| 3 Drabbles |
[Aug. 29th, 2008|05:09 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | avenged sevenfold, brian-centric, crossover, drabbles, drugs, fic: archimedes, fic: insatiable, fic: slow burn, fluff, pairing: brian/james, pairing: brian/zack, romance, sex | ] |
| [ | Feeling |
| | contemplative | ] |
| [ | Inspiration |
| | Sixx:AM; Life Is Beautiful | ] |
Title: Slow Burn
Pairing: None; Brian-centric
Summary: I know that it's killing me, and it's poisoning the best of me.
Rating: R {drug use, cursing}
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.
A/N: Based off a roleplay character I have.
Brian was sitting on the beach, staring emptily into the horizon. His eyes were slightly hazed, the clear brown scratched by sleeplessness and marred by deep red. They were extremely bloodshot, a Bromptom cocktail of sleeplessness, withdrawal and shameful tears. His hair hung in his face, obscuring the eyes slightly as the stringy strands brushed his nose. His breath hitched as a wave of heat rushed through his system. It turned cold when it hit the pit of his stomach, and he winced as he curled into himself. He thrust his hands into his hair and grabbed the strands, a choked exhale turning into a sob though his mind was unwilling to let it go.
He opened his mouth, exhaling sharply and inhaling half as much as he let out, and he felt suffocated. He felt like his mind was going to break apart and there was nothing to stop it. He was cracking, seriously. All he saw when he shut his eyes were warped colors and half-formed thoughts.
He opened his mouth and let out a rough, loud and anguished scream, his head falling back against his shoulders as he belted out the sound. It was broken, hopeless, helpless and it cracked halfway through. He stopped it abruptly, threw his head down and fisted his hair harder, exhaling sharply and trying to get the chaos to go away. God damnit, he didn't feel any better. He only felt the pain of the scream as it had ripped through his throat, rubbing it raw as he let it loose.
He started rocking back and forth, hands still buried in his hair as he let himself fall forward, his forehead pressing against his knee as he let out another choked sob, gripping harder. He wished he could make it stop, but he was so out of control, so sober it hurt. It physically hurt, and all his body wanted was a fix. Just a fix and he would be fine again. For now.
He uncurled his hand from his hair and reached into his pocket, searching thoroughly and finding nothing. He cursed harshly and ripped through the other, finding nothing again. He growled, low and feral, as he ripped the fabric straight out of his jeans, throwing it across the beach. He was sorely disappointed when it only fluttered about two feet and settled back on the sand. He growled low in his throat.
"Fuck!" Brian cursed loudly again, hearing the echo around him and he hated it. It echoed even worse in his head and he couldn't stand to be there anymore. He wanted to get out. He forced himself from his seated position and stumbled to his feet. He glanced back to his house and exhaled sharply. It didn't seem too far away, but seriously it felt like it was forever away. He groaned and stumbled his way toward the mansion.
It took ten minutes, because he kept stumbling and falling to his knees. There were concave pools where he'd punched his fists into the sand out of pure anger. He felt the burn against the skin from the sand as it scraped his skin. He could faintly feel he was bleeding, but damn it, he didn't care. The only thing that mattered was that high. He didn't give a flying fuck about anything else. He was desperate.
He finally reached his house and stumbled in the door, almost falling but catching himself on the wall. He stood straight and tried to focus but his mind was a useless explosion. He walked slowly into the living room where a small white baggie was sitting peacefully on the coffee table, set next to a pack of cigarettes. He glanced between the two and clumsily grabbed the pack because it'd hit faster that way, pulling out a cocaine-laced cigarette and lighting it with shaking hands. It took a few minutes, but he inhaled.
The high smacked him in the back of the head instantly, a rolling and pleasant heat going through his system, making him feel light enough to fly. His brows furrowed as he inhaled sharply off the cigarette again without even exhaling the first drag, the laced drug hitting him and hitting hard again and he had no problem with it. He felt the wonderful high, that weightlessness in the pit of his stomach and tingling all over his body and he smiled slightly, though it was like a Joker's grin, fake and saccharine.
The disillusions went away, and he exhaled sharply, finally feeling normal again. He'd gotten his fix.
I know that it's killing me, and it's poisoning the best of me.
Title: Archimedes
Pairing: implied Brian/Zacky
Summary: Brian just can't get it right.
Rating: PG-13
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.
Brian was cross-legged on his bed, a beat-up black-and-white Fender guitar settled in his lap. He wasn’t a big fan of Fender, but it worked when he had nothing else. For a sixteen year old who had to buy things like guitars for himself by working summers and weekends, a Fender was a dream come true for him.
He couldn’t sleep, and so when he couldn’t sleep, he played. He had his amplifier on low, so that he could barely hear it. He didn’t want to wake anyone else up.
He told himself his fingers were lagging as he pressed them down on the fret board, listening to the sounds he was pulling from the amplifier. He groaned when he screwed up a simple riff, his head hanging in slight shame. It was the easiest thing in the world, and he kept fucking it up.
His hair hung in his face, the back layers teasing his cheekbones, the longer front strands teasing his guitar as his brows furrowed beneath the curtain. He tried again, and still the amplifier was making a quite unsavory noise. He grimaced and fought the urge to throw his guitar against the wall. That wouldn’t be a good idea, however, considering he couldn’t afford another just because of his temper.
Instead he exhaled slowly and shut his eyes, moving the guitar off his lap and onto the futon beside him. After, he buried his hands in his hair, gripping it.
“Maybe you should try something else,” came a soft voice, with a hint of a lisp teasing the words, from the other side of the room. It was half-asleep and drowsy, but Brian looked up anyway.
He raised an eyebrow at his best friend, looking into green eyes tinged slightly with the cover of sleep still. He watched the other boy stretch on the floor, his body shifting the pallet of blankets that made up his makeshift bed.
“Archimedes or someone said that leaving something alone and coming back to it will help and maybe you’ll nail it,” Zacky explained, and Brian laughed, shaking his head and removing his hands from his hair, dark eyes dancing with amusement.
“What? You’re talking about the owl in Sword and the Stone,” he joked, looking a little confused. He knew Archimedes was a mathematician, but he didn't recall the philosophy Zacky was citing. His best friend pouted and rolled his eyes. “Oh, don’t pout. You know that shit doesn’t work on me.”
“But it works so well on everyone else!” Zacky exclaimed, and Brian laughed in a short burst, shaking his head and rubbing his slightly sweaty palms on the rough denim of his jeans.
“Well, I’m not everyone else, am I?” Brian asked, both eyebrows rising as he emphasized the stupidity of the exclamation. Zacky chuckled a little and shook his head, burying his face in the pillow.
"Was worth a shot," Zacky muttered into the pillow before inhaling and shutting his eyes. Brian shook his head slightly and turned his attention back to his guitar, picking it up and settling it in his lap. He tried playing the same riff, and it worked just right. He smirked a little to himself and scoffed. The little fucker was right.
Title: Insatiable
Pairing: Brian/anyone, really.
Summary: Turn me on, never stop. Wanna taste every drop. My love for you: insatiable.
Rating: NC-17
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.
The sleep was barely wiped from Brian’s dark eyes before they shut again, feeling a pair of warm lips on his. His eyelashes fluttered a little against his tanned flesh as he pressed his lips back, crushing them together, nearly gentle as he arched his back off the bed, pressing up against the body now hovering over his own.
A moan left him, as his body was now flush against the one atop him. A shudder transferred from one body to the next as the kiss stayed chaste, both tongues staying behind as their lips caressed gently. Another soft moan came from the one on top as he felt legs surround his sides and a heavy weight above him.
He didn’t break the kiss, but pushed himself off the bed and rolled over so he was on top, his hips aligned with his lover’s as he gently pushed down, earning himself a soft moan that reverberated into his mouth, and one he quickly returned as the body pressed and arched up into his. He felt those legs wrapping around his waist, and it gave him more access as his skin burned and tingled for more contact, his hips rocking slightly.
One arm curled around the arch of his lover’s back, pulling him closer as the kiss delved deeper, his tongue slipping out to invade the one below him, pulling a deep sound of intense pleasure out as he invaded the soft, heated cavern, feeling the breath on his face as he enticed the other’s tongue into a dance.
“Brian,” came the soft, low whimper from the back of his lover’s throat as hips pushed up against his own. Brian started a slow grinding movement as his hips rotated slightly around, causing friction that made the man below cry out softly and pull him in deeper for a desperate kiss.
His fingers buried in his lover’s hair as their lips met again, tongues clashing in the middle as need turned quickly to desire, soft moans meeting between them and entwining the sounds, backed by their heavy breathing, giving and taking teach other’s breaths.
Fingers trailed down torsos as hands found each other’s arousals, hands and erections meeting with soft moans, hips moving to grind together as the two moved in tandem, breathing soon becoming scarce as friction built white hot pleasure through both bodies, not breaking the kiss.
“Brian,” came the whimper again as their lips parted, still breathing heavily against each other’s as their hips moved and collided, hands smoothly moving over each other. Brian still held the other’s body to his, feeling the arch of pleasure become orgasm as a low moan escaped, eyes rolling back. He watched his lover for a second before friction overcame him as well, his body arching as he released, his body tensing and shuddering as their lips met again, the groan captured by the other’s mouth. |
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