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[Jul. 6th, 2008|04:41 pm] |
Title: Synyster
Pairing: Synyster Gates/Zacky Vengeance
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Synyster is a dead cell. He knows no emotion, no love, no fear; rage and hatred are his only friends. He's dead, but still living and breathing, and he hates it. What happens when he meets a stranger who turns his world upside down numerous times?
Disclaimer: All stories with relevance to real people are NOT coincidental, and are called fanfiction. I mean no ill will or harm toward the people involved in such stories and only end up using them as stencils for my creative outbursts. I mean no disrespect, and it's all in fun.
Synyster I|Synyster II
Synyster felt the water turn cold acutely, and he hissed in half-pleasure, half-discomfort, but he didn’t move from his position. He just shut his dark, empty eyes and relaxed, letting the cold seep into him. He pulled it into his core and reminded himself exactly who he was.
He was a dead cell and there was no question of that. Nothing anyone, especially a damn human, would want in this body trained merely for battle, for spilling blood that was better off not being spilt.
He shuddered and stood straight, kicking the dial to his shower with the force of an ox, hearing the splintering of the plastic dial as the water cut off. He ran his fingers through his hair and scratched violently at it, a tingling going up in his scalp.
That normally meant something was happening.
He grabbed the towel off his toilet and dried his back off in three broad swipes, striding into his living quarters and looking around. Nothing seemed out of place, but his instincts were spiking. Something wasn’t right. Not at all.
He pulled on a pair of leather pants over his slightly wet figure and bothered with nothing else as he beat feet down the stairs. On the bottom stairs, he looked up to see Shadows with his arms around a terrified green-eyed creature that smelled fantastic.
“What the fuck are you doing, Shadows?” he growled out, some illogical need to protect the human flaring up in him, leaving no space for rational thought.
“Brought you a pretty little present, Synyster,” Shadows’ mocking voice echoed around the hall, and Zacky squeaked and struggled in the larger vampire’s arms. Synyster watched, his eyes scarily even.
“Let him go, man,” came Shaddix’s voice behind him, a hand pressing against the other’s forearm. Shadows acquiesced with a vicious snarl and a nod, and Synyster watched as Zacky crumbled to the floor in a nervous heap.
“What do you suppose I do with him, oh leader of mine?” Synyster asked in a mock-respectful tone, his dark eyes burning with anger. Shadows merely smirked at him, that maddening expression that made Synyster want to grab him by the back of his neck and bash his chrome dome into the fucking tile.
“Whatever you wish, brother, whatever you wish,” he replied, and with that he had disappeared into Shaddix’s control room.
“Hey… hey!” Shaddix sputtered, watching Shadows go, indignation painted on his face. “What’re you doing in there? Shit.” Shaddix cursed and grinned supportively at Synyster before going to protect his gadgets. This left Synyster alone with a panicking human.
Wasn’t life fucking wonderful?
Zacky looked up at him with eyes that positively glowed with fear, and instantly an erection sprung at his leathers so hard he felt like he was nailed in the cock. He almost toppled over with the force of it.
“D-don’t hurt me.” Zacky’s wavering tone wasn’t helping the problem in his pants that was for damn sure. Now he knew why they were called fucking trouser snakes.
“I’m not gonna fuckin’ hurt you, kid,” Synyster forced out, grinding his molars together after spitting that little promise out. Yeah, another promise to break. “What the hell are you doin’ here?”
“Kidnapped,” was the only word Zacky could gasp out. Synyster’s brows furrowed, considering the human that was very dangerous around this place.
“Shaddix!” he bellowed, and the genius popped his head out of his room, blue eyes all ‘who, me?’ “How did Shadows get the 411 on this human?”
Shaddix blinked and cocked his head. “I think I told him,” he replied, and Synyster let out a barking roar that was somewhere between a big cat and a howling wolf; it made Shaddix duck back into the room. It was utterly feral, and suddenly Zacky didn’t look so scared anymore. In fact, a slight flush had risen to his cheeks and he was watching the vampire, his lips slightly parted. His body was hardening for sex.
Those plump, luscious lips that were parting… just for him. He just wanted to press his thumb between those lips and pull him closer, make him suck until he begged…
What the hell was he thinking? Sicko. Psycho. Fucking freak!
He could almost remember the taste of the human’s blood, how it was sweeter than he normally associated with the flavor of human blood. In fact, the taste still lingered on the back of his tongue.
His fangs elongated as he reached a horrible conclusion: he wanted it again.
Without even thinking, he swept down and got onto his knees, grabbing Zacky by his shoulders and dragging him up to stand. He caught that glistening lower lip with his canines and sunk them in hard, making Zacky moan out against his lips, but this time he couldn’t pull away. But he’d be goddamned if he was going to return the sound, even as the life force splashed on his tongue, rushing through his system like an orgasm.
He shuddered a bit against the other man, feeling a length smaller than his own pressing at the juncture of his hip and thigh. His hips rocked forward, creating friction that alighted both his own senses and the human’s, because he got a low moan out of it.
In a flash, Synyster had all but picked Zacky up and dragged him to the bedroom he’d just left, the cold hitting them both like a blast, but it didn’t matter because Zacky was wandering toward the bed.
Synyster let out a feral growl and took a step toward his ‘prey’, watching the sleek way he moved. He pressed his palms against the other’s back and pushed him down on his knees, on the bed.
He slid his hands up Zacky’s shirt and felt the soft skin there, his calloused hands seeming to want to rip right into the delicate flesh, but that wasn’t what he was going for. His cock was straining and begging, no matter how much he didn’t know how to use it. He had no idea what the fuck what he was doing, and he’d never been so grateful for the instinctual beast inside of him.
He ripped Zacky’s pants down with his teeth before kneeling behind him, flicking his tongue against Zacky’s entrance. The response he got was astounding, and he almost backed away.
The low moan coming from Zacky’s throat was unlike anything he’d ever heard before, and he was intoxicated. He pushed his tongue further into Zacky, tasting slight muskiness but nothing more as he pushed in, and Zacky writhed beneath him, white-knuckling the sheets.
He slipped his tongue down, barely breezing past the tight knot, swiping the wet muscle up and then down the exposed skin, causing a shudder to crawl up Zacky’s back. He heard the other curse huskily, and he smirked as, on instinct as always, he plunged his tongue as deep as he could into the human.
Zacky bucked back into him, and he did it a couple times, his tongue probing the tight muscle before his fingers joined in, striking somewhere particularly pleasant inside of the human before pulling away, ripping open the front of his leathers, pushing them aside and setting his aching arousal free. He pressed the blunt head to Zacky’s entrance and pushed in. It was one smooth stroke on his end, but Zacky arched in what mocked pain, but he knew different. He was numb to anything but the feel of the human’s tight muscle around his cock, tensing and releasing.
He began a powerful rhythm of in and out, thrust and withdraw as his hips undulated with the rhythm of his beating heart, Zacky’s blood nourishing him, coloring his high cheeks as he took him like an animal. And he felt no remorse whatsoever, since Zacky had started to beg for it. He. Was. Merciless.
He found just the right thing to undo the human, and he began pounding so hard against it Zacky had almost begun to cry for release, his knuckles bleached, and Synyster wouldn’t be surprised if the coloration was fucking permanent.
Good.
He suddenly felt an iron fist take hold of his gut, tightening with every thrust, and he gasped, long nails digging right into Zacky’s hips and drawing blood. It incited the bloodlust in him and he leaned forward, baring his fangs again.
He sunk them straight into the back of the human’s neck, making him cry out and come at the same time as the burst of flavor spread over his palate, making him groan for the first time. He could feel the powerful waves of orgasm going through the other, and he shuddered, past teasing his future before that iron fist let go and he fell back, slipping free of Zacky’s tight body. He couldn’t do this.
He fell back on the ground with a low gasp as his ass hit straight on the cold marble floor, his bloodstained hands fisting his hair. Zacky was too dazed to immediately react, but when he did, Synyster pushed him off with a hiss of ‘don’t fucking touch me’, curling over onto his side as great shudders racked him, dark eyes flickering with unreadable emotions before they shut and his body relaxed a little.
Zacky couldn’t help but look down and see Synyster’s swollen cock, which was still glistening and aching. He hadn’t finished.
Synyster groaned again, and it got Zacky’s attention off the vampire’s cock and onto the person as he attempted to sit up, dizziness nailing him straight back to the ground.
Images of forced torture flashed behind those impossible eyes, and he couldn’t shut them out. Blood... he saw so much blood, smelled it, and that musky, feminine scent of arousal stung his nose, heard that tinny, bell-like laugh, and the all-male guffawing of spectators behind her. It made him feel so sick he curled over onto his side and gagged, his stomach purging his insides of what little he held inside.
“Synyster?” came a far-off voice, and he opened his eyes to look into deep, concerned eyes that reminded him of Granny Smith apples… or maybe that precious stone, jade. He knew that scent, the smell of sex and something sweeter, something… human.
Out of character, he reached his hand out and grasped tightly to Zacky’s hand, his brows going low over his eyes.
“Don’t leave me…” It was barely a silken whisper, but Zacky heard him just fine as he gave a resolute nod. He gave a weak one and shut his eyes, his body exhausted for the moment as he felt the blackness claim him entirely. |
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