Getting In Cars With Strangers Really Never Helped Anybody-Avenged Sevenfold
Title: Getting In Cars With Strangers Really Never Helped Anybody
Fandom: Avenged Sevenfold
Type: RPS
Pairings: Brian/Matt, Brian/Zacky, a little Brian/Jimmy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Dont Own Anything, Dont Know Any Of The Members Of Avenged Sevenfold, Wish I Did
Warnings: Severe Violence, Severe Language, Slash, Graphic Man-on-Man, Major Smut, Drinking, Smoking, Some Drug Use, Forced Sex, Bondage, Blood, Broken Bones, Masturbation, Masochism, Sadisim
Chapter 2-
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!?!? YOU FUCKING HURT HIM!!!"
Brian ripped off his shirt and covered Jimmy's face with it, trying to put as much pressure as he could to stop the bleeding.
Zacky just stared, almost not realizing what he had just done. He blinked a couple of times, making sure he wasnt in a dream.
"What?"
"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT? YOUR A FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!! HE WAS JUST FUCKING PLAYING AROUND!!!!"
Zacky tried to look up at Brian, who was practically sitting in his lap because of how small the car was, but Brian was too busy wiping the blood from The Revs nose and mouth to even glance at the other guitarist.
"Um, Im...Im..."
"ZACKY??? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?! YOU DONT FUCKING DO SHIT LIKE THAT! WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!?!?"
This time it was Matts turn to yell at him. He had been quiet all up until this point, and he was fucking pissed.
Zacky looked toward his direction in disbelief, watching how the singer flicked his angry, grey eyes from the road then up to the rearview mirror to glare back at him, then back to the road, and then back at the guitarist agian.
Zacky could see Matts grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles a pale, ghostly white.
Just about the same color as Johnnys face, as he stared at all the blood that covered his two friends.
Zacky looked back up at Matt who was glaring back at him through the mirror.
His eyes seemed to have softened a little bit, but his voice was still gruff, "Z, look at what you did to Jimmy. Look at his face. You did that! You hurt him. Your making him bleed like that. What made you do that to your friend? He's your friend! Jimmy's your friend! Look at him! What made you do that, huh? Why'd you do it? Z, why?"
Zacky could hear Matt's voice pleading with him, but he wasnt looking into his eyes anymore. He wasnt looking at Matt.
He was staring at the bloody mess that used to be his friend's face.
He stared at Jimmy who was just about close to tears, bewildered that his own friend, who had never snapped at him like that before, actually made him hurt that much.
Zacky's heart broke at the sad sight of his friend.
"Oh, God!!! Oh fuck fuck FUCK! What the fuck?!?! Oh, Jesus fucking Christ! Im the biggest asshole, Im the biggest fucking dick ever!! What the fuck did I do that for?!?! Oh fuck, Jimmy, Im so fucking sorry! I dont know what the fuck I was thinking! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME HARD! I am so sorry, buddy! I really fucking am!!"
Zacky held his hands over his eyes, and pushed his palms in deep to try to keep the tears that were forming under his lashes, from falling down his face.
He had been so angry and he didnt know why, and he took it out on The Rev. He took it out on his friend who did not deserve it. Now his whole band was gonna hate him. He loved his band. He didnt want them to kick him out. He would be so lost without them. He loved them all and he never meant to hurt anybody.
Especially not The Rev.
He started to feel sick.
What the fuck had he done?
Poor Jimmy would probably never trust him again or even fucking want to speak to him again. He wouldnt blame him if he didnt.
But The Rev was a forgiving person. Maybe if Zacky was lucky, Jimmy would forgive him later for being such a fucking asshole.
Maybe. If he was paitent.
But not today. Everything seemed to be going wrong today. And poor Zacky couldnt help but feel like it was all his fault.
He glanced back over at The Rev and saw Brian's T-shirt that he was holding tightly against his face was already soaked with the drummers dark blood.
Zacky immedietly pulled off his own shirt and gently pushed it against Jimmys face, taking the old shirt out of the taller mans hand.
Jimmy looked over at Zacky, staring deeply into the guitarists green eyes, causing the shorter man to shudder.
Zacky saw saddness in The Revs eyes along with dissapoinment and, yes, a little fear.
It was extremely upsetting to Zacky who had to look away in fear of choking up.
Matt looked back at them in the morror, concern over powering any other emotion he had in his body.
He looked at Brian who was gently laying The Revs head down in Johnny's lap, and showing the bassist how much pressure he needed to put on the makeshift bandage with his hand to keep the blood from completely flowing freely out of the drummer's battered nose.
Matt watched closely as the guitarist asked his old friend somthing in a very soft tone so only he could hear, and saw The Rev lightly nod his head.
Then the singer politely looked away for a second as Brian bent over and softly kissed Jimmy on the top of his head in an affectionate way. He looked back at Gates as he was climbing back to his seat in the front.
Matt curiously wondered for a second how Syn could move so easily in his tiny car.
Syn sat back down in his seat, obviously exhausted, not bothering to buckle himself up.
Matt glanced over at him, eyeing the blood on his hands and bare chest.
He couldnt help but admire him, at how amazing he was with everybody. Nobody hated Syn. He was just such a cool guy. It didnt matter to him who the person was, if someone needed help, he was the guy to do whatever they needed. He was just so incredible like that, and Matt couldnt help but completely adore him for that.
Brian looked over at the singer who was studying him, and smiled softly when they locked eyes.
Matts eyes glanced back to the road and cleared his throat before he spoke.
"So, what's the status report, Cheif?"
Brian chewed his bottom lip and looked back at Jimmy who was already drifting off to sleep, being lulled by the gently rocking car and Johnny Christ stroking his hair.
He turned his face back to the front of the vehicle and stared at the long black road through the windsheild.
"Well, his nose isnt broken, but im getting kinda worried. He hasnt stopped bleeding since he was hurt. That makes me really nervous because most peoples blood will clot after a while, but his isnt. And I read somewhere that people who tend to drink alot have a really high chance of watering down their blood and thinning it out. Which means if thats true, and we all know Jimmy is a constant partyier, than its not going to clot. Its just gonna keep bleeding and hes gonna lose alot of blood. If thats the case, we gotta get him to a fucking hospital."
Matt's face remained emotionless, his eyes focused on the road ahead of him, as he thought deeply of what Synyster had said. He blinked several times and then frowned. "Bri, I dont know where the fuck we are. We have been driving down the same fucking road for like 200 fucking miles. I havent seen one house since we started driving, and i have only passed by four other cars. I dont even know if they have a fucking hospital anywhere even remotely close by here. I dont even know where the fuck 'here' is. Im just gonna keep driving until I see a fucking house, we'll just stop there, ask to use their phone, then get him cleaned up until someone comes to pick us up. Thats the best we can do right now. Im sorry but were just gonna have to make do, alright?" Brian nodded in agreement and chewed on his finger nervously. Then he paused, " How are we, Fuel wise?"
Matt glanced at the gas meter.
"We have a little more than half a tank left. We should be fine. Dont worry, Bri. Were gonna be okay. Jimmy's gonna make it, alright? Just dont stress it too much, okay hun? Im getting kinda worried about you too now. Just try to stay calm and we'll get through this shit together, alright?"
Syn glanced at the singer and gave him a weak smile.
"Yeah, okay. Yeah, I know were gonna be fine. Just do me a favor okay, Matt? Just dont leave me, okay? Dont leave me alone to take care of all this shit by myself, okay? Can you fucking promise me that? Because I feel like if you left, Id fucking fall apart. I can't do it on my fucking own. I think I need you, man. When your with me I feel like Im gonna be alright. So, just dont go anywhere, okay? Dont leave me, okay? I need you, man. I really fucking do."
Matt felt almost hurt.
"Why would I leave you? I could never do that to you or the guys, you know that Bri. I'll never leave you guys. Never. Okay? I love you. I love all you guys. You guys are my best friends. Im never gonna fucking leave you. Never. Even if it fucking kills me. Okay, hun? Im fucking with you forever. Okay? You cant get rid of me even if you fucking wanted to. You mean too much to me, Bri. And thats the fucking truth. Alright, babe?"
Syn sighed in relief and nodded, smiling to himself.
He paused for a moment, then looked back at the singer.
"You know, even at the risk of sounding like a total cock, I still have to say that I love you, Matt. You mean alot to me, man."
Matt grinned back at the guitarist.
"You do sound like a cock, but I love you too, Brian. You mean a hell of alot to me too, man."
A muffled voice in the back caused both men to turn their heads.
"I love you guys. Your my best friends."
Syn grinned. "We love you too, Jimmy. Be careful not to talk too much with that nose of yours. You might fuck it up even more than it already is."
Jimmy nodded, then snuggled his head back into Johnny's lap again. His eyes closed almost immedietly.
Matt and Brian were silent for a few moments, watching the yellow lines on the dark road grow fainter and fainter until they almost completely dissapeared into the faded tar they were painted on.
A new paint job was needed badly.
Matt glanced at Brian, suddenly realizing his friend was shirtless.
"Oh, Bri. Your not wearing a fucking shirt. Are you cold, hun?"
Syn gave the singer an odd look, furrowing his brows.
"No, M. Shadows. I am not cold. And Im not a fucking girl, so dont even think about offering me your fucking jacket. Besides, I think I left my black zip up vest in your trunk. I'll just grab it when we make our next stop."
Matt was about to laugh, when a soft voice in the back made him pause.
"I am, though."
Both men turned to look at Zacky, whos eyes looked wider than normal. His face was pale and visible dark circles were starting to form under his bright eyes.
He was tired, and he looked like a small child sitting in the dark by himself.
His chest was bare as well, and it was obvious he was cold by the texture of his skin.
The two men in the front of the car glanced at eachother, unsure of what to say.
They were both still upset with Zacky, but the poor guitarist looked as if he was going to start crying, so M. nodded at Syn to grab the wheel while he pulled his black jacket off his body and handed it to the smaller man.
Zacky took it from the frontman, thankful it was still warm from Matts body, and pulled it over his head.
The scent of Matts cologne and after shave filled his nose, almost comforting him in a way, and he softly smiled in gratitude.
"Thanks, dude."
Matt grunted in response and turned back around, taking the wheel back from Brian.
Brian stared at Zacky, studying the younger mans pale face, until Zacky realized he was being watched.
Zacky, unsure of what else to do, nodded at him with a quick flick of his chin.
Brians sharp features softened a bit, and he returned the nod.
Both men stared into eachothers eyes for a moment, chocolate brown battling against deep green, then they both turned away from eachother and proceeded to do their own things.
-----Thats it for Chapter 2! Sorry it was kinda short. I'll right more! I promise! Comment, comment, comment! Please! Tell me what you think and let me know if i should right more. Thank you so much for reading! Chapter 3 will be up soon! Thanks again!-----
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Fandom: Avenged Sevenfold
Type: RPS
Pairings: Brian/Matt, Brian/Zacky, a little Brian/Jimmy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Dont Own Anything, Dont Know Any Of The Members Of Avenged Sevenfold, Wish I Did
Warnings: Severe Violence, Severe Language, Slash, Graphic Man-on-Man, Major Smut, Drinking, Smoking, Some Drug Use, Forced Sex, Bondage, Blood, Broken Bones, Masturbation, Masochism, Sadisim
Chapter 2-
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!?!? YOU FUCKING HURT HIM!!!"
Brian ripped off his shirt and covered Jimmy's face with it, trying to put as much pressure as he could to stop the bleeding.
Zacky just stared, almost not realizing what he had just done. He blinked a couple of times, making sure he wasnt in a dream.
"What?"
"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT? YOUR A FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!! HE WAS JUST FUCKING PLAYING AROUND!!!!"
Zacky tried to look up at Brian, who was practically sitting in his lap because of how small the car was, but Brian was too busy wiping the blood from The Revs nose and mouth to even glance at the other guitarist.
"Um, Im...Im..."
"ZACKY??? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?! YOU DONT FUCKING DO SHIT LIKE THAT! WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!?!?"
This time it was Matts turn to yell at him. He had been quiet all up until this point, and he was fucking pissed.
Zacky looked toward his direction in disbelief, watching how the singer flicked his angry, grey eyes from the road then up to the rearview mirror to glare back at him, then back to the road, and then back at the guitarist agian.
Zacky could see Matts grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles a pale, ghostly white.
Just about the same color as Johnnys face, as he stared at all the blood that covered his two friends.
Zacky looked back up at Matt who was glaring back at him through the mirror.
His eyes seemed to have softened a little bit, but his voice was still gruff, "Z, look at what you did to Jimmy. Look at his face. You did that! You hurt him. Your making him bleed like that. What made you do that to your friend? He's your friend! Jimmy's your friend! Look at him! What made you do that, huh? Why'd you do it? Z, why?"
Zacky could hear Matt's voice pleading with him, but he wasnt looking into his eyes anymore. He wasnt looking at Matt.
He was staring at the bloody mess that used to be his friend's face.
He stared at Jimmy who was just about close to tears, bewildered that his own friend, who had never snapped at him like that before, actually made him hurt that much.
Zacky's heart broke at the sad sight of his friend.
"Oh, God!!! Oh fuck fuck FUCK! What the fuck?!?! Oh, Jesus fucking Christ! Im the biggest asshole, Im the biggest fucking dick ever!! What the fuck did I do that for?!?! Oh fuck, Jimmy, Im so fucking sorry! I dont know what the fuck I was thinking! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME HARD! I am so sorry, buddy! I really fucking am!!"
Zacky held his hands over his eyes, and pushed his palms in deep to try to keep the tears that were forming under his lashes, from falling down his face.
He had been so angry and he didnt know why, and he took it out on The Rev. He took it out on his friend who did not deserve it. Now his whole band was gonna hate him. He loved his band. He didnt want them to kick him out. He would be so lost without them. He loved them all and he never meant to hurt anybody.
Especially not The Rev.
He started to feel sick.
What the fuck had he done?
Poor Jimmy would probably never trust him again or even fucking want to speak to him again. He wouldnt blame him if he didnt.
But The Rev was a forgiving person. Maybe if Zacky was lucky, Jimmy would forgive him later for being such a fucking asshole.
Maybe. If he was paitent.
But not today. Everything seemed to be going wrong today. And poor Zacky couldnt help but feel like it was all his fault.
He glanced back over at The Rev and saw Brian's T-shirt that he was holding tightly against his face was already soaked with the drummers dark blood.
Zacky immedietly pulled off his own shirt and gently pushed it against Jimmys face, taking the old shirt out of the taller mans hand.
Jimmy looked over at Zacky, staring deeply into the guitarists green eyes, causing the shorter man to shudder.
Zacky saw saddness in The Revs eyes along with dissapoinment and, yes, a little fear.
It was extremely upsetting to Zacky who had to look away in fear of choking up.
Matt looked back at them in the morror, concern over powering any other emotion he had in his body.
He looked at Brian who was gently laying The Revs head down in Johnny's lap, and showing the bassist how much pressure he needed to put on the makeshift bandage with his hand to keep the blood from completely flowing freely out of the drummer's battered nose.
Matt watched closely as the guitarist asked his old friend somthing in a very soft tone so only he could hear, and saw The Rev lightly nod his head.
Then the singer politely looked away for a second as Brian bent over and softly kissed Jimmy on the top of his head in an affectionate way. He looked back at Gates as he was climbing back to his seat in the front.
Matt curiously wondered for a second how Syn could move so easily in his tiny car.
Syn sat back down in his seat, obviously exhausted, not bothering to buckle himself up.
Matt glanced over at him, eyeing the blood on his hands and bare chest.
He couldnt help but admire him, at how amazing he was with everybody. Nobody hated Syn. He was just such a cool guy. It didnt matter to him who the person was, if someone needed help, he was the guy to do whatever they needed. He was just so incredible like that, and Matt couldnt help but completely adore him for that.
Brian looked over at the singer who was studying him, and smiled softly when they locked eyes.
Matts eyes glanced back to the road and cleared his throat before he spoke.
"So, what's the status report, Cheif?"
Brian chewed his bottom lip and looked back at Jimmy who was already drifting off to sleep, being lulled by the gently rocking car and Johnny Christ stroking his hair.
He turned his face back to the front of the vehicle and stared at the long black road through the windsheild.
"Well, his nose isnt broken, but im getting kinda worried. He hasnt stopped bleeding since he was hurt. That makes me really nervous because most peoples blood will clot after a while, but his isnt. And I read somewhere that people who tend to drink alot have a really high chance of watering down their blood and thinning it out. Which means if thats true, and we all know Jimmy is a constant partyier, than its not going to clot. Its just gonna keep bleeding and hes gonna lose alot of blood. If thats the case, we gotta get him to a fucking hospital."
Matt's face remained emotionless, his eyes focused on the road ahead of him, as he thought deeply of what Synyster had said. He blinked several times and then frowned. "Bri, I dont know where the fuck we are. We have been driving down the same fucking road for like 200 fucking miles. I havent seen one house since we started driving, and i have only passed by four other cars. I dont even know if they have a fucking hospital anywhere even remotely close by here. I dont even know where the fuck 'here' is. Im just gonna keep driving until I see a fucking house, we'll just stop there, ask to use their phone, then get him cleaned up until someone comes to pick us up. Thats the best we can do right now. Im sorry but were just gonna have to make do, alright?" Brian nodded in agreement and chewed on his finger nervously. Then he paused, " How are we, Fuel wise?"
Matt glanced at the gas meter.
"We have a little more than half a tank left. We should be fine. Dont worry, Bri. Were gonna be okay. Jimmy's gonna make it, alright? Just dont stress it too much, okay hun? Im getting kinda worried about you too now. Just try to stay calm and we'll get through this shit together, alright?"
Syn glanced at the singer and gave him a weak smile.
"Yeah, okay. Yeah, I know were gonna be fine. Just do me a favor okay, Matt? Just dont leave me, okay? Dont leave me alone to take care of all this shit by myself, okay? Can you fucking promise me that? Because I feel like if you left, Id fucking fall apart. I can't do it on my fucking own. I think I need you, man. When your with me I feel like Im gonna be alright. So, just dont go anywhere, okay? Dont leave me, okay? I need you, man. I really fucking do."
Matt felt almost hurt.
"Why would I leave you? I could never do that to you or the guys, you know that Bri. I'll never leave you guys. Never. Okay? I love you. I love all you guys. You guys are my best friends. Im never gonna fucking leave you. Never. Even if it fucking kills me. Okay, hun? Im fucking with you forever. Okay? You cant get rid of me even if you fucking wanted to. You mean too much to me, Bri. And thats the fucking truth. Alright, babe?"
Syn sighed in relief and nodded, smiling to himself.
He paused for a moment, then looked back at the singer.
"You know, even at the risk of sounding like a total cock, I still have to say that I love you, Matt. You mean alot to me, man."
Matt grinned back at the guitarist.
"You do sound like a cock, but I love you too, Brian. You mean a hell of alot to me too, man."
A muffled voice in the back caused both men to turn their heads.
"I love you guys. Your my best friends."
Syn grinned. "We love you too, Jimmy. Be careful not to talk too much with that nose of yours. You might fuck it up even more than it already is."
Jimmy nodded, then snuggled his head back into Johnny's lap again. His eyes closed almost immedietly.
Matt and Brian were silent for a few moments, watching the yellow lines on the dark road grow fainter and fainter until they almost completely dissapeared into the faded tar they were painted on.
A new paint job was needed badly.
Matt glanced at Brian, suddenly realizing his friend was shirtless.
"Oh, Bri. Your not wearing a fucking shirt. Are you cold, hun?"
Syn gave the singer an odd look, furrowing his brows.
"No, M. Shadows. I am not cold. And Im not a fucking girl, so dont even think about offering me your fucking jacket. Besides, I think I left my black zip up vest in your trunk. I'll just grab it when we make our next stop."
Matt was about to laugh, when a soft voice in the back made him pause.
"I am, though."
Both men turned to look at Zacky, whos eyes looked wider than normal. His face was pale and visible dark circles were starting to form under his bright eyes.
He was tired, and he looked like a small child sitting in the dark by himself.
His chest was bare as well, and it was obvious he was cold by the texture of his skin.
The two men in the front of the car glanced at eachother, unsure of what to say.
They were both still upset with Zacky, but the poor guitarist looked as if he was going to start crying, so M. nodded at Syn to grab the wheel while he pulled his black jacket off his body and handed it to the smaller man.
Zacky took it from the frontman, thankful it was still warm from Matts body, and pulled it over his head.
The scent of Matts cologne and after shave filled his nose, almost comforting him in a way, and he softly smiled in gratitude.
"Thanks, dude."
Matt grunted in response and turned back around, taking the wheel back from Brian.
Brian stared at Zacky, studying the younger mans pale face, until Zacky realized he was being watched.
Zacky, unsure of what else to do, nodded at him with a quick flick of his chin.
Brians sharp features softened a bit, and he returned the nod.
Both men stared into eachothers eyes for a moment, chocolate brown battling against deep green, then they both turned away from eachother and proceeded to do their own things.
-----Thats it for Chapter 2! Sorry it was kinda short. I'll right more! I promise! Comment, comment, comment! Please! Tell me what you think and let me know if i should right more. Thank you so much for reading! Chapter 3 will be up soon! Thanks again!-----
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