Voice Of A Friend

~Zacky~

Sweating. Panting. Scared. And more. Syn had wrapped his strong arms around me and I wish he wouldn't have. Humiliated. Pathetic. Weak. And more. I didn't want him to see or hear me.

"Zack." His voice was stern and bitter, cold as ice. "Tell me what happened." My lip quivered as I shook my head no. "Zachary. Now." He must've knew what my dream was about. I sighed in defeat, making myself a promise not to tell him everything.

"I...I was running.." I started, fighting back and choking on tears. Syn ran his hand down my spine as the drops trickled my eyes. It went silent and I heard the rustle of trees outside the window.

"Zee, tell me before I kiss you." ....weird..

"...the...the limbs...they smacked m..my legs and face...and then I...I slipped on..a patch of wet...l..leaves..and I...I tried to get away..but they jumped on my weak legs...cr..crushing me under their w..weight.." My panting was slowly subsiding. "Brian they had a knife!" I was crying in his arms, shaking like a fragile, lost puppy. The look didn't really fit me. I shut my mouth. I had already said too much.

"Zacky.." Syn's voice was soft and quiet. Sympathetic to the pathetic. "I won't let anyone hurt you, okay?" But you already did.I didn't say that, of course, but I thought it. How can I be so cold? "But, answer me this - who is they?" Fuck. Can't answer that. Nope. I won't. I refuse. I wanted out of Brian's arms yet I didn't. Weird.

"Bri...c..can you stay here...?" I asked softly, avoiding the question. He sighed softly but nodded cheerfully, laying me down. I grabbed a wrist as he turned to get a pallet out of the closet, laying a hand on the bed beside me. "Please." The whisper escaped my throat as I stared at him. He sighed. Did he not want to? What was the point in a kiss if he couldn't at least make me feel safe? I blushed furiously. "Wh...What..?"

He grinned. "If you wake up screaming and kicking this won't happen again, ya' hear me?" I couldn't fight my drowsy smile. Me tears vanished, his side smirk making me grin myself as he pulled back the covers. After a while, I drifted back to sleep. Darkness engulfing my thoughts. No god forsaken dream. When I awoke, a familiar arm was around my waist.

Brian.

~Syn~

I couldn't sleep. I was worried as fuck about Zee. For what? A kiss he didn't want? How pathetic of me. He fell asleep after thirty minutes, I fell asleep never. I felt him stiffen as the light poured through the window. I only pulled him closer as I watched the particle of dust dance through the beam of light. I smiled.

"Morning. Zee," I purred in his ear. He shivered every time I did that. It only made me want to do it more. Slowly, I placed a soft kiss on his neck, frowning when he didn't relax into me.

"Brian... Get. Off." I pouted, pulling him closer. "Bri...Bri! I'm serious! Get off! We aren't dating!" He had me there. We weren't dating. I had to accept it. I whispered 'yet,' in his ear, chuckling as I released my grip. He went red.

I sat up and stretched my arms. Surprisingly, I wasn't tired. I proceeded to stand up, grinning to myself. As soon as I had him believing I was leaving to put on something besides my boxers (remember, only real men sleep in boxers!), I jumped and pinned Zacky to the bed then roughly tickled his sides. I was on his knees. I had done this to any ex who had stayed at my house that was desperate for visitors. I laughed as he tossed his head back and arched his back, trying to push my hands off. He pushed them alright. In the wrong direction. My hands now lay at rest on his thighs, pink in my cheeks. I had accidentally touched him. "BRIAN OFF NOW!" Didn't have to tell me twice.

I jolted to my bedroom, slamming the door closed. Pressure built up on me - why? Was I that "love struck" that having him raise his voice crushed me? Wow... I'm pathetic. Damn.

The next few days went horribly awkward. Zacky ended up screaming around four in the morning and I sat in a chair at his bedside, watching him until he fell asleep then planting a kiss on his head before going back to my room. That's it. I didn't leave without the kiss. I'm a rebel. Sue me. The day Zacky could finally drink, he took a bottle of Jack Daniel's from my cabinet. That guy can drink... I wonder if it intensified his dreams.

~Zacky~

Brian touched me. As much as I want to say gross and forget it, I felt something when his eyes lifted up in fear, anxiety, and self-deprived anger. All at once in one swirl. I remember how his kisses were so gentle. His touches too. Oh how I'd love to feel him again...

Zacky stop.

"Brian," I groggily called from the kitchen. I had been taking a few shots, my legs still weak. The heated liquid made me forget if only for a moment the feelings I might have for my best friend. Screw it. There's no might about it. His face peered over the counter and from the angle I could see his chocolate eyes perfectly. He must've caught me staring and instantly grinned back. "Heard from Matt? Or Johnny?" I was whispering. Why? I don't know. Matt had brought me some clothes (it seemed like the whole closet) the other day which relieved me. Syn's clothes still had...well, Syn in them. Now here I was in a blue and white chessboard pattern button up and light blue jeans. Casual and slightly classy, you know? That's Zachary Baker right there.

"Yeah. He was asking about you." I smiled at him, Lessing the space between us as I leaned over the counter. "He said he was... Zacky you okay?"

"Dandy," I whispered. Yes, that was the word. The same one Syn told me before he did this same action. I pressed my lips smoothly to his.

Syn was a little taken back but he kissed back near instantly. I smiled and melted into his palm as he slid it against my cheek, pulling me closer. This was not going into the media. I felt eyes on us. Again.

I pulled back enough for me to speak. "Are we...?" My words trailed and Syn's wild smirk grew.

"Yes." He crashed his lips to mine. I tried to get closer but knocked over a few shot-glasses. I didn't mind. After a moment, he pulled away with pain in his eyes. "But...you aren't gay..!" He blurted, looking confused. I put my lips to his again.

Yes, I am. I'm gay for Synyster Gates.

~Syn~

The kisses... They felt so pleasing, but I had to stop before we got too far. Even if I wanted to go further. They became heated, someone taking hold of both of our minds.

"Zacky..." Kiss. "....we can't.." Kiss. "...do this." I had fully pulled away, his green eyes opening. They were cloudy and dim. Was it lust?

He was quiet. I don't know what in God's name possessed us to do that but it should again sometime. And take it all the way.

"Brian.." I raised my eyebrows to lead him to continue. "I think...I might... I-Think-I-Love-You!" His words were fast and I chuckled, decoding then slowly.

I pressed my lips smoothly to his. Maybe Matt was right. Maybe my plan was for Zacky's love. Then again, having him love me means he could trust me.

I loved how perfectly in sync our lips were. I loved how his eyes dimmed more and more with the passion. I loved the taste of metal as my tongue dominated his. I wanted Zacky. I wanted all of him. I want him to be mine.

"Zacky," I whispered, brushing my thumb across his cheek. "I need to know. Who did this to you? Who is them?" He froze, thinking out his next action.

A tear fell from the corner of his eye, hitting my thumb. A pain went off in my chest. "Y...You wouldn't believe me!" He cried, rushing off to the room and knocking over the half empty bottle. I watched him run up the stairs, nearly falling numerous times. He was still very, very weak.

I yelled for him, rushing up after him. Why wouldn't I believe him? I felt his door lock as I placed my handle on the knob. "Zacky, please, open up," I cooed. Nothing but his quiet sobs. I texted Matt that I wouldn't be getting answers soon.

Damn man. U should prbly watch it back js - Shadz

Wat? - GATES

i saw them. The kisses - Shadz

HOW - GATES

just get to the studio later, k? - Shadz

I sighed, setting my phone aside while constant cries ringed my ears. An hour or two passed before I knocked. "I'm fixing dinner! You come down or don't eat!" Was I being harsh? Maybe.

I watched the door closely as I made two sandwiches. Waiting five minutes, I stared. Nothing. I went up and knocked on the door. "Open up!" I heard sniffles. "I WILL bust this door down!" I heard the lock click and he cracked the door. His eyes were almost as red as the eyeshadow he used to wear. "Zee," I whispered, brushing away his damp bangs. Tears tried to escape him but he was dry. He looked up at me, too shaky to move. "Who was it?"

He whined, almost as if the question hurt. "Y..You won't believe me." I pulled a 'seriously?' look and he sighed. "He...He looked like Jimmy.."

That name. Always on my mind. That damn, deceased, crazy motherfucker.

"Like...Like a dopplerganger?" I asked. He shook his head.

"N..No! He had the tattoos! He sound just...like...him!" I fell silent again, a mental blockade forming. "I'm going to bed. C...Can you..?"

"I will. Promise." He closed the door and I clicked on the downstairs television then slid out the door and into my car. It has been five years since Jimmy passed. Zacky is insane.

I remember going to Matt's house and seeing pictures from a private number. The first kiss. The tickle session. The mini-make out. All of it. Then I remember zooming home after seeing Zacky pop up, asleep in the guest bed.

Then something happened. I woke up with Zacky's head on my chest.

"Morning, sunshine," I whispered when he woke up. I brushed hair from his face. "You moved a lot last night. Another nightmare?" He looked at me surprised, as if I shouldn't have been talking. I had an arm around him.. It hurt.

"You okay?" I flinched as he moved. "Your arm hurt?" I shook my head. "Then play some guitar."

"Fine...it hurts." He smiled and took off his shirt. "Yes, that'll do fine," I growled into his ear. He smacked my chest playfully.

"Jackass." He tied into a sling-type thing.

"Sexy," I grinned. "Oh, Zacky!" I moaned, "I'll die if I don't taste you!" He scoffed, laying back down into my side.

"Die then." Rude. I couldn't help but laugh, leaning back to close my eyes. I leaned over him and placed a rough kiss on him, letting myself fall against him. "...S..Syn.." He groaned, "...not now.." He pushed his lips towards mine more. Hypocrite. I rolled over and pulled him onto me, growling softly. He managed to pull away. I wanted more but I stopped, letting silence over take me. I would take him right now if it want for the snoring from downstairs. Matt, I assume. I kissed him again.

His kiss was intoxicating. And I'm an alcoholic.

Notes

Ooooooo!! What happened to Syn?! Haha! I originally had it in this chapter but I'll leave you wondering like the bitch I am ;) Love ya! Comments and rates greatly appreciated!! <3 xoxo!