FIC: Not a Mind Reader (Synsyter Gates/ Zacky Vengeance Rated: R)

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Title: Not a Mind Reader
Pairing: Synsyter Gates/ Zacky Vengeance
Rating: R
Warnings: Sex, language
Notes: first fic of these two, so don't hurt me.


He was, for one of the few times in his life, happy.

As happy as one could be when they were F-U-C-K-I-N-G around with their friend. He and Brian had even gotten to the “I love you” stage of the relationship. Because they did. Love each other.

And everything was marvellous and like a fairy tale.

So, of course, everything HAD to go to hell.

Brian started to get a lot more pisser than normal. And then refused to talk to him at all. The one time Zacky tried to ask, Brian just sighed and muttered, “you should know.”

And afterwards, Zacky laughed bitterly in the silence of his house. “Because I’m a fucking Jedi. I can read minds.” He laughed some more, tugging on his hair.

Fuck.

***

In the end, he went to Jimmy. Because, the Rev did have a stable relationship. Which was something Zacky had never really figured out.

Because Jimmy was crazy. No really. Crazy with a capital ‘c.’

But the look on the man’s face spoke volumes. “Brian already talked to you, didn’t he.” It wasn’t a question.

A derisive snort was his response. “More like bitched and moaned.”

Zacky sighed, flopping down on a chair. “So how bad did I fuck up?”

Jimmy stared at him, head cocked to one side. “You didn’t. This time, Syn is the one being a dickhead. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“What did I do?” Fuck, he sounded like a moron.

“I am not so privileged to share that information with you at this time.” Zacky ground his teeth, annoyed. Go figure. “But I can tell you this. Both you and Brian are arrogant assholes. Don’t get me wrong, I love you for it. But, one of you has to be the bigger man. Step forward to offer the branch of peace.”

Zack frowned, suspicious. “I think that’s the most sense you ever made. Are you high?”

Jimmy just grinned and slapped Zacky on the shoulder. “Treat ‘em mean and keep ‘em keen.” He ran off, cackling madly. The guitarist sank back down with relief. That was better.

***

In the end, Zacky was the one who was left gripping that stupid branch. After a late night of recording, he hedged forth a greeting to Brian, hopefully starting a conversation that could slowly turn to the source of the problem. But, that plan was shot to hell when Brian just grunted in reply.

“What the hell, man? I’m not a fucking mind reader. What did I do?”

Brian turned to look at him, eyes wide. Zacky had about two seconds to brace himself before the shit hit the fan.

“You complete and utter ass! You know perfectly well what you did! You are trying to make me into your bitch! Every time we go out, you always buy the drinks. Every time we go on a date, you’re paying for the food. And every time we have sex, I always end up having your dick up my ass!”

There was a nasty silence, in which Brian was waiting for Zack to retaliate, there for proving his point. But the guitarist was quiet, eyes downcast. “Oh.”

And then Brian just about kicked himself. In the few relationships Zack had been in, he had always been accused of not putting enough effort into said relationship. So of course, the first one he did, he got ignored and yelled at. And now Brian wanted to go slit his wrists or something, because he was the asshole now.

“Zacky.” The other had turned away, body tense. Brian wrapped his arms around Zacky’s waist, resting his chin on his shoulder.

Zacky’s body shook a little. “I am sorry, Bri. I had no fucking clue...”

“I know,” came the gentle interruption. “That was a little mistake on my part.” More like a huge one, but no one needed to know that. Besides, if Zacky hadn’t figured out that he was a monumental jackass by now, then all hope was lost.

They stayed like for awhile, Zacky thinking and Brian plotting. “I have a plan.”

Zacky heaved a long suffering sigh. Those were his four least favourite words coming from Brian. “Oh god.”

“Shut it, Vengeance. You’ll like it.” Brian tightened his grip a little, dropping his voice down an octave. Hot breath landed on Zacky’s neck, inciting a shiver. “We’re going to go out. And I’m going to pay.” Zacky opened his mouth, to interject, to protest, but Brian covered his mouth. “Yes, I am. And after that, we’ll go back to my place. I’ll make sweet passionate love to you.” He grinned at the shudder that ran through Zacky’s body. “Then we’ll go to sleep. How does that sound?”

The other shifted a little. “That sounds...nice.”

Brian frowned. “Oh, please don’t try and pull the macho bullshit on me.”

Zacky huffed angrily, pulling away. “It’s not that, you jackass. I’ve never...”

“You’ve never...” Brian prompted.

“Done...that before.”

“Which part? The going out, or the letting some else buy or the sex-“ Oh. OH.

Zacky laughed nervously. “I’m a bona fide virgin, Brian.” Then a wicked grin crossed his face. “In that sense anyways. Hope that’s okay.”

And suddenly it all made sense. He thought Zacky was being a dick and not letting him top. But all those hints he dropped were not being disregarded. They were just not noticed. Now he felt even more like an asshole.

“Of course I’m okay with that.” But really he wasn’t. It was fucking intimidating knowing you were about to take someone’s virginity. And more importantly...

What if he hurt Zacky?

***

Dinner went perfectly well, which was surprising.

The trip back to Brian’s house not so much.

Both he and Zacky were quiet, tension making for some awkward silence. Any noise felt harsh, and unnatural. So soon, they both stopped making any noise at all.

The first thing Zacky did once the door was open was dash for the bathroom. “Gotta piss!” He yelled over his shoulder.

“How fucking romantic,” came the sardonic mutter. Brian sat on the bed, staring at the door. He knew, just knew, that Zacky was trying to psyche himself up.

Indeed, Zacky was staring at himself in the mirror. There was no room to pace in the small room.

Alright Baker, he snarled at himself. You are going to march out there and face him. This is Brian. Brian. Who has been there for a long time. Who has so far taken it up the ass without complaining. Who is probably the closest thing you will get to a soul mate. So move your ass.

For a second, he was afraid his legs weren’t going to respond. But they did, and his hands allowed him to open the door.

And all his worries vanished as Brian gave him a sweet, rare smile. He crooked his finger. “Come ‘ere.”

Zacky did just that, pausing to stand in front of him. Brian hooked his fingers through Zacky’s belt loops, tugging on them. He pulled the slightly smaller man to lie on top of him on the bed, pressing a soft kiss to those damning lips. Simultaneously, he rolled his hips upward. Zacky gasped, surprised at just how hard Brian was.

“All for you, baby. All for you.”

With a show of strength, Brian reversed their positions so he was hovering over Zacky. A more passionate kiss ensued this time, as Brian slipped his hands under Zacky’s shirt. A whimper was caught in his mouth as when he brushed a calloused finger against a nipple. Wicked grin on his face, Brian caught the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it around. This time, Zacky moaned shamelessly.

“You like that?” Brian’s voice was low and gravely.

Zacky nodded, biting his lip. “Feels good.”

“Good.”

Wanting to see more skin, he stripped off Zacky’s shirt. He ran his hands over surprisingly smooth skin, stopping to examine any scars he could find. There was the one from when the man had fallen off a stage and cut his ribs. There was the one from a drunken Matt deciding to that Zacky could catch a beer bottle when his back was turned. He kissed them all, revelling the hitch of breath that happened every time. Zacky responded with a few nipping kisses of his own, yanking on Brian’s shirt.

“Unfair, man. If I’m naked, you have to be to.”

Brian pulled his shirt off, tossing it off into the room. “Better?” Zacky smirked and opened his mouth to say something. Only to be silenced by a fierce kiss. Brian raked his painted nails gently over thin hipbones. Interesting, how they fit perfectly in his hands. He had never noticed that before.

Impatient, he gripped the waistband of those low slung jeans and pulled them down. Zacky yelped, glaring at Brian. “Give a guy some warning.” His glare turned to one of shock when Brian gripped his manhood through the boxers he was wearing. “Oh shit...”

A deceptively sweet smile was his response. “What was that, Vengeance? I can’t really hear...” His moment of triumph was cut off when his hair was yanked on. “Ow!” He squeezed a little harder, drawing a moan from the other.

He was torn, a voice in the back of his mind shouting at him to seize back control. It was ignored. Although it was terrifying and thrilling to have someone else have control, he didn’t want it to stop. Again, he moaned, knowing he probably sounded like a whore. But he didn’t care about that. “Brian.”

The other paused at his whispered name. “Hmmm?”

“Want you. Please?”

The underwear was removed, tossed off into the room with the other clothes. He squirmed, feeling exposed. He knew he was being ridiculous, because he had already been naked in front of Brian countless other times. But this time was different.

“Woah.”

He had never really noticed just how fucking Beautiful (it had to be capitalized) Brian was. He was all light and shadow, moving like liquid fire. And he was all Zacky’s. Brian looked up at the exclamation, spinning around with a grin.”I know, I know. I’m fucking hot. But I gotta tell you,” he paused, eyes taking in Zacky’s sprawled out form. “The view ain’t so bad from where I’m standing.”

Zacky snorted, secretly embarrassed. “Yeah, well, I’m glad you figured that one out. Now, I think there was something said about making sweet, passionate love?”

A drawer was opened, and Brian sat back on the bed. A tube and a foil package was gripped in one hand. Zacky stared, laughing despite himself. “Do you keep this stuff everywhere?”

Brian shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a slut. Now, lie back. Good.” He lifted one of those long legs, pressing it back to Zacky’s chest. “Not gonna lie to you. This is probably going to hurt.”

Zacky shrugged, nervous but determined. Brian did this, so he would to.

But when the first finger was pressed inside, he lost his nerve. Brian winced when muscles clamped down, nearly breaking his finger. “Damn it Zacky! You have to relax.”

The guitarist stared up at him through bangs of dark hair, not fully hearing the words. His body responded though and he loosened his muscles to sink back onto the bed. “Ow.”

Brian watched the emotions flit across Zacky’s face. Shock. Pain. Disgust. Curiosity. Acceptance. He ran a thumb soothingly over a plump cheekbone, then slowly pushed another finger in.

Zacky jerked this time, the sting becoming hard to ignore. How the hell had Brian gone through with this? He remembered the look of pleasure and ecstasy that was always on the slightly older man’s face. How could he feel that?

The third finger was easy to accept, slipping in to join the other two. Slowly, he was stretched. It was slightly comforting to know that this was the most patience he had ever seen Brian use on anything. This doubled his efforts to relax.

Then, something inside of him was struck. Pain melded together with pleasure, leaving him pleasantly confused. He convulsed, eyes going wide. “W-what the hell...”

Brian chuckled, curling his fingers on that spot. “Zachary Baker, meet prostate.”

This so made the pain worth it.

Something dangerously close to a whine emitted from his throat when the fingers were disappeared, leaving him cold and empty. Only to be replaced with something bigger.

And there was pain again.

Brian got halfway in before stopping. Zacky had gone still and pale, bottom lip caught between his teeth, nearly drawing blood. Brian stared down, body still. “I know it’s difficult, but you need to relax.”

Zacky wanted to curse and punch him in the face. How could he relax when it felt like he was being split in two? Instead, he wrapped his arms around that slim neck and exhaled shakily. Another agonizing inch was added and all efforts to appear composed disappeared as he nearly screamed in pain. A hand threaded through his hair, massaging his favourite spot on his neck, right below his hairline.

Then Brian shoved the rest of the way in.

Zacky cried out, calling Brian all sorts of dirty names. The pain flared, the burning sensation his only focus. An apology was whispered, smeared into his neck.

“Damn right you’re sorry.” Zacky winced. When did his voice sound so weak? “Ow, fucking...ow.”

“Sorry about this, but I’m gonna move now.” Brian pulled out and pushed back in. There was gritting of teeth and pulling of hair. But then the angle of the thrust changed and that same spot from before was struck.

“Oh shit...right there. Right fucking there.” And Brian complied, pace becoming more and more erratic. Zacky was lost in a world of hazy pleasure, a strange sensation overtaking his body. Wave and wave of pleasure washed over him, and he could barely keep his head afloat. The air around them grew tighter and hotter until it was scorching him from the inside. He wrapped his lean legs around Brian’s waist, pressing himself close and possible, as if he was trying to climb inside the tanned skin.

And then it came, nearly stealing his breath away. A feeling that only happened at the shows overtook him. When the music was so loud, there was a silence inside it. He crawled in there, letting the chaos and disorder swirl around him. He was safe, nothing could touch him.

When he came down from his high, Brian was looking at him, a little apprehensive. He gave a little sigh at the smile Zacky gave him.

“And they say I’M the chick.”

“Love you too, “came the sarcastic reply.

“You really do, don’t you?” Brian nodded, rolling his eyes as if to say ‘duh!’ “Good, because I love you. After all, doesn’t all Vengeance have to have some degree of Synsyter to it?”

“Cheesy motherfucker. You’re lucky I love you.”