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Desecrate The Dead	By : Belah Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1945 -:- 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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Title: Desecrate The Dead
Author: Belah
Pairing: Zacky/Synyster, ?
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Some of you are really gonna be grossed out but if I tell you why it’ll ruin it.
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.

He slowly slid the knife, point first, into the boy’s abdomen cutting through the muscle and tissue and tendons as if it were butter. The boy’s lips parted in a pain filled scream, only the gag filling his mouth muting the sound. The blood trickled at first before pouring out over the pale skin to collect in the bottom of the tub. The boy, whose name he’d not learned, was shackled to the shower rod, held up only by the metal beam.

He brought the blade slowly to his lips, tasting the coppery liquid coating it. “Mm, baby, he tastes so sweet…” he purred, turning those magnificently stunning green eyes to me.

I could not stop the low groan that rumbled in my chest. I drew closer and wrapped my arms low around his waist, pressing my mouth to his, tasting the blood in his mouth. “You’re sweeter, pet.”

“Shut up and help me,” he ordered, pulling his body from mine. I didn’t mind, I loved when he barked orders, when he demanded things. I watched his muscled arms move up and his long fingers wrap around the boy’s cock. He was still alive, barely. His skin, even with the loss of blood was far darker than that of the hand which held him. I watched as he drew the blade down, severing the penis from the boy’s body. I watched the fear flash behind frightened blue eyes. It was an exhilarating sight. My eyes tore from the quickly dulling ones of the restrained boy and fell down to his severed cock, laying and bleeding in another’s hands. “Brian.” His voice held an air of command, it was one that was to be obeyed when ordered, and it liked to give orders.

“Yes, pet,” I purred, hovering behind him, my shoulder almost brushing his. He looked from the now dead body to the phallus held in his strong hands. He seemed hesitant to give whatever order he was about to dictate. It was the barest of hesitations.

He turned his face back and smiled at me. “Dispose of the body; I’m going to add this where it belongs.”

I smiled in return, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his lips. I reached up to unfasten the boy’s arms and slumped just slightly as his full weight fell upon me. Carefully lifting him into my arms, I carried him from the basement, trailing blood from tub to door, and out of the large mansion we called home.

I took the body out back and to the woodshed, or rather, what had once been a woodshed. When we’d ‘moved in,’ (we’d killed the previous occupants) the woodshed was cleared out and turned into a practical butcher shop. We didn’t eat the bodies. We toyed with the bodies. Tonight’s plaything didn’t last as long as I’d hoped, but again, that decision was always left to Zachary. He would say who we played with and how. And me? I’d just do as he said, enjoying every moment of it. I’d learned that lesson nearly a century prior.

We’d been residing in Italy, his native land, at the time. I’d been his for almost a decade. I’d watched him toy with his prey and feed from them. And as the years passed and the moon rose and fell, I watched his passions warp and twist until they grew darker than the night sky. It was the first time he’d tortured his victim (well, at least what I considered true torture.) He’d kept the boy alive for nearly three days before finally slitting this throat. Before he’d given him that small mercy he had severed his fingers and toes and certain other appendages. I’d not known how he’d managed to stay alive for so long with such wounds, but he had. I’d begged for Zachary to stop, for him to leave the boy in peace and simply end his life. A mistake I’d never make again. He’d finished with the boy and unleashed his anger upon me. If I’d grown sick at some of the things he’d done to the boy, the perversions he’d unleashed upon me were hellish and unspeakable to say the least.

That was another lifetime and nothing but buried memories in my mind’s eye. The present was filled with the dead body that lay before me on the chopping block. I casually took the hatchet lying beside me and wielded it up. Just as I was about to swing down and sever the boy’s legs, I couldn’t help but think what a waste it was. My eyes roamed slowly over the corpse only to settle on the round, firm swell of its ass. A hot wet tongue traced over my lips as I dropped the hatchet. It fell with a dull then cluttering sound of wood and metal on the solid concrete floor. I found my body reacting to the sight of all that pale flesh. My fingers pressed tight to the forearms of the dead boy and pulled his arms upwards. I straddled his lower body and pressed my arousal tight between the cold malleable flesh of him and my own warm skin. The difference in temperatures made my pulse quicken and my desire grow.

With a painful grip I held both of the lifeless arms pinned above the corpse’s head. It was a force not needed but it appeased my mind and my kinks. I’d longed to do something of this nature to my lover. I knew it would never occur, that I would always be his ‘corpse’ and he would be the master. For the most part I was content with that knowledge. However, in that moment I was not. I craved to dominate and desecrate and violate. And the body beneath my own was to serve as a means to the end I longed for like others had been.

I reached between my body and the one beneath my own, grabbing my cock and pressing myself between the cooling cheeks. As I drove my hips forward, buried myself inside the lifeless orifice, I groaned in pleasure. The tight ring of muscles surrounding my cock was still slightly warm but no longer as tight as that of the living. It didn’t lessen my craving any. I closed my eyes tightly, imagined the boy as Zack. Images of his pale flesh trapped helplessly beneath my own flooded my senses and eyelids. I knew I wouldn’t last long as I drove myself hard and deep inside the corpse. If he’d been alive I’m sure he’d have been bleeding by this point for I was in no means gentle in my actions, for I was in no means making love. No, I was simply fucking in the desire to get off, to alleviate the building tension that coiled like a giant snake inside of me waiting to strike. And strike it did, at the beautiful creature I held tight to the cold stone slab.

I drove harder into the corpse as I clawed my nails down the sides of its bodies. My lips parted and I sank my needle sharp canines into the back of the boy’s neck, listening to the soft suctioning sound the skin made as the cells parted and burst to give way. When I came my vision blurred and my cum filled the emptied asshole I had violated. Part of me would say I had screamed Zachary’s name, while another would deny such a thought. I wasn’t sure, nor did I truly care. I’d gotten my release as my lover lay beneath me under my total control. As I lay there panting and trying to recollect myself I turned my head lazily to see my maker standing perched against the doorway of the shed, watching me with those cool, even eyes.
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