~Matt~

When I walked upstairs to check and make sure everyone was okay, I saw Zacky and Bri deep in each other's lips and hands tugging at skin. The sight made me sick. My two friends were sitting in front of me, trading spit. Do you understand how awkward that is? Especially when they're your rhythmic guitarists, too. And that they were never gay for one another until like a month ago. And they're basically mind-fucking each other.

"Looks like Zacky forgot to bring a shirt to bed." As soon as my voice filled the room, they pushed each other away. "Please, don't act like you two weren't enjoying it." Syn threw me knives, a glare that could kill. "Keep it in your pants," I snorted back to his death stare, grinning to myself. Zacky sat quietly, the soft pink in his cheeks speaking for itself. He's gotten soft. "Anyways, I'm going to head home. Val is texting. Syn, may I see you in the hall real quick?" He groaned as he stood, trailing his fingers against Zacky's leg as he walked in front of the bed. He had on that sweet, innocent smile. I closed the bedroom door as he walked out and crossed his arms whilst looking at me, his smile faded.

"What do you want?" He snapped, annoyed. He was probably annoyed because I didn't get him laid. "You kinda interrupted something..."

"Be careful with him. He could snap in two, man. Just...be gentle." I swallowed back my coarse laughter as he went red in embarrassment and anger. He sighed after a long moment of silence and nodded, walking back into the room and shutting the door. I left for home.

~Syn~

Damn you, Matthew. Just going to barge in my thoughts like that. Who the fuck does he think he is? God? He can't do that shit. Fuck. No.

I walked back into the room to see Zack just sitting on the bed, his green Deathbat completely uncovered on his chest. His pale skin shimmered, the cuts and bruises almost making him look brighter. His pale lips pursed up into a smile, his eyebrows raised. His emerald eyes shined gracefully and his expression read 'what did he say?' I smiled and took a seat next to him, my hand on his knee. He shuddered, slowly leaning closer to me. I grabbed his chin harshly, shoving my lips to his; we shared a kiss that was rough and heated, just like the things I'd like to do to him. These new urges are weird, but Hell. I'm not what I thought I was. Using my good arm, I pulled Zacky on top of me. His thin frame silently fell atop mine, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. He wasn't fighting me off, like he had done before. I think he had given into my touch. I think he had settled into my graceful fingers. I think he had wanted it, too. I pulled away from the kiss, grinning up at him. My eyes were half lidded - opened just enough to see his green eyes that were clouded over in lust and his lips slightly parted in breathless hitches. Did he want this? Did I want this? I could only imagine the image of him on his knees as he leaned over me, one of my arms lazily over his neck, our eyes barely opened, and our hearts a pounded mess. From the rate it was beating, I'm almost positive it could be visible. I was that desperate. I was that gay I let out a soft moan as I looked up at him, and Zacky smirked open mouthedly, his bangs falling in his face. It was like in the movies. Now, all I could really see was his smirk and the snakebites shining in the dim lighting of the closed room. It's obvious we were both contemplating this, the thought racing back and forth, side to side. We didn't have to speak. We just knew each other. I slipped my lips softly to his, again, the smell of his cologne filling my senses. His cold metal piercings sent sparks through me, starting at the mouth.

"Brian," he whispered, "I love you." I froze and shook my arm out of the shirt sling, sliding them down his back and wrapped then tight to his waist. I brought his hips to crash with mine. His mouth fell open in an 'o' shape. I was getting anxious, more and more anxious. His hands fell to my hips, his fingers dancing along the bones. They looped into two belt lips. He gave me a teasing tug, the bulge that was forming rubbing against the denim fabric of my jeans. He pushed at it slightly, snaking his fingers to undo the zipper. I hastily shoved them off, the tightness starting to grow uncomfortable. Zacky must've seen the desire in my eyes as I felt his hand clasp around the bulge. I moaned involuntarily, my cock twitching within its covering. "Bri..." He breathed out, stammering at his words as he touched me. I shivered, reaching my hand to place it on top of his. He began to knead at my bulge, staring awkwardly. My toes curled slightly. My breath started to hitch as he kneaded harder and quicker. The pleasure was becoming too much. I rolled and pushed Zacky onto his back, his eyes fully visable to me in their clouded fear, lusty state. I placed a rough, open mouthed kiss to his soft lips. He instantly kissed back as I gently cuffed his crotch. He whined, bucking his hips into my hand.

"Zack.." I whispered into his ear, nibbling on his shoulder flesh. I slowly pulled his jeans away, his boxers following. Lord...Fuck he was big! He seemed to look self-cautous, so I sat up on my knees above him, pushing my boxers down and away. He gasped and I smirked, chuckling softly. He blushed and smiled back. "Sexy." I let some of my weight fall against him, our hips rubbing together. He let out a soft groan as I took both of us in one hand, thrusting my hips against his. We started thrusting into my hand, his groans making the warm pit in my stomach grow quicker than normal. Soon, we both climaxed, our cum falling onto Zacky's stomach. He smiled at me. "I could use a shower."

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~Zacky~

It was different, I admit, but I enjoyed every second of it. We didn't do anything more than Syn gripping our erections together, yet he did jump into the shower with me, hugging me to his chest and scrubbing at my bruised skin. I felt weak, but his strong arms made me feel safe. Safe and weak. Maybe that trades off as strong. The only thing I didn't enjoy was what the touches did to me. It made me feel sick and pleasured at the same time. His body would contort into Jimmy's, a sick grin playing at his lips. You're loosing it, Zee, I thought, trying my hardest to focus on the guitarist - not the drummer. Not the background vocalist. Not the crazy motherfucker. Not the song writer (although, Syn does write songs, too). Jimmy is dead. I need to accept that...but being attacked by a zombie doesn't help too much, either. It did stab me fifty fucking times...

That's why I kept gauze on my thigh. Mini stab holes. They weren't deep enough to kill, just injure. I sat, curled up in a fetal position of the large arm chair. Syn was on the couch, groaning at the television.

"I'm so borrred," he hissed, grinning slightly at me. I growled back to him, not turning my attention away from my phone. "What are you doing, anyways?" And suddenly he was looming over me. I tried to lock my phone, but he snatched it from my hands. He sighed and I heard him swallow hard. I had been looking at pictures of Jimmy. "Zacky..." I couldn't help it.

~Syn~

He's utterly convinced it was Jimmy, isn't he? That's it. I sighed, walking out of the room and grabbing my phone. I decided I had to do this. I dialed up a doctor and made Zachary an appointment. My only trouble would be getting him there. I had until two'o'clock. An hour. Shit cakes.

"Zacky! We gotta get over to the studio in an hour!" I lied. He threw me a thumbs up then fell back into his chair. I sighed, making my way over to him before throwing him over my shoulder. He growled but chuckled, punching me in the back. "Meaning you need to get the smell of sex out of your hair and put on some literal clothes," I muttered, giggling. I threw him on the bed then turned to the closet, snatching clothes off the hanger and tossing them at him.

"Those jeans with that shirt?" He played, slipping the shirt over his bare chest. I nodded, crossing my hands over my chest. The hour zoomed by and now I was sitting in the cad, driving across town, and singing "One Toke Over The Line, Sweet Jesus," loudly. The only reason I listened to that song was because of Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas - best movie of all time, FYI. Zacky shook his head, fighting back a laughter as he started to sing with me. We sang together on stage for background vocald , but this was something different. This was a lot more fun.

"Why are we here?" He asked as I pulled into the drive. The moment was lost.

Just like his sanity.

Notes

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