“Goddammit, Gates,” Matt’s huge body fell on top of Brian’s as they toppled onto Syn’s bed. The guitarist wasn’t sure exactly what had gotten into the singer, but he’d fucking take it. His hands were owning and insistent and grabby, just like his lips were on his. He never had bothered with a shirt, but made a mad dash for the car and then the bedroom, yanking the stumbling guitarist behind him. Matt was snarly and his brow furrowed, almost like he was more pissed off than turned on.

“I need to fuck you so. hard. right now.” Matt didn’t care how sexy his words were and honestly wasn’t caring too much about if he’d hurt Brian or not. Syn hurriedly stripped off his own shirt, swallowing hard at how hot Matt was acting. Why was he like this? He was the one that had been showing his body off all day, yet he needed Brian?? Not that he cared.

Suddenly the bulky body disappeared off of him and was scrambling around in his own bag. When he produced handcuffs, Syn swallowed hard again. They hadn’t really gotten very kinky yet.

“Wh-what are those for?”

“So you can’t get away from me.” The oh so dark look in those green eyes made Gates squirm. Shadows raised over him and had Syn cuffed to the bed in no time before pulling off his jeans, hurriedly followed by his own.

Narrowed eyes bore into wide brown as the singer growled down at him, “I’m this close to just fucking you right now. If I didn’t love you, I would. But I do, so I’ll be nice.” As he spoke, Matt lubed up two fingers and slid them into Synyster. Gates moaned and pulled at the cuffs as Shadows continued, “You’re only getting two, though, and not for long--so I’d concentrate on relaxing, Synyster.”

Matt wasn’t lying. He’d only scissored a little after some hurried finger-fucking before Brian felt him quickly retreat and he was being stretched by that thick cock.

“Shads--” Syn arched up off the bed, wincing as he attempted to embrace the pain, “Uhhh, you’re way too thick to do that, dude--”
“Too bad.” He seethed through clenched teeth as his head fell back, “Like I said, baby. Hard and fast. So I can get the fuck to sleep. Stretch, baby, ‘cause it’s comin’.”

Brian couldn’t help the little whimper that escaped due to Matt’s apparent primal need for him. Eyes closing, Syn forced himself to relax, spreading his legs wider as Shads held on.
“That’s it, baby…” Matt cooed in that deep baritone, half-lidded eyes dragging down over the guitarist’s strained, muscled upper body as he struggled against his restraints. Feeling Gates accept him, Shadows thrust farther in--fucking harder and harder into his submissive lover.

He loved watching Brian ride that thin line--the pain and pleasure mixing beautifully together over his angelic face. With his hands tied over his head he was even more gorgeous, if that were even possible.

Eventually the pain ebbed completely away and was replaced with heat that bloomed over his body and made him want to die in the intense pleasure. His dominant Shadows was huge and rippling and was fucking like an uncaged beast. The look in his devilish green eyes alone made Brian moan for more, even if he was constantly wondering how much more he could possibly take. Long fingers wrapped around the chain in between the cuffs above him, desperate for something to hold onto as beautiful sounds escaped beautiful lips. As much as Brian was dying to keep watching Matt’s chest heave and sweat, his eyelids fluttered closed as his body writhed.

“Shads--touch me--please--”
Gates felt the huge body raise over him and felt his wrists being released. Barely opening his eyes, they widened when he found fiery hazel eyes glaring at him from only inches away.

“I want to watch you stroke yourself, Brian. Make yourself come.”

Syn could only stare as Matt stood up and started fucking again, slits of honey eyes staring back. A long, pained groan came out of Brian’s throat the second his long fingers wrapped around his throbbing, neglected erection.

“Yessss. That’s a good Brian.” Matt hissed.
They both immediately went faster, little grunts and moans filling the room.

“Holy christ, Matt--” Syn’s toes curled when Shads hit that sweet spot dead on and hard, making his orgasm shoot through him at record pace, out onto his own chest as he whined and twisted in ecstasy.
Watching Brian was just the little extra Shadows needed to be thrown headlong over the edge--growling deep in hot release as he came into Synyster.

Sweaty, rock hard bodies hit the bed. Matt desperately wanted to go to sleep, but he figured he should at least help poor Brian clean up first. Grabbing them both some water, Shads threw Syn his tshirt, curled up behind him, and went right to sleep.

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

Gates watched in the mirror as the makeup artist finished. He was holy fuck hot. After Shads fucked like he had last night, Bri kinda worried what would be done to him later tonight. Synyster put his bandanna and fedora in place and left makeup, walking out like he owned the place. But fuck if Shads didn’t look just as fucking fuckable. Jesus. He was already done up, too, despite the fact that he didn’t have a scene for awhile. Damn, he cleaned up nice.

Shadows felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. Syn may as well have been walking in slow motion as he walked out of makeup. Black head to toe, fedora perfectly in place with just enough tufts of black hair falling out to totally work for him, black suit, black tie, black sunglasses. Then Gates stepped into the scene with everyone else at the burial site--and took off the shades.

Was he trying to kill him? That eyeliner. The cheekbones. That jawline. It was all showcased by a perfectly put together ensemble and it had Shads clenching his jaw as he watched off set.
It was a sad, mournful scene as all his brothers stood there with their “girlfriends”. They all looked good, perfect suits and perfect hair and perfect makeup. The stoic look on Synyster’s face only added to his overall appearance.


Brian played the part of eye-candy well. He focused on his role and didn’t look over once at his drooling boyfriend. The boys all complimented one another on how they were all good looking mother fuckers, but they all admitted Gates looked the best--but after all he was the one climbing up on top of a casket.

As they got Synyster ready for the inappropriate scene, Johnny talked at the cameras, “Like a rock star, dancing all over a dead person. It’s not very cool, but we’re assholes.”

Matt loved watching Brian play, and it wasn’t like he got to really do it that often. And he knew everyone would be either looking at Gates or the coffin, so he got to stare as Synyster absolutely owned that camera--knowing exactly how to sex up his role just enough and not over the top.

Brian waited for the perfect moment, knowing full well he was being stared at, and raised his blacked-out, chocolaty gaze to a hazel one full of pure awe--for a heart stopping moment where all time seemed to cease to exist and Matt’s heart thundered away in his chest. The beast of the previous night melted away and was replaced with a boyfriend who wanted nothing else but to worship the beautiful being in front of him all night long.



He knew Gates was right, they were terrible for one another’s egos. But he didn’t care. A guy that fucking gorgeous and talented deserved to be built up to the sky--even if it went to his head a little. While Brian had always adored attention a little too much (not that Matt didn’t), he was never an asshole about it and he’d always been the one that was the most appreciative of his fans.

Eventually the guitar-in-the-hip playing by the guitar god was over and the band filmed their last scene of the whole shoot together. Brian’s heart caught in his throat a little when Matt so easily acted out the sad but cute moments with his “son.”

Isham yelled “alright, people, stick a fork in it! We’re done!!” And everyone went around with hugs and congratulations after three long days of shooting.

Shadows discreetly held some of Brian’s fingers in his, leaning into his ear, “Don’t you dare change, Gates.”
Brian’s black eyes met Matt’s, “I won’t if you won’t, handsome.”
This made the singer blush adorably, which made the guitarist finally smile.

******

The two dressed up, turned on males stared back at one another. It had been a quiet ride home and Brian was utterly confused when instead of being shoved inside his own house like he’d been the previous night, their fingers had been laced together as they slowly made their way upstairs.
Matt took Brian’s perfectly cut jawline in both his hands and gently spread Syn’s lips with his searching and soft tongue. Gates’ stomach flip flopped as he was passionately kissed. Long fingers went to Matt’s thick waist before pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss, and clinging to the man’s back.

Barely pulling away, hazel eyes glittered as a playful smile pulled at the singer’s lips, “You are so damned beautiful, Gates.”
That blush that he loved so much crept over Brian’s high cheekbones as the dark brown eyes peered wonderingly back at him out from their dark black surroundings.
“The black works for you. But you knew that,” His smile deepened along with his dimples, and Matt pushed the jacket over Syn’s shoulders before throwing it over a chair.

Syn opened his mouth to compliment his man back, but a thick finger was pushed to his lips as perfect green eyes commanded his attention and made him forget whatever he was going to say anyway, “No. Right now is all about you. After what I did to you last night, and how good you look right now, you deserve it. Enjoy it. It’s Synyster Gates worship time.”

As he was kissed again, Matt loosened his tie and undid all the buttons on his shirt, taking his time. He let Brian do the same to him, long nimble fingers following the vocalist’s lead and not rushing it.

Eventually Gates was shirtless and Matt softly started kissing down his neck, across his collarbone, over his chest. Brown eyes fluttered shut and long fingers left their almost finished task of getting Matt naked. Shads undid his last two buttons and removed his own shirts. Both of them still in pants, Shadows leaned Synyster back on the bed. Hazel eyes teased up as Gates was kissed down his hard body and his pants were undone.

Guitar fingers moved over broad shoulders as Matt settled over his hips and pulled Brian out of his briefs. Little moans sounded above him as the singer swallowed Syn down and licked and sucked until his cock was hard and aching.
Gates whimpered when the hot mouth left him and Matt stood up to remove the pants and finally take off his own. He did so slowly, letting Brian enjoy himself as brown eyes skirted down the the heavenly built body to his waiting prize for being such a good little Gates.

Matt nudged Brian’s thighs up and out, licking up his shaft as he pushed in two lubed fingers. Syn groaned and tried to grasp at Shads perfectly messy black hair only to remember he didn’t have any.

“Matthew….”

His real name and the way Brian said it made Shads’ hair stand on end. Making sure he’d be nice and ready for him, Matt kissed and licked appreciatively up the writhing torso under him and captured open, pleading lips with his. Synyster felt Matt settle in between his legs and harden up against his thigh. Brian held onto huge shoulders as Shads broke the kiss--loving hazel eyes looking down into burning mocha as he guided himself into the guitarist.

“Uhhh, Brian--” Green eyes closed as Matt fought to remain in control over his lover. The vocalist made sure he only gently rolled his hips, wanting to give his boyfriend the entire boyfriend experience.
Which Syn fully appreciated. Looking up at him in absolute awe, Brian did his best to take in the moment while at the same time let the pleasure mount deep inside.

“Holy shit, baby…” Gates moaned, scratching lightly down Matt’s sculpted back. A pained looked crossed the larger man’s face as he held back.
“Brian, fuck, you can’t do that…” Shads wasn’t ready for what he opened his eyes to.

Syn lay there under him, big brown eyes feigning innocence and a fucking finger in his mouth as he whispered a coy, “Sorry, Shads.”

A huge smile creased Matt’s face, dimples falling everywhere, and he leaned down to kiss the guitarist--taking him in his thick arms. With one under his arched back and the other hand cradling a head of beautiful long black locks, Matt’s mouth covered Brian’s--tongue diving deep--as his hips rolled a little deeper and a little faster.

Brian couldn’t believe what Matt was doing. While he absolutely adored growly, dominating Shadows--this wonderful guy that had shown up was blowing his mind. Holy shit, he’s making love to me. The moment it dawned on Synyster, it almost made him finish right then.

“Matty--” Little moans accompanied his name as he continued to be kissed and fawned over and penetrated in the absolute best of ways.
“Yes, Bri…?” Shads husked out to the man in his arms.
Lost in the sea of emotions and electricity Matt was sending through his body, Gates just let it out.

“I love you.”

Shadows wasn’t even phased, lost in the moment just as much as the guitarist was, “I love you, too, Bri.”
Synyster got another deep kiss with his answer and Gates melted even further into the sheets.

“I’m so done, baby--” Brian whined highly, feeling the edge starting to creep up from his toes and fingers inwards as all reality and sanity began to fall apart in his mind and in front of his eyes.

Matt didn’t change his rhythm, but just held on tight to the falling apart guitarist, “Then come for me, Synyster. I love watching you come. You know that, baby.”

That deep baritone in his ear definitely helped. A cute smile flashed across Brian’s face as Matt laid him back a little--breaking away just enough to get to watch his face. It was his absolute favorite part every fucking time. Those cupid bow lips parted, beautiful sounds came out, brown eyes closed, and then he fucking comes. Large hand at the smaller man’s neck, cradling it as he came, Matt enjoyed every moment as he felt the orgasm between them.

“Oh, fuck, Brian--god--” Shads stuttered into his own release--final and hot and all-consuming. His teeth bared as he came, holding himself over Gates until he his arms buckled. Matt literally fell into Brian’s arms and the guitarist was happy to have the huge guy groaning into his mouth as he found himself in a crushing kiss while Matt rode out his finish.

Shads stilled and the kiss slowed until it softly ended, hazel slits barely opening to find beautifully satisfied brown ones. The two slightly smiled at each other.

Matt moved a strand of hair out of Brian’s face with a finger, green eyes glittering, “How was that?”
Syn chuckled as he ran a hand down the muscled torso and over his perfect ass, “You’re too good to me, Matty.”
“Impossible.” There were those dimples again, “Now…” He eased out of his lover, “Let’s put on some normal clothes and join the others. I’m sure they’re celebrating at Johnny’s by now. I gotta show you off when you’re lookin’ this hot.”

Brian could only smile in complacency as he blushed.

Notes

holy damn. puddle. on. the. fucking. floor.
I spent way too much time watching all those videos ; )
Damn, Gates. God was having a wonderful day when He made you. *fans herself*