Lover's Quarrel ((1/1))
Title: Lover's Quarrel
Author: xxinfinitenoise (Me! ;D )
Pairing: Ronnie/Craig with hints of Max/Craig
Summary: Hatred fueled the passion. Rough, harsh bites left love marks filled with memories. What they were doing was an oxymoron in itself. And it wasn't the first time.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Do not own, of course. If I did, I would be on tour with them right now...
A/N: Um, hello all! This story is first ETF slash I've ever written, so please, don't be so brutal when you yell at me about how horrible this is. Hopefully they don't seem TOO out of character. But, if you actually like it, enjoy. <3
"I hate you."
"I--fuck--hate you, too."
Hatred fueled the passion. Rough, harsh bites left love marks filled with memories. What they were doing was an oxymoron in itself. And it wasn't the first time.
Ronnie let out a deep growl as he sank his teeth into Craig's neck, making the younger man cry out. In response to this, the current singer lashed out a kick to former's side, making Ronnie wince. Craig took this chance to flip them over, pinning Ronnie's hands over his head. Fuck yeah! Craig thought with a grin. He felt Ronnie's glare bore into him. The hatred in that stare gave him the chills.
Suddenly, Ronnie bucked his hips up against Craig's. He smirked when he Craig moaned. "Submissive, much?"
"Shut the fuck up."
Ronnie laughed and tugged his hands free. This surprised Craig, "Hey--!" Ronnie cut him off with a kiss, flipping them over again. Next thing Craig knew, Ronnie slammed himself inside.
Craig screamed.
Every show, a different hotel room, bruises filled with memories of loathe; it's never ending. Of course, the rest of the band didn't know. They always figured the bruises and welts left on Craig's skin when he returned were from a fight on the streets, not in bed. The only thing they correctly suspected were that those bruises were called by their former singer, Ronnie Radke. Craig never gave them any answers. He kept them wondering while he held his sexual relationship with Ronnie a secret.
He refused to let that secret go, nor let it disappear.
"Yo, Craig!"
Craig glanced over his shoulder, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a towel. Their set really made him break a sweat. Annoyed, he sighed, "What do you want, Max?"
"You seem upset, and as a friend I was wondering what's up," Max raised a brow.
Craig scoffed at this, flicking his hair out of his eyes. "Nothing... Well..."
"Well, what?"
"I think I saw Ronnie out there."
"Again?" Craig glanced over at Max only to see that he had rolled his eyes, "You got to be kiddin' me! That douche has nothing better to do or something?"
"I'll show him something better to do," Craig scowled and grabbed his coat. Max stepped over and grabbed Craig's arm.
"Whoa, what are you thinking?"
"I'm going to punch that guy into next year, that's what I'm thinking!"
Max shifted from one foot to another, suddenly weary, "Don't you think we should just leave him alone?" Craig gave him a confused, "what the fuck do you mean?" look, and Max continued, "You've been getting into a lot of fights, and I'm worried, Bryan's worried, Rob's worried. And we've been suspecting it's been Ronnie for a while. Just tell me; is it?"
Silence filled the room for a moment--the awkward kind, of course, not the comfortable kind. Why would it be comfortable in such a situation? Craig narrowed his eyes at Max and tugged out of the bassist's grip. "Look, Max, I'm fine. Just leave my business be and we'll be good, alright? Alright." And he left.
Max bit his lip.
The hotel was all the way down town, this time, and the two were yelling the whole trip there. By foot, too. By the time they got to the hotel room, Ronnie's lip was bleeding and there was a bruise forming on Craig's jawline.
Shirts, shoes, jackets and pants were discarded by the time they got to the bed, and it was Craig who pushed Ronnie onto it first. Ronnie reacted with a growl and grab; Craig joined him roughly on the bed.
"Why is that you insist on stalking me wherever the fuck I go?!" Craig spat, pushing Ronnie down onto the bed. He moved to straddle the other's hips, glaring down at him, "Following us show..." he grabbed the hem of Ronnie's boxers,"...by show!" And off went the boxers. "You're such a fucking bastard, ya' know that?"
"Yeah," Ronnie deeply chuckled, tugging Craig closer by the hair, "I know." He ended his response with a cocky lick (if licks can be cocky) to Craig's cheek.
Craig scowled.
Bryan leaned back on the couch, watching Max pace back and forth. He sighed as Robert entered the tour bus.
Robert arched a brow, sitting down next to Bryan, "What's up with him?"
Bryan frowned, "Craig's not back yet."
"Oh," Robert sighed, bored, "This again."
"Yes, this again!" Max snapped, throwing his hands in the air in frustration, "And it's going to happen again, and again, and a-fucking-gain!"
"Max, chill out, really!" Bryan sighed, "Maybe we got this wrong."
"He could be out getting laid for all we know," Robert shrugged, smirking, "And we all know never to mind the business of a man and the person-of-choice-to-fuck."
"But I know that isn't the case! I know he went out to yell at Ronnie! I was there when he said so!" Max raked his fingers through his hair, "What if it's something else? Fuck, what if they're hiding something? What if--"
Bryan grabbed Max by the shoulders and commenced shaking him, "You're being paranoid! You're as paranoid as--"
"--as that gay Jonas Brother's song!" Robert piped in. Bryan rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever, but still! You need to chill out!"
Max's jaw tensed.
"I--hn--hate--ah--you...!"
Ronnie laughed, his thrusts into Craig rough at a slamming pace. He had Craig on his knees, head pressed against the pillow, and hands pinned behind his back. "You can barely speak!" Ronnie grinned, "Pathetic, Craig, fuckin' pathetic!"
"F-Fuck you! I-I hate you!" Craig screamed. He squirmed under Ronnie, "I-I hope you die and--shit-- burn in hell!"
"Only if you join me, Craig-y boy!" Ronnie spat on Craig's back, working his hips faster and harder. Panting filled the air for a moment before Craig, filled with annoyance, found the strength to turn things around. Ronnie was then on the bottom and Craig was, once again, straddling him. With a glare, he started moving his hips. Up and down, up and down...
"I hate you," Down. Up. "I-I hate you s-so," Down. "Damn," Up. "Much!" Down.
Ronnie growled, bucking his hips up mercilessly, "I hate you too, fuckin' bitch!"
Craig bit his lip and suddenly started to speed up, his muscles tightening around Ronnie. "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I-I hate you..." he started to whimper, out-of-character tears pooling up in his eyes. This threw Ronnie off. "I hate you! I fuckin' hate your guts, Radke! I-I hate you.. I-I love yo--" he gasped before he could continued and cried out.
A mess was made on Ronnie's chest.
"Goddamnit, Mabbitt," Ronnie grinded his teeth together and grunted, bucking his hips up. He as well made a mess, but inside Craig.
They shared a moment of silence, yet it wasn't so silent with their loud panting filling the air. Craig slumped onto Ronnie's chest, and Ronnie took notice of something: Craig's body was trembling.
"Uh... Craig?" Ronnie had no clue what to do in this situation. The urge to fight stopped, replaced with awkward feelings and the need to get the fuck out. He took a pause, "...What did you say before?"
Craig was silent.
"...Craig? What did you say...? What the fuck did you say?!" Once Ronnie's voice turned into a growl, Craig reacted; he forced Ronnie out of him and stumbled off the bed, rushing to put his clothes back on.
Ronnie was never answered that night.
Max stared at the clock near his bunk. 4:12 AM. It wasn't until his eyes were shut did he hear rustling. Then a few steps, a soft groan, another rustle, and silence.
Craig was finally home.
Max bit his lip, fighting the urge to climb into Craig's bunk and just talk to him. Tell him how worried he's been and ask him where he's been, all the while hoping he wouldn't find more bruises and marks on Craig's body.
Max never did. Instead, he curled up in his own bunk, burying his face into the pillow.
Max didn't sleep that night.
Author: xxinfinitenoise (Me! ;D )
Pairing: Ronnie/Craig with hints of Max/Craig
Summary: Hatred fueled the passion. Rough, harsh bites left love marks filled with memories. What they were doing was an oxymoron in itself. And it wasn't the first time.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Do not own, of course. If I did, I would be on tour with them right now...
A/N: Um, hello all! This story is first ETF slash I've ever written, so please, don't be so brutal when you yell at me about how horrible this is. Hopefully they don't seem TOO out of character. But, if you actually like it, enjoy. <3
"I hate you."
"I--fuck--hate you, too."
Hatred fueled the passion. Rough, harsh bites left love marks filled with memories. What they were doing was an oxymoron in itself. And it wasn't the first time.
Ronnie let out a deep growl as he sank his teeth into Craig's neck, making the younger man cry out. In response to this, the current singer lashed out a kick to former's side, making Ronnie wince. Craig took this chance to flip them over, pinning Ronnie's hands over his head. Fuck yeah! Craig thought with a grin. He felt Ronnie's glare bore into him. The hatred in that stare gave him the chills.
Suddenly, Ronnie bucked his hips up against Craig's. He smirked when he Craig moaned. "Submissive, much?"
"Shut the fuck up."
Ronnie laughed and tugged his hands free. This surprised Craig, "Hey--!" Ronnie cut him off with a kiss, flipping them over again. Next thing Craig knew, Ronnie slammed himself inside.
Craig screamed.
Every show, a different hotel room, bruises filled with memories of loathe; it's never ending. Of course, the rest of the band didn't know. They always figured the bruises and welts left on Craig's skin when he returned were from a fight on the streets, not in bed. The only thing they correctly suspected were that those bruises were called by their former singer, Ronnie Radke. Craig never gave them any answers. He kept them wondering while he held his sexual relationship with Ronnie a secret.
He refused to let that secret go, nor let it disappear.
"Yo, Craig!"
Craig glanced over his shoulder, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a towel. Their set really made him break a sweat. Annoyed, he sighed, "What do you want, Max?"
"You seem upset, and as a friend I was wondering what's up," Max raised a brow.
Craig scoffed at this, flicking his hair out of his eyes. "Nothing... Well..."
"Well, what?"
"I think I saw Ronnie out there."
"Again?" Craig glanced over at Max only to see that he had rolled his eyes, "You got to be kiddin' me! That douche has nothing better to do or something?"
"I'll show him something better to do," Craig scowled and grabbed his coat. Max stepped over and grabbed Craig's arm.
"Whoa, what are you thinking?"
"I'm going to punch that guy into next year, that's what I'm thinking!"
Max shifted from one foot to another, suddenly weary, "Don't you think we should just leave him alone?" Craig gave him a confused, "what the fuck do you mean?" look, and Max continued, "You've been getting into a lot of fights, and I'm worried, Bryan's worried, Rob's worried. And we've been suspecting it's been Ronnie for a while. Just tell me; is it?"
Silence filled the room for a moment--the awkward kind, of course, not the comfortable kind. Why would it be comfortable in such a situation? Craig narrowed his eyes at Max and tugged out of the bassist's grip. "Look, Max, I'm fine. Just leave my business be and we'll be good, alright? Alright." And he left.
Max bit his lip.
The hotel was all the way down town, this time, and the two were yelling the whole trip there. By foot, too. By the time they got to the hotel room, Ronnie's lip was bleeding and there was a bruise forming on Craig's jawline.
Shirts, shoes, jackets and pants were discarded by the time they got to the bed, and it was Craig who pushed Ronnie onto it first. Ronnie reacted with a growl and grab; Craig joined him roughly on the bed.
"Why is that you insist on stalking me wherever the fuck I go?!" Craig spat, pushing Ronnie down onto the bed. He moved to straddle the other's hips, glaring down at him, "Following us show..." he grabbed the hem of Ronnie's boxers,"...by show!" And off went the boxers. "You're such a fucking bastard, ya' know that?"
"Yeah," Ronnie deeply chuckled, tugging Craig closer by the hair, "I know." He ended his response with a cocky lick (if licks can be cocky) to Craig's cheek.
Craig scowled.
Bryan leaned back on the couch, watching Max pace back and forth. He sighed as Robert entered the tour bus.
Robert arched a brow, sitting down next to Bryan, "What's up with him?"
Bryan frowned, "Craig's not back yet."
"Oh," Robert sighed, bored, "This again."
"Yes, this again!" Max snapped, throwing his hands in the air in frustration, "And it's going to happen again, and again, and a-fucking-gain!"
"Max, chill out, really!" Bryan sighed, "Maybe we got this wrong."
"He could be out getting laid for all we know," Robert shrugged, smirking, "And we all know never to mind the business of a man and the person-of-choice-to-fuck."
"But I know that isn't the case! I know he went out to yell at Ronnie! I was there when he said so!" Max raked his fingers through his hair, "What if it's something else? Fuck, what if they're hiding something? What if--"
Bryan grabbed Max by the shoulders and commenced shaking him, "You're being paranoid! You're as paranoid as--"
"--as that gay Jonas Brother's song!" Robert piped in. Bryan rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever, but still! You need to chill out!"
Max's jaw tensed.
"I--hn--hate--ah--you...!"
Ronnie laughed, his thrusts into Craig rough at a slamming pace. He had Craig on his knees, head pressed against the pillow, and hands pinned behind his back. "You can barely speak!" Ronnie grinned, "Pathetic, Craig, fuckin' pathetic!"
"F-Fuck you! I-I hate you!" Craig screamed. He squirmed under Ronnie, "I-I hope you die and--shit-- burn in hell!"
"Only if you join me, Craig-y boy!" Ronnie spat on Craig's back, working his hips faster and harder. Panting filled the air for a moment before Craig, filled with annoyance, found the strength to turn things around. Ronnie was then on the bottom and Craig was, once again, straddling him. With a glare, he started moving his hips. Up and down, up and down...
"I hate you," Down. Up. "I-I hate you s-so," Down. "Damn," Up. "Much!" Down.
Ronnie growled, bucking his hips up mercilessly, "I hate you too, fuckin' bitch!"
Craig bit his lip and suddenly started to speed up, his muscles tightening around Ronnie. "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I-I hate you..." he started to whimper, out-of-character tears pooling up in his eyes. This threw Ronnie off. "I hate you! I fuckin' hate your guts, Radke! I-I hate you.. I-I love yo--" he gasped before he could continued and cried out.
A mess was made on Ronnie's chest.
"Goddamnit, Mabbitt," Ronnie grinded his teeth together and grunted, bucking his hips up. He as well made a mess, but inside Craig.
They shared a moment of silence, yet it wasn't so silent with their loud panting filling the air. Craig slumped onto Ronnie's chest, and Ronnie took notice of something: Craig's body was trembling.
"Uh... Craig?" Ronnie had no clue what to do in this situation. The urge to fight stopped, replaced with awkward feelings and the need to get the fuck out. He took a pause, "...What did you say before?"
Craig was silent.
"...Craig? What did you say...? What the fuck did you say?!" Once Ronnie's voice turned into a growl, Craig reacted; he forced Ronnie out of him and stumbled off the bed, rushing to put his clothes back on.
Ronnie was never answered that night.
Max stared at the clock near his bunk. 4:12 AM. It wasn't until his eyes were shut did he hear rustling. Then a few steps, a soft groan, another rustle, and silence.
Craig was finally home.
Max bit his lip, fighting the urge to climb into Craig's bunk and just talk to him. Tell him how worried he's been and ask him where he's been, all the while hoping he wouldn't find more bruises and marks on Craig's body.
Max never did. Instead, he curled up in his own bunk, burying his face into the pillow.
Max didn't sleep that night.