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
Here is a little somthing that I just found and I HAVE to post it- Just think of it as a little visual aid.......or an early christmas present. (Someone tell me if this is a manip or fake or anything because if noone says anything im just gonna keep thinking and hoping its for real)
Your welcome-Matt Sanders(M. Shadows) Brian Haner Jr.(Synyster Gates) Totally hott Bratt/Handers action!
Chapter 6-
Matts eyes were cloudy with anger and he had to look away from the guitarist before he lost all control and got completely in the other mans face.
Leaning against the small, broken car, the singer, in an attempt to calm his shaking nerves, ran his large hands through the short amount of hair that covered the top of his head.
He breathed in deeply before he looked back at the tall, angry man that stood before him, waiting for an answer.
Chewing on his lip ring, he crossed his thick, muscled arms across his chest before he spoke.
"I Dont know, Haner," he tried to keep his voice calm , and tried to sound as strong as possible,"What the fuck do you want me to say?"
Brians voice cut into him like a sharp knife.
"How about that 'your an asshole' and 'this is all your fucking fault'?!?!?"
Matts eyes glowed bright with reknewed rage and irritation.
He grit his teeth, his fists clenched by his sides.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU SMARMY LITTLE FUCKER?!?! All THIS is hardly MY fucking fault!! Its just as much mine, as it is yours so dont fucking try to pass this shit on me. Got it, Haner? You fuck with me, and I'll fucking break you in half."
Both men were slowly moving closer to eachother, getting all the more dangerously close to flying fists and broken lips.
Brian growled from the back of his throat, pointing a long, slender finger in the direction of the singer, and poking it sharply into the broader mans hard chest.
"You fucking threatening me, asshole?? You think I had a fucking part in this fucked up shit?!?! This was all your doing. This is all your fault. Your careless driving is the reason were fucking in this mess. I had no part in any of this, and you fucking know it. You just dont want to take the fall for your own fucking actions. You should really fucking learn how to take the blame for all the shit you do. Than maybe you wouldnt be so fucking hated all the time." The guitarist mumbled.
"What?!?! Hated??? By who, you fucking sonofabitch?!?! Who am I hated by?? Not many, so go fuck yourself!! You think I care what you fucking think?!?! Do you? Well, think again, douchebag. You honestly dont even know how much I really fucking despise you right now. So get the fuck out of my face before you get hurt, alright?"
Brian moved up to Matts body in one swift motion, completely closing off any space between the two men.
He grabbed Matts shirt collar with one of his hands, and brought the singer close enough to his face that the tips of their noses were touching.
"You fucking asshole," the guitarist hissed, breathing heavily,"You keep fucking with me, fucking with my mind and sending me all these mixed signals, and then treating me like shit, and Im getting really fucking sick of it. Like, I dont even know why I fucking thought you were my friend. Your just a dirty, fucking lying, cheating, meathead tool who never treated anybody with the respect they needed and always took everyone who cared about you, for fucking granted. Including Val."
With the mention of his ex-girlfriend, Matt shoved Brian hard away from himself, using a great amount of force behind both hands, causing the guitarist to stumble back, threatening to fall to the hard paved ground.
Matts eyes fired up, turning into hazel flame, threatening to burn Brian with its heat.
"Dont even fucking think to bring Val into this! Its over between her and I and you know that. Why do you keep fucking bringing it up??? Its over. We've accepted it. She's accepted it, why cant you, Brian? Huh???"
Brians voice came out sounding like gravel as it was forced out of his throat.
"Because I know theres more to it. I know theres somthing your not fucking telling me. Yeah, I knew you two were growing apart, but Im not enough of a fucking idiot to believe that you split because of your many differences. Its bullshit. Its all bullshit, Matt, and I know theres somthing your fucking hiding from me. Us. From the band, and I have a feeling its not a small problem. I can just tell."
"Fuck you, Brian. Theres nothing. Im not hiding anything from anybody. Me and Val broke up because we just dont love eachother anymore. We've both talked about it already. Shes fine with it. Im fine with it. It was going to happen sooner or later. Were both still friends so we have no hard feelings toward eachother. Im over it and shes over it. Now you need to get over it. Im really getting fucking tired of you trying to solve all my problems all the time and fix things that dont need to be fixed. Its over and you really need to let it go. I dont need your fucking help, so stop trying to make me your fucking charity case. If its your mind that needs to eased, than let me assure you, Brian, Im fine and Vals fine. Were both fine, so stay the fuck out of my buisness, okay? Its over and everything is taken care of. Just let it go."
Brian stared deeply into the singers angry eyes.
"Im not entirely fucking sure it is taken care of, Matt. In fact, Im almost positive its not. None of it makes any fucking sense. You were going to propose. You brought me to help you pick out the fucking ring. Do you remember? Or did you completely fucking forget about that?
I was there, dude, and I saw how happy you were. I saw how happy she made you. I gave you my blessing to get fucking married. You told me you fucking loved her. And then you fucking break up two weeks later because of your 'considerable differences'???
What the fuck, dude?
You stand here, in front of me, and you fucking tell me you have nothing to hide???
Well, I say 'Fuck you' and 'Stop lying to me, motherfucker', because I know you, Matt. And I can tell when your lying, and i can tell when your hiding somthing, and I can deffenetly tell when your feeling guilty about it. And right now, its all three. I can read it all over your face.
Theres so much more to this.
Im not just fucking making it up.
I want to know what the fuck happened.
I need to know why your acting so fucking weird.
And I need to know why you feel like you need to fucking lie to me, Matt, when Im only here to fucking help you.
Im your fucking friend and Im worried about you.
Stop pushing me away.
You keep fucking avoiding somthing and Im so determined to find out what it is. I wanna know, man.
And your going to fucking tell me.
What are you hiding from me, huh?
What the fuck are you not telling me, man?
And why do I have this feeling that your scared?
What are you fucking afraid of?
You need to tell somebody.
You need to face it. I'll help you, dude.
Just fucking tell me, okay?
What the fuck is going on???"
"Brian? The fuck, dude? Like seriously...What the FUCK??"
Matts hazel eyes were wide with anger, frustration, fear, and surprise. He stared blankly at the guitarist.
"Please, Matt. I need you to admit it. I need you to tell me EVERYTHING. I need you to tell me yourself. Because I know theres more and I know your suffering because of it. I need to hear you say it. I need you to stop fucking around. Ive had enough. I know its eating at you. And I cant stand to see you hurting, anymore.
I cant stand to see my Matty in pain.
I love you, Matt, and I just want to be there for you.
I just want you to act normal.
I just want you to be Matt again.
Not M. Shadows.
Not the lead singer of Avenged Sevenfold.
Just Matt.
I want you to be Matt Sanders.
I want you to be my friend.
Im just afraid hes not there anymore.
Thats what Im the most terrified of."
Matt stared at the guitarist, speechless, his face hot, his cheeks burning red.
He wasnt really sure if he was angry or if he was embarresed.
Maybe it was both.
He felt sort of sorry for Brian. He knew where he was coming from.
He had felt almost the same feelings about Brian acting different when Michelle was still in his life.
Except Brian never wanted to kill Valerie.
Brian had thought for the longest time that he was in love with Michelle.
They were always with eachother all hours of the day, always kissing, and hugging, and giggling to eachother.
Matt had never quite gotten over the feelings he felt when he saw them together.
It was a mix between nausia, jelousy, hatred, rage, and disgust.
He just always wanted Michelle to die suddenly so Brian would realize he never really needed her. Just the idea of her. The idea of a girlfriend.
Matt knew that was the only reason Brian even cared for Michelle in the first place.
Just the presence of another person.
He only wanted her so he wouldnt feel alone.
Matt knew this because Brian had told him after him and Michelle had broken up.
After he had read the text message the other man had sent her, explaining every detail thourghly, of the events that had taken place the night before.
Brian had no idea why the guy had sent her a written version of their sex tape to her phone, he figured maybe it was an attempt to turn her on, but he had just been glad he had read it before she was able to erase it from her phone completely.
After he had found out, he realized he wasnt really surprised by it.
He knew Michelle was stupid, and he knew Michelle was a whore.
And to be quite honest, he really didnt care.
He was starting to get sick of her anyways.
Everything she did suddenly started to piss him off.
So he was glad he was rid of her.
He was glad he was single again.
And he was glad he could finally bitch her out for being a terrible girlfriend, without feeling guilty.
He had thourghly enjoyed the look on her face when he told her it was over.
How she had studderd and tried to deny it a few times before she got angry and slammed the door behind her, tears burning her eyes as she stormed out.
And Brian remembered how relieved he had felt after she had gone.
He was finally free of her. Free of her constant lies and endless complaints.
And the first thing he did to celebrate was drive over to Matts house with two twelve packs of beer and drink with his friend, laughing about everything until he passed out on the singers couch.
For Matt, he couldnt remember ever feeling quite that happy again.
He couldnt even remember a time before that he had felt so happy.
Except maybe the time he caught Brian coming out of the shower without a towel wrapped around his naked torso.
Other than that, there was really nothing.
Matt had been gald as fuck when Michelle had gone.
Everything just seemed so much...better without her around.
Her constantly trying to get Brians attention.
Always whining, always demanding.
Even when Brian was trying to record or focus on his guitar.
Just such a fucking nightmare.
He had sometimes laid awake at night trying to understand how one twin, Val, was just so cool, so caring, and just so laid back, while the other one, Michelle, could be so selfish, and annoying, and so uptight.
Like she always had a boot up her ass.
He hated thinking about it. He never got any sleep when he did.
He was just so happy now that he didnt HAVE to think about Michelle anymore.
She was out of their lives.
She was out of his life completely.
The day Michelle walked out of Brians life forever, was officially the day Matt really started to take notice of his feelings for the newley single guitarist.
He had tried desperetly to shoo the thoughts away, or at least try to keep them at bay in the back of his mind, but with each beer Brian consumed that day, the cuter he got and the more difficult it was for Matt to try and blame it on the booze.
He didnt even drink that much. He mostly just watched Brian try to do cartwheels in the living room and juggle everything breakable that he could find.
It had been entertaining for Matt, but it had also plauged his thoughts as well.
He couldnt lay the 'What If's', that were running around in his mind, to rest.
What if Brian found out about his feelings?
What if Brian was somehow able to sense it?
What if Brian knew?
Would he not care or would he just act like it didnt bother him?
Matt was terrified it would fuck up their relationship as friends, which he was so not ready to give up.
One of the major things that he had been scared of, was if the other man found out, would he become disgusted by him?
Would he try to push him away? How would he react?
At one point, Matt actually scared himself into thinking maybe Brian was homophobic and never would want anything to do with him again.
But that thought was quickly shot down when Matt found himself sitting on his sofa, watching as Brian ripped off his own shirt, and attempted to give the bewildered singer a drunken lap dance, to their own song 'Scream', as it was blasting through the speakers of his cd player.
That had always been the song Matt had referred to as "the strippers anthem", but never in a million years would he have thought of it as Brians theme.
Now everytime they played it live, Matt would always think of that night with a huge grin plastered on his face.
Right before Brian had passed out that night, he had been whispering sweet nothings into Matts ear, saying things like he loved the way the singer smelled, and that his big strong arms felt like home to the guitarist. Quickly turning Matts simple want for the slightly older man, into a complete, full blown infatuation.
Which then, over time, became his total adoration, obsession, and love.
And thats when it hit him.
Full on.
He was in love with his lead guitarist of a heavy metal band, and of all his many problems, THAT one was the biggest.
-----Okay. Thats it for Chapter 6. I hope you liked it. And your welcome for that little present I found just today. It was too amazing. I couldnt help but post it. Manip or not, its totally fucking hott! Thanks for reading and comment if you feel like it. Chapter 7 coming up soon! I promise!-----
~E~
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
Here is a little somthing that I just found and I HAVE to post it- Just think of it as a little visual aid.......or an early christmas present. (Someone tell me if this is a manip or fake or anything because if noone says anything im just gonna keep thinking and hoping its for real)
Your welcome-Matt Sanders(M. Shadows) Brian Haner Jr.(Synyster Gates) Totally hott Bratt/Handers action!
Chapter 6-
Matts eyes were cloudy with anger and he had to look away from the guitarist before he lost all control and got completely in the other mans face.
Leaning against the small, broken car, the singer, in an attempt to calm his shaking nerves, ran his large hands through the short amount of hair that covered the top of his head.
He breathed in deeply before he looked back at the tall, angry man that stood before him, waiting for an answer.
Chewing on his lip ring, he crossed his thick, muscled arms across his chest before he spoke.
"I Dont know, Haner," he tried to keep his voice calm , and tried to sound as strong as possible,"What the fuck do you want me to say?"
Brians voice cut into him like a sharp knife.
"How about that 'your an asshole' and 'this is all your fucking fault'?!?!?"
Matts eyes glowed bright with reknewed rage and irritation.
He grit his teeth, his fists clenched by his sides.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU SMARMY LITTLE FUCKER?!?! All THIS is hardly MY fucking fault!! Its just as much mine, as it is yours so dont fucking try to pass this shit on me. Got it, Haner? You fuck with me, and I'll fucking break you in half."
Both men were slowly moving closer to eachother, getting all the more dangerously close to flying fists and broken lips.
Brian growled from the back of his throat, pointing a long, slender finger in the direction of the singer, and poking it sharply into the broader mans hard chest.
"You fucking threatening me, asshole?? You think I had a fucking part in this fucked up shit?!?! This was all your doing. This is all your fault. Your careless driving is the reason were fucking in this mess. I had no part in any of this, and you fucking know it. You just dont want to take the fall for your own fucking actions. You should really fucking learn how to take the blame for all the shit you do. Than maybe you wouldnt be so fucking hated all the time." The guitarist mumbled.
"What?!?! Hated??? By who, you fucking sonofabitch?!?! Who am I hated by?? Not many, so go fuck yourself!! You think I care what you fucking think?!?! Do you? Well, think again, douchebag. You honestly dont even know how much I really fucking despise you right now. So get the fuck out of my face before you get hurt, alright?"
Brian moved up to Matts body in one swift motion, completely closing off any space between the two men.
He grabbed Matts shirt collar with one of his hands, and brought the singer close enough to his face that the tips of their noses were touching.
"You fucking asshole," the guitarist hissed, breathing heavily,"You keep fucking with me, fucking with my mind and sending me all these mixed signals, and then treating me like shit, and Im getting really fucking sick of it. Like, I dont even know why I fucking thought you were my friend. Your just a dirty, fucking lying, cheating, meathead tool who never treated anybody with the respect they needed and always took everyone who cared about you, for fucking granted. Including Val."
With the mention of his ex-girlfriend, Matt shoved Brian hard away from himself, using a great amount of force behind both hands, causing the guitarist to stumble back, threatening to fall to the hard paved ground.
Matts eyes fired up, turning into hazel flame, threatening to burn Brian with its heat.
"Dont even fucking think to bring Val into this! Its over between her and I and you know that. Why do you keep fucking bringing it up??? Its over. We've accepted it. She's accepted it, why cant you, Brian? Huh???"
Brians voice came out sounding like gravel as it was forced out of his throat.
"Because I know theres more to it. I know theres somthing your not fucking telling me. Yeah, I knew you two were growing apart, but Im not enough of a fucking idiot to believe that you split because of your many differences. Its bullshit. Its all bullshit, Matt, and I know theres somthing your fucking hiding from me. Us. From the band, and I have a feeling its not a small problem. I can just tell."
"Fuck you, Brian. Theres nothing. Im not hiding anything from anybody. Me and Val broke up because we just dont love eachother anymore. We've both talked about it already. Shes fine with it. Im fine with it. It was going to happen sooner or later. Were both still friends so we have no hard feelings toward eachother. Im over it and shes over it. Now you need to get over it. Im really getting fucking tired of you trying to solve all my problems all the time and fix things that dont need to be fixed. Its over and you really need to let it go. I dont need your fucking help, so stop trying to make me your fucking charity case. If its your mind that needs to eased, than let me assure you, Brian, Im fine and Vals fine. Were both fine, so stay the fuck out of my buisness, okay? Its over and everything is taken care of. Just let it go."
Brian stared deeply into the singers angry eyes.
"Im not entirely fucking sure it is taken care of, Matt. In fact, Im almost positive its not. None of it makes any fucking sense. You were going to propose. You brought me to help you pick out the fucking ring. Do you remember? Or did you completely fucking forget about that?
I was there, dude, and I saw how happy you were. I saw how happy she made you. I gave you my blessing to get fucking married. You told me you fucking loved her. And then you fucking break up two weeks later because of your 'considerable differences'???
What the fuck, dude?
You stand here, in front of me, and you fucking tell me you have nothing to hide???
Well, I say 'Fuck you' and 'Stop lying to me, motherfucker', because I know you, Matt. And I can tell when your lying, and i can tell when your hiding somthing, and I can deffenetly tell when your feeling guilty about it. And right now, its all three. I can read it all over your face.
Theres so much more to this.
Im not just fucking making it up.
I want to know what the fuck happened.
I need to know why your acting so fucking weird.
And I need to know why you feel like you need to fucking lie to me, Matt, when Im only here to fucking help you.
Im your fucking friend and Im worried about you.
Stop pushing me away.
You keep fucking avoiding somthing and Im so determined to find out what it is. I wanna know, man.
And your going to fucking tell me.
What are you hiding from me, huh?
What the fuck are you not telling me, man?
And why do I have this feeling that your scared?
What are you fucking afraid of?
You need to tell somebody.
You need to face it. I'll help you, dude.
Just fucking tell me, okay?
What the fuck is going on???"
"Brian? The fuck, dude? Like seriously...What the FUCK??"
Matts hazel eyes were wide with anger, frustration, fear, and surprise. He stared blankly at the guitarist.
"Please, Matt. I need you to admit it. I need you to tell me EVERYTHING. I need you to tell me yourself. Because I know theres more and I know your suffering because of it. I need to hear you say it. I need you to stop fucking around. Ive had enough. I know its eating at you. And I cant stand to see you hurting, anymore.
I cant stand to see my Matty in pain.
I love you, Matt, and I just want to be there for you.
I just want you to act normal.
I just want you to be Matt again.
Not M. Shadows.
Not the lead singer of Avenged Sevenfold.
Just Matt.
I want you to be Matt Sanders.
I want you to be my friend.
Im just afraid hes not there anymore.
Thats what Im the most terrified of."
Matt stared at the guitarist, speechless, his face hot, his cheeks burning red.
He wasnt really sure if he was angry or if he was embarresed.
Maybe it was both.
He felt sort of sorry for Brian. He knew where he was coming from.
He had felt almost the same feelings about Brian acting different when Michelle was still in his life.
Except Brian never wanted to kill Valerie.
Brian had thought for the longest time that he was in love with Michelle.
They were always with eachother all hours of the day, always kissing, and hugging, and giggling to eachother.
Matt had never quite gotten over the feelings he felt when he saw them together.
It was a mix between nausia, jelousy, hatred, rage, and disgust.
He just always wanted Michelle to die suddenly so Brian would realize he never really needed her. Just the idea of her. The idea of a girlfriend.
Matt knew that was the only reason Brian even cared for Michelle in the first place.
Just the presence of another person.
He only wanted her so he wouldnt feel alone.
Matt knew this because Brian had told him after him and Michelle had broken up.
After he had read the text message the other man had sent her, explaining every detail thourghly, of the events that had taken place the night before.
Brian had no idea why the guy had sent her a written version of their sex tape to her phone, he figured maybe it was an attempt to turn her on, but he had just been glad he had read it before she was able to erase it from her phone completely.
After he had found out, he realized he wasnt really surprised by it.
He knew Michelle was stupid, and he knew Michelle was a whore.
And to be quite honest, he really didnt care.
He was starting to get sick of her anyways.
Everything she did suddenly started to piss him off.
So he was glad he was rid of her.
He was glad he was single again.
And he was glad he could finally bitch her out for being a terrible girlfriend, without feeling guilty.
He had thourghly enjoyed the look on her face when he told her it was over.
How she had studderd and tried to deny it a few times before she got angry and slammed the door behind her, tears burning her eyes as she stormed out.
And Brian remembered how relieved he had felt after she had gone.
He was finally free of her. Free of her constant lies and endless complaints.
And the first thing he did to celebrate was drive over to Matts house with two twelve packs of beer and drink with his friend, laughing about everything until he passed out on the singers couch.
For Matt, he couldnt remember ever feeling quite that happy again.
He couldnt even remember a time before that he had felt so happy.
Except maybe the time he caught Brian coming out of the shower without a towel wrapped around his naked torso.
Other than that, there was really nothing.
Matt had been gald as fuck when Michelle had gone.
Everything just seemed so much...better without her around.
Her constantly trying to get Brians attention.
Always whining, always demanding.
Even when Brian was trying to record or focus on his guitar.
Just such a fucking nightmare.
He had sometimes laid awake at night trying to understand how one twin, Val, was just so cool, so caring, and just so laid back, while the other one, Michelle, could be so selfish, and annoying, and so uptight.
Like she always had a boot up her ass.
He hated thinking about it. He never got any sleep when he did.
He was just so happy now that he didnt HAVE to think about Michelle anymore.
She was out of their lives.
She was out of his life completely.
The day Michelle walked out of Brians life forever, was officially the day Matt really started to take notice of his feelings for the newley single guitarist.
He had tried desperetly to shoo the thoughts away, or at least try to keep them at bay in the back of his mind, but with each beer Brian consumed that day, the cuter he got and the more difficult it was for Matt to try and blame it on the booze.
He didnt even drink that much. He mostly just watched Brian try to do cartwheels in the living room and juggle everything breakable that he could find.
It had been entertaining for Matt, but it had also plauged his thoughts as well.
He couldnt lay the 'What If's', that were running around in his mind, to rest.
What if Brian found out about his feelings?
What if Brian was somehow able to sense it?
What if Brian knew?
Would he not care or would he just act like it didnt bother him?
Matt was terrified it would fuck up their relationship as friends, which he was so not ready to give up.
One of the major things that he had been scared of, was if the other man found out, would he become disgusted by him?
Would he try to push him away? How would he react?
At one point, Matt actually scared himself into thinking maybe Brian was homophobic and never would want anything to do with him again.
But that thought was quickly shot down when Matt found himself sitting on his sofa, watching as Brian ripped off his own shirt, and attempted to give the bewildered singer a drunken lap dance, to their own song 'Scream', as it was blasting through the speakers of his cd player.
That had always been the song Matt had referred to as "the strippers anthem", but never in a million years would he have thought of it as Brians theme.
Now everytime they played it live, Matt would always think of that night with a huge grin plastered on his face.
Right before Brian had passed out that night, he had been whispering sweet nothings into Matts ear, saying things like he loved the way the singer smelled, and that his big strong arms felt like home to the guitarist. Quickly turning Matts simple want for the slightly older man, into a complete, full blown infatuation.
Which then, over time, became his total adoration, obsession, and love.
And thats when it hit him.
Full on.
He was in love with his lead guitarist of a heavy metal band, and of all his many problems, THAT one was the biggest.
-----Okay. Thats it for Chapter 6. I hope you liked it. And your welcome for that little present I found just today. It was too amazing. I couldnt help but post it. Manip or not, its totally fucking hott! Thanks for reading and comment if you feel like it. Chapter 7 coming up soon! I promise!-----
~E~