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Runaway

Warmness On The Soul

**Vi’s POV**

I was quite satisfied with the woman that stared back at me in the mirror. She belonged here, she was pure rock ‘n’ roll so to speak, and she was ready to put up with whatever those people out there had to hurl her way.
Black heeled boots, sexy skirt, sexy top, black leather jacket, bright hair tossed, and of course--Saint Owen’s Gonzos to top it all off. I did my makeup in the bathroom so Zack wouldn’t see me until I was done. The look on his face when I emerged was worth a thousand insults from anyone else.

And he fucking looked like goddamn sex on a stick. His hair was perfectly gelled in place, his face just barely showing perfectly cut scruff that I couldn’t wait to have rubbing against my skin later. Oh damn, he’d gone with the blue collared “Elvis” shirt. I’d never told him it was one of my favorites, but there he was. Tight jeans with his bandanna hanging out the back pocket. Studs in his ears. Tattoos calling my name. Fuck, I had it bad.

After his sparkling eyes ran down and backup my body, he pulled me to him and snarled in my ear, “You are in so much trouble when this night is over, missy.”
I only grinned back and we were rolling.

Zack held my hand as I walked behind him off the bus, through a slew of fans, and towards the backstage area of the venue. I steeled my outer self and at first I was starting to wonder if anyone was even going to pay any attention to me at all. Then I started to hear them.

Homewrecker. Slut. Groupie.
Hot piece of ass. Badass. New girlfriend.
That’s his model. My name. I love you!
Wannabe. Rebound. Newest bimbo.


“Just ignore them, Vi. You’re going to have to get used to that shit.” Joey mumbled behind me. I nodded, trying to hide the smirk that threatened at my dark lips.
Their taunts and praise alike only goaded me on. Made me feel powerful, made me feel like I’d always wanted: different.

Is this how Zacky’d always felt? When he was made fun of, but then made it in the real world to forever throw those taunts back in their faces? True, I was nothing like them--I wasn’t famous, I wasn’t gifted--but the only reason they were calling me names good or bad was because I was living the way I wanted to live, by my rules, and it happened to get me the love of a world famous rhythm guitarist. Damn, I was fucking high on this shit.

When Zacky finally turned his head to make sure I was alright, I smirked back at him to let him know I was more than fine. His pouty Zacky V smirk back said he knew exactly how I felt. He squeezed his fingers around mine, making my skin crawl hot with the whole experience.



I let them all go off and do their own individual rituals and warm-ups, making conversation with whoever happened to not be busy at the moment. I did my best not to be in the way, and went to watch the opening bands when they went on. As I watched the crew change the stage to Avenged Sevenfold’s set, Shadows walked up behind me--sparkling those dimples down at me.

“Your initiation also involves telling Christ when we’re on in fifteen,” He grinned.
I cocked a brow at the tall guy, but shrugged.
Ten minutes later, I knocked on Johnny’s door.

“Go fuck yourself!”

I opened the door with a sassy smirk, “You’re on in fifteen, rock star.”

The bassist’s face fell and paled when he saw it was me. Then, a moment later, he recovered, lifted both eyebrows, and gave me a sideways smile, “Fuck you, Violet.”



I shook my head, chuckled, and shut the door.

The other four giggled there in the hallway and Zacky stepped closer to wrap his arms around my waist, “Welcome to the family, honey.”

Brian slapped him over the head, “You’re such a dork.”

*

It’s not like I’d never seen them live before, but god. damn. This close up it was even more magnetic, more magic, more earth-shattering. The opening of the Stage was unlike anything they’d ever done. By the time Zack even entered the spotlight my skin was already crawling. The very air crackled with excitement.



Zacky was just as I’d seen him live before: confident, but with that adorable aloofness that made him irresistible, strumming away like it was second nature because it was. The difference, obviously, was this time after seeing him do what he did best, I got to take him back to the bus and have my way with him. Me. Not only would it be crazy fucking hot, we’d be making love.

I sighed inwardly as I watched the man I loved unfold into his true stage presence. Maybe a little less cocky and bratty than he’d been 10 years ago, he was still all Vengeance. My Vengeance. My heart lurched in my chest at the moment, when I realized just how much I was finally living life--holding true to the permanent ink on my body. Raise hell and a glass.

That sexy as hell guitarist was going to get it tonight. As much as I wanted to fuck him senseless, I also just wanted to show him how much he meant to me. I’d have to find other ways to show him this later, but tonight he’d get shown in between the sheets.

**Zacky’s POV**

There wasn’t anything in this world like it. A rush so high and so lasting that I’d have to get fucked to sleep, if not also drink a lot. Our fans really were the best and tonight had been one of the better opening nights after a little time off. After throwing all my picks at the crowd, I turned to look for that beautiful head of bright purple hair. But she wasn’t there.

As I trotted off stage, guzzling the water thrown at me and wiping the towel over my face and neck, Joey came up to me and leaned down to my ear, “Violet’s already on the bus.”

I raised both brows and he just chuckled and walked with me that direction. It was a warm summer night, and I was just starting to stop sweating. The a/c on the bus felt divine and I took a deep breath of relaxation before I dared open that door to the back of the bus.

“In here, sexy.”

That wasn’t the back of the bus, though. She was in my bunk. I guess it wasn’t our night for the bedroom and she didn’t want to owe the guys any favors. I was down to my boxers in two seconds flat and climbed in eagerly.

My breath hitched. She, of course, was already beautifully naked--mostly on her stomach to show off the nice curve of her ass, barely leaning up on a hand so she could give me the best come-hither look I’d ever seen.

“There’s my guitarist. I thought I’d wait for you like this.”

I swallowed hard, “Great idea.” I had nothin’. I inched closer to her, for now just taking her in with my eyes before I devoured her. “I’m all sweaty, we could jump in the shower if ya want.”

Violet rolled onto her side so I could see those kickass tits, “I love you all sweaty,” I groaned hard when she licked and kissed up my neck and ran her hand down the middle of my sweaty chest, “I love you all bratty. I love you trim, I love you thicker. I love you on stage, I love you off.” My hands drifted down her back and over the swell of her backside, my eyes closing as I got lost in her sweet words, “I love your green eyes and how much they see into your punky, sweet soul. I love that you don’t care what anyone else thinks, but you care what I think.” She cuddled up to me, holding me close to her while she continued to kiss my skin and basically serenade me, “I love that you’re able to switch in the bedroom. I love when you get a little jealous, yet you’re patient with me.” Violet paused until I opened my eyes to meet hers. She was lying there in my arms, looking up at me with the most naked, open, loving look I’d ever seen, “I love you body and soul, Zack.”

We didn’t say it often to one another, and she’d just said it a plethora of times. I soothed over her bright hair with a hint of a smile, blinking a few times as she grinned back at me.
“I love you, too, Violet.”

She pulled up from my chest so that we were face to face and put her lips to mine. They delicately asked for permission and my lips parted as she pressed closer and her tongue delved into my mouth. My arms wrapped her closer and her fingers graced over my hair. Oh, god, there it was. That kiss. That kiss that we’d had from the very beginning. The one that should have been the biggest indicator that we’d been in too deep from the get go.
I murmured and she answered, wrapping her leg around my hip. When I tried to push her onto her back, though, I wound up on mine.

As much as I wanted to pleasure her I couldn’t help but give into her as she descended down my body. She took her time as I grew achingly hard. Before she even got to my boxers, my heart stopped and tied up in knots. She was taking care of me. In the tenderest of ways.

I stroked her hair lovingly and groaned when she pulled at my boxers. As they came down, she went down--sliding her mouth slowly over my shaft and right back up. I popped free and she helped get the damn things off and out of the way. I fell back into the small bed when swallowed me again. Ah, god. My mind scattered as she slowly worked me up--her tongue and her suction only barely increasing over what seemed like an eternity. I grabbed onto the bedframe above me with one hand, the other still in her long tresses as I crept towards finishing. Out of the corner of my mind I felt her fingers caress up the inside of my leg, but still arched back in surprise and gasped when she firmly grabbed my sac.

“Fuck, Vi, I’m gonna come--”

I came in her warm mouth, her lips making each jet feel like individual heavens. I groaned and I cried out, the orgasm nearly tearing me apart. As I lay panting, she climbed over me, sweetly kissing my lips.
I held her gently by the back of the neck, “You give the best head, baby. I mean it. Ugh, and when you fucking swallow, jesus fuck…” I rolled my eyes back for emphasis and she giggled back, a naughty smile on her lips.

“I like swallowing, for you.” Her eyes danced and that alone got me hard again instantly, “It sounds cheesy, but it’s like proof of our connection.”

“You’re too good to me, baby,” I smiled and kissed her. She deepened the kiss, enveloping my shaft in her sweet, wet pussy until we were fully joined. Violet let me see the surrender on her face, tilting it up towards me as her lips parted in a deliciously seductive gasp that let me know how much she loved having me inside her. Damn, I loved pleasing her.

She let me raise my hips a couple of times to push myself farther into and then out of her, before she took over. I groaned as she slowly stroked me with her vagina, intermittently kissing me. Since we were in the bunk, we had to stay extremely close and it made it even more intimate. We weren’t like this often--her on top of me and plastered to my front. Normally, we were in all sorts of crazy positions--of which we of course had our favorites. But this wasn’t usually in the mix. It was hot. I was reminded of our first time and how slowly she took me in, like I was some beast she couldn’t possibly fit in her.

Now I watched as she expertly rode me, her hips rising and falling over mine--or rolling back and forth until she couldn’t take it anymore. I wasn’t sure what she was waiting for, she’d usually have come two or three times by now. But I wasn’t about to step in, the torment on her face and in the tightness of her body too good to interrupt.

“Zack--” She whispered femininely into my neck.
I cradled her head against me, “Come baby, please…”

Violet began whimpering and vibrating towards her end and I felt the slow spread of warmth that meant mine wasn’t far behind. I grabbed her hips, helping her ride my cock as I grit my teeth.
She chanted my name as she came, shuddering around my dick. Her tightening made me groan, my fingers clutching her hair as I grunted into it.
“Fuck, Vi--”

It built and built and kept fucking building. Jesus. It finally expelled into her as I held on for dear life--electric tingles racing over my skin as the hot waves pulsed down the length of my cock. We were so close, physically and otherwise, clinging to one another desperately as our climaxes rocked the very air.

We both panted and laid there awhile, her body eventually relaxing and slumping against mine. I stroked her mussed hair, kissing her temple before whispering down at her, “You okay, baby?”

“Mmmm…” Violet hummed, her fingers absentmindedly playing with my hair as she placed a few kisses on my neck.
I put one hand behind my head and used the other to raise her chin so our eyes locked, “Where did that come from, Violet? That was...fucking amazing.”

A lazy smile threatened at the corners of her well-fucked lips, “Just had a moment watching you on stage tonight. How incredible you are, how in love with you I am, how I wanted to show you.”

She had one hell of a way with words tonight. I chuckled, cupping her cheek to bring her lips to mine in a lingering kiss.

“Well you did a bang up job, sweetie, I feel fantastic.” My fingers now trailed down her hair and down the middle of her back. I smirked when she twitched, her eyelids fluttering, “Can I make you feel fantastic now?” I cupped her asscheek and pushed her down onto me so she’d feel I was still hard inside her. Violet gasped and giggled when I rolled her under me.

What she’d just done to me, for me, was fanfuckingfabulous--but I needed now to show her how I wanted to show affection at the moment. By making us both come hard and fast and loud. I drove forward and up into her, snapping my hips from the first hard thrust.

“Zacky!!” She screamed, nails digging into my shoulders as her legs immediately folded up to make room for my rough ministrations. Moans tumbled from her mouth, escalating so fast into climax that I couldn’t help the deep chuckle I threw at her. As soon as she'd orgasmed, she was back pleading for more, making entreaties to the gods. There she is, my baby.

“Fuck, Violet--yes, baby--” Uh, god she felt so good. Driving into her was a crazy awesome feeling I was helplessly addicted to and there was no saving me. Going hard made it arrive hot and fast and I wasn’t going to stop it.

“Now, honey--god--” I shoved up against her when it hit, hoping that alone would do it for her. Propped up on my elbows, I moaned as the last of it emptied onto her beckoning walls, sighing in relief when her pussy welcomed the fullness of my cock with wonderful little spasms.

I slumped over her, invading her mouth with my searching tongue and hungry lips, “Don’t worry, I’m done…” I heaved out, gasping for breath, “Just...wow, baby…” I leaned my forehead to hers for a moment before collapsing next to her on my back. I chuckled when I realized just how gross I was, “Vi, I’m disgusting. Can’t believe you just made love to me in this condition.” I smiled wide at her, happy she had, though.

She turned onto her side like it was the hardest thing she’d ever done--her happy, sated eyes drifting up to mine as she groaned. A single finger of hers made its way down my arm, “Are you fucking kidding? You look fuckin’ hot all sweaty.” She bit her lip for emphasis and I raised a brow at her. I wasn’t about to question in which ways she found me hot. I rolled onto my side, with effort like she had, to face her.

“You faced those taunts like a fuckin’ champ today, baby. Now that was hot.” I’d never forget looking back at her, only to find her giving me the cockiest glance I’d ever witnessed. One that would have rivaled me in my twenties. She didn’t just mind the taunts, she was thriving. My chest had swelled with pride, knowing exactly how she felt. I’d long since gotten used to them. They now rolled off my shoulders, but once upon a time they’d only encouraged me. Hence the name. The fact that she got this so well just further pointed out how made for each other we were.

“Thanks.” Violet smirked, “To be completely honest, I wasn’t sure how I’d react. I had mentally prepared myself, but...that was a fuckin’ trip. That, followed by watching you all night? I was so unbelievably worked up.”

I chuckled looking over her now-satisfied demeanor. God, I’d give anything to have her on the entire tour. I wanted to show her off to the fucking world and dare them all to breathe a word. But two weeks was what I would get, “C’mon. If we jump in the shower now we won’t have to necessarily stick to the half hour, versus if we wait ‘til morning.” And just because I wasn’t hard didn’t mean I couldn’t make her come again.

Violet smiled faintly and tumbled awkwardly out of my bunk. I followed her, kissing her shoulders from behind her as she dug around in her bunk for some lounge wear. I almost broke down in a fit of giggles when Brooks walked onto the bus.



“Oh, jesus fuck, you two.” He shook his head, his eyes lingering for a second too long as she glanced up. Violet laughed and didn’t skip a beat as he got off the bus as fast as he could.

“Know what he’ll be masturbating to tonight,” I laughed.
“Could you not?” She turned and gave me a fake frustrated look, “I don’t need to be thinking about him in that way, at all. I’ve already slept with enough of you.”

I raised both brows. I was joking, but she was attracted to him?

“You’re...attracted to my drummer?” I kept judgement out of my tone, but just barely.
She swayed towards the bathroom, “I’m trying like hell not to be.” Violet shrugged. I closed the door behind us and turned on the water, “But ya gotta admit he’s got an air about him.”
I grinned and shook my head again, “I don’t have to admit anything. But whatever floats your boat, babe.”
She pulled me under the soothingly cool shower, “You float my boat, Vengeance.”

I shut her up by washing her hair for her and by the time I was washing out the conditioner, she was putty in my hands. Hands that I wanted to use to make her feel safe, feel amazing, feel like she was mine. I swept one over her soaked hair until she was looking dazed up at me,

“I know you don’t let me in like you did tonight every time, Violet. I want you to know what that meant to me and that I don’t take it lightly. Getting to love you is fucking mind-blowing, but you loving me so openly back?” I had to pause, the feeling so overwhelming, “I...I know you’ve built this person you’re extremely proud of being. I know exactly what that feels like, to build it brick by brick so it’s so strong no one will ever break it. And I know you feel like opening up to me the way you did tonight will make those bricks crack, because it’s how I feel, too. Just know that I’m not here to take you down.”

Violet held my gaze for only a moment, her eyes misting over before she hugged me close. We stayed like that for minutes on end, letting my words seep into those cracks we both had now. I knew her love would actually fill those cracks, helping me build an even stronger foundation that let me be who I am. I just had to hope she felt the same way.

***

Notes



Awwww my god, right?! SWEET AND HOT. I don't do this all that often, I think, so I hope you guys really enjoyed it. Falling in love is fucking scary as shit, and they're still on rocky ground so to speak.

Please comment, and thanks sooo much for reading!

p.s. I updated a gif in the last chapter that I forgot to include when posting, so please go back and check it out--PROMISE it's worth it ; ) A very special thank you to Shazz who is the reason I have said totally fucking awesome, spank bank worthy gif. God bless Gates. That motherfucking tease (that post earlier today, jesus fuck dude....like Vi said "could you not?")

Comments

@rizanicole
Thanks for appreciating that little tidbit!! I can't wait to get some one day, I bet it is really fun! Hope you like yours!
@overneaththepathofmisery
RIGHT?!? hahaha

FINALLY! *praise the lord, motherfucker!*

Yaaaaay!! So glad to see them back together, and in a (potentially) more stable situation! I really love the detail of her taking out her contacts for this conversation, it makes the whole thing feel very real and vulnerable. (I wore colored contacts for the first time a couple weeks ago, and dang, they can really make you feel like a different person, lol!)

rizanicole rizanicole
6/1/19

@overneaththepathofmisery
Bahaha right?!? Well, here ya go!

violetvictoria violetvictoria
5/27/19

Bitches (and I use that term AFFECTIONATELY) better be figuring their shit out *shakes fist in a completely non threatening, entirely laughable manner*