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Pathetic	By : BloodyQuill Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1572 -:- 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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I do not own Avenged Sevenfold. I don't think I'd really want own them, because I would cry, because this is all FICTION. To the best of my knowledge, vampires do not exist. And none of A7x are gay.

This is the very first slash I've ever finished, and I make no guarantee on it's quality. I would really love some quality reviews on this, not just 'ooo mansex.' This is also relatively high on the PWP scale, and will not be continued, unless I get some serious begging. That may motivate my imagination. Who knows. The title is temporary, if you have any suggestions, tell me. Please.

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It was pathetic really, his apartment. It was tiny, there was no bedroom, a previous landlord had knocked the walls down, and the only private space was the bathroom. To top it off, the whole place in desperate need of a good tornado to come through and blow everything away. But Brian loved it never the less. It was his home, the one place in the crazy world he felt safe in. Not that he felt unsafe everywhere else, it was just a security thing. Here, everything could be controlled by him, at all times. Unlike his job. He worked security at a local club, an equally dingy, hole-in-the-wall shitty ass club, populated by poor college students and high school kids who wanted to get away from everything.

It was early one Wednesday morning when Brian finally stumbled home after a night at the club. Some local bands had been there, and had brought their friends, most of which were underage and trying to buy alcohol. Therefore, he’d spent a majority of the night kicking teens out of the club. Not his favorite pastime, but it kept him occupied for the entire night. And now, all he wanted to do was sleep. He kicked off his shoes at the door, pulled off his shirt halfway across the room and by the time he reached his bed shoved in the corner, his pants were unbuckled and unzipped. After closing the dingy curtains over the one window in the place, he pushed the last article of clothing off his body and flung himself into bed. He didn’t even bother putting boxers on like he normally would. He was too tired, and the night was abnormally hot. Instead, he pulled the sheet up to cover his lower body and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

“Brian” A voice growled in his ear. “You are so fucking hot right now.”

He groaned and tried to roll to his side. But two strong arms came from the dark above him and pinned his shoulders to the bed. He felt a weight settle over his hips, only the thin sheet separating him from the figure above him. Brian opened his eyes, but all he could see was darkness.

One of the hands on his shoulder began traveling down his torso as the man above him kissed him roughly. He squirmed, his light touch tickling and exciting him at the same time. He moaned into the kiss, pushing back when his tongue invaded his mouth. When the hand finally reached the edge of the sheet, the kiss was broken. The man began to press kisses to Brian’s neck, and suddenly, his fingers were wrapped around his arousal he didn’t even realize he’d had. The man on him began to pump him slowly, teasing him once more. He moaned again, and his hands found their way to his visitor’s shoulder and hair. He wove his fingers into his hair, tugging on its short length while he clawed at his bare skin.

“Please…” He moaned. “Oh God, please just.” His plea ended in a gasp when the man squeezed him tightly, before continuing his agonizingly slow pace.

“Please what,” The voice said once more into his ear, before biting his earlobe.

“Please,” He released his grip on his shoulder to transfer both hands to the head he couldn’t see. He yanked the man’s head straight and crushed his lips to his, before pulling back and mumbling, “Just fuck me already.”

The man chuckled, “That’s hardly what I’m here for.” He released Brian’s dick and instead, pinned his arms above his head and used his other hand to pull on his longish black hair, jerking his head back and exposing Brian’s neck.

Before he could utter a protest, the man bit into his throat and Brian let out a strangled half-pleased, half-pained moan and thrashed against the man’s heavy weight pushing down on him. He began sucking on his wound, and Brian felt himself losing consciousness. But the man stopped. He released Brian’s arms, though he was too weak to move them and brushed that hand over Brian’s lips.

“Soon love, I’ll see you soon,” The man’s gravelly voiced whispered before he felt his weight disappear.

Brian shot up from his sleep, breathing heavily and very aroused. It was the third time he’d had that dream in a week. He knew he needed to get laid, fuck he hadn’t even jerked off in awhile, but this was just ridiculous. He wasn’t even gay for fuck’s sake. Okay, so maybe he’d been attracted to a few, a very small few, men in his life and he and his friend Zack may mess around occasionally, mostly when completely trashed, but really, for all intents and purposes, he liked women. A lot.

With a groan, Brian flipped what little of the covers was left on him and began shuffling to the bathroom. He passed the microwave; it was seven in the morning. Fuck this was annoying. The sun was just beginning to rise, if took care of his… problem quickly, he could get back to bed and hope to be able to sleep some more. And he did just that.

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It was Brian’s night off that day, and he was going to see a rock show with a couple friends at the pavilion just down the road from him. It was close enough that he could get trashed and not worry about driving himself anywhere. Therefore, perfect for his needs that night. Around six that night, after waking up at one and scrounging up some food in his dying refrigerator, he began the 20 minute walk to the show. It was fall, and the sun was setting, the clouds were just fading from orange to black. He hadn’t bothered to grab a coat, knowing once he got inside, it was useless. But he did wear a jacket that he’s cut the sleeves off of, for the pockets. So, he ambled down the sidewalk, slowly smoking a cigarette and enjoying the cool air.

After about five minutes, a guy began to follow him. He’d parked his car a ways ahead of Brian, and by the time he was level with the black convertible, the man had put the roof up and was in the process of locking up. He could feel him walking just behind him. His cigarette burned out then, so he pulled out his pack from the vest he was wearing and lit it, breathing the first puff in deeply. He blew it out, just as the man behind him spoke.

“Hey, care to share one of those? I ran out on my way here.”

Brian froze momentarily, and turned to face him, fumbling while trying to pull the pack out. He knew that voice, it was frighteningly familiar, but he couldn’t place it. He held the cardboard container and the man pulled one of the white sticks out. He pulled out his own lighter and the flame lit up his pale face and intense green eyes. Brian could feel his heart skip the metaphorical beat. He must have been staring, because the man looked at him, cool as could be and grinned.

“Thanks dude.” He let his cigarette dangle from his lips and held out his hand. “The name’s Matt.”

“Brian.” He breathed, shaking his hand, before mentally hitting himself. Since when was Brian Haner a fucking teenage girl? He did not ogle men. Even if said men were fucking hot. Or man.

Matt started walking again, and Brian followed, walking next to him. Matt was slightly taller than him and his muscles were more defined. That much was evident by the tight black t-shirt he wore and the almost too tight jeans slung low on his hips. Once again, Brian found himself staring, this time at the tattoo of a horseman on his left forearm. His eyes wandered over Matt’s exposed arms, taking in his body art.

“See something you like?” Matt asked with a chuckle, pulling Brian’s attention away from his arms. Brian felt himself blushing, blushing, and he turned away.

“Sorry…” He stuttered picking at his gloves with the fingers cut off. Dear lord, not only was he checking him out, but he was caught checking him out.

“Don’t be. I got them for people to look at.” He smiled at Brian, the streetlamp they passed under reflecting off a silver ring through his lip. Brian made a non-committal noise from deep in his throat, like he was agreeing, but could be saying something else. By this time, they were at the pavilion, and were in line. Once through the ticket takers, Brian spotted the guys he was meeting. He turned to Matt,

“It was nice to meet you Matt. I’ll see ya later.” He gave him a small wave and started walking.

“Yeah. I’ll see you later.” He should have just been able to hear his voice over the noise, but it was as though he was right by his ear. Brian shivered and brushed it off as his over active imagination.

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The show, all things considered, sucked. But, by the time the first opener was finished, Brian was so trashed, it didn’t really matter. Thankfully, some small sober part of his brain stopped him from drinking after that. That small part knew that if he didn’t the street would suddenly have yet another stain on it later that night.

And so, Brian Haner, Jr., found himself walking slowly down the sidewalk back to his apartment around midnight. The alcohol was still there in his system, strongly, but enough of it had worked through for him to be safe. Or, at least he thought so. At first, he blamed the footsteps he kept hearing on the alcohol, like he was hearing his own and thinking they were someone else’s, and didn’t think twice about it. But then, the steps sped up slightly, while he kept going at the same pace. So, he sped up. He could see his apartment building, only another minute or so. But suddenly, he heard someone whisper his name, quickly, and just loud enough for him to hear. And he bolted, running straight down the sidewalk, up the stairs into the building and didn’t stop until the door to his room was safely locked.

Brian dropped his keys onto the floor and slid down the wall, breathing heavily. He rested his head on the flats of his hands, rubbing his forehead. What the fuck just happened? Why the hell did he run, he could take just one guy, drunk or not. He didn’t know how long he sat there, but when he’d finally caught his breath, fucking cigarettes, he stood up on shaky legs and stumbled to the sink. He downed three Advil to kill the headache he knew he’d wake up with and retreated to the bathroom. He was sweaty and smelly, and most likely had some blood somewhere on his person. Determined to clean up before bed, he started a shower.

While he was washing, he heard a thump in his neighbor’s room. He groaned, that meant one of two things. The couple was having a fight, or they had the fight earlier and were now having make-up sex. He waited for the noises he knew would come, but nothing happened. Maybe one of them finally killed the other.

Brian rolled his eyes and stepped out of the shower. He toweled himself off, and then wrapped it around his waist. He left the bathroom, cutting the lights and closing the door. In the dark, he could see a bit of light on his mattress and the outline of his open window through the curtains.

He was in the process of picking his way to his bed when he heard it. A breathe in the still room that he didn’t breath. Brian froze, the hair on the back of his neck rising.

“Who’s there?” He asked, his voice wavering slightly. Fuck, when did he turn into such a pussy?

There was no response, just a low chuckle and a slight breeze moved his wet hair. He whipped around, only to come face to face with the shadowy dark of his apartment. He let out a sigh. God, he was going insane! First the dreams, and now he’s hallucinating? Maybe tomorrow he should go get himself checked out. Brian turned back to his bed and took two steps before he heard the chuckle again. He froze, muscles tensing. Now this was just fucking ridiculous.

“Who the fuck is there?” He hissed, not bothering to turn, subconsciously knowing if he did, there would be nothing. He squeezed his eyes shut, the childish theory that what he can’t see can’t hurt him running through his head.

This time, he got a response. He felt two muscular arms slid around his waist, just above the towel that was slowly loosening and he was pressed against the intruder’s chest. The intruder’s very male chest. He felt his hot breath on his neck and tried his very hardest not to get turned on. For now, he was succeeding.

“No one.” The man’s rough voice was in his ear and one of his hands was beginning to ghost over Brian’s skin, slowly moving downwards. It was the man from his dream. Holy fuck, he must have fallen asleep already.

“You’re not sleeping Brian. And you won’t be anytime soon.” The man chuckled and bit Brian’s earlobe teasingly.

Brian groaned at the pain, but dear lord was it not turning him on even more. This man needed to leave, now. Before Brian did something he’d regret. Like fuck this guy. His hand brushed just under the edge of the towel, and Brian’s own hand flew to his.

“Stop,” He breathed. Jesus, he sounded like a chick. He grabbed the man’s other hand and tried to pull it off of him. It didn’t work.

“Get the fuck off of me.” He said more forcefully. He tried to turn, but the man had him pressed so tightly to him he couldn’t move. The intruder just laughed, a deep sound that shook Brian, and moved his hands from Brian’s torso to his wrists, crossing Brian’s arm across his own chest.

“Really now, such a temper.” The man said lowly, “To think that last night you were begging me to fuck you.”

At the word ‘fuck’ he ground his hips forward into Brian’s. He couldn’t stop the moan that time and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He could feel the man’s erection through his pants and the towel and damn, was it hard.

“I’ve been watching you all night Brian. You don’t know how hard it was for me not to do this earlier. But now, I have you to myself for the rest of your fucking life.” The man chuckled again and nipped at Brian’s throat and shoulder.

He moaned again, and leaned his head away from his mouth, wanting more. His mind was screaming at him, calling him a whore and telling him to fight back harder. The man’s hands released Brian’s wrists and he turned in his arms. Like in the dream, he grabbed his head and slammed their lips together, knocking his teeth against the man’s in an open mouthed kiss. He smiled into the kiss and slid his hands down Brian’s back and to the edge of the towel, which he pushed off effortlessly. Brian pulled back slightly, sucking his lip ring into his mouth in the process and tugged on it, earning him a grunt. He let the man’s lip go and opened his eyes, taking in his molester’s familiar face.

“Matt.” He said, dropping his hands from Matt’s hair.

Matt grinned, and began walking towards him, forcing Brian to back up. His knees hit the edge of his bed, and he fell back onto with a thump. He pushed himself up slightly, only to have Matt straddle his waist and push him back down into the mattress.

“Is it really that big of a surprise?” Matt leaned down and caught Brian’s lips in a forceful kiss before he could answer.

His mind was screaming, telling him this was wrong, and that he should stop kissing back. But at this stage, Brian was too turned on and overwhelmed to care that this man, who he’d known not even for more than 6 hours, broke into his home, and apparently had been doing so for awhile. Brian ran his hands down Matt’s chest, raking his nails through the cotton shirt, then slid up underneath, smoothing his palms over his surprisingly cool flesh. He tried to push his shirt up, but he wasn’t cooperating.

Matt sat back up, panting slightly and grinning from ear to ear.

“This shirt’s going nowhere until I hear you beg again.”

Brian frowned, pouting. In one swift movement, he twisted his knees and flipped them over, this time pinning Matt to the mattress. He was looking up at him with a slightly surprised and amused expression. Brian leaned down by his ear and slowly licked the outer lobe. Matt let out a hiss when he bit down around his gauges.

“Please?” He whispered while grinding his naked erection down onto Matt’s jean clad one. It was Matt’s turn to moan, throwing his head back and closing his eyes at the friction. Brian smirked, and started sliding the shirt up again. Matt growled and suddenly, Brian was back on the bottom.

“Not yet.” Matt said before sealing his lips over Brian’s. His hands were working over Brian’s skin, making every nerve feel hyper aware and god, he thought he might just cum right then, without Matt even touching him, just from his hands and the way he was practically raping his mouth. He bit at Matt’s tongue, trying to get him to go faster, to touch him. Matt laughed, it was more of a deep vibration Brian felt through his mouth than a noise and his hands were on Brian’s thighs, going everywhere but where he wanted them to be.

Matt broke the kiss, and Brian’s noise of protest was suddenly strangled when finally, his hand wrapped around his painfully erect cock. His back arched up, driving his shoulders into the blankets and he moaned, long and loud, the quick thought of revenge on his neighbors running through his brain, before being replaced by blinding pleasure. Matt started pumping his cock, and he laid down, half his body on Brian’s. He buried his head in Brian’s neck, and bit at the skin their, licking away the small amount of blood that pooled there after a particularly hard bite.

Brian was almost there, he was almost gone, when Matt’s touch disappeared entirely. He opened his mouth to protest, but no noise would come out, he was breathing too hard. He heard the soft thump of clothing hitting the floor, followed by Matt’s weight returning to above his body.

“I’m going to fuck you into the mattress.” He growled in his ear while spreading his legs. Brian laughed slightly; a breathy insincere noise and he wound his legs around Matt’s waist. He leaned up and ran a hand down Matt’s naked chest, over the muscles, and grabbed his erection, earning him a short grunt.

He bit at Matt’s neck before growling, “Then fucking do it already.”

He squeezed the fleshy muscle in his hand none too gently and laughed as his hand was pulled off and he was roughly pushed back to the mattress. Matt spit in his palm and rubbed the liquid evenly over his cock before lining himself up with Brian’s hole. He tried to relax under him, making it easier on himself, but it didn’t stop the ripping pain he knew was coming. Brian groaned in pain as Matt slowly slid in and stopped. Matt moaned, resting his head on Brian’s chest, his unnaturally cool skin flushed slightly and covered in a cold sweat.

“Matt. Fuck me already.” Brian growled, pushing his hips towards the other man.

Matt caught Brian’s lips in a bruising kiss, and began to thrust into Brian, who was moaned into their kiss when he brushed his prostate. Matt’s face broke into a feral grin as he stopped the kiss, and he pulled out slightly, only to ram back into Brian, directly on his sweet spot. Brian’s head flew back, burying into the mattress below him and he let out a guttural moan, his fists clenching the sheets into small, sweaty piles. Now that the pain was over whelmed, Brian arched his back and began meeting Matt’s thrusts.

Brian managed to loosen his grip on the cotton to slide a hand down to his needy erection, stroking it in time with Matt’s powerful thrusts into his body. This pace continued for a few minutes, until Brian felt his release boiling in his abdomen and Matt’s thrusts were getting sloppier and stiffer.

“Matt.” Brian panted, trying to warn him. He ignored him, and leaned down to bite at Brian’s neck. He pushed in one more time, pressing firmly on Brian’s prostate as he released into his body, in turn pushing Brian over the edge. They both came, moaning in a mess of heated, sweaty flesh.

Matt took a firm bite at Brian’s neck, which didn’t register in his orgasmic haze as being anything more than a nibble. Moaning, Matt drank the blood that flowed from the wound, bleeding the oblivious Brian once again.

As he came down from his high, Brian began to notice the pulling pain emanating from Matt’s mouth, which was still attached to his neck.

“Matt, it hurts. Jesus, Matt stop.” Brian struggled to push him off, but the vampire grabbed his hands in a vice-grip and pushed them back to the mattress. Brian moaned in pain as the last of his life-blood, that Matt had been feeding off of all week, left his dying body.

Under him, Brian stopped struggling, and the blood stopped pumping itself into Matt’s mouth as he died. He reluctantly pulled away from his victim’s neck, and wiped the excess blood from around his mouth. Panting, more from habit than necessity, Matt pulled out of Brian’s cooling body, and bent over to get his pants. Sliding them on, he pulled his small knife from the pocket.

“You’re lucky you show potential, kid.” He muttered to the unhearing ears below him while he straddled the body on the bed. He took the knife, and made a cut across his wrist, letting the liquid drip from his body into Brian’s half-open mouth. He moaned weakly, and turned towards the stream.

“God I hate this part.” Matt drew the knife once again across his skin, this time slicing up his arm for a few inches. He pushed the cut down, into Brian’s mouth, which opened willingly. “Come on. Drink Brian. Drink.”

And drink he did, pulling a mixture of his own blood and that of his neighbors, who Matt had snacked on before coming to Brian that night. He didn’t want to stop, it tasted so good, and the feeling of the coppery fluid sliding down his throat was almost better than an orgasm. But the sudden pain that hit him as his body began adjusting and changing to come back from the dead forced his mouth from Matt’s arm.

Brian moaned in pain, and began to convulse under Matt, telling him that the change had begun. He sighed, and pushed Brian’s hair out of his face gently when he stopped shaking, dropping limply back onto the mattress.

Brian’s vision was fading to black, and the sounds of the city were getting progressively further away. The last thing he saw was Matt’s face above his, and heard him whisper in his ear.

“See you on the other side Brian.”

And everything faded away as Brian Haner left the world of the living.

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~Finis~

xo
Quill

[cross posted at fandomination.net and sanguinequill.livejournal.com]
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