mikey + spencer = anerexic babies

Wasted

Sun, 02 Apr 2006 05:47:09 GMT

Title: Wasted
Fandom: Music
Characters: Gerard Way/Bert McCracken
Prompt: 001. Beginnings
Word Count: More than 100 I hope
Rating: PG-13 for use of alcohol and foul language
POV: 1st Person- Gerard
Author's Notes: Okay, this is my first fic for Slash_100. I'm not sure if I really like it, but bear with me. I wanted to try to copy the real beginnings for Bert and Gerard--how they really met. I know for a fact that Brain, both of their managers, did introduce them. I know for a fact that this was done at Warped Tour or some other tour. And I know for a fact that Gerard was a drunk in those days, but I'm glad now he's sober.
Disclaimer: Bert and Gerard are both locked up in my closet and I'm recording it all on tape. No, seriously, I do not own them so don't sue. I wish I did, but magic's not real.

Beginnings:Wasted

I had first met him on the Warped Tour.

I remember that day- I was wasted.

I was always wasted those days, drinking a Budweiser before taking the stage and I couldn't remember what kind of liquor after. I felt alive with the alcohol flowing through my veins, like wildfire set off in a meadow. Nothing could stop me as long as I thought it couldn't. Not even my brother Mikey and his pesky complaints of, "Don't you think that's enough Gee?" or, "Fuck Gerard your a drunk!". No, Mikey couldn't touch me none the less stop me.

But someone else did.

All I remember was a bright Saturday sky and a drink in my hand when I walked out of the tourbus. The concrete was warm beneath my socks, yes, socks. Brian our tour manager at the time, walked me over beneath a tent and had me shake hands with someone. A man actually. A very..different kind of man.

"Gerard, this is Bert from The Used. He's a cool guy, thought you might like to know 'em."

Bert smiled and giggled like a little school girl when I shook his hand. That's when I realized he was probably wasted already.

I smiled and took sip from my beer, the burning liquid running slowly down my windpipe. It was finished before I knew it, and Bert was offering me another one.

"Dude, come to my bus! I got more beer than where that came from."

More beer? Hell yes.

"Okie dokie smokie, let me just ask manager Bri here if it's okay."

"It's fine Gerard, go on and have fun." he replied.

He sounded like my father.

Bert walked me across the parking lot and to his bus which was across from my own. I had tossed my can somewhere before hopping through the door, hearing a clang against metal material; my can.

"Don't mind the mess. We live like animals."

I scratched my head and laughed, looking over the place. "Hey don't worry, it's not as bad as ours."

He laughed and went to the refridgerator, taking out two bottles of booze. He then made his way to the couch, patting the seat beside him. I obliged and sat beside him, taking one of the bottles and popping the top.

"Soooo...Bert right?"

"Mhm-hm." he replied, gulping down his bottle.

"Why did Brian want us to meet anyway?"

Bert shrugged and set his half full (or half empty) bottle down. "Beats me. He probably knew we'd be a great couple."

I laughed. "Yeah, right. Brian's not gay dude, and that's just fucked up."

He laughed too, leaning back and stretching out his arms behind him. He let one rest behind my head, leaning against my black locks. "Well, I'm half gay..but yeah, that is pretty fucked up." he said in a giggle.

I tried to laugh, finishing off my beer. "So what, you're bi?"

He didn't answer.

When I went to ask him again in our third beer each, he still didn't answer me. I had a good tolerance for beer, but this kind was making me wasted fast. He was getting beat too, but I really didn't notice.

I remember laughing a lot, being teased a lot, and this weird feeling passing between my lips. Was it a tongue, a kiss? I don't know.

But I do know for certain: Bert was gay, or at least bi.

And I know for a fact that something else happened that night. I wish I could remember it totally, the pain and the pleasure. Bert did something that night that I would never forget.

He made me fall in love with him. That fucker.

slash100

Sat, 01 Apr 2006 06:12:04 GMT

I just recently joined slash100 and am claiming characters.

Gerard Way(My Chemical Romance/Bert McCracken(The Used)
It's a band slash.
I'm not sure what RPS means though.

I hope I'll be accepted and can start soon. I have ideas!!

NOTE

Sat, 25 Feb 2006 05:50:54 GMT

Hey [readers].

Here's some news:

I Miss You will no longer be updated until I get further with some others. I will not take it off though.
Mirror, Mirror the standalone, will not be done. I am not finishing it. It will be taken off later.
No Title Yet with Gerard/Mikey will not be updated until God knows when. I will not take it off though.
No Title with Matt Shadows/Frank Iero will not be updated either until god knows when. I will not take it off either.

I know this might seem upsetting, but I need to still finish Seduction by Designer Jeans, update Chapter 2 for Car Underwater, and finish writting a standalone for Sonny/Matt. When that is all finished I'll see what happens.

♥
kelli x

CAR UNDERWATER

Sat, 25 Feb 2006 05:41:37 GMT

Car Underwater.
PG-13 [maybe PG-15]
Summary: God never let Ray show his true feelings.

Ray bottled it all up inside of him until the worst came. After a horrible experience Ray knows he must tell the one he loves his true feelings, no matter what God says. He doesn't want to die without Gerard not knowing.
Author Notes: Gerard and Bert are boyfriends, not Gerard and Ray.
POV: 3rd person

He had raven hair. Black and shaggy, that curved overh is ears and skimmed over his eyes . So greasy, yet soft after he had taken a shower. Only, Ray wished that's what it felt like. He had never touched that raven hair, but only watched another man curl his fingers around the locks. That made a cold shiver run down Ray's spine and make him want to jump up and scream. sometimes he drempt of kissing that hair, tasting those lips, only to wake up beside him. But no, there was someone else.

Oh, but his eyes! Somedays they were the lightest shade of Kelly Green, others it turned warm brown. Every Monday Ray knew he woke up with brown hyes, turning green on Tuesday and Wendsday. they looked beautiful no matter what color eyeshadow was smudged around them. Whenever Ray had the chance he tried toglance at those eyes, without getting a gaze back in return. But when their eyes id meet Ray could only make a small smile and appoligize or look away. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. He couldn't get lost in tose eyes or he'd be trapped in them forever.

But not only his hair and eyes intruiged Ray, but his pale ghostly skin, his supple thin cold lips, and just the way his perfect body was built. The small things he did were the best. Ray loved it when he scrunched up his nose if he got confused or if he was laughing too hard. He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth when he was tryingto figure out abeat to a sohng. He hummed in his bunch kevery night to Nirvanna or the Misfits, keeping Ray up until he fell asleep. He didn't like to talk during interviews even if he acted like he did. No one else wanted to though, so he was stuck putting on a fake face. He also would put on this "girly act" and giveout make up tips to the interviewers, leaning onto his brother Mikey's shoulder and putting the microphone in his face. He also pretneded to hit on Frank, nudging him here and there and giving him cute glance. But Mikey nor Frank really seemed to mind. Mikey put on his own shy act to ignore Gerard's acts, while Frank would ramble to himself or hide behind Bob. Ray loved being interviewed nowardays though. He loved the "girly Gerard."

"Ray.. Ray!"

"Huh? What?"

Frank stopped waving his hand in front of the guitarists face and sighed. "You were spacing out again. What's up Toro?"

Rayshrugged. "Nothing. I'm fine."

Frnak eyed Ray for a few seconds, looking him up and down. Finally as Ray started to seem uneasy he spoke. "Sure dude. You knowI"m gonna findout what it is one day."

Ray got up from the couch and made hisway to the refridgerator. "Yeah, uh, sure."

Frank only chuckled. "I will man! But ocme on, we're going." he patted Ray's back as Ray downeda bottle of water, almost choking.

"Already?" he couched.

"Yeah, come on! The show can't start without us anyway."

Frnak made his way to the door, Ray behind him, hoping his ansombol looked good for the crowd. (Maybe even Gerard.)

"You know, sometimes I don't get you Toro."

Ray shrugged and stepped out of the tourbus. "I never get you Iero. Like, why're you so damn short?"

Ray laughed and Frank pinched his shoulder. "Shut up fucker! Let's just go. Gerard said we're getting ice cream after!" Frank giggled and started to skip.

"Ice...cream?"

Frank laughed. "Yeah, better than booze I guess."

Ray let out a nervous laugh and walked on with Frank to the concert hall.

standalone

Sat, 25 Feb 2006 05:18:31 GMT

Breathless
PG-13
Sonny Moore/Ville Valo
Summary: Sonny is a 15 year old vampire. Ville is a 26 year old human. What will Sonny do when Ville wants him?
Author Notes: Got the idea after watching an anime called Loveless. You can find it on Youtube.com
POV: 3rd person

"What do you want from me?"

Silence.

"What, God damnit!"

"I only want you, Sonny."

Sonny crossed his arms and turned his back. "That's stupid. You don't make sense."

A hand reached out and touched Sonny's face. "You're not stupi. You're beautiful."

He slapped the band away. "I never said I was stupid. You're the one being idiotic!"

A smallkiss ceased the shouting.

the older man pulled away and ran a hand along the boy's jawline. "You're cut..whenyou're angry."

Solnny lookeddown, black locks falling in his face. "You're not making sense. I odn't even know you."

The man kissed the boy's forehead and lifted his head, holding the boy's chin. "Yes you do. You know my name."

Sonny backed away, confused and frightened. "No Ville, I just practically met you! You are nothing to me!"

Ville smiled. "You don't trust me, do you Sonny?"

The younger boy went to say something but stopped. He slouched, tears forming in his black eyes. "You...confuse me..so much, Ville."

Ville walked over to the boy and pulled him into an embrace. The boy stood still against the older man's chest,k afraid of what to do.

"I love you..Sonny."

Three Days Eailier

"Class please meet your new substitute teacher, Mr. Ville Valo."

The boy only turnedhis head slightly, repeating whatthe other two dozen students had done.

The substitute smiled and walked up to the chalkboard, writting his name upon it. The vice principal then left in a scurry, happy to have found the replacement teacher.

He finished writtingand turned to face the class, silence filling the room. "Hello class."

"Hello Mr. Vaol." they repeated in unison.

He smiled against, pleased. "I am glad to be your substitute teacher for the next few weeks. I will try to teacher class as close as your real teacher does.

The boy stared at the substitute in a trance, attracted to his handsome features. Mr. Vaol stood at a good six or more feet, his long brown hair curling over his shoulders and his light brown eyes the color of a very long sunset. His face was short but his jawline long, his body also made up of muscular features.
The teacher glanced to the boy when he had finished talking, making the boy look away. The boy burried his face into a random book as the teacher sat down at his desk.

For the rest of the day the boy tried his best to look for the substitute, wandering the school grounds between periods. Whenhe had seen the teacher at lunch he hid behind a wall, watching as the teacher smoked a cigarette and held onto a bologna sandwhich. The boy had no idea why he seemed so attracted to the man, but it was just..something...
The bell rand and Mr. Valo finished his cigarette, throwing his uneaten sandwich away.
'What a strange man..' the boy thought, before darting off to his last class.

That night the boy hunted and ate, sick to his stomach for being hungry in the first place and actually eating it. He couldn't hold the cravingany longer and bit into the small neck, saving the rest for later.

"Sonny, come inside! Dinner's reacy!"

The boy sighed and hid the blood filled bottle under his hoodie. 'Howlong must I continue to keep this up?'

His mother smiled as her son sat down at the dinner table. "Your teacher called before."

the boy looked up, startled. "W-who?"

"Mr. Valo, your substitute." she replied before biting into a meatball.

One Day Eailier

"I'm glad you came to see me."

"Mhm-hm." the boy replied.

"You may sit down Sonny, I won't bite."

The boy stared at Mr. Valo and then went to his usual seat ikn the classroom. The teacher grabbed some papers from his desk and then sat down at a desk in front of the boy. Sonny leaned back in his chair, looking at the floor solemly.

Mr. Valo looked at the boy, trying to read hisexpression. "Why are you upset Sonny? did you not want to come?"

The boy looked up and shrugged his shoulder. "My mom made me. She's..worried about my grades." he replied. 'Yeah..and I'm nervous to be around you..'

"Ah..I see." the teacher replied. "Your grades havebeen going down, but not by much."

The boy sighed as Mr. Valo continued.

Mr. Valo pushed somehair behindhis pierced ear. "You are not just here for that reason."

"What do you mean?" Sonny asked confused.

The substitutesmiled and leaned inclose. "You are a young vampire, are you not?"

The boy almost jumped out of his seat, but instead gripped at the desk nervously. "W-what are you talking about teach?"

"Teach, ah that's cute." Mr. Valo laughed. "I mean what I said, you are a young vmapire. Am I correct?"

The boy stayed quiet for a long minute. "Can I go now?"

the teacher leaned back in the seat. "Only if you do not wish for tutoring."

Sonny got up, pickikng up his books with him. He headed to the door but Mr. Valo spoke again.

"I can help you, Sonny. With your early vampirism I mean."

The boy turned and stared at the amused teacher. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Mr. Valo stodd up and walked over to Sonny. The younger boy backed away, but not by much. He lowered his eyes and stood his ground. "What are you getting at Mr. Valo?"

the teacher pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a lime green lighter. "Please, call me Ville."

Present

Sonny pulled out of the embrace, squeezing his fists and looking away. "Don't say that."

Ville pushed some hair out of the boy's eyes and smiled. "What, I love you?"

"Just shut up! Don't say it again."

The older man took his hand back. "But it's true. I love you, Sonny."

"I said shut up!" the boy exclaimed, pushing Ville back with his hands. the man stumbled but remained on two feet, giving the boy a small grin when he was balanced. "You need to control your anger more, little vampire. You don't know whta couldhappen if it gotout ofcontrol."

The boy glared up at the olderman, his hands goingnumb as his fingernails dug into them. "I thought you weregoing to help me, teach."

Ville lit a cigarette and pulayed with the flame that his lighter emitted, sticking a finger in adn out of the orange glow. "I am, but you don't trust me."

Sonny was getting frusterated, ready to deck theman out even if he was a substitute teacher. "If I say I do, will you? Will you cure this..this disease?"

The man breathed in a long breath of cigarette, tapping off some gray ashes after. "I love you Sonny. I will do anything for you."

Sonny looked away in disgust of the teacher. 'How can he love me if he barely knowsme?' he thought ,fists still clenched. 'It's like he's trying to break me, to read right through me..to use me. And..and how did he know my secret?'

Ville finished his cigarette and stomped it out on the classroom floor. "What do you want to know?"

The boy bit his lip, sucking on a lip ring out of bad habit. "Everything."

The man sat downon a chair; they were back at the school where he had asked Sonny to meet him. The classroom was dark and quiet on a Sunday night, no other people to be seen.

"It's gonna cost you then." Ville joked in a smile, tilting his chair back.
The boy turned around and stomped over to the older man. "What then? What do you want?"

Ville leaned in close to the youngboy. "A kiss."

Sonny pulled back. "A kiss? You're crazy! I don't understand you, Ville."

the teacher grinnedand leaned his chin on his folder hands in front ofhim. "Just a kiss..a real kiss. And then I will tell you what you want to know about vampirism."

Sonny looked down and then back up, eyeing the teacher and thinking. "What, are you a vampire?"

Ville chuckled and got up, walking over to the boy. "No, not at all..but I want to be."

Sonny gulped and stepped back, afraid to get too close. "Leave me alone..you...you shouldn't say that."

Ville grinned and ran a hand through Sonny's long black hair. "But I just did, and it's true."

Sonny looked up and wrapped a hand around the teacher's arm, pulling it away from him. "No, it can't be."

"It is." he replied, keeping a straight face on.

the boy grew more frusterated, squeezing onto the arm that he clasped. Ville showed no pain, but only smiled. "I love you, Sonny."
Frusterated, angry, and confused, Sonny growledand pushed the older man back as hard as he could. Ville wrapped his hands around the boy's back, sendinghim falling along with him. They landed hard, Ville on his back and a scared Sonny on top of him. The boy shivered, a hand locked around Ville's own. He looked up to the teacherwho stared backat him.

"You're so cute when you're angry." Ville whispered, rubbing a thumb on the back of Sonny's hand.

Sonny ignored the remardand started to sit up, but Ville pulled him back down. He tried again but the teacher had a hand locked tightly around the back of the boy's neck.

"You don't know how angry I am with you." Sonny spat.

Ville smirked. "Yes I do. Your eyes are glowing red."

Sonny's mouth was ajar, unable to think of anything to say back at him.

Ville went on. "Your cainines are more protruded and you're feeling more and more hungry. You haven't been feeding regulary, have you?"
The boy only clenched his teeth together. He felt a sharp poke on his bottom lip and ran his tongue along each tooth. 'Oh shit..he's right.' he said to himself, feeling tiny fangs form.

the older man chuckled and brought Sonny down closer to him. Sonny swallowed hard, trying to ignore his pounding heart and Ville's heart now, a low thumping just underneath him. It grew louder as he got closer, just a little organ filled with rich crimson blood.

Sonny closed his eyes, trying to wait for the feeling to pass. He felt Ville take his hand andplace it over his heart, strong beats thumping underneath it. The vibrations ran through Sonny like shock waves, craving orgasms erupting inside of his chest.

"Open your eyes." he said in a low, seductive voice.

The younger boy opeened his eyes slowly, his hand still on Ville's thumping heart. He stayed still in a trance, the teacher's warm brown eyes too much to handle. His face was more beautiful up close, his skin light and peachy, not pale like his own.

Ville took Sonny's hand and put it up to the side of his face, closing his eyes and then kissing it after. "I love you, Sonny."

Sonny tried to swallow and tried to look away. "W-why?" he stuttered, entranced by his teacher's eyes.

The older man did not answer but only said, "Bite me."

"W-what?" the boy stuttered, unable tomove.

Ville pulled Sonny's face down to his neck, turning his head to the side and repeating, "Bite me."

The boy kept his mmouth shut and closed his eyes, having the hardest time fighting the pulsing vein underneath him. "It..shouldn't be like this. It..it isn't fair."

Ville grinned and pulled the boy's face to his own, kissing his soft suple lips. Sonny didn't pull away, nor could he even try to with the hold Ville had on him. He was a vampire, but still too youn. He wasn't strong enough to even get away.

the kiss finally broke and Sonny stared absently into his teacher's eyes.

"I love you, Sonny." he whispered. "Bite me."

The sudent lowered his head to the teacher's, neck, slowly and hesitantly. "As you wish, teacher."

Requested Standalone

Mon, 13 Feb 2006 19:54:34 GMT

Title: More
Rating: R
Pairing: Travis Richter [From First to Last]/Tom Delonge [Blink-182]
Summary: Sex, smut, fluff, kinkyness- everything you keep hidden from your parents.
Pov: Thrid Person, mostly in Travis's pov
Author's notes: Here's your fic Trav. Thanks for requesting it. ♥

Okay so I'm listening to Underoath and Atreyu right now, home alone, yes I played hookie. My mom took my sister out to the doctor's since she's sick, and I hope I don't get the cold now.

If it sounds a little scratchy, I'm sorry. I needed to listen to some loud music.

Warning: If you don't like butt sex, don't read it. A friend requested it and I normall don't write this stuff, but now I am. So I'm warning you now, if you're not interested, don't read it. And don't piss me off later saying I'm gross or something. It was your fault to read it.

Clubs and concerts; the two C's. That's what he loved most to do in his free time, besides picking up a guitar and screaming lyrics to a raging crowd on tour. Sure he loved his guitar, he loved to sing, he couldn't wait to go to Warped Tour next year. But besides being in a band, he liked to get away from it all. Jumping into a mosh pit at a concert that wasn't for his band, dancing to his own beat at a nearby club, having a few shots of Vodka before passing out on the tourbus. Those were the good things in life.
So when his bandmat asked him if he wanted to check out a club nearby he didn't have to even say yes before he was out the door.

The club was dark, lights flashing in every direction, and the smell of liquor surrounded it all. A stage was set off to the back, but no band was playing. Instead, dance music sounded off loudly, people dancing in the middle of it all. A bar was to the side, couches and tables on the other. It was definitly one of the best clubs he'd ever been to, and he just knew he'd remember it for a long time.

"Travis, I'm gonna go get a drink. You coming?"

"Nah, I'm good Derek. Thanks."

Derek shrugged his shoulders and walked to the bar, already sitting down to flirt with a girl.

Travis smiled and imediatly went to go dance, his body already anxious for some action.

The song changed and the next one became fast, purple and red lights flashing in a sea of darkness. Travis danced to the middle of the crowd, letting his body sway to the rythum of the lights and beats. The songs grew louder and Travis could feel sweaty bodies sticking to his own. He noticed two girls kissing and rubbing onto one another, a straight couple doing the same thing on the other side of him. He was a little shocked with all of the making out, but his throughs were shifted when he felt hands graze over his torso.
A boy, younger that he, was grinding against him, smiling and letting a hand travel to his waist. He started to kiss Travis's neck with wet, warm, quick lips. Travis was about to say something to the boy, but the boy pressed his lips to Travis's ear and said, "Eat this baby.."
The boy held a pill up to Travis's mouth ad they continued to dance.

"W-what is it?" Travis asked as the boy giggled, tightning his grip on Travis's waist.

"Mmm..you'll like it. I promise." the boy giggled, and placed the pill in Travis's mouth.

Travis had every intention on spitting the pill out, but didn't. Instead he was attracted to the young boy's piercing blue eyes that seemed to read right through him. Entranced bu the eyes and the boy's constant giggling, Travis swallowed the pill and the boy giggled again.

"Good boy, baby. Sorry I didn't have water." the boy said, and then danced away.

It didn't take long for the drug to take effect. The lights became brighter and bigger, the music more like waves and explosions than single beats. The air became hot and the people hotter. With this Travis realized he must have swallowed Ectacy.

He giggled uncontrolably now, dancing through the seat of people that engulfed him. His bandmate finally drew away from the bar, a new number in his pocket, He smiled to himself and wandered around the club, trying to find his friend.

Travis was laughing on a couch in the back now, a girl sucking on his neck and another boy laughing and kissing his lips.

"Travis! Holy fuck, what are you doing?"

Travis turned his head and smirked at Derek. "Derek, buddy! Oh, you look so sexy from there. Come sit down."

Derek gave Travis a 'What-the-fuck' look, his arms crossed, annoyed. "We just came for some drinks and a dance, man. Not some orgy!"

Travis giggled and pointed a finger at Derek, motioning for him to come. Derek did in a sigh, trying to pull his bandmate up.

"No! Let's stay Derek!" Travis exclaimed. He yanked Derek on the couch with him and laced his fingers around his waist. "Please.."

"Travis- what the fuck is wrnog with you?!" Derek shouted, trying to get up.

The boy that hand been kissing Travis giggled and got on top of Derek, shoving a pill in his mouth in the process. Derek slid off of the couch, falling at hitting the ground, swallowing the pill as he shouted in pain. The boy fell with him, landing right on top of him and moaning for Derek to touch him.

Travis laughed. "Ah, see, he likes you!"

Derek groaned on teh floor as the brown haired boy started sucking on his jawline, pushing back blonde locks that fell in his face.

"Now, where were we?" the girl beside Travis purred.

She let her skinny fingers crawl along his chest and mess in his hair, kissing his neck softly and seductivly. Travis moaned and giggled like crazy, the drug taking total effect on him.

"Any room for me?" another voice asked.

Travis looked up and smiled at the new face, his blue eyes locked onto his own. Oh...more blue eyes... "If you want."

The boy sat down and Travis leaned on his shoulder, wrapping a hand around his waist. "And what's your name, sexy?"

"Tom. Tom Delong." the older boy replied. "And what's yours, handsome?"

Travis laughed. "Travis. Mmm...you smell good tom. And you're so pretty."

Travis trailed off, leaving kisses on Tom's neck. The girl beside Travis had gotten off to play with Derek and the other boy on the floor.

"You think I"m pretty, huh?" Tom asked, running a hand through Travis's hair.

Travis nodded and said a "Mhm-hmm" as he sucked on Tom's neck.

Tom pulled Travis away from his neck and kissed him roughly in the mouth, wrapping his tongue in with Travis's. "Then let's go somewhere.."

Tom dragged Travis out of the club and to his car, leaving Derek yelling as the boy pulled down his pants.

Travis kept trying to kiss and move onto Tom's lap as he drove, whinning for Tom to touch and play with him.

"Hold on baby, we're almost there." Tom reassured him.

Travis groaned and turned on the radio, metal music blasting from the speakers. "Oh god Tom, come on! It's so loud and crazy...let me just touch you a little."

Tom made a sharp turn, making Travis fall back on his own seat instead of reaching over to the others. He then pulled into a motel parking lot and parked the car.

"We're here." Tom whispered, lightly kissing Travis.

Travis giggled and crawled on top of Tom. "Let's go back to the noise Tom! It's so amazing there and hot..." he trailed off as Tom started kissing his neck.

"Let's go."

Tom yanked the drugged guitarist out of the car and into the room he had previously gotten. Travis pushed Tom against the door, kissing his law and running his hands underneath his shirt. Tom rummaged for the key in his pocket, found it, and pushed the door open.

Tom shut the door quickly behind him and yanked off his shirt. Travis was giggling on the bed. "Turn on the lights Tommy! I can't see your beautiful body."

Tom laughed and walked over to Travis. "Man you're horny aren't you?"

"Mmm..noooo.." Travis joked.

Tom put his hands to Travis's waist and pushed him down on the bed. "Yeah right."

He crawled on top of Travis, holding him down and straddling his waist. He kissed him roughly, yanking off Travis's shirt and tossed it to the side.

"Mmm..touch me more Tom. Please..it feels so good." Travis begged.

"Anything for you." Tom replied, getting off of Travis.

Travis sat up and looked around. "Tom? God Tom, come on! I'm so fucking hot right now..don't leave.." he whinned, seeing that Tom had left.

Tom returned, crawling back on top of Travis. "I'm here baby."

Travis smiled and layed back down, bringing Tom's lips to his own.

Tom kissed him back, distracting him as he brought a hand up above his head. Before Travis realized it there was a "click" and his hand was locked to the headboard above him. He looke up and yanked on his hand, seeing it had been handcuffed.
Tom did the other as well before Travis could ask any questions. "This will be fun, huh?"

"Tom..Mmm..I wanna touch you." Travis begged, yanking on the cuffs.

Tom pointed a finger at him. "No, no. You've been a naughty boy. Naughty boys must be punished."

Travis giggled. "Yes, punished hard and good. Will you spank me then?"

Tom smiled and straddled Travis again. "Oh yes, spanked good baby."

Tom kissed Travis, running his tonuge along his lips. Travis parted his lips and let Tom's tongue travel in, moving far down his throat. Tom bit Travis's lip, making him yelp, and sucked o his lip ring until his lip became red and sore.
Tom kissed his way down Travis's chest and stomach, trying to yank his belt off at the same time. Finally he did, and pulled Travis's pants down and tossed them aside.

He straddled Travis again, his jeans rubbing against the other's boxers and the erection underneath them.

"Tom...Mmm..touch me more.. Unlock this fucking thing."

Tom kissed Travis's chest and sucked on a nipple. "Mmm..no baby. You're mine."

Travis was breathing faster now as Tom continued to play and toy with him. Tom let his fingers slide under Travis's boxers and pulled them down slowly. He staddled Travis again, rouch jeans rubbing against naked skin.

Travis moaned and yanked harder on the handcuffs. "Tom..oh please...god.." he groaned, biting on his lip to hide the moans.

Tom smiled. "It gets better baby." he stopped grinding against him and made his way down lower. Travis gasped as he flet Tom's mouth around his manhood. He yanked on the handcuffs and tried to move but Tom held him down, swirling his tongue along Travis's cock.

"Tom..Mmm..fuck.." Travis mumbled, his hands bawled into fists and his toes curled from the sensation.

Tom couldn't help but smile. "Fuck, huh?"

Travis opened up his closed eyes. "Anything..it feels so good.."

Tom moved back up, still stroking Travi's manhood. He pulled out a key and unlocked the handcuffs that had already left red marks on Travis's wrists. Travis pulled his hands down and wrapped them around Tom, kissing him fast and hard.

"Turn around.." Tom moaned in between kisses.

Travis obeyed and sat up, and then turned around. Tom kissed the back of Travis's neck and back, rubbing his hands against his chest. He pulled off his own pants and boxers, still kissing Travis. "You..ready baby?"

"Mmm...yess." Travis moaned.

Without another word Tom pushed himself inside of Travis, a long moan erupting out of his mouth. Travis groaned and bit his lip hard from the pain, gripping the sheets and straighting out his back.

Tom pushed Travis's hips back down and sat for a moment before pulling out and pushing back in. Travis let out another groan, and another, until the pain became more and more pleasant.
Tears fell down from Travis's face when Tom pushed in for the eighth time, kisses trying to comfort him. He pulled out slowly this time and waited, pushing in hard and fast.

Travis groaned and gripped the sheet. "Oh god..Tom it's so..good..."

Tom smiled and kissed Travis's spine. "Tell me you like it..baby. Beg me for..it."

"I..love it Tom.. Mmm..fuck me again." Travis moaned, sweaty locks of hair falling in his face.

Tom pulled out and pushed in again. "Say it..again."

"I love..how you fuck me.. Do it..again." Travis replied.

Tom smiled and did it again, harder and faster.

Travis continued to moan, his giggles lost and replaced with words like, "More", "Harder", or "Faster". His fingers grew numb from the grip he had on the bed, his back sore from the position he was in. Sweat stuck their bodies together each time Tom pushed his way in fully, kissing Travis lightly on his back each time.

Travis was close, and he could tell Tom was too as he quickened the pace. Tom pushed his way in again, taking Travis's cock with a hand and rubbing it gently. Travis moaned and pushed his hips back against Tom. "Ugh...god Tom..soo closee..."

Tom grunted and thrusted in again. "Me..too, baby.."

He did it again, and again, until Travis came moaning Tom's name. Tom came soon after inside him, falling on top of Travis when he climaxed.

"Good...huh?" he groaned as Travis was collasped on the bed.

Travis nodded and turned around as Tom layed on top of him. "I want more next time."

A standalone I wrote when I was bored

Sun, 05 Feb 2006 01:05:38 GMT

Title: This Taste Still Lingers in my Mouth
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Zacky Vengence/Frank Iero
Summary: Soooo I was watching The Beast and the Harlot music video and then a bit of Bat County and went straight to Note To Self. Don't ask me why I did, but I did. Don't ask me about this standalone either becuase it's a mix of all of those videos.
POV: Au

A hand brushes on your face, pulling back the strands of loose black hair. His hand pushes it behind your ears and he kisses your forehead. You sigh, loving the feeling of his cold lips caress your forehead. He kisses your cheeks and then your lips, very soft and gentle. You ask him why he is doing this.

"Because I love you." he says, rubbing a finger against your cheekbone.

You close your eyes and wrap a hand around his own. "I love you too.." you whisper, never wanting to let go.

But then the nurse comes in, a surprising yet used-to-it look on her face. She crosses her arms and tells your lover that he has to go. You ask why, pleading for him to stay.

"Zack must take his medicine now." she says in a calm yet annoyed voice.

He touches your cheek and you whine for him to stay. You plead, grab his hand, and pull him down as he tries to stand. He looks back at you, kisses his soft lips to yours, and then leaves with the nurse. You fall upon the couch again, not wanting to watch the black and white tv. You don't want to play checkers with the other patients. You don't want to play that piano in the music room. You want to curl into a ball and die, waiting for him to return.

* * *

You laugh hysterically as if everything you heard or said seemed funny. You can't stop the giggles or the waves of emotion hitting you, and you love every mintue of it. You push back into the crowd, wanting to find that boy again. You continue to search, dozens of hands caressing you as you dance along, mimicking the music's motions.

You giggle like a little school girl as you look up at the lights, flashes of green, red, white, and blue shoot across the crowd. You try to touch the colors as the dozens of hands touch you. The feeling gets stronger an d the sensation becomes greater as you want each hand to touch you more and more.

Something pulls you from your gaze and you have no time to look at it before it pulls you through the crowd. You laugh as it tugs you away, dragging you gently to a nearby couch. People are already seated on it, laughing and drinking, most of them making out to the beat of the song. You ask the thing that pulled you for vodka, any kind of drink. The thing turns around and you see a bright smile grin at you.

He returns shortly with your drink as you sit on the couch, watching the people beside you make out. Some try to kiss you and you want so badly to kiss them, but he returns and ushers them away. He hands you the drink and you grab it greedily, drinking down every burning sip. You finish it with a long sigh and lean up against the couch, pleading to go back into the dancing crowd. The boy shushes you and crawls upon the couch, straddling you at the waist. You giggle and ask to go dance again. He replys by pushing you back and kissing you hard and long in the lips.

* * *

You are now pressed against the bathroom stall breathing quickly and heavily as he holds you there. He kisses your lips and bites your neck, leaving small red circles imprinted on it. You giggle and ask for more, pleading to be touched and to go back to dancing. He grinds up against you and kisses you roughly in the mouth.

"You've taken X haven't you?" he asked seductivly.

You giggle and nod.

"Good. Me too." he replys, and goes to take off your shirt and undo your tight jeans.

* * *

"And how are you today?" your theripist asks as you as you fiddle with a strand of hair.

You don't answer, thinking of him again and wanting to see him. You love the way he smiles. You love that nose ring and those gages, sometimes sticking your wet tongue through them. He always loved that.

"Frank, are you okay hun?" she asks.

You look back at her, twirling hair between your fingers. "Can I see Zacky?"

She doesn't answer, but only writes something down on her clipboard.

"Can I see my Zacky?" you ask again, more assertivly.

"Zack is not able to see you at the moment Frank."

You stand up and stomp on the ground. "Why? Why can't I see my Zacky?"

The theripist removes her glasses and frowns. "I have some bad news to tell you Frank. I was hoping I didn't have to."

Your heart pounds against your chest anxiously. "What is it? Tell me!"

She looks up into your eyes and takes one of your pale hands. "Frank, Zack is dead. He killed himself last night after seeing you."

After seeing you...

You push away, tears already forming in your eyes. "You're lying! Zacky was fine yesterday! We played checkers after he took his medicine!"

She shook her brunette head. "I'm so sorry Frank. He...commited sucide. I did find this-"

She pulled out a dollar from her pocket and handed it to you. You took it with trembling hands and cried harder, reading the number that was imprinted on its wrinkled green surface.

"That was beside a note. He wanted you to have it." she said.

Tears fell upon the old dollar as you clutched it for dear life. "You're lying! You stole this from him! Zacky? Zacky!"

You ran out of the office and down the halls, crying for your one and only love. You banged on his door but no one answered. You stomped on the groud, banging on the walls, and cried for him. He didn't answer.

Guards came running and grabbed you, holding you down and trying to calm you. The dollar was pulled from your grasp and fell to the floor as they dragged you off in the opposite directon. You cried out for the dollar and for him, still not believing what your theripist had said.

But they continued to drag you down the hall until you were around the corner, taking one last glimpe at a long gone memory.

* * *

"Here, take this."

He handed you a dollar with a number inked in on it. You looked at him as he smiled and ran a hand along your collarbone.

"Call me?" he asked, folding up your hand that the dollar remained in.

You nodded and stuffed the dollar in your pocket, promising you would.

He kissed you long and hard, his breath smelling like beer but his mouth tasted like vodka and mints. You let the kiss linger longer as you craved for the taste, biting on his lip every so often and moaning for more.

He pulled away and ran a hand through your hair. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

You nodded as he kissed you one last time and then left. You pulled out the dollar from your pocket and looked at it, caressing the 24 with your thumb. His taste still lingers in your mouth as you fold it up and proceed to leave the bathroom and go home. Vodka and mints.

note

Fri, 03 Feb 2006 23:03:50 GMT

I will have the Waycest updated as soon as I can and the 2nd chapter to the Frank one after. I have to continue to write that in my notebook first since I don't have a laptop.

Thanks for waiting paciently Jamie. I love you. ♥

Comments are loved like candy.

Fri, 03 Feb 2006 22:53:44 GMT

Title: Burning in Water
Pairing: Waycest?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: I like warewolves.

Sooo I was reading a bunch of fics before and was listening to Thrice [Image of the Invisible] and got this odd idea for a fic. I hope you like it anyways. Thank Thrice.

Why? IDK.

It was cold and damp, rain pelting down onto the black pavement, running down the street and into the gutter. He was drenched from head to toe as he sat in the middle of the street, his already skin tight pants clingling to his wet body. His shirt clung to his torso for dear life as his long black hair stuck to his face, covering the view from his eyes. 'So, this is what it's like to be death..' he thought, leaning back on the street, his hands supporting his weight behind him. He leaned his head back and opened his mouth, letting the raindrops fall into his mouth and slide off of his face.

It was still cold, still damp, still lonely. It was too dark, raindrop's shadow's shinning in the light posts light. One flickered off, sending that part of the street in darkness. He sighed and sat upright, clutching his hands around his knees that he had brought up to his chest. He rocked back and forth, wanting to die. Wanting to sit here in the freezing cold forever. He didn't want to live like this.

Insanity had pushed him to the brink, but sanity brought him back, stumbling on the verging point of a breakdown. But he got up, stood in the middle of the street, and cried out. Salty tears flowed down his cheeks and landed in the puddles of rain as he screamed and fell to his knees. He gripped his hair and screamed again, before his screams turning into more painful tears.
He sighed and sniffed, trying to wipe the tears away with his wet sleeve. Sanity brought him back. No, he did not want to borrow his father's razor that layed calmly on the kitchen table. No, he did not want to go to the school theripst and threaten to commit sucide in his own closet. No, he did not want to be a freak in some asylym. He had to get him and move on.
He did, his legs wobbling and threatening to collapse again. But he took a step, and then another, making his way back to his lonely house that he longed to move away from.

A warm shower woke up his senses and brought tingling in his body. Peach came back in his skin and his scars changed from a milk pale to a light red. He wanted to hide those scars, push them back forever. But he only leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting the warm water clean his skin, hopefully penetrating through all of the maddness that flowed through him.
It was a half hour before the water grew dull and cold and he had to turn the faucet off. He did so, water dripped down his hair and onto his body, and then fell silently onto the shower floor. No, it wasn't like the loud rain that was still sounding off outside. It was..calm.

An hour later and he lay in his bed, the covers left unmade as he sat upon them. His legs were crossed Indian style and he stared blankly at the white wall ahead of him. His hair was still damp as its black color had turned to a dark brown. He had changed into sweat pants and only sweat pants, his pale chest giving off goosebumps. He had to go to sleep. And finally after another hour of hatred, he passed out.

* * *

No, not this again. Not again, he had promised himself that it wouldn't come back.

But it did, as it had before and the time before that. Once a month, every year for the rest of his life he'd have to live like this. Almost like a girl's menstral period, but worse. Oh, so much worse.
The razor blade cried out for him as he cringed on his bedroom floor, waiting for the tremors to pass.

It only grew worse, his body feeling like tiny knives poked each part of skin. His ripcage seemed to grow and his heart beat faster, everything seeming to change. He gripped at his hair and growled, cried, pleading for God to make the pain go away. He had never prayed to God before, and Church just had seemed like a waste of time. But now he wished he had gone more and prayed more, had more hope.
But those throughts drifted away quickly as his diaphram felt like it was going to explode. He coughed and choked, bearly able to breath correctly.
Long sighs became short huffs and the pain in his chest moved up to his head. He cried, wanting to ripe apart every part of his body. "Why, God? God help me!" he screamed, the teenage cry turning into an animal-like growl.

His hair grew coarser as his body grew longer, bigger. His nails sharpened to a long point as his body constructed itself into something else. Something, unhuman.
That once perfect smile turned into a menasing one, filled with sharp teeth almost like a sharks. His face protruted a small snout like a dogs, and his ears grew upwards like a cats. His torso grew long and his legs longer, so that he couldn't stand on his two feet correctly. He fell down upon all fours, his hands now becoming claws.
He tried to think correctly but as he looked around panicing his white room turned into a pale red. He growled and clutched his arms around his chest, his long fingernails scratching his arms as blood slowly dripped onto the floor. He bit his lips, tasting that metallic lust on his tongue. He bit down more and sucked at the copper, finally realizing it was his own blood. He stopped and screamed, so terrified at what he was. "What the hell am I!!!" he cried, but his cries were soon ceased as his humanity left and that insanity came back.

The growling beast he now was took over.

It smirked and got on all fours again, saliva and blood dripping out of its mouth since he had no interest of keeping its fangs hidden.

It pushed the door open and walked out into the hall, sniffing each door and each long gone memory. He tried to gain control of his mind again but the beast pushed it back. But he remembered his younger brother was still home. He hadn't wanted to go home with their father tonight.
The beast smiled and headed for the room.

It pushed the door open and saw the younger brother sleeping soundly in his bed. But why hadn't he heard his brother's cries?

The beast ignored the boys attempt to gain control of his mind and crept into the room, leaving a trail of bloody saliva as he went. He smiled wider as he walked to the boy's bed and leaned over the edge. He got on two feet and stood tall over the little brother, gaining a couple of inches than his real height.

He sniffed the air, already tasting the boy's blood in his mouth. He squatted and brought his fanged snout to the boy's own, his grin so wide it could be stapled there.
The boy shifted his position and murmered in his sleep. The beast chuckled and pulled the blankets off of the boy slowly to reveal his pale beautiful body. It let a hand linger down the bodys chest and legs, wanting so badly to run a tongue over every inch of his body. He wanted so bad so sink his teeth into the boy's flesh and suck in that juicy sweetness. He wanted that boy more than anything now, but his sanity pushed it back.

The boy sturred and opened his eyes slowly, moving his head to face the beast's. His eyes grew wide and he shook, frightened. "G-Gerard?"

New fic, I'll have Waycest ch 2 up soon

Thu, 02 Feb 2006 02:17:37 GMT

Title: [?]
Rating: R
Pairing: [Focused pairing] Matt Shadows/Frank Iero
Other pairings/characters: Gerard Way/Bert McCracken, Synyster Gates/Quinn Allman, Matt Good/Sonny Moore
Summary: This takes place in what you can call a, "whore house" or just a regular "hotel". The "masters" take in orphans/people in need and care for them only if they will do what the masters please. [Vampire fic]
Pov: Franks, not sure if it will change over time

Chapter [1/?]
Sonny Surprise

"It's okay, open your eyes."

Frank shifted in the bed. "...What?" He moaned and kept his eyes closed.

"Everything is fine. How do you feel?"

Another groan escaped from Frank's mouth. "W-who are you?"

The voice chuckled. "I'll leave you then."

Footsteps sounded, walking away, a door opening and then closing in a long squeak.
Frank moaned in pain, slowly rubbing a hand on his forehead. He clenched his teeth and hissed at the pain in his chest. He couldn't move, or even breath without a spark going through his body. All he could think about was his ribs being broken or a leg or arm amputated.
But without being able to stay up any longer he fell back into a blissful sleep.

* * *

Frank woke back up a day later, undisturbed but still in pain. He slowly opened his eyes and sat up in bed, rubbing at his splintering side. 'What happened?'
Frank sighed, covering his face with his hands and trying to calm himself down. He wasn't lying in his own bed. This room wasn't his either.
Nervousness, no, panic, grew inside of him as he inspected the light blue room. There was a window to the left of him and nothing else but a wooden nightstand and the bed he sat in. It looked likea grandmother's room- plain and boring. Nothing like his own.
He shifted to the side, letting his legs dangle off of the bed. He licked his dry lips before pushing off of the bed, gently lowering his feet to the ground. A pain shot through his side when he stood up, but he steadied himself on the bed and took a breath. He took another step, and then another, until finally he had reached the door. He gripped the doorknob, which turned, and the door opened slowly. He licked his lips again, biting on his lip ring before taking a step out of the room.

* * *

More panic rushed through Frank's body as he made his way down a hall. It was lined wtih rooms, an unexpected noise yelling out one of them. Frank ignored the disturbing cries as he walked slowly on.
After passing what had seemed to be more than twenty or so rooms, Frank found a staircase leading to the downstairs. He let his hand rest on the gold rail and stared down, seeing that it spirled down. "What...is this place?"

"I should be asking you that question."

Frank spun his head around to see a face smiling back at him. "W-who are you?"

"Sonny of course!" the boy said back. He continued to grin, taking a s step closer to the frightened Frank.

Frank backed away shaking, almost falling down a stair.

"Woah, easy now@ Wouldn't want the Master's finding out you broke a bone or something!" Sonny laughed, pulling Frank away from the stairs.

Frank gulped and nodded, unsure of what to say.

Sonny read FRank's expression and giggled. "So, you're the boy that was hurt right? The new guy- room one-thirteen?"

"Uh...sure." Frank muttered.

Sonny sighed and walked up to Frank, wrapping an arm around Frank's own. "Yeah, I bet you are. Master Shadows was worried you were gonna die on us. That would ruin business."

Frank looked down at the wrapped up arms. "What business?"

Sonny giggled. "I'll show you."

Frank only tried to grin as the stranger pulled him down the spirling staircase. 'This has to be a dream...'

Sun, 29 Jan 2006 06:46:33 GMT

Title: No Title Yet [1,?]
Pairing: Gerard Way/Mikey Way
Rating: R
Summary: Gerard has been locked up in his room most of his life. It is his twenty-third birthday, making it the thirteenth year in his makeshift room. Only when he's a good boy does his love let him out in the Belleville streets. Only when Gerard screams his name before climaxing does his love let him take that long warm bath he waited over a month for. Only when Gerard promises to never leave him, scribbling love notes and pasting them all over his walls, does his love kiss him back, no fangs intended. But Gerards powers won't hold up any longer.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, so please don't sue.

I had the idea to write this after reading a fic like it on the MyChemicalSlash community. I hope I'm not copying anyone by doing this. There are a lot of differences though, and I'm happy for that. [You'll see them as the chapters go on.]

Raindrops on roses like the lust in your eyes...

Gerard put the pen down and crumpled up the paper, throwing it in the garbage pail beside him. He sighed and set the pen down on a new sheet of notebook paper, but didn't write. He couldn't think of anything to say. It had been so easy last time, the poem coming to him in a dream. Mikey had loved it, hugged him tightly and let him sleep in his own room. Gerard had never been in Mikey's room before. That had been the most pleasureable night of his life.

The hours passed and his pen stood still. He hummed to the soft ticking of his watch on the nightstand, so many ideas flowing through his head. But what to write?

Finally, annoyed, Gerard threw the notebook across the room and slammed his hand down on the desk. He wanted to go out tonight. He hadn't for a week, and it was getting to him. His room was too small to roam around in. Small seven-step paces didn't do the trick either, neither did trying to climb out of the window. Mikey had fixed the window so it wouldn't open, and looking outside of it was never the same.

The watch clicked 10:34 PM. Mikey should be coming back home soon. Gerard cleaned off his desk and fixed his bedsheets as he heard the front door open. He darted to his own door and fiddled with the doorknob. It was locked, Gerard knew that, but he was hoping that maybe Mikey would hear him.

Footsteps sounded down the hallway as Gerard stood on end, wanting to push down the door open and run. But he took a breath instead and exhaled slowly. "Mikey? Mikey are you there?"

More footsteps. "Yes."

Gerard's heart beat faster and he gripped the doorknob. "Mikey, I've been working really hard on a poem for you. Do you think if I read it to you you'll let me out? We can take a bath together again. I know you like that."

More footsteps that stopped in front of the door. Gerard hitched a breath before Mikey spoke again. "Do you think that just by reading a silly little poem I will let you out?"

Gerard's happy expression dropped. He could hear Mikey fiddling outside with something, the keys to open up the door. He did so, that familiar clicking sound in the lock. The door opened slowly and Mikey stood tall, his pale face gleaming in the darkness.

"I know you'll like it." Gerard said before swallowing a large amount of dry spit.

Mikey laughed and made his way into Gerard's dark, comic clustered room. "Sure dear brother, why don't you read it to me?"

Gerard imediatly ran to his desk and ripped out a piece of notebook paper. Mikey shut the door and went to sit on Gerard's bed, knowing Gerard would never try to run out on him. "Go on, read."

Gerard gulped as he stood in front of his younger beautiful brother and clutched the paper tightly. "A far time now I've stayed, and I've loved you for always. Days pass and nights linger, wounds burning into my heart. Love far too strong to take in all at once, but beauty reflected upon me heals it. You're face I crave to kiss everyday, that fast heartbeat against pale skin. Our love is so strong.." Gerard let the last word linger, hoping it would tear a piece of Mikey's heart.

Mikey smiled and took the paper from him. "So...you wrote another?"

Gerard nodded and waited patiently.

Mikey stood up and tossed the paper aside. "What do you mean by, A far time now I've stayed?"

Gerard swallowed more dry spit before answering. "I've been here for a long time."

"Where?" Mikey demanded.

"In..here. My room. The house."

Mikey laughed and cupped Gerard's chin with a hand. "You're so cute when you're frightened Gerard. You're skin turns milk pale and your knees buckle when I come close."

"I-" Gerard gulped as Mikey's grip on his chin grew harder.

"But do not be frightened older brother," Mikey smiled, "because I loved that silly poem of yours."

Mikey then brought Gerard's face close to his own and kissed his suple lips passionatly. He pulled away, his hand on Gerard's chin still. "But you will always be here."

Gerard pulled away and almost stumbled over his feet. "W-why? Why can't I go outside again?"

Mikey walked over to his scared brother triumphanitly. "Because I don't want you out there. I want you here with me so no one else can love you. You know I love you Gerard."

"Yes. And I love you." Gerard replied.

Mikey was close to Gerard now, pushing him against the side of his bed and making him fall upon it. "Do you mean it?"

Gerard nodded as he gripped the bedsheets.

Mikey sat down on Gerard's bed and looked him dead in the eyes. "Then let's make a deal.. I will let you sleep in my room tomorrow night if you say yes."

"Yes! Anything Mikey."

Mikey shushed his brother. "You know my deals Gerard, don't you? Let's make it more interesting tonight."

Gerard looked down and nodded solemly. He knew Mikey's deals very well. Mikey will fuck him long and hard if he agrees, wacking him really hard if he doesn't. But when it went to far and blood was bled, Mikey took it a little too far.

Mikey pecked Gerard's lips with his own. "You know what to do, love."

Gerard nodded again and mumbled an, "I love you" before crawling back against the headboard. He pulled out a thick ribbon from under his pillow and handed it to Mikey. Mikey laughed and moved over to Gerard, crashing his lips against the others as he grabbed the red ribbon.

Gerard hitched a breath as Mikey ran his hands underneath Gerard's white shirt. His tongue lingered around Gerard's, nipping at his bottom lip and then moving along his neck. Gerard moaned as Mikey took his arms up and tied his hands to the headboard. "This is more interesting, huh?"

Mikey kissed Gerard again before he could reply. He didn't like this. He hated it. Mikey was his brother. Even though he loved Mikey to death, loved him before any other person, he still felt wrong about it all. But he went on with it, running his hands along Mikey's butt and thighs, hoping he'd get to walk in the streets of Belleville again.

Mikey ripped off Gerard's shirt and undid his belt, tearing at the bat belt buckle and flinging it across the room. Gerard could only lay there and do nothing as his favorite buckle hit a wall and leave a dent. He fought against the ribbon as Mikey purred against Gerard's cold, pale chest. He hoped this would be over soon.

"Mmm..tell me you love me Gerard." Mikey whispered as he pulled down Gerard's pants.

"I love you baby..More than anyone." Gerard replied, goosebumps crawling along his skin.

Mikey pulled off his shirt and then took off his pants, before leaving kisses along Gerard's chest and down to his lower stomach.

He smiled and pulled down Gerard's boxers and ran a hand down to his cock. "Tell me you love me Gerard. I know you didn't mean it last time.."

Gerard closed his eyes and bit his lip. "I love you Mikey! Please.."

Mikey grinned from ear to ear, loving the pain Gerard was going through. He loved to tourment him, get him to cry like a little puppy before being beaten. "Please, what, baby?"

"Please-" Gerard opened his eyes and looked into Mikey's brown deadly ones. "Fuck me."

Very long standalone

Sat, 28 Jan 2006 07:05:11 GMT

Standalone
Title: Trashed and Scattered
Pairing: Syn. Gates/Sonny Moore
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Synyster Gates, a hardcore guitarist in a hard rock band has been a vampire for only a year. Not having learned much in that year and overworked on tour he gets a little hungry when a new band comes on tour with them. Can the singer from, From First to Last try to get away from the hungry vampire?
Disclaimer: Don't own them, don't sue.
Notes: This isn't a song fic. Was too lazy to do one. But I do love the a7x song Trashed and Scattered so I decided to make that the title.

Yeah...this fic is kinda long and it took me a while to write it- that's why it's so late now. This one's for you Jamie.

Taste of Chaos could never have been a better tour. Eight great bands playing together for weeks on end, most of the shows already sold out. Alkaline Trio, Thursday, Fall Out Boy,Thrice, Atreyu, The Used, and From First to Last took on the tour, with Avenged Sevenfold headling it all. No one could be happier.

January 23rd. Asbury Park, New Jersey

The show was already starting, kids linging the streets and sidewalks to get inside, crazy things happening inside and out. Shouts and singing could be heard down the streets, while some kids decided to run on the nearby beach and take their shirts off. Bodyguards crowded an area where Thrice decided to take some autographs and pictures. Fans smiled and walked up to them, hugging them with giggles and holding their autographs tightly.

Time seemed to tick by slowly as it grew darker out and kids walked inside, the line becoming shorter and shorter. Finally almost everybody was inside, anxious to get the show on a roll. Some kids clung to their friends, trying to push to get a better spot. Others started small mosh pits, dancing to make the time go faster. Others just stood and looked onto the stage, waiting to it to all begin.

* * *

"Sonny! Sonny!" Matt exclaimed, moving his hand in front of the singers face.

Sonny sturred, his gaze now drifted to Matt. "W-what?"

Matt sighed and clutched his guitar. "What the hell were you looking at? We're on soon."

Sonny turned his head to look back at the man who had been watching him. But he wasn't there. Sonny sighed and looked back at Matt. "Nothing. Just nervous, I guess."

"You, nervous?" Derek asked as he fiddled with his drumsticks.

"Oh, and you're not?" Travis laughed.

Derek glared at Travis, guesturing to shove a stick up his ass.

"Guys, just calm down it's just a concert. Just like any other, it's okay. Breath." Matt said, inhaling large breaths.

Derek snorted.

Finally what seemed to be an eternity From First to Last's stage music started, the Harry Potter theme song ringing backstage. "Okay guys, let's do this fucking thing!" Travis shouted and darted out on stage without another glance.

Matt walked out next, winking at Sonny for good luck. Sonny sighed deeply as he watched Derek take the stage and then their fill in bassist Alicia. "Well, here it goes. Taste of Chaos.."

"Good luck." a voice said into his ear.

Sonny turned around quickly, his long locks flipping from side to side. When he looked no one had been there. He felt a shiver down his spine and ignored it, taking the stage with his bandmates and starting their session with "Note to Self."

* * *

"Syn, what the hell?" Matt exclaimed, eyeing the guitarist.

Synyster looked up in dred, trying to look innocent. "Nothing Shadows. I'm perfectly fine."

Matt grabbed Syn by the arm and helped him up, gripping at his wrist to turn it over. "You're cutting again aren't you?"

Synyseter made a face and pulled his hand away. "So what if I am? There's nothing you can do about it. It's the only way-"

"Shut up about only way! You know perfectly fucking well I'm willing to let you." Matt shouted.

"No Matt I'm not making you go through it again. Just..leave me alone." Synyseter replied, licking away the remains of blood on his arm before it fully healed.

"You can't drink from yourself all the time Syn. It'll just make you thirstier." Matt said in a long sigh, crossing his arms.

"And what do you know about vampires Matt? You've never had to go through it all. You know shit." Synyseter hissed at the singer.

Matt shook his head and looked around. "Come on, we're going on soon. Let's just forget about it then."

Synyster glared at Matt for a minute or two before he grabbed his guitar from a rodey and peeked around a curtain to the stage. "Damn right. But I'm so thirsty I could drink a horse."

Matt placed a hand on Synyster's shoulder and the other around his waist. "I know you are but you have to hold it back. We're at TOC now, don't let it control you."

Synyster turned his head, brushing his nose against the humans pale tattooed neck. "Matt-"

"Stop. Let's go." he replied, pulling away from Synyster and backing away. "I'm gonna go get the guys."

Synyster nodded as Shadows left, looking at the floor solemly. What perked his interest was the cluster of giggles and complaining from a band nearby. He turned his attention to the noise and noticed a band ready to perform. "They must play before us.." he thought, eyeing each member.
He moved on from one member to the next, his attention turning towards the singer the most. He giggled, trying to stay calm, occasionally flipping his long black hair. Synyster licked his lips and felt a sharp pain in his chest. He had to drink tonight.

Just as Synyster's head was about to turn the singer looked his way, his eyes locked with Sysyster's. Sysyster smiled a small playful smile and traced the lines of the boys features. "Why he must be only 16 or 17 years old." he thought, sending a wave of goosebumps down the boys torso.
Another boy, the guitarist probably, shook the singer and moved a hand in his face, trying to break the trance. "Sonny- Sonny! What the hell are you looking at?"

Sonny then looked away, his face now turned back to his band. Synyster then vanished, hiding in the shadows until he could get the boys attention back. When he did he whispered into the boys ear, goosebumps going down the singer's spine. Synyster almost wanted to touch the boy's skin, run his tongue on his neck and press his legs against his body. But he decided against it and followed the scent of Matt to go back to his band. There was no time for little love affairs.

* * *

The lights dimmed, out walked a drummer, a bassist, and two guitarists. The lights reddened and a bleak light hit the stage. Out walked the singer. His shirt sleeveless and black, tattoos lining his arms. He sighed and took a breath, the guitar part picking up, the other along side it. He turned and looked to his right and smiled at a guitarist, Synester by the name. And the music began. He looked out to the crowd and grinned an evil smile. "He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man!"

He screamed into the microphone, his arms out in front of him in a "V" shape clutching it in front of his mouth. "Caught here in a firey blaze! Won't lose my will to stay! I try-y-y to drive all through the night!..."

The song continued and the crowd roared. Mosh pits erupted, crowdsufters landed on top of onlookers, and people sang along to the music, their screams lingering outside of the shows main area. Avenged Sevenfold could not be a greater band.

* * *

"I'm never playing a show like that again!" Zacky exclaimed, throwing his guitar on the couch of the dressing room. He had decided give the rodey a condem instead out of pure kindness.

"Just calm down Vengence alright? It could have been worse." Matt said.

"Worse? Worse! The fucking kids were practically running around on the fucking stage! Those security guards did shit!" he wailed, growling as he entered the dressing room.

Matt leaned against the doorway. "I'm fucking mad too. I mean one of them screamed in my face. I'm not one to choke-slam the kid but pushing him back and letting him fall off the stage. Hmm maybe that's a little harsh."

The guitarist laughed a little out of annoyance and fell down upon the couch. "We're not leaving till-"

"Just stay in the dressing room till whenever. Doesn't matter." Matt inturupted and then left to let Vengence cool off. He was known to be an eaisly frustered man.

Shadows walked out of the building on to the New Jersey streets, smoking a cigarette and wondering where Synyster had gone to. He better get back soon the the crowds gonna maul him..

* * *

Sonny chugged down a bottle of water, sweat dripping down his forehead and his shirt sticking to his body. He poured it over his head, letting it fall down his hair and letting his body heat cool down. His bandmates stared at him oddly as Sonny poured more water on his head and then threw the bottle somewhere.

"You look like you could be a swimsuit model." Travis laughed, sipping his own bottle of Poland Spring.

"Shut up fucker." Sonny joked, wipping his face with his hand.

Derek laughed and took a lock of Sonny's hair, moving it in front of his face so he did look like a model. "Wow Sonny. I never would have thought of you this way before."

Sonny brushed Derek's hand away and shook his head widly, sweaty water splashing on everyone. Matt made a girly scream and went to tackle Sonny, but Travis had already done so. They wrestled on the ground like a pack of wild wolves as Sonny squeaked and cursed.

"You guys sure know how to wrestle." A voice said from behind the brawl. Synyster stepped out and smiled as he watched the wolves halt and attempt to stand up. "I like 'em nice and fiesty."

Sonny flushed red, attempting to hide it with his hair. Travis nudged Matt's arm, whispering something to him. Synyster smiled and seemed to chuckle.

"Yes I'm Sysynster Gates. Syn for short. Avenged Sevenfold as you probably know." he said, hearing Travis's whispers.

Travis went to shake hands with the guitarist, the rest following. He smiled and imediatly got into a converstation, talking about a concert he had gone to a year ago. Synyster's attention was not to the loud talking Traivs though, but at the quiet singer who seemed to stand as far away as possible. He set his gaze to Sonny who smiled and finally joined the conversation.

After minutes of talking Synyster finally broke the hold they had on him and turned to Sonny. He said he had to leave and find The Rev, probably banging on trash cans somewhere. He winked before he left, leaving Sonny in more goosebumps. Synyster's message had been clear: Follow me.

* * *

Sonny made his way out of his bandmates grasps an hour after their show. He had taken a shower in the tourbus and combed his hair like a good boy should, applying more eyeliner and changing lip rings. He stepped out of the bathroom, passing Alicia and Travis sleeping in their bunks and Derek watching TV on the couch. Matt had probably secluded himself in the back room playing a video game.

"Where you going looking all so pretty?" Derek asked, his eyes glued to a music video.

"Oh, uh nowhere. Feeling hungry. Gonna grab some snacks." Sonny replied quickly.

"Okay, well get me some Ruffles while you're out. I'll pay you back." Derek said.

Sonny nodded and then left, nevousness flowing through his body like fire.

He walked around the arena, checking backstage and around the New Jersey streets. He finally found A7X's tourbus on the other side of the arena and made his way towards it.

"I wouldn't go in there now. Zack's having a breakdown." A voice said.

Sonny turned around and was face to face with Synyster. He swallowed dry spit and shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets. "Right.."

Synyster walked up to Sonny, looking the singer up and down. "You are 17 am I correct?"

"19." Sonny corrected.

"Ah, right." Synyster replied. He knew Sonny had been 19 all along. His mind reading wasn't the best but he could understand loud responces. Ones like the questions Sonny asked to himself to if he was blushing at this instant.

"No, you're face looks perfectly beautiful." Synyster said. Sonny opened his mouth, shocked, but didn't say anything. "Come on, let's go somewhere else."

Sonny followed the mysterious A7X member around the arena and into the backstage area. He opened a room and casually walked inside, holding the door open for Sonny. Sonny had hoped he was going to take him onto the New Jersey beach close by, letting their feet run through wet sand.

Synyster closed the door behind Sonny, who jumped at the sound. He looked the room over- it was only an ordinary dressing room, only smaller. It had a small couch, a vanity, clothing rack, closet, and an interesting smell. He looked back at Synyster who was grinning playfully. "W-why are we here? It's just a dressing room."

Synyster smiled and licked his lips, hearing Sonny's heartbeat grow faster and faster as he took steps foward. His chest ached in pain from the starvation he caused himself. He had to drink tonight.

"Syn I-" Sonny began, but Synyster had already latched a hand around the singer's waist, his hand traveling up his hoodie. Sonny shivered from the cool touch of Synyster's hands that lingered to his neck and cheek. He closed his eyes and moved closer to him, seeming to be in a trance.

Synyster smiled and let his hand travel up more, his other now running against Sonny's thighs. He held his head close to Sonny's, pushing away locks of black hair to reveal a pale neck. He licked it slowly, goosebumps in its trail. "You are so beautiful Sonny.."

"I-I am what?" Sonny stuttered back, opening his eyes.

Synyster moved a hand behind Sonny's neck and brought his lips close to his own. "More beautiful than the Goddess Venus or an Egyptian God.."

Sonny closed his eyes as Synyster's lips came to his own, clashing together passionatly. They kissed harder, as Synyster bit on Sonny's lip rings, making them bleed. Sonny yelped at the pain but held it back as Synyster moved him toward the small couch in the room. Synyster licked the blood from Sonny's lips, his diaphram tighing in a knot and his stomach growling in hunger. He had to drink tonight.

Synyster ran his hands underneath Sonny's hoodie and pulled it off, a better view of his pale body underneath an Underoath band shirt. He slowly pulled that off too and licked his neck and chest, Sonny's jeans already feeling a bit too tight. "Syn-"

"Shhh..." Synyster cut him off, running his tongue up Sonny's neck and to his ear. He nipped it playfully and sucked at a small gage. "Would you want to be beautiful forever?"

Sonny moaned as Synyster pushed him against the back of the couch, his nips becoming harder bites. "Y-yes.."

Synyster smiled and kissed his way down to Sonny's throat, holding the back of his neck up to get a better view of the main artery. "Then you will be forever beaufiul.." he whispered as fangs grew out from his canine teeth, becoming long and sharp and deadly. He sunk them into Sonny's neck, ripping into the vien as Sonny screamed and tried to pull away. Synyster held Sonny down, straddling his waist between his legs. He sang his teeth in more and sucked down the sweet blood that dripped down his neck. Sonny groaned and twitched until finally it was over. Synyster pulled away in a hiss and licked the remaining blood away from his mouth and Sonny's neck.
"Beautiful..forever.." he whispered as he bit his wrist and put it against Sonny's mouth. Sonny sturred and tried to fight it, but was too weak, too close to death. Synyster held Sonny's head up and shoved his wrist in more until finally Sonny gulped some blood down. He moaned and gripped Synyster's wrist with both hands, sucking it harder, letting his tongue try to rip through the wound. Synyster smiled and moved his head to the other side of Sonny's neck, sinking his fangs in once more and slowly sucking his own blood through Sonny's body. Sonny moaned but kept drinking, the pleasure of it all amost making him faint.
Synyster finally pulled away and let Sonny drink for another minute or two before pulling his wrist away. Sonny moaned and fell back against the couch, blood running down his neck and along his chest.
Synyster licked it away and held his new fledling close. "Welcome to your new world beautiful.."

Sneak Peek.

Mon, 23 Jan 2006 23:10:35 GMT

Here's a little something to the little standalone I'm starting:

Fan Fiction- Standalone
Title: Mirror, Mirror. (How amazing is my figure?)
Pairing: Sonny Moore/Matt Good
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sonny's had a bad day at Bamboozle, tormented by kids and yelled at by the All-American Rejects. Trying to hold it all in he breaks down on stage and can't deal with the rest of the tour. Can Matt pick Sonny back up to the beginning?
Authors Notes: I stole the title from a From First to Last song called Failure by Designer Jeans. I am now obsessed with it.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, don't sue me.

I’m a mess of insecurities
Attention starved with a narcissistic twist
Don't you think that I’m amazing?
Please tell me I'm worth dating
I have every reason not to leave home today

"I don't know. I think these pants make me look fat." Sonny joked, posing in front of the tourbus mirror.
"I think you look fine Sonny." Matt replied in a grin.
Travis laughed from the couch. "Why do you even care Sonny? You've been wearing tight pants for years now."
Sonny turned in a circle and sighed. He finally walked away from the full body length mirror and sat on the couch with his bandmates. "Why do they call them girls pants anyway?"
"Because they are girls pants." Matt said from his video game. He shifted the controller and cursed, the screen saying, "You're Dead." "God I hate this game.."
Sonny giggled. "Seriously?"
"Uh, yeah Sonny. We just don't wanna admit it." Travis finished.
Sonny stretched a leg out on the couch. "Hm, interesting. Does everyone know we wear girls pants?"
"Yes." both Matt and Travis said.
"Right." Sonny replied in a sigh. He ran a hand through his long black hair and stretched.
"You seem tired." Matt said, starting up a new game.
"Eh.. A little iffy about the Bamboozle tour." he replied.
"You're not into Streetlight Manifesto?" Travis asked.
Sonny stretched out on the couch. "No, not them. The little kids we'll have to be dealing with while we're there."
"Ah, try to ignore them 'Son." Matt said, clutching the controlled and straing intentivly at the tv screen.
"Eh.." Sonny replied, letting his eyes close and sleep try to get the better of him. "It just seems weird singing on stage with 12-year-olds getting hurt in a mosh pit. I don't want that."
"Well you started when you were like, what, 14?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, but that was different." Sonny replied, rubbing between his eyes with two fingers, trying to think straight.
Travis laughed. "Too much vodka last night?"
Sonny groaned. "I still don't think they're girl pants."
Travis laughed again. "Yes. You're right Sonny."
Sonny smirked and fell asleep on the tourbus couch.

Wed, 11 Jan 2006 01:42:28 GMT

Hey.

Sorry I haven't been updating this lately. I've been busy and shit. [Sorry Jamie] But I'll try my best to get one up soon.

What's really hard is deciding what ones to put up...

I Miss You - First fic on here wooo!

Tue, 27 Dec 2005 06:21:28 GMT

Title: I Miss You
Pairing: Bert McCracken/Gerard Way Bert McCracken/Travis Barker
Rating: PG-13, R
Summary: This is a song fic about Bert's and Gerard's relationship stumbling when a new guys comes along... etc. etc. etc.

Hello there. The angel from my nightmare. The shadow in the background of the morgue...

Bert woke up sweating that night, his heart racing and his head spinning. "It was...that dream again." he stuttered, putting his fingers to his lips, biting on the fingernails. He wrapped his arms around his knees, bringing them close to his body. He sat there for an hour, thinking, watching, wanting to dream of other things...

"I have to tell him..." he whispered.

* * *

"Gerard, I...I love you." Bert said truying not to blush or sound scared.

Gerard set his coffee down and looked Bert in the eyes. "You...what?"

Bert swallowed and cleared his throat. "I said I love you. I love you, Gerard."

Gerard looked down and bit his lower lip nervously. "...I think I love you too."

"You..do?"

Gerard looked back up and nodded, black strands of hair falling in his face. "Yes."

Bert smiled and before Gerard could do anything else, Bert gave him a sweet passionate kiss.

* * *

"Bert! Bert!"

"Hug? Oh sorry Gee." Bert appoligized, snapping back into reality.

"what were you thinking about?" Gerard asked.

"Oh..just stuff." Bert replied.

Gerard stopped sketching and looked at Bert. "Well it must've been important to make you zone out like that. Were you thinking about me?"

bert ran a hand through his messy brown hair. "Actualy yes. About the day I told you I loved you."

Gerard smiled. "That's good. I remember that day very well. The best day of my life."

"Seriously?" Bert asked skeptically.

"Seriously." Gerard replied, going back to sketching.

"How long has it been?"

Gerard looked up. "Since when?"

"Since we started going out."

"Hmm..."Gerard put his drawing pencil up to his chin and twirrled it up and down. "A year and a half. Why? Did you forget our anniversary pookie?"

Bert chuckled and shifted his position on the couch. "No of course not babes."

Gerard giggled. "Okay good- well then stop fiddling around and let me sketch you."

Bert groaned and obeyed. "Well I am so sexy..."

Gerard sighed smiling.

* * *

Bert sighed and took another sip, the burning liquid falling down his throat that soon satisfied himself. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and startedto hum a song, bored and lonely. "War is over if you want it. War is over now... So this is Christmas, and what have you done? Another year over and a new one begun. So this is Christmas. I hope you have fun. To the near and the dear ones. The old and the young... Very Merry Christmas and a happy new year. Let's hope it's a good one without any fear."

He finished his Vodka, still thinking about the John Lennon song. It pained him thnat he wouldn't be celebrating Christmas this year. His bandmates would head home and then where would he go? He barely had any other friends than that that cared enough about him. His family didn't want him at all. They never wanted him.
Bert scouled and threw the bottle down, getting into his car to drive back to his apartment. Downtown Orem was not a place to be at night.

Mon, 26 Dec 2005 05:49:17 GMT

Hey everyone. This will be my fan fic journal from now on. I hope whoever reads them will like them.

I will post one soon you can count on that.

Go ahead and leave comments. I like them very much.

[kelli x]