some were a newer color, deep purple with hints of blue; others were a faint yellowish hue. He slowly walked the short distance from where he stood to me. I smiled lazily and let his hands slide down my shoulders and arms and back up to glide down my chest.

His touch was soothing somehow and yet held and underlying burn hotter than any flame. A soft sigh spilled past my lips and his soon swallowed the sound. I wrapped my arms around his waist and spun us, shoving him back. With a small smile I watched as the backs of his knees collided with the bed, sending him sprawling onto the deep crimson sheets covering his bed. Our late night rendezvous usually occurred in his room, for several reasons. I made sure he kept a deep color sheet on the mattress; I hated to see blood stains so blatant on bed linen. However, I loved to see the deep red coating his pale skin.

His eyes grew distant as I climbed onto the bed, my legs straddling his waist. “Look at me.” He didn’t hesitate, the bruise on his jaw a reminder of what happened when he’d hesitate. “Kiss me,” I growled softly.

His fingers tentatively trailed up my neck to my jaw before guiding my lips to his. His actions had always held a tenderness. I ignored the feeling, focused on the sensation of his lips on mine, of his tongue in my mouth.

With a smirk I curled my fingers and pressed my nails into his chest clawing down the flesh, reopening wounds that hadn’t quite healed yet. A sharp hiss filled my ears as his back arched. I loved that sound and I gave him a tiny treat for making it as my mouth found the torn skin, sucking and biting. I wasn’t exactly rough, but nor was I tender in my ministrations. It didn’t matter, the small sounds that trickled past his lips were enough to stir me back to life as I stroked up his sides before drawing my hand back and landing a sharp smack on his thigh. The thick sound of skin on skin was music to my ears as I watched his thigh grow red in the shape of my hand.

A tiny yelp, a barely audible sound was all the slap had earned me. The look on my face told Zacky it wasn’t good enough as I drew my hand back a second time and brought it down to strike his already cut cheek. He emitted whimpering yelp of pain, much louder than before.

He knew what was next; it was the same every night that I came to his room. Tonight would be no different; we both knew that as my lips sought out the tender skin of his throat. My teeth clamped down, pinching his skin between upper and lower until I felt the skin give and the bitter taste of blood splashed over my tongue and trickled down my throat. His whole body went rigid against my own and the first stirrings of his own erection could be felt against the hollow of my thigh. A pleased smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I released the skin in my mouth and lazily lapped the blood. I could hear him whimper in shame at the reaction of his body. My hand trailed down his stomach and groin past his cock to cup his balls in my hands. I rolled them in my palm, swallowed the moans that it brought from his throat.

As much as he hated to admit it, he loved what I did to him. Loved how I subjected him my every whim and desire, how I would beat him until he’d finally give in and lay there, just taking the abuse. The dick pressed between our stomachs was proof enough of just how much he was enjoying himself.

“Moan for me, tell me how much you want my cock in your ass,” I purred low into his ear. “Tell me how much you want me fucking you.”

“Don’t want… need, need you…” He choked the words as my nails dug into the tender flesh of his testicles. His head dropped back and he let out something hybrid of a moan and a whimper. A rather pleasing sound.

“Well, I guess you’ve been a good boy…” I toyed, both of us knowing good or not I’d fuck him until he bled and screamed for me.

I watched as what little of Zacky that still resided in his eyes fled, until they grew hollow and lifeless. I didn’t care. I had his body under mine and that was what mattered. With a pleased moan I shoved myself inside of his tight, hot body. It was as if each time was more intense somehow.

As my hips moved I felt my mind slip away, felt myself get lost in the pale labyrinth that was Zacky. It wasn’t until the faint tremor of my nearing orgasm coursed through me that I drew back to the present and found my fingers in his hair, and my teeth in his skin at the hollow of his throat. His erection was pressed between our bodies, his hand pumping at his length obediently.

“Scream for me,” I growled in a hoarse voice. “Scream for me when you come…” I pulled harder at his hair before drawing my hips back and snapping them forward as hard as my body would allow. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room as his lips parted an a blood curdling scream filled my ears. In moments my stomach was covered with his release as my thrusts grew easier, more fluid and I realized I’d ripped the delicate skin of his ass. His blood allowed for easier thrusts and elevated the pitch of his scream as I covered his mouth with my own. The tightening of his walls sent me crashing into the star spangled oblivion of orgasm as I came in a hot rush inside of his body.

The tears came again, trailing down his cheeks smearing the already smudged makeup. And I smiled, pulling my limp cock from inside of him and walked back to my room, leaving him to cry in the dark.

Until tomorrow night.
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