Part of me was relieved Marilyn seemed so nervous. I was nervous as all fuck, but hiding it fairly well. What does one say to the greatest rhythm guitarist to ever grace a stage with his presence? One you have the world’s hottest hots for? Then again, I was also fully ready for absolutely nothing to be said whatsoever other than me screaming his name as I came. Zack had quite a reputation--and I had dressed the part to get his attention.

VU shirt with the neck cut and the best push-up bra I could find. It fit tight to show off how tiny I was--a type he was famous for liking. A very short skirt for easy access--purple and black to match my hair. Black lace up boots and some attitude.

Marilyn and I had been huddled together all morning because it was cold and rainy, but the sun had finally come out and we were getting more comfortable.

“You’re not gonna cave on getting him to sign your chest, right?” I gave her a high eyebrow.
“Fuck, no!” She scoffed, putting her hands under her boobs, “Matty’s gotta see the goods.” Marilyn winked back and I laughed. She pushed me jokingly, “It’s not like your exactly hiding yours from Zacky V.”
“Hell, no I’m not. I know how this works.” I smirked, faking my confidence in the matter. While I had perfected the art of the casual hookup, this was different. Very different.

I was so lucky to have a friend like Marilyn to share my obsession with. While we teased each other for liking different members of the band, on days like this it worked out. Or so I hoped beyond my wildest dreams anyway. We’d been working at a salon together and finally had enough of it and had recently decided to strike out on our own. In only another month, we’d be opening our own place in none of other than the beautiful beach town of Huntington. Marilyn had even come up with the most perfect fucking name. She always teased that I was a Siren--luring men to their deaths between my thighs.
We had so much to do before then, but I wasn’t focused on that at all at the moment.

The head of security explained how we’d be let in 50 people at a time and I figured we’d be in the second...okay maybe third group. Good. They’d have a nice buzz going by then. I tried to stay calm and eventually we made our way into the warehouse. Marilyn grabbed my wrist when she saw Matt and I couldn’t blame her. While I didn’t dig the beard, he still looked hot as fuck. My eyebrows hit my hairline, though, when he gave her the once...nope twice over while hugging the girl in front of us. When I saw she was going to do just fine, I slipped away to find Zacky.

We totally had a meet-eyes-across-the-room moment as I went to meet Brian first. Didn’t want to seem too eager. Syn was way more than chill--making sure he looked cool in his sunglasses inside. He was laid back and sweet and we took a selfie after talking a bit. When I headed towards Zack, his green eyes glanced up and he saw me coming over someone’s shoulder.



Fuck he looked good. Better than usual. He’d lost weight even in the short amount of time since he’d done that hilarious video at Johnny’s house. Good thing he wasn’t wearing the glasses. That would have fucking ended me.

The beard, holy christ the beard. It was extremely close cropped--exactly like I loved it. And he was not wearing sunglasses inside. Thank god. Oh, they were even lighter and more beautiful in person.

The gorgeous lefty gave me a hug and smiled that amazing smile.

“I love that you guys did this for your fans. Thank you, ya know, for this, for the music.”

He nervously glanced down and back up at me, “Yeah, we figured we can fuck up albums, fuck up live shows, but it’d be pretty hard to fuck up a pizza party.”

I laughed at the ice breaker and his comment immediately called to mind a certain fuck up, “You guys rarely goof live, though. I’ve seen you a bunch of times. There was Rock on the Range this year, though.” I grinned when his nod and following laugh told me he knew exactly what I was talking about.

“I still give Matt shit about that. Never letting him live that one down.”

“I know you have people tell you this all the time, but I love what you and your company stand for,” I couldn’t help but gush, “I’ve always been different and VU helps me stay that way.”

Zack paused, looking at me thoughtfully like he was about to ask why I was different--not really conversation for right now--and thought better of it, “Thank you. That means a lot. I love doing it, it gives me an outlet for all the shit going on in my head.”
“I started wearing VU from day one. It and “Waking the Fallen” came out when I was in college and got me through a lot.” It was getting very real, but it was true and I knew he’d want to hear that stuff.

Vengeance raised both eyebrows and I almost fainted, “You were in college when Waking was released?”
I nodded with a smile pulling at my lips, thinking there was no way he was about to compliment me, “I’m about a month older than you, Zacky.”

His lips parted and he did that thing with his tongue and I couldn’t help but let my eyes flicker to his pouty mouth as he tried to figure out what to say. Something in his eyes changed and just his left brow stayed up, “I don’t typically call fans liars, but that’s pretty hard to believe.”

Now his heart melting smile showed up and I was done for. His eyes searched mine as I tried to find something to say.
“Thank you. You don’t look anywhere near your age, either, Zack. Not that we’re old, but--” I shrugged, trying to joke.
“But we aren't 25 anymore, either,” He stood a little taller, looked around to make sure no one was within earshot, and leaned a little closer to me. My heart rate shot up and I tried to stay cool.

“Ya know...I’ve got my own room in the main store of stuff that hasn’t been released yet. We’re about to have a break after your group, I could show it to you if you’d like. We have beer and whiskey.”

I blinked and attempted a shy smile, “I’d love that.”

I looked past him to find Marilyn still hitting off with the hunky lead singer and just then they called five minutes. The security guards started wrangling people towards the checkout lines and Zacky put his hand to my lower back, leading me towards the back of the warehouse.

Behind a partition, there was a table of booze set up. I tried to stay calm when I saw Laphroaig on the table. So that’s why Brian was already so cool.

“What’s your name, sweetie?” Zack’s breath in my ear almost made me shiver and made my lady parts spasm.
“Violet.” I looked at Zack, and then Brian who walked up on my other side and referred to the table.
“Whatcha drinking?”
I smiled wide, “Laphroaig please.”

Zack’s hand slipped farther around my waist as his voice deepened in my ear, “How do you take it?”

How do I take it? Was he trying to kill me? C’mon Vi, you got something for this one.

I grinned sharkishly and met his darkening gaze, “Neat. I take it strong and my chaser is you.”

“Dude.”

I heard Brian scoff-choke before he hurried off. Yeah, get outta here, Syn. Zacky nodded towards the main store, “This way.”

I put my hand in his and watched him as he led the way. For how awkwardly adorable he acted, he sure had game. I guess that was his game. But he had no idea what he was in for.

The main store had been closed for the occasion, so when we entered the dark boutique it was quiet with the same music playing in the background as was in the warehouse: their music. He brushed back a curtain on the other side of the room and led me inside, letting the curtain fall back in place.

VU stuff covered the walls, some stuff I’d seen before but other stuff I hadn’t.
“This is some of the fall line stuff. I’m still working on it.”
“This,” I pointed to the shirt that caught my eye more than the others, “This kicks ass. Do you really draw this or is it your ideas that you give to an artist?” Ego-stroking. It was easy.

“It varies. That one I drew myself. You like it?” His shyer self was starting to show back up.
“Yeah. It caught my eye immediately.”

Then, suddenly, shy Zacky was gone and he was backing me up against the wall. He boxed me in with his arms and took his time taking me in with his sultry emerald gaze, “I haven’t done this with a fan in a long time. Too risky. There’s something about you, though, Violet. You up for this?”

Am I up for this? Him and the explosively hot questions, geez.

Instead of answering, I pulled him to me, threaded my fingers into his hair, and laid one on him. His body tensed at first, no doubt surprised, but then eased up. His arms slid around me as his pouty lips parted with mine. The cap he’d been wearing fell to the floor and a strand of his black hair fell in his face as I played with it. Zacky pressed me against the wall, hard enough for me to break the kiss and look at him with a whimper. Glancing around, I didn’t see any chairs or ledges. Whatever, he could fuck me against the wall.

“There’s a bed. C’mon.” He grabbed my hand, yanking me out of the little room and into another where a decorated bed lay. Fucking hell. This was really happening. I was about to fuck Zacky Vengeance.



All at once I found myself back in his embrace and we toppled to the bed. I hurriedly pushed up at his shirt as he did mine. He growled approvingly when my tits bounced free. When I went for his belt, he stood up, reaching under my skirt and taking my panties with him.
Reaching into his jeans pocket, he found a condom, ripped it open, and pushed down his jeans to put it on after his cock sprung free. Fuck, I was about to be one lucky woman.

Zacky rolled me over onto my stomach, pushing at my back so I’d stay in place instead of rising to my knees, “Spread ‘em.”

I swallowed hard, spreading my knees in preparation for him. I heard him strip the rest of the way down and felt the bed dip as he climbed on. His hand gripped my hip and I felt the head of his cock rub over my entrance.

“Damn, Violet. You’re so wet for me. Feel how hard I am for you? You want this cock?” His cheeky alto was gone, replaced by a darker, firmer tone.

I wasn’t bout to be a mewling, begging whore, though. That would no doubt be what he was used to. I reached behind me, taking his cock out of his own hand and stroking it, “Mmm. You are hard for me. You want to be inside me, Zack? Fuck me hard until I come? Until you come harder than you ever have in your life?”

He gawked back at me a moment before recovering and realizing he’d just met his match. I kept my eyes locked seductively with his over my shoulder after sassing him. His eyes narrowed, answering me by sliding slowly all the way in until he was balls deep.

I let out a sigh before biting my lip, still drowning in those green orbs that were currently gazing half lidded down at me. When I didn’t immediately fall apart moaning for him, a smirk pulled at his plush lips. Running his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face, he palmed an asscheek and went to town. His head fell back as he thrust forward, groaning when I dropped my hips and he got even deeper.

“Fuck, V-Violet…”

I gave in to the pleasure and buried my face in the crook of my elbow. He was going so hard and it felt so good. I yelped when he lightly swatted my butt and moaned when he hit the other a little harder. Fuck, I was so close.

“Again--” I whined into the sheets and the second he spanked me again I yelled his name and cried out in release.

Instead of giving me any recovery time, I suddenly found myself flipped over, thrown farther back on the bed, and a rock star over me. His thick cock roughly took me again, his hips slapping against mine as he glared at me. Something I had done had really set him off--he was turned the fuck on. And man, did that give me a power trip.

I held onto his shoulders for dear life, bringing my knees back and digging my heels into his cute ass as he pummeled into me. I whined and mewled and bit into his shoulder as I came again.

“Jesus fuck, you come a lot. It’s fucking hot.” Zacky grunted and pulled out.

Before he could make a move, I’d pushed him onto his back under me and I’d straddled him. I sank down his shaft all in the same move, grinning sideways at him when his eyelashes fluttered and his lips parted. When I leaned down to kiss him, he wrapped me in his arms loosely enough that I could still ride him, his hands holding me by my back.

He moaned the sexiest moan I’d ever heard and I kissed him harder. One of his hands moved from my back to palm one of my tits when I started bouncing faster on his cock.

“Z-Zack, oh Zack--”
“Fuck, you’re not really--” Zacky gripped my hips and helped me ride out my next one as I shivered around his length. I thought it might’ve been his ending as well, but was relieved when he pulled me off his cock and pushed me onto my hands and knees.

My whole body tightened and I moaned deeply when he took me again. I felt him lean over me, his chest to my back and my nerves tingled deliciously when his fingers got a firm grip on my hair.

“I bet...you like your hair pulled. How about I pull it just when,” I gasped and jolted when he did what he was about to tell me he was going to do, “I push my cock into you.”

“Yes, Zacky. Do it again, baby.”

He chuckled deeply and did as I requested, thrusting hard forward--snapping his hips and pulling my hair in perfect rhythm as his breathing picked up. I started to gasp and moan louder until a slap to my breast knocked me out of my euphoria.

“Don’t you dare come again yet, Violet. I can’t take it.”

Well, ordering me around wasn’t a good way to get me not to come, but I managed to obey. I felt myself up as I fucked myself back on Zack’s dick. I gave him a pouty, naughty look over my shoulder, “Tell me when to come, Zacky.”

He just grunted, narrowing his eyes at me while I bit my lip teasingly at him. He felt so incredible inside me and I never wanted it to end, but I was still dying to have him make me come again, especially if it meant me making him come at the same time.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

The rhythm guitarist stood up on his knees and yanked me by my hair with him, catching me back against him with a hand at my throat--just to steady me and show me he was in charge, without actually squeezing. His cock was plenty long enough for this position and with the change, he switched to rolling his hips up against me as he rubbed a thumb over one of nipples.

“Zack--”
“I’m so close, baby, just--oh fuck--”

I felt my climax start and we both started making uncontrollably passionate noises that no doubt others could hear no matter where they were. I reached back with one hand into his hair and at his ass with the other, desperately holding back until he actually said the words. I started whining, his cock rhythmically soothing over my g spot perfectly as I saw stars.

“Yes--come for me, Violet. Come hard.”

And fuck did I. My head not moving from his shoulder, my back arched as he thrust a few more times, my orgasm tearing through me as I cried and shuddered. His hand moved over my breasts and my tummy as I came, his grunts filling the air as he came with me. His fingers moved lower, touching my clit just right.

“Zack-I can’t--”
“Don’t fight it, Vi. Just come.”

I shook violently as I somehow came yet again--one orgasm blossoming into two so explosively I thought I might lose consciousness. He rubbed his finger perfectly, slowing down as I came down.

Zack’s cock fell free and he caught me as I fell back into his arms. He chuckled and kissed my cheek as he laid us back on the bed together.

“How was that?” He smiled wide.
I giggled, stretching, “I’ve had better.”

Zacky shook his head, his blush smile overtaking his cherub cheeks. He leaned over me, giving my lips a quick kiss, “You’re something else, Violet.”

***

Notes

So..."Marilyn's" first meet w/ Matt is much closer to reality than "Violet"s first meet with Zack. I absolutely died meeting him, but somehow managed to hold it together and not act like the fangirl I am. Obviously, though, it went nothing like this! haha. I changed lots of things about my appearance...again, obviously ; )

The line about the fuck-up is real, but it was actually Larisa's line! And Zacky really did say he still tortures Matt about it! (Matt started the "hail"s in HTTK on the wrong beats and was like "did I fuck up? yeah, I fucked up" right into the mic, and had to fix it. GEM!)

Alright! Hope you guys liked the introduction! What happens now??? HB here these two come! (take me baaaaackkkkkk....)

They really do seem larger than life. What I mean is, in person they each seemed taller than you'd think? If that's possible? Even Matt, who I've dreamed is like...so tall. But he IS. Freaky. Okay, I'll stop now.