Shadows had to watch over his boyfriend night after night. They were back on tour and it was more fun than they’d ever had in their lives. They got wound up every night on stage, worshiped by fans, and fucked each other every night. As their newest single hit high on the charts and their newest album started to seriously gain traction, fame hit hard and they were assaulted with everything it had to offer. They partied hard after shows and on their off days--booze and drugs everywhere and accompanied by the finest women the world had to offer. But no matter how out of control it got, Matt never let Brian out of his sight and even though he flirted himself plenty, he hated watching his boyfriend do it. He let him anyway, to a small extent. But nights of chaos often produced him either folding his arms and snarling down at a cute girl that was trying to bed his man, or beating the crap out of a man who was. It became a game to the deathbats--who could steal away Synyster Gates from M. Shadows. Some did it to see if they could accomplish the task, some did it just to see Shadows erupt in his legendary fits of anger. But night after night, Gates let them because honestly...there was nothing in this whole god damn world sexier than his puffed up vocalist, pissed off and demanding and arms flexing and damn, if he didn’t get the fuck of his life afterwards--every single time.

Shadows wasn’t stupid, he knew what they were all doing. But every time he saw someone flirting with his property, he couldn’t stop the white hot anger that shot through his body and made him see red. He knew Gates enjoyed it, which is why he wasn’t afraid to let it out every night. And the fans who tried? Well they deserved it for trying.

The press they were getting didn’t help. The haters were hating hard and they spent lots of their time giving the public the middle finger and letting them know the didn’t give a fuck. Not only were there the normal haters talking shit about them as a band, there were the hardcore WTF fans who wanted their old sound back. The haters had even more ammo now that pretty much everyone knew M. Shadows was fucking his guitarist. The band never openly admitted they were a pair--they all only insisted they fucked whoever they wanted and that shit got crazy on a tour bus and stuff happened. But any real deathbat knew--knew that Shadows had basically laid claim to Synyster Gates.

Matt often led Brian around by the hand--basically any time they weren’t being interviewed, on stage, or at something that might be televised. Then they both behaved and kept their hands to themselves and acted out their alpha male fronting.
They all five swaggered around in their sleeveless shirts and bandanas and shades and mid-twenties hot male bodies, growling and mouthing off to cameras and magazines whenever they could--earning hard up reputations as the hottest, angriest, most aggressive band around.

When the band got the news they were nominated for the MTV awards, none of them knew what to think. This was huge. Whether or not it was very ‘metal’, it was still huge. As much as Brian was looking forward to dressing up and flaunting their band’s awesomeness in everyone’s faces, he wasn’t looking forward to how much Matt would have to ignore him all night long.

As they had gotten more noticed and things had gotten crazy, the two love birds had less and less time for one another. Despite being around each other constantly, there was just so much going on. Matt would often climb into Syn’s bunk and he’d already be asleep. Or they’d start making out when they had five minutes to themselves, only to be interrupted by obligations. Then Brian won his Golden God and became even more full of himself--if that was even possible.

Matt had fucked him in congratulations--despite how drunk he’d gotten that night--but after that it was all radio interviews and magazine shoots and Zacky fucking Vengeance taking up all his time with the twin leads gracing every cover known to man. Now the female fans multiplied and Matt thought he was going to fucking lose his mind.
Then he heard about the MTV awards and that had been the end of his rope. Imagining the guitarist all pretty and being fawned over while he had to keep his hands off and pretend like he didn’t care drove him to the brink of sanity.

It had been forever since they’d had a proper hotel night and the last one had ended with Brian getting so drunk he’d passed out. So when they had one coming up, Matt knew he had to make it special, and it had to remind his submissive that that’s exactly what he was. His.

*******

Brian unfolded the note that had been folded over several times and had been set beside his drink that he had just ordered. He’d been waiting at the bar at the hotel, assuming Matt was at the party somewhere already.

I want you waiting for me, naked, on your hands and knees on our bed. Get yourself ready beforehand, because I’m not going to do it. Take videos. Send them to me.

Gates flushed a dark crimson and hurriedly folded the note in his pocket, eyes darting around to make sure no one had seen it or his reaction. Downing the entire martini, he tried to look not too rushed as he scurried off to their room.

Stripping down in a hot second, he got out the lube and pressed record.

He’d gotten to the point where he wasn’t ashamed anymore of how much he liked being owned by the lead singer. Not to mention, they hadn’t been together in what felt like weeks (and was only a matter of several days) and Brian needed him. And their last several times together had been hurried and in a bunk. They hadn’t had actual time for one another in forever. So Synyster was more than ready to do whatever his dominant asked of him.

Shadows was most definitely not ready for the first video Gates sent him. Big, pleading brown eyes stared into the camera as he stroked himself--
“Matt--please, baby--I need you--”
The phone moved so he could watch the hand that had been stroking his cock move in between his legs and fuck two fingers into himself. When he heard Brian moan, he almost came in his pants.
He’d been in his car, and thundered through the hotel door and up to their room. Busting in the door, the man who finally looked over his guitarist as he lay ready and waiting on the bed, was an uncaged beast--chest heaving and wild eyes narrowed on Gates.

Matt had kept his grille in for effect--the one with the fangs. Pulling his shirt over his head, he left the backwards hat in place. Brian peered at him through long, disheveled black hair--from on his hands and knees just as he’d been instructed. Shadows’ tongue flicked out to moisten his lip as he drank in the appreciation of Brian’s clemency.

Synyster bowed his back so his behind thrust slightly in the air. Large palms spread over his cheeks appreciatively as a dark groan escaped Matt’s throat. Brian keened, leaning into the huge hands.

“Such a good little guitarist,” Shads chuckled deeply, staring at the fucked open hole that was currently toying with him.
Without any warning, Matt reached back and his owning hand landed hot and sharp on Syn’s behind.
Brian convulsed forward, the heat of Matt’s rough touch coursing through him.
“Shads--”

“I hope you always remember me, Brian, when all your fans, the world, the media, the girls, when they’re all fanning over the infamous Synyster Gates. I own you, Brian, not them. They can’t give you what you want, baby, only I can. Say it, Syn, who owns you?”

Gates gasped as he was struck again, much harder this time, “You, Matty--”
“I what, Brian?”
“You own me, Shads--” Brian’s skin burned, flushed from his want and blushing under Shadows’ question.
Matt grinned wide before planting another hot, hard one on Syn’s begging behind.

“Matty…” Brian moaned, head drooping between his arms as he struggled to stay upright.
Shads couldn’t help but play with Brian a little. Pushing only a thick finger into the guitarist, Matt worked Brian over until he was barely clinging to reality.

Fingers retreated, Matt’s husky after-concert voice filling the air, “I’m going to fuck you now, Brian, but only if you don’t move. Can you do that, Bri? Stay perfectly still for your dom.”
Synyster nodded.

Shads grabbed himself and rubbed his end over Gates’ well-fucked entrance. Forcing only the head in and stopping, he didn’t have to wait long until Brian was trying to fuck himself back onto Matt’s hardness.
The singer pulled out, chuckling darkly, “That’s not what I commanded, Brian.”

Gates whined in protest. Then he heard Matt unthreading the belt from his jeans. Eyes wide, Syn waited for it and still cried out in protest when Matt belted him across his backside.
Brian couldn't believe how amazing it felt. He’d never really been into this stuff, so when it turned him on beyond comprehension, he moaned like a porn star for it.

Matt grinned wide and let another snakeskin strike land across the backside taunting him, “There’s my little slut. Like it when I beat you, Brian?” He dropped the belt and grabbed a fistful of dark hair, filling the guitarist to the hilt with the cock he so needed before pulling out and leaving Synyster whining at the loss.
Gates bit into his bottom lip until it bled, refusing to let Matt know just how much he liked his assault.

“Over.” His ass was patted nicely before Brian rolled over, biting his lip even harder when he finally got an eyeful of his lover. Matt knew the grille and the backwards hat added to the dominance factor that his look already had going on, and he just stood there smirking down at the guitarist while he stared open-mouthed. His cock hanging out of his jeans only added to the look.
“Careful, Brian. You leave that mouth open too long, I might just shove my dick in it.”

Gates snapped his lips together, still speechless. As Matt put his knees on the mattress, Syn opened his legs and when the huge body climbed over his, Brian ran a hand down the rock hard chest as his eyes followed.

“Hands off, Synyster. Go on. Above your head. You’re going to need something to hold onto.”
Brian stared up into the deep dimples as he swallowed nervously and grabbed back onto the pillow under his head.

That first full thrust again sent pain edged with desire coursing through his insides. Matt adored that first fast shocked inhale of Brian’s. Fucking him into the sheets, Shadows growled and tensed over Syn as the guitarist eventually started moaning in high, pained, lust-filled cries.

“Matty--” Brian never knew when to say when, the fucking so gorgeously amazing but definitely pushing his limits. He couldn’t ask him to stop, to slow down, though, he just couldn’t. Those teeth being bared, the glittery fangs, the gleaming, rippling muscles--they were all worth it. And he knew when his boundaries were pushed, the orgasm that followed was oh so even better.

“Fuck--baby--” Syn whined, eyes fluttering for a moment but then blowing wide when a large hand clamped over his mouth.
“Don’t talk, Brian. I can’t take your voice right now--” Shads seethed in between clenched teeth as his cock continued to slam into the guitarist. Brian was just buzzed enough to think his following move was a good idea.

Brown eyes going from surprise to seduction, Gates opened his mouth and bit daringly hard at Matt’s fingers.
“BRIAN!!” Matt yanked his hand back and before he could control himself, slapped the guitarist hard across the cheek.

Shadows froze.

Synyster’s face had been forced to the side, but then turned slowly back towards Matt. The singer looked horrified, his fist at his own chest regretfully as he waited for Brian’s reaction. The alpha male was starting to fade, green eyes apologizing--when a smirk spread thick across one side of Synyster’s face.
This threw Shads head long back into the hard-fucking, snarling beast.

Chest heaving, large fingers wrapped around Syn’s throat before Matt squeezed lightly, “You’re a daring little slut tonight, Gates. Ass in the air.”

Shadows pulled out and watched the lithe body beneath him once again get on hands and knees, ass on glorious display. Brian got a hard smack first, followed by Shads’ thickness once again slamming in. Matt ran both hands down Syn’s back before wrapping his fingers around Bri’s hips, gripping hard to steady himself.

The guitarist was so warm, so tight, so welcoming. Matt knew he was running full speed into his lover’s limits, but he couldn’t fucking help himself. Leaning slightly over Gates, Shadows’ steel began stroking into the place inside Brian that set his world on fire.
“Matty--”
The vocalist bunched his fingers into long black locks, grunting into his ear, “I told you not to talk, Bri--” Matt’s thrusts were getting even more final, more driving, with an exclamation point at the end of each one. Brian knew that meant his boyfriend was close, and he hoped to god it would hold off as the tingling began to gather as he gasped and sobbed. Just when he thought he wouldn’t make it in time, he felt Matt’s meaty fingers wrap around his throbbing hard-on.

“C’mon, Gates. Come.” The deep baritone sounded, Brian exploded, and Matt’s hips locked in as he finished along with the guitarist.

Pulling out and sitting up, Shadows breathed deep and he thought he might faint--his orgasm had been so fucking good. They’d both felt Matt’s ropes go on forever, and the singer was dying to see it. One hand keeping Brian in place, the other slowly rubbed over one ass cheek before he pushed two fingers in, spreading them.

“Push it out, Gates.”
Brown eyes fired at him over a shoulder, brow knotted as he blushed.
“Brian.” His tone was a warning.
Syn rolled his eyes, but obeyed. Matt grinned wide as he watched his orgasm being pushed out by Brian. Letting a low growl rumble out of his chest in thanks, Shadows pulled out his fingers and stood up.

Kissing the guitarist sweetly on the lips after Syn flopped onto his back, Matt took off his jeans, “I’m gonna shower. You wanna join me?”
A faint smile played at Brian’s lips, “I can’t walk right now, dude. Nor will I tomorrow, most likely.”
Matt chuckled lightly, going to the bathroom and coming back with a damp cloth to clean Brian off with. Gates smiled lazily as he was lovingly taken care of by the singer, brown slits looking up at him as dimples popped.
Shads kissed his cheek, “You’re too good to me, Brian.”
Synyster only smiled wide, made an adorable noise as he stretched out, and went immediately to sleep.

*******************

The next morning, Brian woke up to hot coffee and breakfast already in their hotel room. Turning over, he found his huge man looking back at him--sparkly green eyes clearly waiting for him to wake up.
As Syn smiled and rolled closer, Matt frowned--checking out the bruise he’d left on the most beautiful cheekbone in the universe. Hand immediately going to the other man’s neck, sorry hazels met brown.

“Bri…”

Gates grabbed Matt’s wrist and kissed it, “Don’t, Matty. I’ll be fine. I was begging for it.”
“That’s no excuse.” The singer’s eyes fell.
“Hey, I liked it.” Brian pulled his chin back up and Matt smiled faintly, “I knew I’d get something like that out of you if I pushed you hard enough, so I did….” Gates licked his bottom lip as he stared at his boyfriend dreamily, “Last night, Matty...you were amazing.”

Green eyes lit up as the vocalist blushed and cleared his throat, “Are you...okay?”
Brian grinned wide at his boyfriend’s concern, thinking how funny it was that Matt was practically bi-polar, “Oh, Matty. You’re so adorable. Yes I’m fine.” Okay, maybe he was a little sore, but it had totally, completely, oh my god been worth it. Syn sat up, drank as much coffee as he could at once, then turned a teasing gaze on Matt when he got to the bathroom door.
“Now who wants to get blown in the shower?”

And suddenly there was a gigantic vocalist on his feet and quickly headed his way.

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Jimmy folded his arms as his eyebrows pulled down, crystal blues baring into sheepish chocolate after some of them climbed back on the bus.

“Do I need to kick our singer’s ass??” The Rev’s voice began to raise.
Brian let his hair fall in his face to cover it again, “No, guys, it’s fine. I just didn’t have any concealer on me in the hotel.” He attempted lamely to change the subject.

Zacky joined in next to the drummer, “It is most definitely not fine, Bri!! He fucking hit you?!”
It never even occurred to the other two that it could be sexual.

Brian’s broad shoulders slumped and he exhaled, annoyed and embarrassed, “I fucking wanted him to, alright? Jesus.”
The other two looked at one another, raised all their eyebrows, and then stared back at the lead. Jimmy eventually smirked deviously, “Kinky.”
Synyster huffed again, “I can’t find my concealer, who’s got some?”
Zacky giggled, but went to his bunk to look through his bag, “You can use mine.”

Matt stepped on the bus just as Brian stepped into the bathroom. He was met with sparkling blue eyes as the drummer leaned against his bunk, arms crossed and smirk still in place.
“Maybe smack our guitarist on the ass instead of his pretty little face, next time, eh Shads?”

Shadows chuckled lowly, an equally devious grin making one of his dimples shine, “Oh, I did plenty of that, too.” It only took one eyebrow waggle to throw the Rev into a giggle fit that Zacky joined in on--snorting and gasping as they fell onto the couch in the lounge.

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Notes

Funny story. Really. I wrote a small part of this smut after a Scotch (maybe two) and found myself writing in a "Daddy" comment, because as I've mentioned, Ghostonaseaofwine has ruined me forever!!! Needless to say, when I read it the next morning, I changed it after thinking about it for only a minute. If you re-read the scene, you can totally tell where it was, lol, and just what Matt was asking.

Anyways....MTV awards next!!!

Figure out why I called it Sidewinder?? Ha.