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Title: Familiar Realm
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Matt//Zacky
Rating: NC17
Summary: [AU]. `They say every time the bell sounds, an angel gets their wings...`
Disclaimer: About as real as The Neverending Story.
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Familiar Realm
Chapter 08
I let out a strangled noise, pulling the curtain shut again as my cheeks burned. I reached out and grabbed the towel I'd set on the sink, bringing it in to quickly wrap it around my hips.
"What the Hell are you doing in here?" I demanded.
"I needed to see you." came his response. "I didn't know I'd get to see all that though."
If it were possible to my face to get any redder -- it did. I didn't reply to him for a long moment, and after I regained my composure, I pulled the curtain open again. He was standing now in the center of the small bathroom, and was watching me. I couldn't read his expression -- I hated that.
"I'm supposed to forget about you." I said softly, stepping out of the shower.
He took another step forward, and we were standing close to each other, our chests would've touched if we moved any closer.
"And I'm supposed to forget about you." he said. "But I can't."
"It's wrong." I said, though I felt like a robot, saying these words.
He studied my expression for a moment. "You don't think that." he said.
"Yes...I do." I think I was trying to convince myself more so than him.
"Those are Brian's words." he whispered, but then he quickly stopped himself. "It's not his fault though; he's doing what's best, trying to keep us apart."
"How is that best?" I asked.
"It's all in His rules." he was still whispering, leaning in close so that he barely had to make a noise. "I could get in so much trouble."
"What else can He do to you?" I asked, a bit of mocking in my tone.
He thought for a moment, before he shrugged, and reached over, grabbing my chin. Part of me wanted to resist, but the other part was cheering and doing backflips and such as he leaned forward, and caught my lips with his. In that instant, all was forgotten except for him.
His tongue found its way into my mouth, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, not caring that I suddenly felt the towel coming loose. He broke our kiss, but moved his lips to my neck, where he bit my skin gently, affectionate nips that told me that Matt and I did, in fact have something -- Brian just didn't want to see it because he knew it was wrong; Matt was right, it wasn't Brian's fault. I couldn't blame him.
Matt turned me and pushed me against the sink, pulling away to look down into my eyes. As always, I felt small and awkward underneath the hazel intensity, and I fought to keep eye contact. After what felt like forever of him reading my expression, he leaned down and started kissing me again.
Within moments, the towel had completely dropped from my hips, leaving me naked, and he'd ended up shirtless. I wasn't going to protest to any of this; I'd been craving just seeing his body for the passed few days. His hands rested on my hips, and I moved my own slowly up and down his back, careful to avoid his shoulders. He kissed me again, before pulling away to look into my eyes. As if there was some unspoken agreement, he turned me around, and on my own, I bent slightly, placing my hands on the sink.
My impatience built as I waited for him to undo his pants; I listened to the zipper descend, and my stomach knotted in excitement. I just liked Matt that much. He pressed his lips to the back of one of my shoulders, before straightening and spitting. I glanced up at the mirror that took up one whole wall, and I watched as he concentrated on applying the perfect amount of saliva to his cock; which he'd pulled out.
He looked up when he was done, and caught my gaze in the mirror. He offered me a small smile, grabbing my hips, and he broke eye contact to look down and line himself up. I looked down, not needing to watch, and as his large dick started to enter me, I held my breath. It slid in relatively smoothly, but Matt held it inside of me; getting my body used to the size. I looked up at the mirror again, and watched as he leaned down to kiss me. His teeth grazed the skin of my collar bone, and he raised his eyes to meet mine in the mirror again.
Keeping our gazes locked, he started to pull out. My breathing hitched just at the way he stared at me; drinking me in with those hazel pools that were like no other. He thrust into me again, a little less gently than before, and I let out a short noise at the discomfort as I was pushed into the sink, but I didn't tear my gaze away from his.
His movements became quicker, and he kept a rough, steady pace. He broke our eye contact, closing his eyes, and I dropped my head. His raspy breathing in my ear and against my cheek was driving me crazy, and I moaned when he did, as if we were one.
As his large cock rubbed against my prostate, he snaked one arm around my waist and wrapped his slender, calloused fingers around my pulsing erection, though there was barely enough room between me and the sink. He said my name softly, his breath sending a chill down my spine though it was hot in the small, crampy bathroom. A jolt of pleasure shot through my body again as he once more hit my sweet spot, and I moaned, arching my back slightly, so that my head came to rest on his shoulder.
He pressed his lips firmly to the side of my neck, his teeth coming out to tease the skin gently for a moment, as his hand slowly started to move over my cock. I groaned, holding onto the sink so tightly that my knuckles were turning white, as he continued to thrust roughly into me.
Soon I had pleasure coming at me from both ends; his dick against my prostate, and his hand stroking my cock. I wanted to be embarrassed that I was already pretty much there so quickly, but at that moment, I realized I didn't care -- I just wanted Matt to climax inside of me -- I couldn't explain why.
A particularly deep thrust caused my knees to buckle, and I moaned again, before letting out a string of incoherent words, and seriously praying that I hadn't said anything like: 'I love you' in that string.
If I had, he pretended not to notice, and he kissed me again, this time on the jaw, causing me to shiver again; he just had that uncanny ability to do so. He groaned my name, and entangled the fingers of his free hand into my hair, lifting my head so that I looked at our reflection. My eyes met his in the mirror again, and I moaned at the very sight of the lust that was clearly evident.
His hand movements quickened up, pumping my cock at an even pace, and causing my eyes to close again; though he kept my head up. His thrusts had begun to get short and jerky -- something I was happy with, at least I wasn't too close to the edge myself. He gave another throaty noise, and I moaned as there was a violent jab to my spot, causing the atom bomb in my gut to finally explode.
"Matt." a gasp mixed with a groan as I came into his hand with a shudder.
He moaned in my ear and kissed my cheek again, giving his final thrusts. I kept a tight grip on the sink, trying not to notice the way my arms were shaking from such a pleasurable moment. He said my name in a husky whisper, and his grip on my waist tightened as the rest of his body stiffened suddenly.
As he came into me, he let out a deep groan, and I got hit with that feeling that I'd got the first time we'd had sex; the supernatural release of energy.I moaned, and he rested his head on my shoulder, taking deep breaths as we both just basked in the afterglow. When Matt finally lifted his head though, I met his eyes in the mirror, and I felt my stomach sink -- he looked worried.
"I know that I want you." he said so softly I almost didn't hear him. "But I'm scared of the consequences."
As if on cue, there was a knock at the front door.
I have to leave a cliffhanger, it keeps you guys interested.
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Matt//Zacky
Rating: NC17
Summary: [AU]. `They say every time the bell sounds, an angel gets their wings...`
Disclaimer: About as real as The Neverending Story.
00|01|02|03|04|05|06|07|
Familiar Realm
Chapter 08
I let out a strangled noise, pulling the curtain shut again as my cheeks burned. I reached out and grabbed the towel I'd set on the sink, bringing it in to quickly wrap it around my hips.
"What the Hell are you doing in here?" I demanded.
"I needed to see you." came his response. "I didn't know I'd get to see all that though."
If it were possible to my face to get any redder -- it did. I didn't reply to him for a long moment, and after I regained my composure, I pulled the curtain open again. He was standing now in the center of the small bathroom, and was watching me. I couldn't read his expression -- I hated that.
"I'm supposed to forget about you." I said softly, stepping out of the shower.
He took another step forward, and we were standing close to each other, our chests would've touched if we moved any closer.
"And I'm supposed to forget about you." he said. "But I can't."
"It's wrong." I said, though I felt like a robot, saying these words.
He studied my expression for a moment. "You don't think that." he said.
"Yes...I do." I think I was trying to convince myself more so than him.
"Those are Brian's words." he whispered, but then he quickly stopped himself. "It's not his fault though; he's doing what's best, trying to keep us apart."
"How is that best?" I asked.
"It's all in His rules." he was still whispering, leaning in close so that he barely had to make a noise. "I could get in so much trouble."
"What else can He do to you?" I asked, a bit of mocking in my tone.
He thought for a moment, before he shrugged, and reached over, grabbing my chin. Part of me wanted to resist, but the other part was cheering and doing backflips and such as he leaned forward, and caught my lips with his. In that instant, all was forgotten except for him.
His tongue found its way into my mouth, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, not caring that I suddenly felt the towel coming loose. He broke our kiss, but moved his lips to my neck, where he bit my skin gently, affectionate nips that told me that Matt and I did, in fact have something -- Brian just didn't want to see it because he knew it was wrong; Matt was right, it wasn't Brian's fault. I couldn't blame him.
Matt turned me and pushed me against the sink, pulling away to look down into my eyes. As always, I felt small and awkward underneath the hazel intensity, and I fought to keep eye contact. After what felt like forever of him reading my expression, he leaned down and started kissing me again.
Within moments, the towel had completely dropped from my hips, leaving me naked, and he'd ended up shirtless. I wasn't going to protest to any of this; I'd been craving just seeing his body for the passed few days. His hands rested on my hips, and I moved my own slowly up and down his back, careful to avoid his shoulders. He kissed me again, before pulling away to look into my eyes. As if there was some unspoken agreement, he turned me around, and on my own, I bent slightly, placing my hands on the sink.
My impatience built as I waited for him to undo his pants; I listened to the zipper descend, and my stomach knotted in excitement. I just liked Matt that much. He pressed his lips to the back of one of my shoulders, before straightening and spitting. I glanced up at the mirror that took up one whole wall, and I watched as he concentrated on applying the perfect amount of saliva to his cock; which he'd pulled out.
He looked up when he was done, and caught my gaze in the mirror. He offered me a small smile, grabbing my hips, and he broke eye contact to look down and line himself up. I looked down, not needing to watch, and as his large dick started to enter me, I held my breath. It slid in relatively smoothly, but Matt held it inside of me; getting my body used to the size. I looked up at the mirror again, and watched as he leaned down to kiss me. His teeth grazed the skin of my collar bone, and he raised his eyes to meet mine in the mirror again.
Keeping our gazes locked, he started to pull out. My breathing hitched just at the way he stared at me; drinking me in with those hazel pools that were like no other. He thrust into me again, a little less gently than before, and I let out a short noise at the discomfort as I was pushed into the sink, but I didn't tear my gaze away from his.
His movements became quicker, and he kept a rough, steady pace. He broke our eye contact, closing his eyes, and I dropped my head. His raspy breathing in my ear and against my cheek was driving me crazy, and I moaned when he did, as if we were one.
As his large cock rubbed against my prostate, he snaked one arm around my waist and wrapped his slender, calloused fingers around my pulsing erection, though there was barely enough room between me and the sink. He said my name softly, his breath sending a chill down my spine though it was hot in the small, crampy bathroom. A jolt of pleasure shot through my body again as he once more hit my sweet spot, and I moaned, arching my back slightly, so that my head came to rest on his shoulder.
He pressed his lips firmly to the side of my neck, his teeth coming out to tease the skin gently for a moment, as his hand slowly started to move over my cock. I groaned, holding onto the sink so tightly that my knuckles were turning white, as he continued to thrust roughly into me.
Soon I had pleasure coming at me from both ends; his dick against my prostate, and his hand stroking my cock. I wanted to be embarrassed that I was already pretty much there so quickly, but at that moment, I realized I didn't care -- I just wanted Matt to climax inside of me -- I couldn't explain why.
A particularly deep thrust caused my knees to buckle, and I moaned again, before letting out a string of incoherent words, and seriously praying that I hadn't said anything like: 'I love you' in that string.
If I had, he pretended not to notice, and he kissed me again, this time on the jaw, causing me to shiver again; he just had that uncanny ability to do so. He groaned my name, and entangled the fingers of his free hand into my hair, lifting my head so that I looked at our reflection. My eyes met his in the mirror again, and I moaned at the very sight of the lust that was clearly evident.
His hand movements quickened up, pumping my cock at an even pace, and causing my eyes to close again; though he kept my head up. His thrusts had begun to get short and jerky -- something I was happy with, at least I wasn't too close to the edge myself. He gave another throaty noise, and I moaned as there was a violent jab to my spot, causing the atom bomb in my gut to finally explode.
"Matt." a gasp mixed with a groan as I came into his hand with a shudder.
He moaned in my ear and kissed my cheek again, giving his final thrusts. I kept a tight grip on the sink, trying not to notice the way my arms were shaking from such a pleasurable moment. He said my name in a husky whisper, and his grip on my waist tightened as the rest of his body stiffened suddenly.
As he came into me, he let out a deep groan, and I got hit with that feeling that I'd got the first time we'd had sex; the supernatural release of energy.I moaned, and he rested his head on my shoulder, taking deep breaths as we both just basked in the afterglow. When Matt finally lifted his head though, I met his eyes in the mirror, and I felt my stomach sink -- he looked worried.
"I know that I want you." he said so softly I almost didn't hear him. "But I'm scared of the consequences."
As if on cue, there was a knock at the front door.
I have to leave a cliffhanger, it keeps you guys interested.