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Title: Familiar Realm
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Pairing: Matt // Zacky
Rating: NC17 (later chapters)
Summary: [Extreme AU]. `They say every time the bell sounds, an angel gets their wings...`
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
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Familiar Realm
Chapter 01
I stepped out of the bathroom, hair still wet, and wearing a pair of Brian's pants and one of his older shirts. I always felt like an asshole when I called to basically use him, but he never seemed to mind -- and at least I was now clean. I walked to the doorway of the kitchen, where inside he was pulling Chinese take-out from a bag, which had obviously just arrived. He'd changed from the suit he wore to work, to something a little more casual -- he was going out.
"Your other clothes are clean now." he said throwing a glance at me, "But I've hidden them in the hopes that maybe you won't go running away again."
I felt my cheeks heat up shamefully, and I looked down at the floor trying to think of something to say.
"And you can keep the ones you're wearing." he added. "I never wear them anymore."
"Brian --" I started.
"No." he cut me off, and I glanced up to meet one of his smirks. "You're keeping them, whether I have to somehow manage to attach them to your body -- they're yours."
I smiled, and looked down again. "Bri, you didn't have to do this." I said gesturing at the food he'd so nicely pulled out. It wasn't everyday that a bum like me saw that much food in one sitting.
He shrugged. "I didn't have to," he said. "I wanted to -- but of course, I didn't know what to get you, your taste changes, so I just ordered a buncha shit so you can pig out and whatnot." He stopped rambling and glanced at me. "I'm meeting someone for dinner -- stay here, alright."
The tone he had when he'd said the last part made my heart actually break a little. Here he was being the nicest of nice, the most caring guy I'd ever met, and all the times he'd even shown a small amount of kindness for me, I bolted. I hated affection though. That was my excuse.
I nodded. Though he didn't seem to believe it.
"I mean it, Zack." he said. "Don't run away again."
He slipped passed me, and grabbed his jacket from one of the chairs at the dining room table. I turned and watched as he hastily pulled it on, checking his watch, and neared the door. He said a quick farewell, babbling about the pillows and blanket that he'd left on the couch, and then he was gone. I heard the door lock when he shut it, and I smirked to myself. He was one of those tough guys, into tattoos, beer, and naked chicks, and yet he was one of a kind in his almost motherly nature.
I turned to the steaming food he'd bought, and gave an empty sigh, knowing that I was only going to eat the bare minimum.
~x~
"....your sin..."
...
"...can offer no forgiveness...."
The dank warehouse was seemingly empty except for the figures in the center. A light hanging above them swung back and forth, casting shadows, and every now and then there was a small electrical noise and it would flicker on and off. There was a figure sitting in a chair, shrouded in shadows, but most definitely straddling the back, and he appeared to be chained down. Two figures stood on either side of him, one taller than the other, whom was holding a long object.
A sudden sawing sound filled the cool air, followed by an agonizing wail which echoed off of the cold stone walls. The man holding the weapon made a face, he hated that sound, but it was his job. Ignoring the flinches and crying of the man in the chair, he continued his way through the bone.
"May God someday have mercy on you."
I threw myself up, entangling myself in the blanket, and falling from the couch with a loud boom. I kicked and flailed at the blanket, and quickly sat up on the hardwood floor, taking in large gulps of air. I was sweating profusely, causing the shirt to stick to my body, but I also felt strangely chilled. The hair on my arms and back of my neck were standing straight up, and there was a feeling of dread nested in the pit of my stomach.
I was thoroughly terrified.
As my breathing started to return to normal, I let myself fall softly to the floor where I stared at the dark ceiling for a while. I rolled onto my side, hugging myself, and gave an almost silent sigh. I could barely even remember the dream I'd been having, the only thing that was clear in my mind were the hazel eyes of the mysterious stranger I'd met earlier.
~x~
"Bri, you're Christian, right?"
He glanced at me in the mirror as he ran the razor over his chin lightly. It was the next morning -- I hadn't been able to get much sleep, and I was quite thankful for the fact that I had company. I was standing behind Brian in the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe as he shaved -- I didn't see what he was shaving but apparently he did.
"Yeah." he said with a nod, rinsing the blade underneath the running water. "Why?"
I looked down at the floor almost embarrassed. "Why do you believe in God?"
He didn't answer for a moment, but the look on his face relieved me -- I hadn't offended him. He shaved another patch of unseen hair on his chin, and his brow furrowed as he rinsed the blade again.
"I don't know." he said, truthfully. "I guess it just helps me sleep at night thinking that this world isn't as hectic as it's made out to be." He turned to me. "That someone has control of things."
I nodded, not really knowing what to say next, I didn't even know why I'd asked in the first place.
"You don't believe in God?" he asked after a silence.
I slowly shook my head, and he smirked, reaching over to put a hand on my shoulder.
"Don't worry about religion man." he said. "It's probably the most unimportant thing in the world right now. Besides, atheism is nothing to be ashamed of."
More like existentialism.
I nodded though. "You're right." I said. "Thanks."
He grinned at me, before squeezing passed me, and going down the hall to his room. I followed, not knowing why, and watched as he walked into his bathroom sized closet. A few moments later, he came out all dressed for work and ready, as he fixed his hair with his fingers. This man was easily admirable.
"Alright Zack." he said turning to me. "Another fun day at the office -- will you be here when I get back?"
I looked down. "Bri, you know I can't promise anything." I said.
He nodded, but then he threw a playful smirk at me. "You can't leave anyway." he replied. "Your clothes are still hidden."
I found myself grinning, Brian had the uncanny ability to do that to me. "It seems you're right." I said.
He grinned again, and glanced at his watch. "I got to be getting out of here." he replied. "I'll see you later, alright?"
I nodded. "See you around."
He left the room, and I stood there listening to his footsteps as they retreated down the hall. Then the front door opened, and shut. I was relieved when I didn't hear the lock. After throwing a glance around his bedroom, I walked back to the bathroom.
I stared at my reflection, and mentally gave a laugh. When I was clean you couldn't even tell I was a street rat. I reached up and pulled at one of the rings in my lip. Two of those, plus the septum all done by yours truly. They wanted way too much money for you to get shit done in a shop, so..I didn't.
After running my fingers through my hair a few times, I gave a sigh. I left the room to go find some paper. Brian could keep the clothes, I wasn't going to be any more of a burden.
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Pairing: Matt // Zacky
Rating: NC17 (later chapters)
Summary: [Extreme AU]. `They say every time the bell sounds, an angel gets their wings...`
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
00
Familiar Realm
Chapter 01
I stepped out of the bathroom, hair still wet, and wearing a pair of Brian's pants and one of his older shirts. I always felt like an asshole when I called to basically use him, but he never seemed to mind -- and at least I was now clean. I walked to the doorway of the kitchen, where inside he was pulling Chinese take-out from a bag, which had obviously just arrived. He'd changed from the suit he wore to work, to something a little more casual -- he was going out.
"Your other clothes are clean now." he said throwing a glance at me, "But I've hidden them in the hopes that maybe you won't go running away again."
I felt my cheeks heat up shamefully, and I looked down at the floor trying to think of something to say.
"And you can keep the ones you're wearing." he added. "I never wear them anymore."
"Brian --" I started.
"No." he cut me off, and I glanced up to meet one of his smirks. "You're keeping them, whether I have to somehow manage to attach them to your body -- they're yours."
I smiled, and looked down again. "Bri, you didn't have to do this." I said gesturing at the food he'd so nicely pulled out. It wasn't everyday that a bum like me saw that much food in one sitting.
He shrugged. "I didn't have to," he said. "I wanted to -- but of course, I didn't know what to get you, your taste changes, so I just ordered a buncha shit so you can pig out and whatnot." He stopped rambling and glanced at me. "I'm meeting someone for dinner -- stay here, alright."
The tone he had when he'd said the last part made my heart actually break a little. Here he was being the nicest of nice, the most caring guy I'd ever met, and all the times he'd even shown a small amount of kindness for me, I bolted. I hated affection though. That was my excuse.
I nodded. Though he didn't seem to believe it.
"I mean it, Zack." he said. "Don't run away again."
He slipped passed me, and grabbed his jacket from one of the chairs at the dining room table. I turned and watched as he hastily pulled it on, checking his watch, and neared the door. He said a quick farewell, babbling about the pillows and blanket that he'd left on the couch, and then he was gone. I heard the door lock when he shut it, and I smirked to myself. He was one of those tough guys, into tattoos, beer, and naked chicks, and yet he was one of a kind in his almost motherly nature.
I turned to the steaming food he'd bought, and gave an empty sigh, knowing that I was only going to eat the bare minimum.
~x~
"....your sin..."
...
"...can offer no forgiveness...."
The dank warehouse was seemingly empty except for the figures in the center. A light hanging above them swung back and forth, casting shadows, and every now and then there was a small electrical noise and it would flicker on and off. There was a figure sitting in a chair, shrouded in shadows, but most definitely straddling the back, and he appeared to be chained down. Two figures stood on either side of him, one taller than the other, whom was holding a long object.
A sudden sawing sound filled the cool air, followed by an agonizing wail which echoed off of the cold stone walls. The man holding the weapon made a face, he hated that sound, but it was his job. Ignoring the flinches and crying of the man in the chair, he continued his way through the bone.
"May God someday have mercy on you."
I threw myself up, entangling myself in the blanket, and falling from the couch with a loud boom. I kicked and flailed at the blanket, and quickly sat up on the hardwood floor, taking in large gulps of air. I was sweating profusely, causing the shirt to stick to my body, but I also felt strangely chilled. The hair on my arms and back of my neck were standing straight up, and there was a feeling of dread nested in the pit of my stomach.
I was thoroughly terrified.
As my breathing started to return to normal, I let myself fall softly to the floor where I stared at the dark ceiling for a while. I rolled onto my side, hugging myself, and gave an almost silent sigh. I could barely even remember the dream I'd been having, the only thing that was clear in my mind were the hazel eyes of the mysterious stranger I'd met earlier.
~x~
"Bri, you're Christian, right?"
He glanced at me in the mirror as he ran the razor over his chin lightly. It was the next morning -- I hadn't been able to get much sleep, and I was quite thankful for the fact that I had company. I was standing behind Brian in the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe as he shaved -- I didn't see what he was shaving but apparently he did.
"Yeah." he said with a nod, rinsing the blade underneath the running water. "Why?"
I looked down at the floor almost embarrassed. "Why do you believe in God?"
He didn't answer for a moment, but the look on his face relieved me -- I hadn't offended him. He shaved another patch of unseen hair on his chin, and his brow furrowed as he rinsed the blade again.
"I don't know." he said, truthfully. "I guess it just helps me sleep at night thinking that this world isn't as hectic as it's made out to be." He turned to me. "That someone has control of things."
I nodded, not really knowing what to say next, I didn't even know why I'd asked in the first place.
"You don't believe in God?" he asked after a silence.
I slowly shook my head, and he smirked, reaching over to put a hand on my shoulder.
"Don't worry about religion man." he said. "It's probably the most unimportant thing in the world right now. Besides, atheism is nothing to be ashamed of."
More like existentialism.
I nodded though. "You're right." I said. "Thanks."
He grinned at me, before squeezing passed me, and going down the hall to his room. I followed, not knowing why, and watched as he walked into his bathroom sized closet. A few moments later, he came out all dressed for work and ready, as he fixed his hair with his fingers. This man was easily admirable.
"Alright Zack." he said turning to me. "Another fun day at the office -- will you be here when I get back?"
I looked down. "Bri, you know I can't promise anything." I said.
He nodded, but then he threw a playful smirk at me. "You can't leave anyway." he replied. "Your clothes are still hidden."
I found myself grinning, Brian had the uncanny ability to do that to me. "It seems you're right." I said.
He grinned again, and glanced at his watch. "I got to be getting out of here." he replied. "I'll see you later, alright?"
I nodded. "See you around."
He left the room, and I stood there listening to his footsteps as they retreated down the hall. Then the front door opened, and shut. I was relieved when I didn't hear the lock. After throwing a glance around his bedroom, I walked back to the bathroom.
I stared at my reflection, and mentally gave a laugh. When I was clean you couldn't even tell I was a street rat. I reached up and pulled at one of the rings in my lip. Two of those, plus the septum all done by yours truly. They wanted way too much money for you to get shit done in a shop, so..I didn't.
After running my fingers through my hair a few times, I gave a sigh. I left the room to go find some paper. Brian could keep the clothes, I wasn't going to be any more of a burden.