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 7-
The thought of Brian totally having the singers heart, scared the fuck out of Matt, and he still tried desperetly to tell himself that he was wrong.
As much as the gorilla armed man hated to admit he was weak, he still couldnt deny it.
It was the truth.
He was weak.
He was too scared to let the object of his affection know his true feelings because he was terrified of being rejected.
To Matt, the thought of rejection was the scariest fucking thing he had ever heard of.
Especially when Brian was the one doing the rejecting.
He knew if there was any chance of keeping his friendship with the rest of the guys in the band, he was going to have to keep Brian away.
Keep him from getting too close.
Keep him from knowing too much.
He was going to have to push Brian away, even if it meant them not talking to eachother for a while.
Or never at all.
Even if it meant Brian hating him.
At least he wouldnt think of Matt as a weak, repulsive motherfucker, and laugh at him behind his back.
No. He HAD to do this.
It was the best thing for the whole band.
He just hated knowing the fact that he was going to have to hurt Brian.
Badly.
Cut him real deep.
He wasnt just doing it for himself. He was doing it for the rest of his bandmates too. He was doing it for Brian.
He was doing the right thing...
Wasnt he?
Matts thoughts cleared.
He shut his eyes, taking several deep breaths, his hard chest rising and falling, before he opened them again.
Brians dark eyes were looking straight into the singers hazel ones, studying and making mental notes on the way they brightened and dulled with the troubling thoughts that were running around Matts mind.
Brians face seemed to almost light up when the singer looked back at him.
He had been waiting for a response or any kind of reaction from his friend, for several long minutes, paitiently letting Matt take his time.
He noticed Matts brows furrowing, giving him a look of malice on his face, and his breathing quicken.
Brian could tell Matt was upset about somthing. But of what, he had no idea.
He moved closer to the vocalist and lightly patted the mans tattooed arms that were folded across his chest.
"Matt, whats wrong? Are you gonna say anything to me? You look upset, hun. You know you can tell me, bro. So, whats up? Whats the matter?"
Matts teeth tightened, clenching his jaw and straining his muscles.
He hated himself for what he was about to do.
"You wanna know what my problem is? You wanna know why Im so fucked up? Huh, Haner? Do ya? Well, guess what? Its you, Brian. Its everything you fucking do. Its your pressence and your fucking personality. Its all of you. Your whole fucking being. I cant fucking stand it. Ive put up with it for so long. Too long. But not anymore. Im fucking done. The way you try to control everything like its your fucking problem is the most irritating thing Ive ever had to experience. And Im sick of how you always act all concerned and shit about me and the guys just so you can be involved with everything we do, even when its none of your buisness.
Like just now with me and Val.
Its none of your fucking buisness, so stay out of it.
Even the first day you fucking joined Avenged youve been trying to control everything.
Trying to act like the fucking leader. Trying to act like you fucking matter.
Its pathetic that you actually believe you are.
But honestly, in all truth, you dont matter, Brian.
All of the guys agree, you dont really need to be in the band.
Your not important.
I mean, I know Ive never really thought of you as an official member, mostly because what you do isnt completely necessary.
We dont need you, Brian.
We never did.
I mean, we only really let you into the fucking band because you were Jimmys best friend, and he wouldnt do it without you.
We needed Jimmy, so we made a deal with him.
You get to be in the band, as long as Jimmy agrees to join as well.
Thats why your here.
We never told you because Jimmy didnt want to hurt your feelings.
But its true.
We dont really need you.
Your just the other guitarist.
An extra.
Weve got Zacky, and thats all we really need.
Hes the one that does the important shit.
Hes the one that holds the songs together.
Hes the one that does everything.
Hes the one we need.
We need Zacky. We dont need you.
I mean, dont get me wrong, Bri, your not a terrible guitarist.
But your not that great either.
Yeah, you do all the flashy shit, but thats just to spice up a couple of our songs once in a while.
You just add to our music because we dont know what else to do with you.
We can do without you.
We all know it. We all get it.
I just dont understand why you dont.
Zacky does the basics.
He does what we need in songs.
Hes fine.
We need him.
You, your just in the fucking way all the time.
Your just there.
I think your easily replaceable.
About as much as Johnny.
And thats fucking disrespectful to Johnny.
If you left the band, I garentee it that you really wont be missed much.
Yeah, maybe by a couple fans and maybe The Rev, but thats about it.
And they'll get over it once they realize the music wont really change.
We'll just have one less member. One less mouth to feed. One less pain in the ass.
And it will be easier.
Easier without you, Brian.
We wont have to hear about the latest shit you decide to tell us that you think is hilareous, or your constant complaining anymore.
And most of all, we wont have to deal with all the stupid shit you do on a daily basis.
Always expecting us to bail you out whenever you get in fucking trouble.
Well, not anymore.
That will be a fucking relief.
No more of your bullshit.
I cant wait."
Matt was shocked by the hurtful things that were coming out of his own mouth.
He couldnt believe what he was saying to poor Brian.
He couldnt believe how angry he was.
How cold and heartless he seemed.
What was he doing?
Why was he saying all this shit?
Why was he telling Brian all these lies?
He looked at Brians face and his heart broke.
He was never going to forgive himself for what he was doing to the man he had so many deep feelings for. He knew this decision was going to haunt him for a long time.
It wasnt Brians fault Matt was so weak.
It never was.
The guitarist stood, staring at the singer, mouth gaping, brown eyes wide in complete shock.
What the fuck???
He looked almost as if he wanted desperetly to say somthing back, to defend himself, but couldnt find the right words.
He blinked twice, then closed his open mouth.
His face was starting to turn red, and his brows were furrowing deeply.
Everything Matt had said was slowly sinking in.
His naked, tanned chest was rising and falling in a considerably fast pace, and his large fists were clenched together, down by his sides.
This was the second time this night he had wanted to punch the singer in the face.
And if Matt didnt keep his big fucking mouth shut, he was pretty damn sure it wouldnt be the last.
----Thats it for Chapter 7. Yep, its short. But dont worry, theres more. Just be paitent. Chapter 8 up soon. I promise. Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it!----
~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
Chapter 7-
The thought of Brian totally having the singers heart, scared the fuck out of Matt, and he still tried desperetly to tell himself that he was wrong.
As much as the gorilla armed man hated to admit he was weak, he still couldnt deny it.
It was the truth.
He was weak.
He was too scared to let the object of his affection know his true feelings because he was terrified of being rejected.
To Matt, the thought of rejection was the scariest fucking thing he had ever heard of.
Especially when Brian was the one doing the rejecting.
He knew if there was any chance of keeping his friendship with the rest of the guys in the band, he was going to have to keep Brian away.
Keep him from getting too close.
Keep him from knowing too much.
He was going to have to push Brian away, even if it meant them not talking to eachother for a while.
Or never at all.
Even if it meant Brian hating him.
At least he wouldnt think of Matt as a weak, repulsive motherfucker, and laugh at him behind his back.
No. He HAD to do this.
It was the best thing for the whole band.
He just hated knowing the fact that he was going to have to hurt Brian.
Badly.
Cut him real deep.
He wasnt just doing it for himself. He was doing it for the rest of his bandmates too. He was doing it for Brian.
He was doing the right thing...
Wasnt he?
Matts thoughts cleared.
He shut his eyes, taking several deep breaths, his hard chest rising and falling, before he opened them again.
Brians dark eyes were looking straight into the singers hazel ones, studying and making mental notes on the way they brightened and dulled with the troubling thoughts that were running around Matts mind.
Brians face seemed to almost light up when the singer looked back at him.
He had been waiting for a response or any kind of reaction from his friend, for several long minutes, paitiently letting Matt take his time.
He noticed Matts brows furrowing, giving him a look of malice on his face, and his breathing quicken.
Brian could tell Matt was upset about somthing. But of what, he had no idea.
He moved closer to the vocalist and lightly patted the mans tattooed arms that were folded across his chest.
"Matt, whats wrong? Are you gonna say anything to me? You look upset, hun. You know you can tell me, bro. So, whats up? Whats the matter?"
Matts teeth tightened, clenching his jaw and straining his muscles.
He hated himself for what he was about to do.
"You wanna know what my problem is? You wanna know why Im so fucked up? Huh, Haner? Do ya? Well, guess what? Its you, Brian. Its everything you fucking do. Its your pressence and your fucking personality. Its all of you. Your whole fucking being. I cant fucking stand it. Ive put up with it for so long. Too long. But not anymore. Im fucking done. The way you try to control everything like its your fucking problem is the most irritating thing Ive ever had to experience. And Im sick of how you always act all concerned and shit about me and the guys just so you can be involved with everything we do, even when its none of your buisness.
Like just now with me and Val.
Its none of your fucking buisness, so stay out of it.
Even the first day you fucking joined Avenged youve been trying to control everything.
Trying to act like the fucking leader. Trying to act like you fucking matter.
Its pathetic that you actually believe you are.
But honestly, in all truth, you dont matter, Brian.
All of the guys agree, you dont really need to be in the band.
Your not important.
I mean, I know Ive never really thought of you as an official member, mostly because what you do isnt completely necessary.
We dont need you, Brian.
We never did.
I mean, we only really let you into the fucking band because you were Jimmys best friend, and he wouldnt do it without you.
We needed Jimmy, so we made a deal with him.
You get to be in the band, as long as Jimmy agrees to join as well.
Thats why your here.
We never told you because Jimmy didnt want to hurt your feelings.
But its true.
We dont really need you.
Your just the other guitarist.
An extra.
Weve got Zacky, and thats all we really need.
Hes the one that does the important shit.
Hes the one that holds the songs together.
Hes the one that does everything.
Hes the one we need.
We need Zacky. We dont need you.
I mean, dont get me wrong, Bri, your not a terrible guitarist.
But your not that great either.
Yeah, you do all the flashy shit, but thats just to spice up a couple of our songs once in a while.
You just add to our music because we dont know what else to do with you.
We can do without you.
We all know it. We all get it.
I just dont understand why you dont.
Zacky does the basics.
He does what we need in songs.
Hes fine.
We need him.
You, your just in the fucking way all the time.
Your just there.
I think your easily replaceable.
About as much as Johnny.
And thats fucking disrespectful to Johnny.
If you left the band, I garentee it that you really wont be missed much.
Yeah, maybe by a couple fans and maybe The Rev, but thats about it.
And they'll get over it once they realize the music wont really change.
We'll just have one less member. One less mouth to feed. One less pain in the ass.
And it will be easier.
Easier without you, Brian.
We wont have to hear about the latest shit you decide to tell us that you think is hilareous, or your constant complaining anymore.
And most of all, we wont have to deal with all the stupid shit you do on a daily basis.
Always expecting us to bail you out whenever you get in fucking trouble.
Well, not anymore.
That will be a fucking relief.
No more of your bullshit.
I cant wait."
Matt was shocked by the hurtful things that were coming out of his own mouth.
He couldnt believe what he was saying to poor Brian.
He couldnt believe how angry he was.
How cold and heartless he seemed.
What was he doing?
Why was he saying all this shit?
Why was he telling Brian all these lies?
He looked at Brians face and his heart broke.
He was never going to forgive himself for what he was doing to the man he had so many deep feelings for. He knew this decision was going to haunt him for a long time.
It wasnt Brians fault Matt was so weak.
It never was.
The guitarist stood, staring at the singer, mouth gaping, brown eyes wide in complete shock.
What the fuck???
He looked almost as if he wanted desperetly to say somthing back, to defend himself, but couldnt find the right words.
He blinked twice, then closed his open mouth.
His face was starting to turn red, and his brows were furrowing deeply.
Everything Matt had said was slowly sinking in.
His naked, tanned chest was rising and falling in a considerably fast pace, and his large fists were clenched together, down by his sides.
This was the second time this night he had wanted to punch the singer in the face.
And if Matt didnt keep his big fucking mouth shut, he was pretty damn sure it wouldnt be the last.
----Thats it for Chapter 7. Yep, its short. But dont worry, theres more. Just be paitent. Chapter 8 up soon. I promise. Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it!----
~E~