Dismantle Me [A Synyster Gates/Vanessa Fic]
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NEITHER SYNYSTER GATES OR ZACKY VENGENACE. BUT I DO OWN VANESSA AND SHE OWNS "BROOKE" [AKA ME] ENJOY.
Dismantle Me
Dismantle Me (I want to bury you)
Dismantle Me (I want to bury you)
Dismantle Me (I want to bury you)
Dismantle Me (I want to bury you)
The chant ran throughout the small venue. The different coloured lights flashed and highlighted the small stage with the small band working it. A girl with black and bright turquoise hair, a smirk playing on her lips working the main stage. She was stuttering up and down it, her large army issue boots hitting the sticky floor. She held onto the microphone loosely with her slender fingers accompanied with black painted nails. She got the small audience up and dancing to an old classic. Singing it loudly and with a brash voice, copying her idol that had wrote the song and probably worked this very stage with the hit years before.
But the man at the side wasn’t watching her. His deep, soulful brown eyes were focusing on a much taller woman behind this loud and brash show woman. He was focusing on the skilful guitar player in the background, clad in a pair of tight purple skinny jeans, a black Trivium boy beater [which he approved of greatly] and pink converse with blue star covered laces. She was swaying the instrument hanging from her shoulders and mouthing the words, copying her front woman, as if she didn’t have to concentrate on the guitar she was strutting at all. She walked over to the side of the stage, becoming more into view for the large, heavily tattooed man to get a full look at her impressive frame. He smiled when she came into full view. He smiled at her short cropped black hair which was poking at of the bottom of a beanie gracing her head, much like a hat he owned himself.
He wanted to know this woman, he wanted to talk to her, hold her, and most of all fuck her. He had a thing for talented women, maybe it was because he could engage in some sort of intelligent conversation with them, rather than the meat headed discussions he would get from his band mates on the tour bus. Maybe it was the thrill of knowing that someone close was catching up to him on the talent scale, ready to steal his thunder and become better than him. He smirked at the though, becoming the dominant figure, putting her in her place after she has being raised up so far. Yes, truly erotic.
“Gates! What do you think of these girls?” Shadows, well Brian, asked his lead guitarist who was still staring intently at the tall woman with the insane amount of talent.
“Huh? Oh yeah. They are pretty good.” The man said looking at his front man and smiling. To be honest, the band weren’t his type, they were more punk. Zacky would like them, yell Zacky would love them, he loved all girl rock bands but Brian, didn’t really. He was more of a metal kind of guy, at the tours, he would rather hang out with like minded people such as his friends from Disturbed and such like bands. Zacky was more of a Paramore and New Found Glory drinking buddy kind of guy. Not the style of Synyster Fucking Gates at all.
He instantly turned back to the stage and saw that the band had finished their set and the guitarist with the skull beanie was no longer there. He widened his eyes and mentally killed and then kicked Brian until he turned into dust.
I look away for two fucking seconds.
He thought to himself. He needed to find her. He needed to talk to her. He needed… her. He pushed some kids that were standing in the way of the backstage door out the way, flashing his trademark smirk with a cocked eyebrow at the security guard and showed him his VIP pass. The guard let him through intensely and if Brian wasn’t a straight man, he would kiss that man right now, but he didn’t have time. He rushed through the door and looked up and down the halls, until he saw something turquoise. He ran over to the girl that he recognized from the stage. She was talking to a smaller boy that looked star struck, obviously a fan, he could tell as he had seen that face so many times himself.
The man grabbed her by the arm and forced her to look at him. At first she had a face of pure disgust and she looked like she was going to hit him at anytime, but that soon changed to a soft almost star struck expression.
“Sy...Synyster Gates?” She questioned in a dreamy voice. She knew who he was. She was just too star struck to say anything else.
“Hey. You are the singer of the last band, right?” The man asked rather eagerly. She merrily nodded.
“I’m… I’m Brooke.”
“Cool. Well. You know the chick with the skull beanie…” Not really giving a care in the world about her name. He wasn’t interested in her at all. The only purpose she really had to him was telling her where the mysterious, metal minded female with the long legs and the cracking smile went to.
“Oh Vanessa. Yeah?”
“Vanessa. Wow...” That was the name of the beauty he wanted to get to know. This brought a smile to his face. The name alone coming from his lips sounded so perfect.
“Yeah. Do you want her for anything?” The girl with the brown eyes and black and turquoise hair asked.
“I do. I want to see her. Where is she?”
“Yeah. She went out that door with our drummer. Poor Gabbie, doesn’t like going out for smokes on her own…”
“Thank you!” He called as he ran down the hall to the door that the girl pointed at. Brooke stood with her finger still pointed to the door the man was now running out of. She had her eyebrows cocked up and her other hand on her hip. She was confused. What would smooth Synyster Gates want with little ole Vanessa from Downtown Detroit.
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“Gabs. Seriously. You have to learn to smoke by yourself.” Vanessa said batting the smoke away from her face and making a face of pure disgust as the blue smoke made its way towards her. Just as she was ready to move away from her friend and walk around the buses, someone came tumbling through the main door next to them. It scared her and the loud banging and crashing made her blue eyes widen, but nothing could prepared her for what came next.
“Hey Vanessa, right?” The man with the wavy, soft, brown hair, dreamy brown eyes, large and hard body said as causally as he could. Even though he had just practically broken a door down to see a girl he had only just learnt the name of. The girl couldn’t say anything, she just started at the man in a Godly manner. Brooke had always said that it might be likely to meet some of their idols on Warped Tour, but she never said that they might talk to them. Vanessa was completely star struck. She just prayed to God that she didn’t giggle right now.
“Yes. I’m Vanessa. Brian, right?” Vanessa said, trying to sound as causal as she could hardly even make her brain function properly. She was even using his real name, not the stage name. She must have being feeling brave today.
“Yes.” Brian laughed before walking closer to the tall figure of this girl and looking straight into her blue crystal eyes, as if he was looking into her very soul. Seeing into all the fantasies, and quiet nights alone that Vanessa had had thinking about this man. She blushed and bit her pierced lip. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to have her now. But he didn’t want to be accused of forcing her into it. He wanted to feel his large hands on her silky skin, have her body against his, and feel her tongue lapping at his flesh.
“Look Vee. I’ll see you later. I’m going to find The Used and see if Bert’s got any… junk.” Gabbie winked before patting her friend on the shoulder and making her way back inside the building shakily Vanessa rolled her eyes at her but looked back at Brian after hearing him laugh.
“What?” She asked looking up at him confused, even though she liked the view. He looked so cute when he laughed and his laugh, a cute little chuckle, not a hard brash laugh like she had expected.
“Your drummer. She’s just like my drummer.” He said with a laugh. She smiled and chuckled slightly too. But they soon stopped laughing and just looked at each other. It was no good anymore, they were alone, no one else was bond to be around, their hormones were running high and they just had to have each other. In unison the two moved closer together and their lips met forcefully in a bruising kiss. Vanessa laced her arms around the man’s hard waist, her own chest crushed against his own, causing her to whimper slightly as her sensitive breasts pushed up against his hard chest.
He picked her up in his strong arms and carried her away from the middle of the car park, he broke the kiss momentary and carried her around to the back of the buses. Finding his bands bus and going around the back of it, knowing it was locked for the day and no way of getting in, he knew that he would have to do this outside. Not that he minded, he just wanted his hands on her… and in her.
“S-Syn.” She groaned as he rolled his hips against hers. She wasn’t sure whether to call him Brian, like she knew him, Syn or Synyster. She thought she should go for the shorter one, unless he told her otherwise. Even though she was in too much blinding passion to really care right now.
“Call me Brian.” He said in a raspy voice laced with passion. He pulled at the hem of her shirt while he said this, pulling it up over her creamy skin. He then threw it to the floor and laced his arms around her warm slinky waist, she groaned as he started leaving little kisses on her neck. His hands started to creep up her spine, causing goose-bumps to pump up all over her body. He reached up to the clasp of her black bra, pulling at the clasp expertly and pulling it off, exposing her to him. He looked down at her, unlacing his arms from behind her back, before throwing the bra to the floor. He just stared at her chest, causing her cheeks to flush a crimson red. She had never felt so exposed in all her twenty years of living, which she thought was actually kind of pathetic, but still, she never had done something like this with someone that she found so attractive.
“My God. You are so beautiful.” He said in a gruff voice, a smirk still playing upon his lips as if his mouth was stuck that way. He closed the gap between them once again, placing his large hands on her large, rounded breasts. Her breasts felt so silky against his rough hands cut up guitar playing hands. She groaned, liking the sensation from his rough hands against the sensitive skin. She bit her lip and tilted her head back against the bus they were hiding behind. She looked at him as he stared intently at her, he was now squeezing her breasts expertly, light touches over the sensitive skin, and light pinches on her hard nipples. She never knew she could feel this kind of pleasure from her breasts. She had never thought to try it herself, and her past boyfriends had never tried it on her. She now knew though, and she was going to try it more often, even if it was on herself.
She was starting to get that usual tingling feeling in her thighs and her pussy started to throb and she knew, she needed contact soon or she was going to go insane. She moaned to let Brian know that she loved his touches, but she wanted him to go further, to go...down. She opened her eyes and looked down, she started to attack her own belt. Not sure how else to say it, she just pulled at her belt and her jeans and pulled them down quickly. Now only left in her underwear.
“Brian. What are we doing?” She said as continued to caress her chest. He stopped his movements and looked at her. The main reason he had being so slow was because that’s what he thought she wanted. He cocked his eyebrow at her, he looked into her eyes and noticed something that he had seen earlier when she first saw him. Lust. She wanted it, he knew that now. He grinned like a Cheshire cat and pulled his shirt off, and threw it on the ground with the pile of clothes that Vanessa had started. He then attacked his belt, pulling his jeans apart, near enough breaking the zip. While he did this, she stepped out of her underwear and threw it carelessly with the other pile of clothes.
He started towards her before grabbing her by the hips and picking her up. She, out of instinct, wrapped her legs around his waist and held onto his shoulder with her hands, gripping her fingernails into the thick, hard, tattooed flesh there.
Brian didn’t want to feel like a complete asshole, he knew that he had an impressive cock, and sometimes the most experienced of women he had been with needed some help so he pushed her back against the bus, this way holding her up using the bus as a support. He took two of his long fingers and pushed them into her opening. She moaned and squirmed against his fingers, in love with the feeling of his fingers brushing her softer walls.
He looked up at her face, it was tiled back and her mouth was hung slightly open in a silent scream. Pure bliss was written all over her features. He pushed his fingers in a little deeper, just to get her adjusted to his size.
When he was satisfied that she was adjusted enough and could feel she was nice and wet. He took his fingers out, much to her protest and replaced them with his long, thick cock. He pushed in deeply, gripping onto her hips, guiding her down. He realised how tight she actually was and he knew that this was going be quick, so he was going to enjoy it even more. She gripped harder onto his shoulders and screwed her eyes shut, in slight pain but mostly pleasure. She moaned, in a long and drawn out voice as he filled her completely.
“Fuck.” She breathed out as he started up a harsh rhythm. She rested her head against the bus behind her and held onto his shoulder for dear life. Her legs tightened around his waist, her vagina muscles clenched as she tired to add some pressure to her clitoris, knowing that was her spot. She moaned in slight frustration as she couldn’t get to her spot. Brian noticed this and opened his eyes. Being experienced with women, he knew that most of them weren’t just satisfied with having a dick rammed in them. So, his hand that wasn’t supporting her weight snaked in-between their bodies. He dipped his fingers lower and brushed them lightly over the moisten lips of her clit.
Her eyes shot open instantly and she moaned the loudest she ever had. She clenched her muscles more and she knew that it wouldn’t be long until she climaxed. She pushed her chest onto Brian’s. She groaned from the sensation of her breasts against his chest and started to bounce up and down on his support. This way, she had her breasts, her spot inside her, and her pussy on fire. She KNEW that she wasn’t going to last long.
Brian groaned and rested his head on her shoulder, thrusting deeper into her and lightly tapping his fingers on her pussy at lightening speed. Knowing that was what was driving her crazy against him. This rhythm, mixed with the sounds of skin slapping together, light and heavy moans carried on until Vanessa felt the familiar feeling in her thighs and her stomach that would send her over the edge.
“Brian. Fuck. I’m… COMING!” She near enough screamed as she felt her orgasm wash right over her. The pleasure surged through her veins like a high speed train, crashing and burning in all her vital organs. Her whole body spasmed violently against his and she came with a cry. Her nails scrapping at his tattooed skin and her legs trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm. Brian held her close, still thrusting into her, trying to finish as quickly as he could. He knew that she was extremely sensitive right now as she flinched and yelped with every thrust.
He didn’t last much longer though, with a couple of select grunts and profanities. He groaned loudly, arched his back and came fast and hard into Vanessa’s body. He rode out his orgasm quickly before fully coming to a complete stand still and collapsing against the frame of Vanessa up against the bus, who was still panting and swearing. She was completely and utterly drained from her orgasm and was now just resting on Brian’s frame.
“That was… amazing.” Vanessa finally spoke up, her head still rested on Brian’s shoulder.
“It really was.” He laughed, kissing the top her head and rubbing her sides.
“Dude. What the fuck?!” Someone from behind said. This caused both Vanessa and Brian to perk up and look around to see a smirking Zacky standing with a video camera in hand. Vanessa leapt out of Brian’s arms quickly and hid away from Zacky. She was nimble and very fast. She pulled on her clothes as quickly as she could and Brian did the same.
“If you taped us…” Brian said angrily pointing his finger at the shorter black haired guitarist.
“Relax. I just came back to get a jacket.” Zacky said, laughing slightly. Those two had being fucking naked outside and he was the one getting a jacket. He shook his head at his own thoughts with a smile, laughing at his own irony.
“But the bus is locked.” Brian said confused pulling up his pants and buttoning them up. Vanessa looked up at Brian and then back at Zacky. She weakly smiled at him, blushing slightly as she pulled her shirt up over her head.
“Erm… No.” Zacky said with a chuckle before pushing open the door to the bus and walking inside laughing. Brian stared dumbfounded at the door, he could have swore that the bus was locked by Shadows when he left this morning. He looked around slowly at Vanessa, half expecting her to either be scowling or ready to slap him. But instead she was met with a cheerful grin.
“You must have known that I wanted to do it outside really.” She smirked before picking up Brian’s shirt from the ground and passing it to him.
“Thanks again. We should do it again sometime.” She winked before walking away swaying her hips and flipping her head back. Brian smirked to himself and shook his head as he walked her walk away. He sighed and looked back at the open bus door, smirking to himself before climbing aboard, his shirt still in hand.
“Oi Vengeance. I’ve just seen this amazing band. What do you feel about blue hair?”