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: Made it all up. None of its real. Dont Own Anything, Dont Know Any Of The Members Of Avenged Sevenfold, Wish I Did
Warnings: Severe Violence, Severe Language, Mild Sexual Acts With A Minor, Some Talk Of Prostitution, Slash, Graphic Man-on-Man, Major Smut, Drinking, Smoking, Some Drug Use, Forced Sex, Bondage, Blood, Broken Bones, Masturbation, Masochism, Sadisim
Chapter 12-
Brian backed slightly away from the built singer and looked him up and down.
He narrowed his brown eyes and swallowed slowly.
He wanted somthing.
Somthing that Matt couldnt read on the guitarists face.
He was emotionless.
Brian had always been able to hide his emotions really well.
Never even once letting them show.
At all.
It was just another thing he could do amazingly well.
Among a long list of several other things.
As Brian stared penetratingly at the vocalist, Matt gritted his teeth and impaitently waited for the guitarists next ballsy move.
When a couple minutes ticked by and nothing happened except their death glares intensifying to an uncomfortable level, Matt decided it was all up to him to make the first move.
He straightened his broad shoulders amd loudly cleared his tired throat.
This was starting to feel like grade school all over again.
So juvenile.
He ground his teeth in annoyance.
"What the fuck do you want, Haner? Just fucking spit it out already. Your really starting to piss me off."
Brians eyes slitted in anger and his brows furrowed deeply.
His cut features looked even sharper in shadows, and he vaugely reminded Matt of a bad ass comic book character. 'The Synyster Avenger-moving through the Shadows and wreaking Vengeance on his enemies, Sevenfold'.
The darker haired man strode again into the singers personal space, and swiftly grabbed the collar of Matts black sleeve less T, and pulled the larger mans face close up to his own.
His breath was hot and heavy, and his shirtless chest heaved in anger.
This was Brians breaking point.
This was it.
He was done with Matt.
"You wanna know what I want, Fuckhead? You really wanna fucking know? Huh? Do ya? You sure? 'Cause its a fucking lot to swallow...Actually, Im thinking you might already fucking know. Why dont you tell me, asshole! What do I want? Go ahead. Tell me..."
Matt stared at Brian in confusion, his face giving away his emotion, as Brian glared back at the singer with venom in his eyes.
Matts tired mind was trying its best to understand what the guitarist might have been talking about, when out of nowhere, Brians rough, tanned hand shot out, gripping the singers erection firmly, and brought his mouth a hair away from the larger mans periced lips.
Matts mouth dropped open slightly and his bright hazel eyes were shut tight, his face screwed up in agony, as Brian gripped tightly and twisted painfully on his cock.
He couldnt breath, he couldnt think, and he didnt know what to do with his hands.
He rested his forhead against Brians tanned one, as he gasped for air.
Brians thin, soft lips ghosted his own as he spoke.
"You still cant fucking figure it out, can you, asshole? You dont get it, do you? You dont know that all that I want is the fucking truth from you. For you to stop fucking lying to me and just tell me what your running from. You have no idea how fucking stupid you are. Everything you thought about me is wrong, you cock! Why do you have to make everything so fucking difficult? Why do you always have to use your mouth instead of your brain? Why dont you just express your feelings by talking them out like normal people do? Why are you always such a prick?
Seriously, Matt, I know more than you realize.I just wanted to give you the chance to act like a fucking man. Jesus, what is wrong with you? I try so hard all the time, and you just fuck everthing up. I mean, why didnt you just tell me? The dream, the break up, the fucking feelings?!?! Why cant you just say it? Why do you always have to be such an asshole?!?! I know, okay! I fucking know. I know everything. This..." Brian released his hands deathgrip on the singers crotch amd he brought both hands up to stroke either side of Matts pale face, "This. This is what you want. Is it? Is this what you want Matt? Is this what you fucking want? Matt? Tell me. Just fucking say it. Your a fucking man. What do you want? I just want you to say it. I need to hear you say it. Please, just fucking tell me."
Matts lungs were slowly expanding back to their normal, uncompressed size, as the singer gulped for air like he had been held underwater for a long time.
His chest had felt as if it was caving in from lack of oxygen, and it heaved with reknewed breath.
His gray eyes were still closed, but more from exhaustion than from pain.
The forheads of the two men still rested against one another, and Brian softly carressed Matts smooth face with his long, slender fingers.
Brians voice was gentle, but his words were still somewhat harsh. He wasnt bullshitting.
He only wanted the truth.
"What is it exactly that you want, Matt? Im not entirely sure what it is. What do you want? Do you want me to do somthing for you? What do you want me to do? What do you want from me?"
Brian waited for a response, but Matt stayed silent, praying to whoever the fuck would listen, to drop a small nuclear bomb right on them to kill anything within the range of fifteen feet.
Including the three helpless men sitting in the car, watching with wide eyes through the windows, faces pressed up against the glass.
Matt just wanted to dissapear.
This wasnt happening.
What the fuck was going on?
What was Brians whole plan?
And what the fuck was he doing?
What the fuck was Brian even talking about?
Matts head was spinning and his throat was dry.
And it didnt help that his erection hadnt gone down since.
His dick had actually gotten harder, even after he had silently begged for it to go down several times.
Brian pulled his head back slightly to look Matt in the eyes, while further questioning the bigger man.
He wanted an answer, and Matt didnt want to give him one.
The singer glared while Brian sucked on his bottom lip, almost glaring back, but more staring at him intensly.
One of the guitarists hands rubbed the back of Matts strong neck, trying to comfort the singer, but only making him more tense.
He talked softly.
"What is it? Whats the matter, huh? What the fuck do you want? Baby, you need to tell me before I go fucking crazy. You make me so frustrated, do you know that? I mean, if you fucking want somthing, what the fuck is stopping you? What are you afraid of? Just say it. Jesus Christ. Get over yourself, and just motherfucking say it...What do you want?"
Matt barked back, his face hot with frustration and aggrivation.
"I dont fucking want ANYTHING, Brian. Nothing. Stop saying that. Leave me the fuck alone, and dont touch me. Just get the fuck off of me."
He shoved the guitarist away from himself, and watched as Brians face darkened and turned cold, his eyebrows knitting together in anger.
Brian grit his white teeth as he spoke, and pulled the singers face towards his own by the collar of his black shirt.
"Oh, yeah, asshole? You dont want anything? You sure about that? Because Im pretty fucking sure your fucking cock is feeling otherwise. Well, if your telling me the truth and your all fucking set, then I know this wont affect you..." Before Matt could respond or even blink, Brian was on him again, shoving his toned body hard against the singers built frame as far as the car barrier would let them go.
A hollow grunting sound escaped Matts lips, as the guitarists weight crashed into him, and pinned him against the side of the broken down vehicle.
He was helpless.
He couldnt move.
He couldnt even think.
Brian had him exactly where he wanted him to be, confused, angry, surprised, shocked, and feeling not even in control of his own life.
Matts mind was like static on a television set.
His thoughts were sparratic, and loud, and completely out of focus.
And he felt like he was in a dream. Like none of it was real.
Until Brians small, pink tounge slid over Matts pouty, bottom lip, and ran over the silver lip ring several times, repeating the motion.
He playfully tugged at it with his white teeth, snapping the larger man back to reality by the sudden, small pain.
Matts tangled thoughts began slowly unwinding themselves, as everything began to make sense to him again.
He was finally thinking clearly again, but Brian had to fuck it all up for him.
The sharp featured man brushed his soft lips ever so lightly across the singers closed mouth, and sent several small shivers up and down Matts spine.
Matt couldnt believe what was happening.
Was it really happening?
Was this all in his overactive imagination?
Was it all in his head?
He thought about how it felt.
Chaste. Sweet. Loving. And...so...fake.
Brian was still fucking with him.
Matt was so fucking damn sure he was right, he could barely keep himself from shaking in anger.
The kiss had been so unexpected, so uncalled for, Matt couldnt come up with any explanation for why it even happened.
Except for one.
And it made the singers blood boil in his veins.
He knew exactly what was going on.
Brian Haner was making fun of Matt Sanders.
Just in one small kiss, he was able to make all Matts problems and feelings and issues seem like a fucking joke.
Like it was all just the stupidest fucking thing in the entire world.
Like Matt was pathetic.
And Matt realized Brian wasnt going to stop.
He was just going to keep on secretly laughing at the singer.
Keep constantly fucking with his mind.
Keep playing with his heart.
Unless Matt did somthing about it.
Did somthing to stop it before it could get out of hand.
Did somthing to prove to Brian that he wasnt one to be fucked with.
That he wasnt going to be laughed at.
He needed to regain his pride, his image, and his respect.
And he knew only one way to acchieve it all.
With violence.
With fists, blood, and pain.
And Brian Elwin Haner Jrs mangled and broken body on a fucking stretcher.
----Chapter 12! Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading! Chapter 13 up real soon!----
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