A7x OneShots

“If you leave now, you lose everything.”

Zacky Vengeance leaned against the doorway of the bedroom with his arms folded tightly across his chest, glaring coldly at the man down the end of the hall.This was the final straw, he was sure of it. There was no way he would take this shit any more - He just had to prove it.

Across the hall stood his boyfriend, Synyster, who had a large, plain black backpack slung over his shoulder, seemingly overflowing with necessary possessions, such as his favourite clothing, his toiletries and any of his guitar gear that he could fit into the confined space. In his left hand, he held a guitar case, containing his beloved Schecter guitar, and in his right hand was a key - The key to Matt's house, where he intended to crash for a few days. It wouldn't get him away from his troubles with Zacky completely, but it was enough space away for a week or so while he planned for the time ahead.

"I told you, I don't care. I've had enough."

Zacky shot the older man a look of disbelief, and he shook his head, his raven locks falling into his face He then approached Syn, getting so close that their bodies were almost touching, and he pressed his index finger harshly to Syn's chest, "Oh really? That's exactly what you said last time! And what did you do? You came crawling back no more than 8 hours later, asking me to let you back in!" He scoffed, brushing his hair out of his face, "But whatever. Suit yourself. I'm not in the wrong here, and you're the one losing everything."

Synyster groaned in frustration and rolled his deep, chocolate eyes at the younger man, "Oh yeah, says the man that slept with his best friend's wife!" He soon retorted angrily, eyebrows furrowing as he spat, "And yet you refuse to tell him! So I'll save you the pain and do it for you."

"For the last fucking time, I did not have sex with Matt's wife! When she came over with him or dinner, I asked her for opinions on the present I was getting him for Christmas!" Zacky fumed, his left hand clenching into a tight fist, so tight in fact that his knuckles turned white, "It had to be in the bedroom because that's where I was hiding it and I didn't want to ruin Matt's surprise!"

"Yeah, yeah, that's what they all say. You were up there long enough!"

"I had to find the bloody thing, since you moved it!"

"Oh yeah?" Syn growled, staring down at Zacky, his eyes seemingly possessing a raging fire of fury, "So I'm gonna get the blame for everything as usual?!"

"You never get the blame, you fucking dick!" Zacky snapped, inching ever so closer to Syn.

"Bullshit!"

"No, you're bullshitting me and accusing me of things I haven't done!"

"Whatever, I'm done," Syn then sighed, stepping away from his boyfriend and turning to face the door. He pocketed Matt's house key and opened the front door of their home, taking once last glance at the younger male, and then stepping outside into the crisp, fresh air. Zacky watched in disbelief once again as Syn walked through the driveway, kicking small rocks that were in the immediate vicinity, and then he turned the corner and disappeared.

"He'll be back..." Zacky mumbled to himself, slowly closing the front door, a gentle click echoing down the scarce hallway.


Meanwhile, Synyster had begun making his way to Matt's house. From Zacky's home by the beach, it was a 5 minute walk, if not even that. Being the middle of winter, the crisp air had a chilling bite to it as the wind gushed past him, sending cold shivers down his spine. He wished he'd wrapped up much warmer than just a thin, sleeveless shirt and a hoodie that, despite being two sizes too big, barely kept the guitarist warm. It was considerably unusual for the weather to turn this cold, but it had decided to take a turn for the worst over the last few weeks.
Just great...

Syn grumbled to himself as he neared the vocalist's house. His black BMW was parked out in the driveway, so he hadn't gone anywhere distant, raising Brian's hopes that he would be inside. As he approached, he dug his hand deep into his pocket to fish out the key, but the door opened as he stepped on the porch. Syn looked up from his jeans and to the resident, who gave a small smile and stepped aside to let him in without a word. The guitarist gratefully hurried into the warmth of his best friend's home, heading straight for the couch. He dumped his belongings on the floor beside the couch and leaned back into the comfy seat, a deep sigh escaping his lips.

"Zacky called me telling me you were on your way... You two been fightin' again?"

"You betcha..." Syn groaned quietly, watching as the vocalist took a seat beside him.

"You gonna tell me what's goin' on, or am I gonna have to do my best at readin' your mind?" He asked, trying to inject some sort of humour into the situation.

The guitarist ran his long, slender fingers through his scruffy, jet black hair and turned his head to face Matt, "Zack fucked your wife and is being a complete dick."

The admission shocked the younger man, his hazel eyes widening in a mix of horror and disbelief, and his jaw dropping, hanging open as if he'd lost all control of the muscles in his face, "Uh... Wha- H-Hold on..." He stammered after a few minutes, rising out of his seat and making his way up the stairs.

Syn could hear a muffled conversation taking place between Matt and his wife, Maisy, some yelling, some crying, some loud sighs and groans. It dragged on for several minutes, before the pair returned, Maisy with tears streaming down her face and Matt desperately trying to calm her down. The vocalist guided her to the couch across the room and spent a few moments gently rubbing her arms and ensuring her that it was all okay, and once she was in a calmer state, he got up and approached Synyster.

"Brian..." He sighed, rubbing at his face and taking a seat beside the guitarist, "Are you entirely sure that what you're telling me, is the complete, whole truth?"

"Well I-I'm not entirely sure but- They were up there for a while..." Syn began, glancing downwards as Matt began to speak again, eyes glued to the floor.

"Did you hear or see anythin' that suggested they were havin' sex or anything like that?"

Syn nodded his head a little, although Matt noted that he looked unsure, almost doubting himself, "Giggling... Laughing, occasional squealing... And I thought I heard moaning-"

"There's no way to prove it though, right? No way to prove because no one else was there... Uhm..." Matt mumbled to himself as he thought, but just as he was about to come up with a suggestion, Syn rose to his feet.

"Y'know what? Fuck it!" He suddenly cried out, "Just fuck it! Fuck everything!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Brian! Calm down buddy!" Matt exclaimed, jumping out of his seat and placing his hands on his shoulders.

"Get off of me!" The guitarist snapped, shoving the bigger man away from him with a great force. Matt looked on in shock and Syn swiped his backpack off of the floor and stormed out without another word, seemingly forgetting about his guitar, as if he hadn't even taken it with him from Zacky's. Matt went to dash after him, but the moment his bare feet came into contact with the frozen ground, he regretted his decision. He hopped back inside, but leaned out of he doorway, calling for his best friend to return. He got nothing in reply, and after 5 minutes he stepped back inside, realising that perhaps it was just best to let Brian have his space.

Whilst Syn walked to his new destination, the secret spot, he noticed something occurring that he hadn't seen in his hometown for years - Delicate little flakes no bigger than a pinhead danced all around him in the chilling wintry winds. He couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. They twirled all around him in all different directions, becoming even more visible as a few landed upon his black hoodie.

He loved the snow more than any kind of weather. There was just so much fun to be had and cheer to be spread whenever snow struck, and couldn't help but wonder how long it would last. However, no amount of love for the snow would bring a smile to his miserable face, for he just wasn't in the mood to be cheerful, and so he trekked on, doing his best to ignore it and all the great memories of him and Zacky it brought. Zacky and him were through, at least that's what had been implied as he left, and he believed it.

By the time he arrived at the secret spot, almost 25 minutes later, the snow's intensity had increased by a colossal amount. Flakes the size of his thumb were being hurled down from the heavens in a snowstorm of the likes in which he'd never seen before. The pearly white substance settled on the ground, and all around, everything had been covered in white. White trees, white grass, white ground... Even Syn's hoodie was more than 50% white at this point.

He crept into the spot, expecting to see two of his best friends, Jimmy and Johnny, chilling out, a bottle in hand and possibly even a lit cigarette or two. Instead, all he found was, believe it or not, was more snow. The guitarist sighed heavily. He'd walked all this was to see them, and they weren't even here. Great. Just fucking great.

Well, there was no way he was walking back. Not until the snow settled down, for it had gotten so bad he could barely see where he was going, and not to mention the ice he almost slipped over on like 6 times. He scanned the area, searching for a place he could crawl into and hide out in until the atrocious weather conditions learned to chill the fuck out.

All he could find was a small bush, where he could probably just about fit into. Well, it was worth a shot, wasn't it? Syn slung his bag off of his shoulder and swung it at the bush to first knock off the piling snow from the leaves, and then he crawled into the small space, shoving twigs, sticks, leaves and everything else in his way, out of the way.

It was a tight fit, but he made it, along with his bag. Now, his only focus was keeping dry and warm. He opened up his bag and dug through it, managing to find only a small coat. He didn't care though - It would keep him warm until the storm died down. He slipped it on over his hoodie, closed his bag and curled up with it, trying to conserve as much heat as he possibly could.

The waiting felt like an eternity, and the snow, which clearly seemed to be punishing Synyster, refused to stop falling. He'd been out there for half an hour, and the skies had already started to grow dark, street lights out in the distance flickering on. Perhaps it was lack of sleep, or his body recognising that it was soon to be night-time, but he found himself beginning to feel quite drowsy. His eyelids started to droop, feeling much heavier than usual, and as he rested his head upon the bag for a moment, his eyes fell shut, and within moments, he had drifted off.




"Dude, how long's that hot chocolate gonna be...?"

"I told you man, I'll start it when he wakes up...."

"No no no, start it now. Or at least boil the kettle and sort him a cup out, so when he does wake up, you can just add the water, stir it and give it to him...."

"Hey guys, I can't find any more blankets..."

"Don't worry Matt, he's by the fire... That should keep him warm... I've turned the heating on too...."

"Is he gonna be okay...?"

"Oh, he should be fine... He wasn't out there too long...."



The mix of voices that called through the house could be heard by the guitarist as he slowly awoke from his slumber, eyes slowly flicking open and a oddly quiet yawn escaping him. The first thing he spotted as the gorgeous fire in front of him, cracking away as the flames danced with one another, performing a beautiful display. Embers riddled the logs that the flames lived on, like little fireflies running all over it. It was a lovely sight to awaken to.

Synyster shifted himself onto his back and firstly looked down at himself. He was wrapped snugly in a thick, fluffy blanket with skulls decorating the black background, and he was wearing his red, blue and black flannel pajamas that Matt had given him for Christmas the year before (Trust Matt to get anything related to flannels...)

Next, he looked around the room. It was quite obvious from a first glance that this was indeed Zacky's house, seeing as he'd lived here for several years with the younger male. At first, the only person he could think to to be responsible for bringing him back here was Zacky himself, for that was something Syn could easily imagine him doing. He was a loving, caring man after all. That was something he adored about that man, and no matter how mad they were at each other, he'd never be able to say he hated that, or hated the affection, love and care Zacky had given to him over the years.

As he then propped himself up on his elbows, the door leading into the kitchen opened, and the band's pint-sized bassist entered the room. A gentle smile appeared on his face and he walked over to see how the guitarist was doing.

"Hey buddy, you alright?" He asked quietly, standing behind the end of the couch where Syn's head had been resting. Syn returned the warm smile and nodded, turning to face him.

"Yeah, kinda got a headache but I'm alright. Where is everyone? And how did I get here? And what time is it?"

Johnny chuckled, walking around to sit on the end of the couch, "Slow down cowboy, one thing at a time. Lemme explain what happened firs-"

The bassist was interrupted by another entrant, the tall, slender drummer of the band. He was happily wrapped up in his favourite hoodie and held a cup of hot chocolate in his large hands, enjoying the warmth it was giving him. "Hey there Brian!" He chirped as he spotted his friend, walking over to join him and the bassist.

"Hey Jimbo, Johnny was just about to tell me about what happened, as I don't remember shit," Syn smiled up at him, earning a chuckle from the drummer.

"Well alright, I'll leave you two to talk. Do you want a hot chocolate? It might help you warm up if you're still feelin' a lil' cold?" The drummer helpfully suggested.

"Dude, that sounds amazing right now. You think you can get me some things to snack on too?" Syn kindly asked, looking up at the drummer.

"Oh, I dunno about that..."

"Huh? How come?"

The drummer gave another chuckle and pointed into the kitchen, "Matt's taken over in there. He's cookin' us all dinner. You know what he's like about snackin' before meals. Then again, it's not like I don't do that on a regular basis sooo..."

Syn's eyes lit up at the sound of Matt cooking dinner for them all. Syn adored his cooking, for he was an absolute natural when it came to food, and he took it very seriously. He hated anyone getting in the way or trying to interfere, as he would be concentrating on making sure everything came out just perfect.

"Yeah, alright. I'll stick to hot chocolate," He smiled, and the drummer nodded, gently patting Syn's back before cautiously disappearing into the kitchen, doing his best to stay right out of the vocalist's way. Then, Johnny turned to Syn.

"So, as I was saying, me and Rev went to do a bit of shopping, grabbing cigarettes, alcohol, that kind of thing. We were heading back when Matt called us and told us that you'd stormed off after getting pretty pissed off."

"It was about Zacky fucking Maisy... They basically made it out that I was bullshitting them.." Syn grumbled, his gaze shifting to the floor.

"Yeah, we'll talk about that in a minute. Anyway, so me and Rev searched all over for you, and the snow started getting pretty heavy so obviously we were concerned. We found you at the secret spot, and you were out cold... Okay that was a shit joke but whatever. So we brought you back here. You'd slept about two or three hours?" Johnny explained, snickering at his own shitty pun before facepalming and somewhat cringing.

"Well, that's snow joke now, huh?" Syn grinned in response, causing the smaller man to roll his eyes.

"Dude, chill out will you?" Johnny snickered again, watching as Syn's mind scrambled for another joke, only to fail, and he reluctantly gave in.

"Alright, you win shortshit." He groaned with a grin, sitting fully upright to adjust his pajama shirt, which had started riding up his belly due to the awkward position he had been sat in. Then, a thought crossed his mind,

"Hey, where's Zee?"

"He's upstairs... He thought you wouldn't want to see him after the fight this morning o he's been upstairs since we brought you in... You can go see him if you want, althought he may not be in the best of moods..." Johnny informed him, watching Syn immediately push the blanket off of him and rise to his feet.

"I know what he's like after we fight... I'll go and talk to him." He said, heading upstairs to the bedroom. As he quietly made his way, he could hear faint sobbing, sobbing that instantly shattered his heart into millions of little pieces. There was no way he could give up on their relationship, and he just had to do something to fix it. Syn sighed sadly, rolled the sleeves of his pajama shirt up and slowly approached, gripping the door handle and opening the door.

Zacky hadn't noticed the older man step in, until arms decorated with lots of colourful tattoos snaked around his body from behind, and he jumped in surprise, falling back against the hard chest he had often used to rest his head upon when the pair cuddled.

"Zacky.... I'm so sorry baby..."

The younger man turned in Syn's grip, shocked to see that he'd come up to see him, after implying the morning earlier that he wouldn't return. "B-Brian.."

"Shh... It's alright... I'm here.." He cooed, sitting down on the bed and pulling Zacky in for a hug. The smaller guitarist buried his face in Syn's chest, bawling his eyes out into the fabric that covered his body. Syn worked two skilled hands up and down his back soothingly, "I'm so sorry for everything I did and said... I'm not gonna make any excuses, I was being a dick and... I'm so, so fucking sorry..."

Zacky managed to nod, and he looked up at the guitarist, their eyes meeting, hearts pounding, feelings going into overdrive. Zacky wrapped a pair of shaky arms around Syn's body, hugging him as tightly as he could possibly manage, "I-I was s-so scared that y-you were leaving f-for goooooddd...." He whined softly, unable to help but stutter and stammer.

"I could never do that... You mean the world to me, you're my everything... And no matter how mad I get at you, I'll never go, yeah?"

The younger male nodded again. Then, as he went to make eye contact with Syn again, he felt those soft, plush lips delicately pressing against his own, capturing him in a loving kiss that neither man wanted to break. Zack's arms slipped around Brian's neck, and he himself was held in the strong arms of his boyfriend. Upon pulling away for air, the pair couldn't help but smile at each other. Sure, it would take some time to get back to 100% normal, but they were both willing to give it a shot.



"I love you, Zachary."

"I love you too, Brian, to the moon and back."

Notes

Hey guys, hope you liked this little story!
I got the inspiration for this one while trying to come up with ideas or "Life On The Road" (Which I recommend you read, it's probably the best story I've written yet!)
I'd love to hear what you guys think of this story, and if you have any ideas you'd like to see me turn into a oneshot, leave them in the comments!
Thanks for reading!