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 13-
Matts body was rigid and wound tight like a spring, his stretched muscles twitching, as he readied himself to pounce at the right moment.
And as soon as Brians soft, warm lips left his own, Matt attacked.
He grabbed the guitarists dark shoulders, gripping them tightly to the point of bruising, and spun the shorter man around, flipping their positions, and slamming his body full force against the car.
A small gasp escaped Brians lips, but he mad no effort to stop Matts actions.
He just stood there, arms down at his sides, his brown eyes glinting in the moonlight, his jaw tightly clenched, as he stared back into the vocalists reddening face.
Matt grit his teeth, baring them in a way similar to how a dog would, his large, muscular, tattooed arms firmly planted on the car, both on either side of Brians dark head.
His face was just close enough to the guitarists to breath in his entoxicating scent.
He growled as he spoke.
"I told you to get the fuck off me and leave me the fuck alone, didnt I, Haner? Huh? Didnt I asshole? I fucking told you NOT to piss me off! Brian, goddamn it! You stubborn mother-fucking cock! Im so sick of your shit! I fucking hate you, okay?!? I hate everything about you! So fuck off!!!" As soon as the final words fell from the singers lips, Matt pulled his head back, to then immedietly slam it into Brians face, catching the confused guitarist completely off guard.
The back of Brians head smacked into the window behind him, for sure leaving a nice big bruise for him to find later.
Brian yelped in pain, clutching his eye and cursing loudly.
He grit his teeth as he yelled out angerly.
"FUCK!FUCK!FUCK! FUCK YOU, SANDERS!!! YOU DUMB FUCK!!!! YOUR GONNA MAKE ME GO FUCKING BLIND NOW!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!? YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!! OW!! FUCK YOU! I CANT FUCKING SEE OUT OF THIS EYE NOW, YOU FUCKING DICK!!! God, I fucking hate you. I hope I break your fucking face when I smash it into the pavement!"
Brian removed his hands from his face and pushed them roughly into the frontmans strong chest, shoving him backwards, and causing him to stumble slightly.
Matt took a quick look at the spot where he nailed the guitarist squarely in the face, noticing the shorter mans left eye already turning a dark shade of purple, before Brian swung his fist and connected with Matts open mouth.
The singers lip immedietly started to bleed, and he turned his head to the side to spit several mouthfuls of blood, before turning back to the angry guitarist again.
Both men were focused, and seeing red, and both had their prides at stake, so the thought of just walking away never even once crossed their minds.
All Matt could see at the moment when he looked at Brian, was a possible threat to his macho image, and he was in no position where he could afford to lose it.
All Brian could see when he looked at Matt, was a smug, lying asshole piece of shit, that needed to be destroyed immedietly.
The guitarist didnt wait for Matt to make his next move.
Instead he lunged forward at the tense singer, and crashed his large fist into Matts vulnerable nose, in the same spot he had struck him earlier.
Matt grunted loudly in pain, his face giving away his emotions as he wiped his bloody nose before grabbing Brian by the arm and roughly pulling the guitarist toward himself.
Brian came crashing into Matts body with a thud, feeling strong tattooed arms wrap around his thinner frame, he scrambled violently to get away, but Matt wouldnt let him go, holding the older man in a death grip around his slender waist.
Their faces were inches away from eachother, the hatred strongly visible in Brians eyes, his breathing loud and heavy.
He glared menacingly into Matts eyes, the irises burnt flames, pure malice pouring from his body, causing poor Matt to feel uncomfortable and look away.
Brian saw his chance to get away and eagerly took it.
Matts neck was exposed and Brian was rushed. He did the first thing that came to him and bit into the singers flesh.
The feeling of his teeth breaking through the tough skin and the bitter taste of Matts blood hit Brian like a blow to the stomach, and he immedietly felt sick.
Matt screamed louder than he ever had before onstage, shoving Brian hard away from himself, and using his open hand to apply pressure on the wound.
Brian was thrown against the side of the car with a loud bang, and his body fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
Matt could feel his fingers slick and wet with his blood and the smell of copper invaded his nose.
The pain seemed to course through his entire body, making the singer tremble slightly before the shock finally took over.
He stood up straight, ignoring the pulses of pain shooting every where, and walked over in one swift motion, to Brian who was having trouble standing up on his own, after being tossed to the side rather roughly, and slamming his head against the metal door of the small car.
He sat with his back to Matt, holding the swelling area on his skull lazily with his right hand, attempting to push himself off the hard ground with his other hand.
He was lifting himself slowly by bending his knees up to his chest, and adding pressure mostly to his feet, which were firmly planted on the ground. He had managed to lift his ass a foot off the pavement, an achievement he didnt think he could make, when Matt angerly charged him.
The singers hand immedietly reached out and wrenched a fistful of Brians dark locks, tugging roughly with a great amount of force, pulling the involuntary guitarist with him to the middle of the tarred road.
Brian bit back a sob, and blinked away any unshed tears, threatening to leave light track marks down his chissled face.
He was a man, not a small child.
He refused himself the privlege of crying over a small amount of pain.
Even if his scalp was bleeding slightly from Matts rough handeling.
The singers fingers were still entagled in Brians spiked, black hair, as the guitarist struggled and squirmed, trying to break away from the larger mans grip.
He raked his short nails down Matts arms, hoping to get the frontman to losen his hold, but it only had the opposite affect, and the grip on his hair tightened even more painfully.
Matt grinned rather cruelly at the pathetic, writhing, screaming, and cussing guitarist at his feet, finding full amusement at the realization that he was the cause of the poor mans discomfort.
Everytime he tugged at a dark lock on the shorter mans sensitive head, Brian would yelp, causing Matts smile to grow wider.
He liked hurting Brian.
At least at the moment, when he was in attack mode.
Matt liked Brian squirming and angry. He liked when Brian was submissive, regardless of his dominate personality.
It made Matt wonder what Brian was like during sex.
As soon as the thought of Brian slicked up and sweating as he rode the singers massive cock to total euphoria, made its way into Matts already exhausted brain, he felt the dreaded twitch in his crotch, and immedietly tensed up, his face paling.
The control he had over Brian was gone in an instant, and the guitarist knew it, wrenching himself free from the singers clutches, and jumping up to his feet, growling with pent up anger.
Everything had vanished in the moment.
Everything had dissapeared.
He couldnt see anything, or feel anything.
Matt was the only object in his path.
Matt was the only real thing that mattered to Brian at the moment.
Matt, for once, had the guitarists complete and full attention.
And it was the only time in his life that he didnt want any of it.
----Chapter 13 all done! Did you like it? Tell me, please!! Thanks for reading! Chapter 14 up real soon! I promise!----
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