During the Beast and the Harlot shoot was when Gates thought he was surely going to lose it. Why did Matt look so fucking hot in that vamp get up? He looked ridiculous and great at the same time. And that line about the strap on? He’d almost fallen over himself. And then they’d put even more makeup on the guy and shoved them all in a limo with girls and booze and just told them to have fun. The girl in his lap had thought his hard on had been for her and he told himself that it totally was. Had nothing to do with the fact that purple eyeshadow made those green eyes pop like nothing he’d ever seen in his whole life. He tried desperately to forget how much he’d thought of the singer when he’d snuck away into said limo later and fucked one of the female fans hard and fast.



At first it had been little things, like damn those arms look good today, or his eyes are just so.... or those legs go for fucking ever. But it was all out horrifying when they turned to things like what would that lip ring feel like against my…. and those hands are so big and strong and I know how fucking huge he is I wonder if I could even take it… He’d blush and stumble and since when was Synyster Gates anything but swaggeringly gorgeous and since when did that stupid huge guy that he’d known since high school have any sort of effect like this on him?

Sick and tired of not having the upper hand in the situation (which alone made his imagination turn to things like I wonder if he holds that...the way he holds that microphone?) Brian did what Brian did best. Sly sideways looks when he held his guitar in the air, swaying his hips with his guitar just inside them anytime Shads came even close to him, his signature smirk constantly teasing his lips at just the right opportune moments when he knew it would drive the vocalist through the roof.

It slowly simmered into a hot little game of theirs that they assumed no one else noticed. Which mostly, they didn’t. Only Jimmy did. The drummer would sit behind his drumset, giggling to himself when Matt’s butt pats turned into slaps and then grabs. Rolled his eyes to himself when Shads started taking more and more ‘water breaks’ during Syn’s solos just so he didn’t have to be tortured by them. Cackled to himself when a flash of jealousy started to run across the singer’s face whenever the twin leads ground up against one another during their solos.

Brian began to quite enjoy their little game. Already pretty cocksure and possibly narcissistic, Syn loved the little reactions he’d pull out of the macho singer. He slowly learned which moves drove him past the point of sanity and did those as much as humanly possible when around the guy. It wasn’t until one day that their eyes met across the room that he realized he may have been taking it too far.

Those deep hazel eyes held something more than lust and he could hardly breathe when he realized his own reaction to said look. He’d dropped his lashes, only to raise them and return the look with his own puppy brown eyes.

Matt didn’t know what to do. He’d given Brian the pleading look to let him know that maybe they should stop. If the guitarist wasn’t going to give him what he wanted--needed--then he really should stop. But then he’d seen those big chocolate eyes look up at him from under those long lashes and he was done for.

Oh, fuck.

This had taken a dark turn and was no longer about just fucking, but Shads had no idea what it was about. After that, it began to dawn on him that he needed to own Brian in the absolute worst way. Not only could he see Synsyster clear as day bent over in front of him and taking him all night, he could see them arm in arm on the beach, or kissing at sunset, hanging out just the two of them watching tv. What the fuck?? Not one for romance, Shadows was absolutely clueless as to how to proceed or what to think. But the look Brian had given him...that meant game on and it was only a matter of time.

Shadows tried to figure out something--something to tell Brian what he meant to him, the guy deserved to be romanced at least a little--but came up with absolute jack. Night after night went by and he could see it eating away at the lead. Eventually Matt got so frustrated sexually that he gave up and decided that night was the night. So he’d taken off his shirt during the first song and sent Gates just about every single signal he could possibly think of. By the end of the set, Syn was practically shaking with anticipation and Matt was hard as a fucking rock.

Alive with adrenaline, he hung out after the show only long enough to not seem obvious before stealing away to the bus. He’d put his shirt back on after the show, so he stripped it off again before climbing into his own bunk and waited.
Seconds seemed like hours before he heard the door click and Matt attempted to regulate his breathing.

“Shads?”
Matt smiled to himself in relief, “Get the fuck in here, Gates.”
Brian jumped at the voice that seemed to come from nowhere. Heart thundering in his chest as he realized oh, shit this is finally really happening, Syn pulled his shirt over his head and yanked off his pants before climbing into Matt’s bunk in only boxers and an erection.

The second he was laying down, Brian was being pulled into strong arms and up against a thick chest. Needy lips covered his possessively as the singer’s tongue shoved into his mouth and Syn melted into the huge man, giving up control so fast it made his head spin. When the mind-shattering kiss was over, he slowly opened his eyes to find glittering golden-hazel eyes momentarily soft and curious.

“I’ve never done this before, Brian. Tell me what to do.”

Gates searched for his voice and words as a large meaty hand drifted down his back and pulled him in by his backside--up against a bulge so big his eyes widened and his mouth went dry.

Brian finally stuttered, “For you, Matty? Start with one finger, then add one, and another one. That should….” His eyes dragged down before back up and giving the guy a teasing look, “Will hopefully do it.”

Matt nervously smirked and produced a small bottle of lube from his jean’s pocket. His eyes fluttered closed and he almost dropped it, when he felt Syn grab him through his pants.

Breathing hard, Shads yanked his hand away, holding him by the wrist as he watched pupils blow wide, “I wouldn’t do that, Brian. This is already going to not last. This has gotten so out of control and you’ve teased me for so long, I’m gonna blow any second now.”

A pretty blush covered Brian’s cheeks before he gave the singer his best flirty, innocent eyes and kept contact almost the whole time as he rolled over and slowly pulled his boxer down over his ass and drug them off his body. The second Synyster had turned enough that he wasn't being assaulted by shining brown eyes anymore, Matt hurriedly unzipped and shimmied in the small space until his jeans were bunched up at the other end of the bunk.
Popping the top of the tube, Matt lubed up some fingers and stared at Syn’s back as he slowly ran a hand down the powerful, taught lines of it and down between his cheeks. Leaning in, he moved the long dark locks aside with his other hand to press his lips to his guitarist's neck, smiling when he shivered at his touch.

Shads fought to keep his persona in check. He couldn’t wait to demand Brian’s ass and make him explode--but right now he was a nervous fucking train wreck. His skin crawled and his ears buzzed. Forcing himself to take it a step at a time, he rubbed a single finger over the tight ring of muscle and nuzzled at Brian’s ear. When he pushed the finger in, Matt lightly bit at the shell of Syn’s ear and Syn moaned. Shadows’ breath caught and brown eyes closed. It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard--softly escaping past those perfectly formed lips.

“Brian…” It came out before he could stop it--an intimate moan of his new lover’s name--truly in awe of the beauty before him. Syn smiled lightly, but then gasped and stuttered when he moved the thick finger.

When Matt tentatively added a finger, Gates jerked and shoved a hand up against the wall of the bunk to brace himself, “Oh-god-Matty--”

Shadows closed his eyes with impatience. Fuck, everything the man did was hot and watching him fall apart already was more than he thought he could take. Not to mention, putting the -y- at the end of his name made it more personal and hinted that Brian was more than ready to fall into the submissive role Matt was going to need him to be in--in so many more ways than one.

Glancing over Brian’s shoulder as he moved his fingers, the singer found Gates rock hard and leaking...and then oh fuck--stroking himself.

Chuckling into his ear, Matt stroked his hair, “Don’t come too soon for me, Bri. You’ve got a long way to go before you’re truly ready for me.”

The hunk’s deep words made Syn shiver and he was right, so he let go of himself. Matt moved his fingers more, deeper, scissoring. For never having done this he sure was fucking awesome at it, Gates thought to himself. When he finally added a third, Brian gave a much louder, breathier moan that almost made the singer cream his boxers.

“Jesus, Bri...you’re so fuckin’ hot--” Matt breathily whispered into the lead’s neck, clenching his fingers into his silky strands.

Synyster was more than used to being worshiped, but with Matt it was very different. It made him all warm and fuzzy inside. The fingers buried deep inside him grazed over that cherished spot and Syn twitched, another wonderful moan sounding.

“Matt, stop, you’re gonna make me--” His words caught in his throat when Shads pushed at that very spot, his orgasm tearing through him lightning hot fast as his come drenched the sheets and he spasmed, “Matty--!!”

He jerked back against the singer and Matt’s free arm folded around under him, pulling him in even tighter as the intimacy of climax ebbed away.
Shadows chuckled lowly, “I wouldn’t’ve been much good to you, anyway, Brian…”

After a few moments of trying to hear and see and comprehend anything again, Syn turned his head slightly as meaty fingers left him--looking up into still lust-blown hazel eyes, “You can still fuck me, Shads. I might even come again, but even if I don’t, it doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy it.”
“Really?”
“Really. Just….go slow.”
“Of course, Bri.”

Syn turned away again and wrapped his fingers around the forearm holding his chest, trying to remind himself to relax. But there was no amount of relax to make up for Matthew.

Shadows gently found Brian and exhaled and gasped when he had to very forcefully just push the head in. Tightness blinded him and he barely even heard the pained whines coming from the body he was barely inside.

“Fucking christ, dude--” Matt’s one hand gripped tight at Syn’s hip, the other clutching at his shoulder as he bit hard into the same shoulder, slipping in a little further.

“Matty--I can’t--” Cracked, high words fell out of Brian’s mouth and somewhere through the haze that was enveloping him, Matt realized his lover was in pain. Shads licked out over the bite marks and then kissed soothing little kisses across tensed, broad shoulders.
“Shhh, BriBri…” Shadows ran his hand over Syn’s shaking thigh and up over his flat abs and chest until his breathing became more even, “There ya go, baby...that’s it…”

The very idea of being Matt’s baby made a smile ghost over the guitarist’s lips and helped ease him along further. Then, suddenly, Matt pushed the rest of the way in.

“Oh god that wasn’t all of you...fuck…” Brian reminded himself to breathe as he arched back and grabbed a fistful of mohawk. Watching the bending and flexing of Syn’s body along with the sudden jerk of his hair had Matt growling and shoving his hips up against Brian’s pale ass cheeks as the smaller man yelped.

Realizing just how much he was going to enjoy this--the lead singer grinned and once again gripped at Gates’ hip.
“You better be ready for me by now, ‘cause I can’t stop myself any longer, Synyster--” Matt pulled out about half way and pushed back in, eyes going into the back of his head as he mouth fell open. There were no words in the entire universe…

“God, Brian--”
“Matty--” His voice had lost all hopes of masculinity and now begged highly for his lover. Turning his face into Shadows’ bulky arm, Brian desperately bit down to keep himself from screaming at the top of his lungs and was happy when this move earned him an oh-so-manly snarl and deeper, harder thrusting.

Matt’s eyes blew wide when he barely opened them and peeked down to find Gates hard again and then had to close them once more when the lead started fucking himself back onto the thickness that was currently inside him.

Afraid his own hands would tear Brian in two, Matt searched for anything else to hold onto as he felt the heat start low inside. The vocalist’s fingers tightened around frame bars, teeth bit harder into his bicep, and oh thank god, he felt Synyster tighten around his shaft.

“Fuck, Brian, I’m coming--” The second he saw Brian’s second orgasm start, Matt let go with a loud scream tearing out of his throat when the blinding white light hit as his last thrusts milked every single drop out of him.
Synyster’s teeth let go and a beautiful, loud moan came endlessly tumbling out of his mouth as he stroked himself through his end.

Minutes ticked by and neither of them wanted to admit it was over. Breathing finally returned to normal and Matt slowly put his arms around Brian, gathering him even closer. Kissing into the messy black strands, Matt mumbled, “Was wondering when you’d stop trying to resist me.”
Synyster could only smile, kissing the harsh bite marks he’d left in Matt’s arm.
The singer chuckled, “You gonna clean that up?” He looked at the mess Brian had made in his bed.

“No. I’m going to sleep.”
Shads heart warmed when the guitarist only snuggled deeper into his chest and they both slipped into the best sleep of their life.

Notes

the microphone comment...tell me you haven't thought about it........