To Whom It May Concern: Let it Bleed Thoroughly

.022.

2006-02-03T01:39:25Z

My second Avenged Sevenfold piece. Tehe. I'm on a Syn x Zacky high right now and I'm not ready to come down yet. I wrote a story about abuse and sex. Hope y'allz like. Feed back is welcome :]

Title: Formula of Flesh
Pairing: Brian [Synyster] x Zacky [A7X]
Rating: Mature for sexual content
Summary: Fuck me. Make it hurt. Just how I like it. Maybe it's sick, but I like it. God, do I like it. Abuse & sex icky. PWP-ish.
Disclaimer: Nah. It never happened. But if it does, I'm the first to get it on tape. Most def. Don't sue me, kids.

Formula of Flesh

Some people think what we do is wrong, they think it's sick. And I'm starting to think that they're right. It's not normal. No, it's not normal to beat the shit out of one another just for the pleasure. It's not normal to leave each other broken and bloody each night just because it feels good. Maybe it is sick. But I like it. God, do I like it.

And it makes me think to a few nights ago when he kept me up waiting for him to get home from wherever the hell he left to. I was never known for my patience and the little I did have was wearing thin with each second that ticked away on my old Misfits clock on the bedroom wall. I growled and bit my lip at the sound of the apartment door being opened and shut out in the main room. His heavy footsteps echoed off the walls in the hallway and then he stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, eyeing me like a piece of fresh meat, exactly what he was ready to treat me like. But not tonight, no not tonight. I wasn't in the mood for it.

"Hey, baby," He said, licking his lips, his voice slick with lust, want, and what I recognized as the sound of need. He stepped forward, moving closer to where I sat on the bed and I leaned back, waiting, waiting for him to make his first move because I was ready to strike. He kissed me, moaning against my tongue, and telling me how much he wanted me. That made me whimper. I told him to take me, I begged him to take me. I moaned loudly as he rubbed his body against me; I moaned like the little slut he had turned me into.

He had fallen into my trap once again and ended up on the floor, his bottom lip bleeding as the result of my furious fist. He gave me a look of confusion which quickly turned to one of anger and I smirked. Tempting him with, "You want me, baby? Come get me." and gesturing to him with my index finger.

He quickly stood from the floor and forced me against the wall. I cried out in pain as he slammed my head against the wall and I felt a wave of dizziness cross me from the blow. He kissed me roughly, shoving his tongue inside my mouth and I moaned, slipping my hands beneath his black T-shirt and running my fingernails down his back hard enough to leave etches of red in the morning. He hissed in pain, pulling back with my bottom lip clutched between his teeth and I groaned. I pulled my hands from under his shirt before he pinned my wrists together above my head. After of moment of random licking to the side of my neck, he found my pulse point and sucked on the overly sensitive skin, leaving soft moans and whimpers falling from my lips.

"Brian," I moaned, wanting to slap myself for showing this sign of weakness. I see him roll his eyes before kneeling before me. He slides my shirt up my chest, licking, sucking, and nipping the flesh around my navel and I leaned my head back, biting my lip to stifle a moan. He runs his sharp, claw-like nails up and down my chest and I could feel my skin opening as it burned. He laughed as I hissed in pain. He kissed the spots he had scratched before opening my jeans at an achingly slow pace.

He tugged my jeans and my boxers down, revealing my rock hard cock. I could feel him smile against the tip and I sighed as he licked up the pre-cum on the tip before taking the head in all the way. I moaned loudly, enjoying the feel of my cock sliding in and out of his hot wet mouth along with the vibrations he was making as he hummed around me that send shivers down my spine.

"What the fuck?!" I couldn't help but to explain as he slid my cock from his mouth. He smirked, raising a coy eyebrow. I growled again and kneed him in the face, receiving a groan in pain. He called me a slut and rubbed his sore bleeding nose that was dripping onto the pure white carpet. I knocked him back onto the carpet with my foot before giving him a few shiny boots to the ribs and he screamed, coughing as he tried to fight the pain. I didn't bother to see if he was okay because I knew he was and I knew it wouldn't be too long before he did the same to me.

I crawled onto his chest after pulling my pants back up, placing my knees on either side of his hips and dipped my head, stealing a kiss. Without warning, I punched him in the face and he tried to get up, his whimper of pain turning to a moan of pleasure as I forced him back down, biting his lip. He ran his fingers through my longish dark hair, rubbing my scalp gingerly, and I relaxed to his touch, leaning into it. He smiled up at me, but I didn't notice the mischievous flames dancing in his eyes.

Before I knew it, he had me pinned beneath him, showering my face with kisses as he held my wrists together. He nibbled softly on my hear and licked the edge before dipping his tongue in which caused me to gasp and moan at the odd feeling. My cock was aching and I wanted him so bad, but not yet, the fun was just getting started it. "You're such a fucking slut," he said in a husky voice, stroking the side of my face with a guitar calloused hand. "You're my fucking slut," he corrected himself and smiled down at me. I moaned a little, telling him to make me his slut...all over again. He grinned, moving down my body, pulling my pants down a little, and kissing my erection through the thin material of my boxers, stroking the bulge slowly.

This was the dangerous part, the way he broke me down, he didn't have to beat the shit out of me to do it either. All he had to do was rub me in all the right places. I knew what he was doing as he began to pull my jeans down more and I kicked him in the chest, sending him flying against the footboard. There was a sick cracking sound as his head slammed against the wood and he groaned, rubbing the spot. I could see the anger in his eyes as he gave me a dirty look. I found it hard to swallow as I wondered if he was truly mad, not just pretending to play the game.

But for whatever reason it was, he still punched me in the face, but he didn't let me fall to the floor. He grabbed me instead as he continued to hit me, a backhand here, a slap there, and the occasional full fisted blow. The he let me go and I fell, rubbing the blood off my face as he stood and began pounding my body with his foot, swearing all the time. I began to wonder as I was bent over on the floor, holding my aching side, as I coughed, spitting blood onto the carpet, why I did, why I stayed around just to get my ass beat, why I couldn't just make mad passionate love to him instead of pounding his face in, why we did what we did.

Then I stopped and realized the answer as he pulled me to my feet through a handful of my hair, pressing his lips against mine in a sloppy kiss, tongue forcing entry into my mouth. It was for the pleasure and the pain because I liked them both. I liked the way he threw me onto the bed and crawled onto it beside me. I liked when he kissed me again and I let his tongue fuck my mouth as I cupped the back of his head, pushing slightly to deepen the kiss. I especially liked it when he rid us both of our clothing and we stared at one another's almost naked bodies in a familiar awe.

I let him pin me beneath his body on top of the comforter. He snaked down my body, kissing my exposed pale chest, licking and nipping and sucking on the skin. I moaned as he dragged his tongue across my collar bone and left a trail of saliva down my chest as he kissed his way down my happy trail. I bit down on my lip ring to suppress a moan as he slid down my boxers, tossing them to the floor, and kissing the inside of my thighs. I entangled my fingers in his hair as he kissed the tip of my cock again, twirling his tongue around the head, then running it up and down the underside. I couldn't help but to moan and avoided the urge to tell him just how much I liked the way he used his tongue. My jaw trembled as I fought to answer him after he asked me if I liked it. My answer of course was yes, but he didn't need to know. He pouted and told me he was going to stop since I didn't like it. I hated him for that and felt like screaming. I simply shook my head to protest and he began to tease me. "You don't want me to stop, baby?" he said in a sticky voice. "Huh?" He said after I didn't respond. He sucked on the tip a little and played with my balls with one hand and I moaned softly. "You like that, baby?" He asked, showing me his sharp pearly whites.

I groaned. It was hard to take. "Fuck you," I managed to say instead of saying fuck me. He smiled up at me and shook his head. "Uh-uh, baby," he said coyly, moving up on the bed and rubbing my lips with his index finger. "As much fun as that sounds, I'd rather fuck you." He laughed a little, kissing my cheek, and I didn't bother to try to hit, not feeling the need to. "I want to tear your ass apart, Zacky," he breathed, kissing parts of my face with each word. I nearly screamed at his words, but was thankful that my mouth had gone dry. "Would you like that baby?" He asked me in my ear, his voice barely above a whisper, hot and sticky, as he began to stroke my cock. "Huh, baby?"

"Ungh," I moaned. "Fuck...yeah. Mmm. Fuck me baby and...make it hurt, baby." My eyes slid shut as I felt two of his guitar calloused fingers slid up my ass once he positioned himself between my legs. I groaned loudly, relaxing a little, and allowing him to fuck my body with his fingers. "Shiitttt, baby. Fuck me baby. Hurt me." He looked up at me and asked me how I wanted it. "Hard," I answered in a half sigh, high moan. "Fuck, I want it hard, baby. I want you to make it hurt." He questioned me about making it hurt, asking if I could take it. "Fuck yeah, baby. I want it, Synny, I want you to make it hurt. I want you to hurt me baby." I arch my back off the bed as he continues to thrust his fingers inside me, grazing my prostate each time, and now occupying his mouth with my cock. He was wearing me down and I wondered how soon I'd come with his mouth working at my cock and his fingers working my prostate. Soon, I answered my own question. "Synny, fuck. I need you...Fuck me!" I damn near screamed.

He pulled back, eyeing me again. "You want me to fuck you, baby?" I nodded my head, unsure if my words would be incoherent. "You gonna be good, baby?" He asked and I nodded again. "You gonna hit me again, baby?" I took a deep breath, unsure of how long I could go without release. "Only if you want me to, Synny." That made him smile and he shook his head. "I want to make you scream, Zacky. I want to make you say my name," he says. And I tell him to do it. I tell him to make me scream, I tell him to make me come, I tell him to make me his again and he gives me another toothy grin.

He positions himself between my legs and pushes my legs out of the way. He spits in his hands and lubricates himself with his saliva before lining up with my entrance. He gives me a wink before thrusting into me. I screamed, loud enough to shatter glass and loud enough to give the neighbors a reason to call the cops. He slowly pulled back, almost all the way out and thrust in again, softer than the first time. I bit my lip. It hurt a little, but that's what I wanted. He worked himself into a steady rhythm, working his hips just the right way to make me moan and reach up to run my nails through his hair.

He smiled as I mouth a fuck, my eyes closed as he hit my prostate. "Shit," I moaned. "Right there...Do that again, baby," I said and he obliges, slamming his cock against my 'sweet spot' again. I cry out in pleasure, beginning to see stars in front of my eyes as he continued to slam into my body, nailing my prostate with each thrust. He groaned, telling me how good I felt and how fucking tight I was. That just made me moan louder and brought me closer to the edge.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and they slid down his sweaty slippery skin as I worked my hips back against his, wanting to feel more of his sweet cock inside me. I nearly screamed as he gave my cock a squeeze before stroking it in time with his thrusts, getting me off even quicker. I clawed at his shoulders and bare chest, tugged at his strands of hair, and clutched the comforter in my hands, needing something to hold onto as he fucked my body, hard and fast, making it hurt a little, but making me scream just the same. He was doing it just the way I liked it.

I felt my muscles tighten and knew I was close. I screamed again as he slams into me. My breath began to come in short pants and I moaned wordlessly as he sent me spiraling toward my climax. "Fuck, baby, fuck me harder! I'm so close, Synny." He complies, fucking me harder if that was even possible, making the headboard slam against the wall with each thrust. "Shit!" I moan, sitting up and biting down on his shoulder, causing him to cry out in both pain and pleasure. He pushes be back onto the bed, hitting my prostate again. "That's right, baby," he groans. "Scream for me, baby. Mmh..." he trails off for a second. "Come for me, baby. Come for me, Zacky." I screamed and my throat begins to hurt. "Come for Synny, baby," he said and that was enough for me.

My stomach finally lets go and my muscles tighten around Syn's cock as I come over his fingers and across our chests, screaming his name and telling him I fuckin loved him as I did so. He thrusts into me a few more times, moaning a slur of profanities along with my name as he comes deep inside my body, feeling me with his seed.

Then he collapses down on my chest, the both of us panting loudly as we try to breathe normally. I wrap my arms around him and they slip slightly on his sweaty back. "Fuck," he moans rolling off of me and onto his back. I watch his chest rise and fall rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. "That felt so fucking good," I told him and he nodded in agreement, though without the smile I had given him. And I began to worry that I had hurt him badly earlier. I asked him if he was okay and he simply nodded, stroking his swollen, bruising cheek, wincing slightly. I apologize, immediately feeling bad. He shrugs it off. "Why? It's not like I didn't hit you, too..." I stammered slightly, unsure of what to say and then open my mouth again.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, baby. I really didn't, Brian. Baby, I swear." And somehow I find tears welling in my eyes as I apologize. He rolled his eyes and called me a pussy. I frowned. "Shut up," he said and then looks as if he regretted saying it. It rolls on his side to face me and strokes my face gently. "Look, baby, you know I don't care if it hurts or not. I like it when you hit me, baby. You should know that by now." I nodded and continued to pout. "I love you, Zacky and I know that you don't do this shit to hurt me and I don't do it to hurt you. It just makes it a little more exciting. If I'm hurting you, then tell me, and we'll stop." I whispered a fuck no and told him I loved him, too. "Good, because I know you like this shit as much as I do."

I nod in agreement. "Baby, we're sick," I told him.

"No, Zacky baby, we're not. We're in love."

FIN

.021.

2006-01-31T23:38:31Z

Um. I couldn't think of a good story right now and I got too lazy to write a sex scene so I wrote this stupid lil 700 word thing about love, the meaning of it, which everybody knows doesn't exist. It didn't come out too well, so yeah...kk. Don't kill me and feedback is ALWAYS welcome. Read it. You might like it f you're wierd like that.

Title: L-O-V-E
Pairing: Zacky x Synester [A7X]
Rating: Mature for hints at sexual content
Summary: Is love when he calls you names and wishes you dead? Is it when you beg him not to go and he turns his back? Is love when you scream his name in bed and he tells you how much of a slut you are? Yes, this is love.
Disclaimer: Teh. Neva happened. I don't own a thing. Kk. Don't sue me, sue Ashley Simpson for that stupid song that's stuck in my hand. kkthx.

L-O-V-E

love - an intense feeling of tender affection and compassion

The dictionary. It had always came in handy in times like this when you were confused and it had usually been of some help, but now it wasn't helping at all. It was giving you a bunch of words that didn't mean anything to you or him for that sake. And so you continue to sit there in the cold empty bedroom, staring at his sleeping figure, a closed dictionary resting in your lap, still confused. How were you supposed to know when it was love or not. How were you supposed to know how it felt. How were you supposed to know if he meant it when he told you that he loved you. How were you supposed to know if you meant it when you said it back. Who knew? You could find out for yourself.

How could you tell? How could you tell if it was love or when it was a masked hate when everyone said there was a thin line between the two.

Is it called love when the two of you argue for hours over nothing important? Is it love when he makes you cry yourself to sleep at night? Is it love when you decide to take your anger out on him and punch him in the face? Is it love when he brags about all the sluts he fucks other than you to all his friends?

When he leaves out to "take a walk" and doesn't come back for days does it mean he loves you? When he calls you on your cell phone to apologize for something he said and you hang up on him is it love? Or when he embarrasses you in public is it love?

Is love when he calls you names and wishes you dead? Is it when you beg him not to go and he turns his back? Is love when you scream his name in bed and he tells you how much of a slut you are? Is it love when he moans your name at the top of his lungs as you suck him off? Or is love when you scream each others name as you both come at the same time? Or maybe it's love when you two cuddle in the afterglow and he ruins the moment by pulling out a cigarette.

Was it love when he caught you in bed with Matt and pulled his gun out? Was it love when the two of you fought till midnight and the neighbors called the police on you? Was it love when you had sex on the kitchen floor and used all of the chocolate syrup? Was it love when you carved his name into your skin with an old pocketknife?

"What the fuck are you staring at?" He sits up in the bed and grumbles, giving you a dirty look. Is it love when he wakes up in a bad mood and makes you suffer?

"Do you love me?" Is it love when you're afraid to ask him four words. "What we have, is it love? What we do isn't defined as love." You gesture toward the dictionary.

He rolls his eyes. "Love isn't something you can simply define, Zacky. It's unique. And it's not the same for everybody." You smile. "What we have is something that no one else can feel. Is it love? Sure. Why not. All I can say is if the feeling you give me is love then I don't want it to end. So, whatever the hell you're doing, keep doing it. Keep loving me." He lies back down.

Fuck. This is love. You know it. It's not those three fuckin words that everyone wants to hear. It's the feeling you get around that special somebody.

Maybe it is when you crawl onto the bed and shower his face with kisses, telling him how much you enjoy the feeling he gives you. Maybe love is when you rid both of you of your clothing and give him something to scream his name. Maybe it's even when he says he likes the way you use your tongue. But whatever the fuck it is, it makes you feel good. It makes you want to leave. And fuck yeah, what you two have is love.

**Definition from the MSN Encarta Dictionary thing. KK. No drama. **
**I didn't really re-read it or anything. Mmk? K.**

.020.

2006-01-25T14:00:37Z

Gosh. I haven't written any AFI slash in months. Sad stuff. SO I wrote this because I dunno, I didn't feel like doing my current event. I hope y'allz like.

Title: Maybe Memories
Pairing: A little Davey x Jade [AFI]
Rating: PG-13 I suppose
Summary: "It brings me back to when we were kids, maybe fifteen or sixteen, and we had our first kiss, right here on these swings." Davey confronts Jade after a break up. [better than it sounds]
Disclaimer: Oi. This never happened. I don't own anything except Davey's sweet ass. Pssh. Don't sue me, kids.

note: this isn't the best thing I've written so yeah....don't kill me.

Maybe Memories

The sun's warmth burned the skin on the back of Davey's neck, but he didn't bother to shield himself from it, not finding the need to. A little color wouldn't do him much harm. He sighed, taking in his surroundings on this Sonny in the mid-afternoon near the end of autumn. The sky was slowly darkening and the air smelled of fresh rain, the city having had a decent downfall the night before. His eyes followed the green blades of grass as they swayed in the cool breeze to a rhythm unknown to many. It was quiet except for the bird's song in the large oak tree and the creaking and groaning of the old swing Davey had taken residence on. Davey gently moved back and forth on the old rusty seat, the tips of his shoes gliding through the grass as he did so.

Behind him, Jade was closing the door that led out to the Marchand family's backyard. Jade crossed the lawn, a strong cup of tea in his calloused hands. He looked up towards the sky, seeing the dark grey clouds form and wondering if they'd bring rain that night. Jade watched Davey swing slowly with his head lowered as he made his way behind him. Davey could feel the heat of Jade's body against his back, but didn't bother to turn around and greet his friend.

"Hey, you," Jade said, placing a hand on Davey's shoulder. This time, Davey did turn with a weak smile playing on his pierced lips. "Here, this is for you," Jade said and handed the cup of tea to Davey. "Be careful though, it's still hot." Davey nodded, staring down into the swirls of steam coming from the cup. Jade sat on the swing seat besides Davey, staring at the side of Davey's face. He frowned. He could feel the sadness pumping through Davey's veins in his own and he hated it. He truly hated seeing his friend like this. "It's going to be okay, Davey." Jade rubbed the vocalist's shoulder in a slow comfortable motion.

Davey looked at Jade, giving him a incredulous laugh and a half-hearted smile. "You know what Jade?" He asked. "I don't even miss her." He paused. "Actually, I'm kind of glad that it's over." Jade gave Davey a curious look and raised an eyebrow, wondering why Davey would be upset about something else and not the break up with his girlfriend of three years. "I'm glad being back here," Davey said in a distant voice, sounding as if he were talking to himself rather than to Jade as he looked around the large backyard. "Everything I know is here. All the good times I had right here. And all the bad times." Davey tucked the stray hairs that he had fallen from his bun of dark locks and tucked it behind his hair.

"Being back here on these old swings gives me a feeling of completion even though I know I'm missing something. It brings me back to when we were kids, maybe fifteen or sixteen, and we had our first kiss, right here on these swings." Davey stopped, locking eyes with the man beside him. He smiled, showing his pearly whites. "You told me you loved me and we carved our names in that old oak tree right over there." Davey pointed to the tree and Jade spotted a small heart with the words D.M + J.P 4EVER carved into the bark of the tree. "We said we'd be together forever..." Davey frowned, biting his lip. "Do you remember that, Jade?"

Jade nodded. "As if it had happened yesterday."

"And then I remember when the band was back together and our dreams were up to the sky. We had to make it big and we were going to be on the road for a while. I ended everything we had right here on these swings. I told you that I didn't want to hurt you, that when we got back me and you would be together. Then you accused me of lying and we argued about our feelings for another until you started to cry. I tried to make you understand, but you didn't, you knew things wouldn't be the same. I told you I loved you one last time before I left you, all alone right here on these swings."

Jade found it hard to swallow as tears welled in his eyes, the effect from this memory of both his and Davey's. He wondered where Davey was going with it.

"I never really loved her, not like I loved you anyway. God, did I try, but the feelings weren't there anymore. They hadn't been there to start with. I don't know why I stayed with her for so long. Maybe it was for the happiness I had been seeking since the day I left you or maybe it was the feeling of loving somebody that kept me there. I'm still not sure. But now that's it's over, I feel a little bit better, but not much. I gave up something so dear to me. I gave up the person that would never hurt me, the person that had my heart since the day we met. I gave up the one thing that I never wanted to be taken from me. And maybe it was fate, maybe God doesn't hate me after all, but you came back, you came back to play with the band, but not for me. But, every night that we were on stage together I wished that that physical connection we had was real, I wished that it went past the performance, but it never did."

"What are you trying to say?" Jade asked, feeling upset himself after what Davey had said.

"I'm trying to say that..." Davey trailed off, shuddering in the wind. "I'm trying to say that I still love you, Jade. I'm trying to say that I'd do anything to have you back. I'm trying to say that I'm sorry for all of the pain I caused you. I'm trying to say...” Davey's voice caught in his throat as he choked back a sob. "...that I want you back. Jade, I would kill to have you hold me again, to have you kiss me again, to just love me again. But...I was stupid. I fucked up..." Davey lowered his head, tears dripping down on the grass.

Jade placed his index finger under Davey's chin, moving Davey's head so that they were looking each other in the eye. "I don't want to forget this, Davey. Let's start over. Let's start from the beginning at our first kiss." Jade scooted forward, placing a hand on Davey's cheek as their lips connected in a soft kiss that sent chills down both their spines.

Davey smiled at Jade, dark eyes lighting up. "And this is the part when you tell me that you love me and promise me that this will last forever." Jade chuckled, wiping away his falling tears. He kissed Davey again, whispering I love you against the younger man's lips.

Jade stood moving in front of Davey who stared up at him. He extended his hands and pulled Davey to his feet. "Let me hold you." Davey nodded and Jade wrapped his arms around Davey's body. Davey laid his head against Jade's chest. "Don't let me go, Jade. Please don't let me go."

FIN

.019.

2006-01-21T23:36:26Z

Ahh. I've started on the fourth chapter for Bittersweet, but I have no desire to write anything right now. Poo. But I found out that I never posted my first FFTL piece. I'm not sure why. I'll post it though. Kk.

Title: Fable
Pairing: Matt x Sonny [FFTL]
Rating: Mature for Sexual Content
Summary: Sonny and Matt return home from a long tour to a bed ready for some sweet love making.
Disclaimer: Ahh. This never happened. I don't own anything. Yada yada yada. K. Don't sue me.

"I'm so fucking glad to be home," Matt yells, dropping his suitcase onto the carpeted floor as he entered the house. Sonny followed him into the living room and shut the door behind him.

"So am I," Sonny agreed, also dropping his bags. He walked over to Matt and wrapped his arms around the guitarist's neck. Their lips met in a heated, yet passionate kiss. Sonny let Matt's tongue slip past his slightly parted lips and slowly rub against his own. He moaned into Matt's mouth, feeling his cock stir in his jeans as Matt deepened the kiss.

Matt pulled back, receiving a whimper of loss from Sonny. He took Sonny's hands in his. "But I think I'm happier to know that we can have sex in our own bed anytime we want," Matt said, causing the vocalist to grin. He sat down on the couch behind him, pulling Sonny into his lap, his chest against Sonny's back.

Matt's mouth found its way to Sonny's neck, licking and sucking at the overly sensitive flesh. Sonny sighed, feeling more relaxed than ever after months of touring. He tossed his head back, allowing Matt to find his pulse and suck on the skin hard enough to leave a mark. Matt's hands slipped under the skin tight T-shirt that Sonny wore. His guitar calloused fingers ran up and down Sonny's chest and across his small, firm nipples. Matt licked the side of Sonny's neck, twirling one of Sonny's nubs between his thumb and index finger. Sonny moaned, arching his chest into Matt's touch, and slowly began to grind down on Matt's crotch. He felt Matt growing hard beneath him and he moaned with Matt, both of them getting turned on by the sensations they were creating.

"Matty," Sonny breathed. "I need you so bad, baby." Matt groaned at Sonny's words as his lover continued to grind against him. He bit down on Sonny's neck and Sonny gasped. "Matt, please..." Matt kissed the spot he had just bitten and removed his hands from Sonny's T-shirt. "Upstairs, now," he instructed. Sonny complied, quickly standing up and nearly sprinting up the staircase.

Matt hesitated a moment before following Sonny's path to the bedroom they shared. He stopped dead in his tracks as his jaw fell slack.

"Matty," Sonny cooed. He was sprawled on the bed, absolutely naked except for the sheet that he had draped around him.

Matt's eyes never left Sonny's almost perfect body as he walked across the room and climbed on top of Sonny. He pinned Sonny's arms above his head and Sonny growled, though happy to be dominated. He lightly pressed a kiss to Sonny's lips, letting his tongue glide across them. His hips worked a slow and steady grinding rhythm against Sonny's. Sonny moaned and thrust his opens hips up against Matt's, causing both of them to shudder, and then moan.

Their lips met in short, rough kiss that Matt easily dominated, his tongue exploring every region of Sonny's awaiting mouth. Matt groaned, still working his hips against Sonny's. Sonny's fingers entangled in Matt's hair as he closed his mouth over Matt's. He sucked on Matt's tongue, feeling Matt tremble slightly.

Finally and with some difficulty Matt pulled back and stood up. He slowly rid himself of his jeans, enjoying watching Sonny squirm on the bed, aching for Matt's touch, and rock hard. Matt pulled his T-shirt off and let it fall to the floor. He wasn't wearing boxers and he saw Sonny smile at what he saw.

Sonny sat up, clutching his sheet, and scooted over to the edge of the bed where Matt was standing. He positioned himself so his mouth was directly in front of Matt's erection. He kissed Matt's tip and felt him tremble as waves of ecstasy passed through his body. Sonny twirled his tongue around Matt's head and then ran it up the length of his cock. Then in one liquid motion, Sonny took the head of Matt's cock into his mouth. Matt let out a glorious moan that could shatter grass, planting his hands firmly on the back of Sonny's head. Sonny worked his lips around Matt's cock, taking more of it into his hot and willing mouth. Matt's moans grew louder as his tip hit the back of Sonny's throat. He had Sonny's wild hair clutched in his hand, tugging hard as Sonny molested his member. He groaned loudly as Sonny dragged his teeth along his cock.

"Oh, fuck, Sonny," Matt moaned, "I need you so bad right now. Please, baby?" Sonny moved achingly slow as he removed Matt's cock from his mouth with a pop. With his mouth just a centimeter away from Matt's tip, Sonny said, "Matty, I need you inside of me right now."

And with that, Matt pushed Sonny back on to bed and crawled next to him as Sonny scooted toward the headboard. He grabbed the sheet and tossed it onto the floor, revealing Sonny's almost perfect body. Matt smiled, never letting his eye's leave Sonny's as he settled himself lower on the bed and between Sonny's legs.

Matt kissed the inside of Sonny's thighs, causing the front man's breath to shiver involuntarily. He then pushed Sonny's hips back against his chest; Sonny's breath catching in his throat in anticipation. Matt leaned down and flicked his tongue across Sonny's entrance, receiving a low moan from him. Slowly, Matt pushed his tongue inside Sonny's body. Sonny tossed his head back, biting down hard on his lip rings, stifling a loud moan. He arched his back, wanting to feel more of Matt's tongue inside of him.

Sonny whimpered when Matt sat up. "Turn over, Sonny," Matt instructed. Sonny quickly obliged, feeling as if he'd burst with excitement as he pushed himself up on his hands and knees. The bed shifted as Matt moved behind Sonny. He ran his nails down Sonny's back and gave his ass a nice squeeze. Sonny hissed, glancing back at Matt.

The guitarist leaned over to the nightstand and pulled open the top drawer, rummaging through the various items in the drawer before finding the one he sought: a container of lube. He quickly applied the scented gel to his member and spread it across Sonny's opening.

He then aligned himself with Sonny's hole and slowly pushed in, careful not to hurt Sonny in any way. "Shit," Sonny moaned, though he was in some pain he was almost overwhelmed by the pleasure. Once Matt was in as far as he could go, Sonny wriggled his hips to accommodate him. Matt pulled back and began a slow but steady rhythm. Matt's hands gripped Sonny's hips as he groaned, continuing to pull back and push in. Sonny arched his back, trying to take more of Matt inside of him. Matt began to move faster, his hips thrusting into Sonny's as he pushed into Sonny harder.

"I want it hard, Matty," Sonny growled.

Matt responded with, "Fuck, Sonny," he moaned, "you're so fucking tight." Sonny whimpered. With every thrust, Matt went deeper inside Sonny, working himself up to a faster pace. Suddenly the tip of his cock hit Sonny's prostate. Sonny screamed.

"Oh, fuck, Matty," he moaned, glancing back at Matt. "Right there, baby!"

"Right here, baby, huh?" Matt gasped, hitting Sonny's prostate again. Sonny cried out in pleasure, his hand clutching the fitting sheet tightly.

"Yes! Right fucking there!" Sonny screamed, hanging his head as sweat ran down his face. Matt groaned, running his hand up and down Sonny's glistening sweat covered back. Sonny felt himself get tighter around Matt's cock as he moaned loudly, enjoying the feeling of Matt thrusting in and out of him.

"Matt, fucking faster, harder!" Sonny instructed, both men moaning at Sonny's words and the sweet friction they were creating. Matt complied, fucking Sonny hard and fast, causing the headboard to slam against the wall with each and every thrust.

Matt's hand right hand left Sonny's thigh to squeeze one of Sonny's firm cheeks before moving to his milky chest and down to his hard-on. Sonny groaned arching into Matt's touch as Matt wrapped his fingers around his cock.

Sonny couldn't help but to scream again as Matt slammed into him, nailing his prostate. "Fuck! Shit, I'm so close, Matty," he moaned. His was response was Matt pumping his cock quicker and harder, still slamming into him, hitting his sweet spot with every thrust.

"C'mon, Sonny. Come for me, baby," Matt groaned, lost in ecstasy. He felt Sonny's walls tighten around his cock and he knew Sonny wasn't going to last for another moment without release.

"Matt! Oh my fucking God! I'm fucking coming! Shit, I'm gonna come!" Sonny screamed as Matt thrust into Sonny again, slamming against Sonny's prostate, his hand moving quickly around Sonny's member.

"That's right, Sonny. Come for me. Come for your, Matty," Matt instructed, biting his tongue to suppress a moan. And with that, Sonny's stomach finally let go. Sonny's orgasm coursed through his body as came, body tightening as he filled Matt's hand with his seed.

The sight and sound of Sonny coming was enough to drive Matt over the edge. "SONNY!" Matt screamed, thrusting into Sonny's body several times before filling Sonny up with come. The two moaned together loudly as they both rode their releases.

Matt pulled out, spent from his orgasm, and laid on his beside Sonny who was flat on his stomach, his arms having buckled. The two sat laid quietly for a few moments, the only sound penetrating the room was their ragged breathing as they tried to get their hearts beating at a normal rate.

Finally, Sonny snuggled against Matt's chest, kissing the damp skin. "That felt so fucking good, Matt," he said, running his fingers across Matt's nipples.

"You feel so fucking good," Matt corrected Sonny, draping his arm across Sonny's back. "We're not going to be back on the road for a couple of months," Matt informed Sonny.

Sonny nodded. "Good. The more time we can spend in this bed and I don't mean sleeping in it, dear." Matt laughed before placing a kiss on the top of Sonny's head. "Thank you, Matty."

Matt smiled, locking eyes with Sonny. "Any time, babe," he said and the two chuckled. They stayed quiet for a while before Matt noticed that Sonny was struggling to keep his eyes open. "I love you, Sonny," he said.

Sonny smiled up at him. "I love you too, Matt." He leaned up and gave Matt a kiss on the lips before making himself comfortable in his boyfriends arms and falling asleep.

Get yo club on

2006-01-16T18:51:49Z

Suuup, kids? K, an update for Bittersweet. Woo and Hoo. There was drama with the second chapter, but I'm still continuing the story. This chapter turned out longer than I expected. Some 4,000 odd words and 200 somethin paragraphs. Pssh. It took me a while to write. Last night and this morning. The ending isn't very good because I rushed it cause I want to go downstairs. So yeah. Onto the goodness.

Title: Bitter Pill
Pairing: Sonny x Travis
Rating: PG-13 for now I suppose
Summary: Oh, he was a beautiful broken boy with his cut up wrists and bruises. Oh, he's a hero with a Jack Daniel's tee and he's going to save that broken boy. Yes, he's going to save him, he's going to love that broken boy. Oh, why can't this be a fairy tale with a happy ending? Because he's living in a nightmare.
Warning: Ermmm, abuse, rape [later chapters], self-mutilation.
Disclaimer: This is fake. It never happened. And I don't own anything.

[Chapter 01] [Chapter 02]

Chapter 03: Bloody Romance

A small soft sigh escaped Sonny's slightly parted pierced lips and echoed off the pale yellow walls of the tiny bathroom. He ran his hand through his longish dark wet hair. He had just gotten out of a rushed ten minute shower after waking up at nearly half past seven that morning, avoiding being late for class which started at a quarter till eight.

Sonny wrapped the powder blue towel he had grabbed from the linen cabinet around his slim waist and tied it loosely. He left the steamy bathroom and padded down the narrow hallway to his ajar bedroom door. Sonny closed the door behind him, letting the towel drop around his ankles before moving toward his small closet. He quickly slipped into a clean pair of boxers and pulled on a kid-sized black and brown shirt over his still damp chest and tugged a snug pair of black girls' pants on.

Once he was dressed and his old run over sneakers were laced and tied up, Sonny left his bedroom. He tiptoed down the hall and the floorboards groaned underneath the weight of his feet and body as he stepped into the living room. He noticed the shape of Greg's body lying on the couch. He slowly began to creep past it, praying to God that he hadn't somehow disturbed his stepfather's sleep in anyway. But that prayer went unanswered for Sonny felt a coarse hand grip his wrist tightly. He groaned and felt himself being spun around to face Greg.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Greg asked, pulling his step son closer to him. "Huh?" He said after Sonny didn't immediately answer his question.

Sonny felt fear bubble in the pit of his stomach and he nervously glanced at his wristwatch; it read 7:42. Greg let go of Sonny's wrist and took a handful of Sonny's dark hair in his hand. "Answer me, boy," Greg demanded, pulling hard on the strands of hair in his hand. Sonny's Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he choked back a sob. "School," he whispered in a hoarse voice. All hopes of making it to school on time were killed as Greg threw Sonny to the floor.

The tears welling in Sonny's eyes slightly blurred his vision and he recognized the familiar burning feeling in his throat as Greg crept toward him. Sonny attempted to scoot away, but found nowhere to run to as Greg knelt down beside him. Sonny opened his mouth to apologize for whatever he had done to offend Greg, but found he couldn't speak when Greg wrapped his hand around his throat, choking him. Sonny's eyes widened in fear as Greg continued to squeeze. Greg's grip on his neck was fairly loose, but Sonny could still feel his heart pounding against the inside of his chest as fear continued to pump inside his veins. "I'm not going to kill you," Greg said with a smirk. Then, like the sadistic bastard he was, Greg laughed, running his index finger down Sonny's cheek. "Come straight home," he whispered in Sonny's ear before placing a kiss on the teenager's cheek. He let go of Sonny's neck and Sonny began to cough, rubbing his sore neck. With tears rolling down his cheeks, Sonny left the house, Greg's laughter and his rapid heart beat ringing in his ears.

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Sonny made his way down the street to the cafe. It was a quarter after three o' clock and the high school's dismissal bell had rang just a few minutes before. After being tardy for class and receiving a detention, Sonny was determined not be late for anything for the rest of the week, especially work because Tony had been on his case non stop about being late and firing him. Sonny kept his eyes lowered to the ground, watching his scruffy black Vans scrape across the cement of the sidewalk. His backpack was hanging on one shoulder and his text books were clutched in the opposite hand. His hand was shoved into the pocket of his jeans as he fought against the cold air blowing against his near frozen face.

He turned down a familiar alleyway, taking his recently discovered shortcut to the cafe, without noticing the group of guys leaning against the brick wall, who were seemingly waiting, waiting for no one in particular, just waiting for someone to make a victim out of. Maybe if Sonny had seen them he would have realized that he was the victim they were waiting for. Sonny simply zipped up his hoodie and walked past them without a look back.

Then, as if on cue, Sonny turned at the sound of a familiar menacing voice. "Look what we have here, boys," the guy and main leader said. "A nice little fag wearing girls' clothes!" He called, receiving whoops from the rest of his boys. "Aww, lookie here, he's even wearing make up!" The group guffawed at the comment. "C'mon boys, let's teach this pussy a real lesson!"

Sonny broke out into a full out run at the last comment. As he dashed down the alley he could hear the other boy's quick footsteps resounding off the brick walls as they took off after him. The group caught up to Sonny easily. One of the guys tripped him and he landed onto the pavement with a cry of pain. He covered his head and curled up into a ball into the fetal position, preparing himself for the blows that he knew were coming.

And come they did. Sonny bit down on his lip hard, stifling his cries of pain as they landed blows at any spot of his body they could get at. Tears streamed from his eyes as he took random boots to the stomach and punches to his face. Finally, after what seemed to be hours, the relentless punches and kicks stopped and Sonny's attackers pulled back, snickering and pointing at the bloody and bruised mess they had made of him.

"See ya later, fag," they called before turning to leave. Once their footsteps couldn't be heard anymore, Sonny began to sob. His small body shook and ached as he attempted to move. His head hurt and he felt as if his entire rib cage had been shattered. He groaned a little, pulling himself up into a tighter ball, waiting for the pain to subside and praying that someone would find him as he slowly lost consciousness.

"Hey, kid," the familiar voice sounded distant to Sonny, whose shoulders were being shaken gently in an effort to wake him up. Sonny opened his eyes. Though he felt slightly dizzy and his vision was blurred he recognized Travis's face hovering above his. He wondered where he was and what had happened when he suddenly remembered when pain surged throughout his body. Every inch of him was aching as he recalled being attacked not too long before. Sonny gazed distantly at Travis. "It's me, Travis. Are you okay?" Sonny slowly shook his head. Travis swore under his breath and helped Sonny sit up. He raised his hand and gently caressed Sonny's tear-streaked cheek. His hand was slightly calloused, but Sonny liked the feel of it and leaned in to Travis's touch. Before he could stop himself, Sonny began to cry again. By instinct, Travis hugged Sonny to him, rubbing his back in circular motions, and cooing, "Shh. It's going to be okay," to soothe the younger boy. Sonny hesitantly wrapped his arms around Travis's neck, burying his face into the crook of his neck, Travis's black shirt soaking up the tears. Sonny felt safe for the first time in a long while in Travis's strong arms.

The two stayed like that for a few minutes, kneeling in the alleyway, hugging. Sonny finally pulled away, looking embarrassed, but feeling warm inside. "Can you walk me to work?" He asked, afraid that his attackers would still be hanging around. Travis nodded with a comforting smile. He helped Sonny up and gathered Sonny's books as well as his backpack in his arms before they made their way over to Sonny's job.

Travis handed Sonny his things once they had made it safely to the cafe and were standing under the neon said that flash The Coffee Bean. He gingerly placed his hand on Sonny's hip and gently rubbed his bruising cheek. "You should put some ice on that so it doesn't swell," He told Sonny. Sonny simply nodded, looking down, his cheeks catching fire at all the attention Travis was giving him. "I better get going," he said, checking his watch; it was three thirty-five. Travis nodded in agreement. "When's your break?" He asked. "Maybe I can swing by."

"No," Sonny quickly said and immediately felt bad about how harsh it sounded. "But..." he began. And to his and Travis's surprise, with courage he thought he never had, he continued, "Maybe you can pick me up and we can get a bite to eat." He stammered as he spoke and looked up into Travis's warm dark eyes, uncertainty dancing in his own. "Sure," Travis nodded. "That would be great." He gave Sonny's hand a gentle squeeze. "I'll see you later," he said and Sonny nodded, entering the cafe with the jingle of bells and a small wave goodbye.

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"Yo, Travis!" Eric, Travis's co-worker and close friend said, tapping the man on the shoulder. Travis seemed to be in a trance of sorts as he stared at the shirt racks, eyes like blank canvases. He frowned at his friend, who had spent most of his shift staring into space, daydreaming of course, and doodling on blank pieces of scratch paper and his own arms. "Travis!" Eric yelled, slightly irritated, and immediately felt the eyes of the customers on him. He smiled guiltily as Travis blinked a few times, looking lost.

"What happened?" Travis asked, looking around the small shop. Eric shook his head and smacked Travis on the back of the head. Travis stuck his tongue out at his body and glanced at the old clock. It was almost eight thirty. "Oh shit," he muttered, remembering that he and Sonny were supposed to be getting something to eat after Sonny's shift ended. "I gotta go," he exclaimed.

"Where the hell are you going?" Eric called, watching Travis duck into the back room where he grabbed his things before rushing from behind the counter.

"I'm going to be late!" Travis called back to Eric before dashing out of the shop.

"Pshh," Eric muttered. "If you hadn't been daydreaming the whole goddamn time, you would've realized the time." Eric shook his head again before returning back to the shirt racks.

Outside Jay's, Travis was climbing into his car and slamming the driver's door shut. He didn't bother to buckle up before speeding off into the night in the direction of The Coffee Bean. He wasn't sure how he had forgotten about his date with Sonny that evening because he had spent a majority of his shift thinking about the kid and gotten yelled at by Eric for it.

Travis reached the small cafe and quickly parked. He jogged over to the main door, the sound of bells tinkling ringing in his arms, as he entered the cafe. He slowed, seeing Sonny and his boss standing in the center of the room, and realized that the man was fussing at the kid once again. Travis bit down on his lip ring before stepping in and walking over to Sonny who was trembling in what Travis assumed was fear as his boss fussed at him.

Travis placed his hand on Sonny's shoulder and Sonny nearly jumped out of his skin. He quickly turned around and calmed down a little once he realized it was Travis. "Travis!" He exclaimed, a little surprised to see the older man. "What are you doing here?" Sonny asked. Travis didn't respond for Sonny's boss was yelling again. "Who the hell is this, your little boyfriend?!" The large man spat. Travis simply smirked. He walked past Sonny and stood face to face with the man.

"Excuse me, Mr.," Travis paused and stepped closer to the man, touching his name tag to read the word printed on it, "Tony," he continued, "that is none of your business. So, if you don't mind, Sonny and I have something planned, so he'll be leaving now." Travis stood back to admire the look of shock on Tony's face which quickly turned to one of distaste. Travis smiled sweetly and took Sonny's hand in his before turning to Sonny. "Let's go, kid," he said Sonny before leading him out of the cafe.

Sonny stopped in the middle of the sidewalk as Travis pulled him toward his Honda. Travis turned, frowning slightly. "What was that?" Sonny asked, still shocked at what Travis had done. No one ever did that to people like Tony. And no one had ever done something like that for him.

"What are you talking about?" Travis asked, smiling. Sonny shook his head in disbelief. "Come on, you. You look like you haven't had a decent meal in weeks." Sonny followed Travis to his car and he climbed in before Travis did the same. "So," Travis began, stopping at a light on one of the city's main streets," where do you want to go? Any place in particular?" He glanced at Sonny.

Sonny shrugged. He didn't know many of the city's places to eat. "I don't know. Any where is fine," he trailed off. "I don't have much money with me," he informed Travis. "McDonald's would be fine."

Travis chuckled, turning to Sonny again and placing a hand on his knee. "Don't worry about the money, kid," he said, smiling. "Cute boys like you shouldn't even be seen in McDonald's." Sonny blushed and Travis winked at him before cutting a corner.

No more than five minutes later, Travis and Sonny found themselves parking in a small lot next to a small building which Sonny recognized from a commercial he had seen as Lucille's. Though he had never been inside the restaurant, Sonny knew what kind of people at there, and he knew that he would stick out. But before he could protest about Travis's choice of restaurants, Travis was beside the passenger door, pulling it open, and offering Sonny a hand to help him out of the car. Sonny inhaled deeply and accepted Travis's hand, standing up beside the taller man, who shut the passenger door.

"Come on," Travis said, his dark eyes lighting up as he turned his car alarm on. He never let go of Sonny's hand as they made their way to the restaurant’s main entrance. Travis turned once they reached the door for Sonny had stopped again. "What's wrong?" Travis asked, slightly confused. Sonny hesitated a moment before saying, "I can't go in there. I look terrible." He gestured toward his bruised face and old clothing. Travis shrugged it off, moving to close the space between him and Sonny. He caressed Sonny's cheek with one hand, stroking his dark locks of hair, and his other hand was still wrapped around Sonny's. "Who cares?" He said. "No one's going to care how you look. Besides, I think you still look good," Travis said, offering Sonny a smile. Sonny simply blushed, turning away from Travis with a half-hearted smile playing on his pierced lips. Travis grinned, knowing he had convinced Sonny.

The two entered the small restaurant and were seated fairly quickly. They settled at a small booth in the far, dimly lit corner of the restaurant, sitting opposite one another. Both picked up their menu's, glancing over the items. Sonny watched Travis close his menu and sit it back on the table in just moments though he himself was still undecided.

"I..." Sonny stammered, unsure of what to order, and afraid of sounding stupid and silly.

Travis gave him a small comfortable smile. "Try the chicken salad," he said, "or the spaghetti. It doesn't matter; they're both pretty good." Sonny nodded, deciding to go with the salad, wanting to keep his almost non existent diet healthy. He told Travis what he wanted and Travis then told the waiter. With the two orders of salad and Pepsi's, the total came to be more than twenty-five dollars. Sonny bit his lip uncomfortably, slipping his hand into his pocket and taking out his wallet. He placed his hands on the table as he searched through the small bills. Travis frowned. He placed his hands over Sonny's and pushed them back gently. "Don't worry about it," he told Sonny, shaking his head with a smile. Sonny opened his mouth to protest, but Travis raised his index finger to his lips, gesturing for him to be quiet.

"So," Travis began as they waited for the waitress with their orders, "tell me about yourself, Sonny. I've seen you once or twice and now we're having dinner and I don't even know your last name or how old you are." Travis gave Sonny a curious look.

Sonny bit his lip, something he did by instinct whenever he was nervous. "Well," he murmured," My name's Sonny Moore," he said. "I'm seventeen; eighteen this January. I'm a senior at Miller High School. And..." He trailed off, unsure of what else to say. He wasn't used to this telling people about himself thing. People rarely asked him what his name was before shooting him down for one reason or another. There wasn't much he could say anyway. He was a nobody and no one really gave a flying fuck so it didn't really matter.

"I see. You're pretty small to be seventeen." Travis chuckled and Sonny pouted, blushing. "Aww, I'm kidding," Travis said, pouting back and rubbing Sonny's hand. "I remember when I was seventeen. I hated school back then. I just wanted to get out of the town I was in. That's all I cared about." He gazed off into space and spoke as if he wasn't really talking to Sonny, but himself. "But yeah... My last name is Richter and I'm not one of those rebellious teens anymore, just a twenty-three year old still trying to get out." He turned back to Sonny, giving the boy an odd smile.

Sonny's expression was just of shock. He wasn't sure what to say to that. No one really shared things like that with him. Fortunately, the waitress arrived beside their booth with their orders, placing each one in front of them. Sonny and Travis both said their thank yous before picking up their forks. Sonny poked at his salad with his fork as Travis began to eat in silence. He was starving, but afraid of the first bite.

Travis swallowed and looked up. He laughed and Sonny gave him a curious look. "It's salad. It doesn't bite back." Sonny laughed a little before sticking his fork into a piece of lettuce and a tomato slice. He chewed it and swallowed it down with an mmm. "You like?" Travis asked, grinning. Sonny nodded, his ears going pink.

"Are you a vegetarian or something?" Travis asked, trying to break the ice after eating in silence for five minutes and noticing that Sonny was eating around the strips of chicken. Sonny realized what Travis was talking about and swallowed the crouton he had been chewing. "Oh, um, I don't know. I'm not a big meat fan, but if I was really hungry I'd eat anything, even a chicken." Sonny's answered caused both him and Travis to smile a little. "You get me?"

Travis nodded, glancing around the slightly crowded restaurant. Sonny frowned, hoping that he hadn't caused Travis's loss of interest in him. He tucked his hair behind his ears "Travis?" He said softly, trying to gain the older man's attention again. Travis looked at Sonny, taking a sip of his soda. "Why did you bother?" He asked and continued, "I mean when you saw me earlier after those guys jumped me. Why did you bother to help me? Any one else would have kept going, they would have just turned a blind eye on me. I'm no one really. Just another brick in the wall. Just another pathetic teenager."

This shocked Travis. He had never expected Sonny to say something like that, at least not now anyway. Sonny himself couldn't believe he had said that. The two locked eyes. "Because, Sonny, you are not a nobody. You are something special whether you believe it or not. And you, my friend are not pathetic. The pathetic people are the ones that have hurt you." Travis paused and Sonny's heart fluttered. "I helped you because I felt a connection with you even though I barely knew you. I helped you because I don't want to see you hurting. And you don't deserve all the shit that's thrown at you. You and I both know it. And I know we're different in a lot of ways, but Sonny, I think I like you. I might even love you if you let me."

Sonny was sure his heart had stopped. His breath fluttered in shock as a tear rolled down his cheek. He could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks as they turned a dark red and he could feel his heart swell as if it had been healed somehow. Right then, in that moment, Sonny felt something that he had never felt before. He felt loved. He felt cared about. And he liked that feeling. "Thank you, Travis," he said, lowering his eyes, smiling. Then he looked up, drowning in Travis's dark orbs. "I think I like you, too, Travis." With those words he leaned across the table and placed a soft kiss on Travis's cheek. He leaned back in his seat, his face as well as Travis's burning as they smiled at one another. Sonny didn't want this moment to ever end, but found that it would once he glanced at his watch. It was 9:25 and Greg's voice echoed in his ears. Come straight home. Sonny whimpered, knowing that Greg would be upset about him getting home late.

"What's wrong?" Travis asked. Sonny frowned, a look of worry crossing his face. "I have to get home," he said without any further explanation. He quickly stood up and rushed over toward the restaurant's exit. "Sonny! Wait up. I'll give you a ride!" Travis called jogging out of the restaurant to catch up with Sonny.

He found Sonny standing near his Honda, waiting. "Hey!" Travis called, opening the passenger door for Sonny before climbing into the passenger's seat and starting the car. He pulled out of the parking area and made his way down the busy California streets that led to Sonny's house. Sonny bit down on his lip nervously, surprised that he hadn't drawn blood by now, and tapped his foot anxiously. Travis reached over to him, placing a hand on his thigh. "Relax, kid. Everything is going to be okay. I'll get you home in a few minutes." He offered Sonny a comforting smile, but Sonny continued to fret, glancing out of the window every so often and not listening to what Travis was saying. Travis began to wonder as Sonny pulled back the sleeves of his hoodie, revealing his cut up inner arms. Something wasn't right. The guys who had jumped Sonny couldn't be the only ones that were beating up on the kid. They couldn't be. There had to be someone else, maybe at home because Sonny wasn't just wearing a look of worry on his face, but one of fear also. Travis decided that this wasn't the right time to ask questions. He began to rub Sonny's knee soothingly in an attempt to calm him down. Sonny began to relax and mumbled an apology. Travis nodded.

"What happened to your wrist?" Travis asked, trying to break the ice that had formed once again.

"I.." Sonny stammered, unsure of what to say. "Compass," he answered.

"What about the bruise?" Travis asked, knowing that compass referred to the large amount of cuts on Sonny's wrist.

Before Sonny could answer Travis arrived at his house. Travis climbed out of the car and helped Sonny out. He noticed the light in what he assumed what was the living room through the closed blinds of the front window and the eye that was peeking at him and Sonny. Travis held Sonny's hand as he walked him to his front door.

"Thank you," Sonny said. "It was nice."

"You're welcome," Travis replied. "We should do it again, real soon." Sonny nodded in agreement. "I had fun with you, Sonny. I want to see you again. Maybe we can do dinner and a movie some time soon." Sonny nodded again, still looking worried. Travis saw this and closed the gap between him and Sonny. Slowly and carefully, he placed his lips to Sonny's in a soft kiss. Sonny let his eyes slide shut as Travis slightly slipped Sonny his tongue. Travis pulled back, leaving Sonny breathless, his lips slightly parted. "Good night," he said, handing Sonny a tiny piece of paper and heading back to his care. Sonny watched Travis pull off into the night before unlocking his front door, unleashing the hell that was ready to break loose.

Oh and big thanks to the reviewers of Chapter 01 & 02. I'm gonna list 'em cause they're comments make me smile. [:

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2006-01-09T05:12:20Z

Ahhh. I dunno. I need to finish chap 03 for Bittersweet. Pssh. Whatever for that. I'll get it done before February. Here's a story I wrote a while back, but never posted. I hope y'allz like.

Title: Complete Heat
Pairing: Matt x Tony [MEST]
Rating: Mature for sexual content.
Summary: Another drunken afternoon in Matt's life, but maybe it's more than that. After Tony sees Matt and Jeremiah fooling around, he's a bit curious. Incest.

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing this neva happened.

Complete Heat

You weren't even sure how it had happened. You had been drunk as usual. All you remember was that you and Tony were in your aunt and uncle's, his parents', living room. They were out of town and you had promised to watch your younger cousin. It wasn't something you were too happy about, having been forced into it by your own parents, but you agreed anyway.

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You sat on the couch in the living room watching Tony's unconscious body on the floor before you. He had come in from a party that morning and passed out on the floor. He was probably piss drunk and high off his ass. You groaned, leaning back and picking up the remote to the television. You flipped through the channels just to kill time. You were waiting for your boyfriend Jere. He said he would stop by and keep you company.

There was a knock on the front door and you stood up. You trudged over to the door and looked through the peep hole. You see Jeremiah standing on Tony's front porch. You open the door and Jere smiles. "Hey, baby," he said loudly, his words were slurred together. Your index finger moved to your mouth and you told him to keep quiet. He nodded and kissed you hungrily and sloppily. You moaned against his mouth, your tongue sliding against his in a dance. You backed into the house, pulling Jere with you and closed Tony's front door with your foot. Jere sat the case of beer he was carrying on the floor beside the couch. He wrapped his arms around your neck and kissed you again. You could taste the alcohol on him and feel his erection pressing into your stomach. "I need you, Matt," Jere panted and broke the kiss. You simply nodded.

You wrapped your arms around Jere's waist and his legs wrapped around yours, his fingers laced together tightly behind your neck. You carried him up the stairs, nearly falling because you couldn't see that well when Jere started placing kisses all over your face. You reached Tony's bedroom and pushed the ajar door open with your foot. You dropped Jere onto Tony's unmade bed and he whimpered as he landed. "Strip," you said and Jere quickly obliged, tugging off his clothes and tossing them onto the floor. You didn't bother to take your own clothes off because you knew that you could quickly get Jere off with a blowjob when he was intoxicated.

Jere whimpered as you continued to stare at his naked body. "Matt," he whined. You looked up into his eyes and saw the flames of lust dance within them. You crawled onto the bed and kneeled beside Jere. You ran your tongue down the side of his neck, slicking it with your saliva. His tongue came out of his mouth to meet your own and it wasn't really a kiss, droll running down Jere's chin. It made you moan though. You asked Jere what he wanted you to do to him. "Suck my dick, baby," he answered.

With little effort, you pushed Jere back onto the bed. Then you crawled between his legs and you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and began to stroke him slowly. Jere groaned and told you to put your mouth on it in a small child-like voice. You lowered your head and ran your tongue across Jere's slit. He hissed, entangling his fingers in your dark hair. You licked the pre cum off Jere's tip and twirled your tongue around it. "Matt..." Jere trailed off, pushing your head down toward his throbbing cock.

You take Jere's cock to the hilt and your throat muscles relaxed. You slid your mouth up and down the length of his cock, your head bobbing in his lap like a hooker doing what she did best. Jere's hand pressed against the back of your head as he thrust his hips up into your mouth. Your hands slip beneath his body and you push his hips up, helping him fuck your mouth. Jere tilted his head back and moaned incoherently as you deep throated him.

You felt Jere's legs shake and he arched his back up. His muscles tightened and he squeezed his eyes shut, his lips parted. Jere came in your mouth and his seed spilled across your tongue, some slipping past your lips. You swallowed Jere down and licked your lips. You wiped the cum running down your chin off with the back of your hand.

Jere was panting from his orgasm and mumbling incoherent words. You crawled back up his body and laid on his chest. He leaned up and kissed you, moaning as he tasted himself in your mouth. You pulled away and grabbed Jere's clothes. You helped him put his clothes back on after you cleaned Jere up. He said thank you and kissed you again. You just smiled and led him back downstairs.

The two of you hung around downstairs on the couch for about an hour, drinking some of the beers Jere had brought. Jere saved a couple for Tony whenever he woke up. Then he kissed you goodbye because he had to be home at a certain time.

****

It had been over an hour since Jere had left and Tony had woken up. You two were watching the football game and there was a beer clutched in Tony's hand. You stared at the television screen, not really into the game, just needing something to keep your eyes on. You could feel Tony's eyes burning holes into the side of your face. You turned and he blushed because he knew that you had caught him staring.

"What?" You asked though you didn't really care. Tony shrugged and you rolled your eyes at him. You and Tony stared at each other for a few minutes; the only sound that could be heard was the commentator on the TV.

"I saw you give Jere a blowjob," Tony said as if he was telling you that the weather was nice. Your jaw fell slack and your eyes went wide. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but nothing came out of it.

"What?" You asked, shocked.

"I saw you two in my room," Tony said. "I had woken up and went looking for you. My bedroom door was open and I saw you guys on the bed," he explained to you.

You buried your face in the palms of your hands. You felt sick and your heart might have stopped. This horrified you. Tony wasn't supposed to have seen that. He was too young even though you knew he had been given blowjobs many times before. But he wasn't supposed to see you giving one. He looked up to you. He didn't even know you were gay. "Tony, I'm so fucking sorry," you said, looking into Tony's eyes. You didn't know what else to say.

Tony just shook his head. "What else have you done with Jere?" He asked. You were taken aback by the question and when you realized that Tony's expression was more curious than angry or disgusted you didn't want to answer the question. "Have you ever had sex with him?" You definitely didn't want to answer that because the truth was yes, you had. Tony didn't need to know that though. "I've done things with a guy before..." Tony tells you. You wanted to ask who the guy was and what he did with him, but couldn't bring yourself to it. "I let him finger me and suck me off. It felt okay I guess." Tony paused, pouting a little. "But I've never fucked a guy or been fucked by one," he says bluntly.

Now you know that your jaw had hit the ground. This was a lot of information. You knew Tony was sexually mature for his age, having had many girlfriends and always under the influence of alcohol or drugs, but you never would have thought that Tony had done anything with a guy.

"Matt?" Tony said your name and you knew that he was wondering if he still had your attention. You looked up, letting him know that he did. "I want to though. I want to try, Matt." You knew this wasn't just a statement; it was more of a question, a request.

"No." That was your answer even though the idea of doing such a thing with Tony turned you on. That was the right answer, but you wanted to do something wrong like fuck your own cousin. It might have been because you were heavily intoxicated or maybe just because you were sick like that but it turned you on and you couldn't help it.

Tony didn't say anything. He crawled over to your side of the couch and into your lap. He straddled your waist, his knees planted on either side of your legs. He leaned his forehead against yours and you locked eyes with him. You saw the same passion and lust coursing through your veins in Tony's eyes. His eyes were pleading. Then, without a second thought, you pressed your lips to his. Tony kissed you back and his tongue forced entry into your mouth. Your tongues battled it out, wrapping around one another and your own gained control of the kiss. Tony moaned against your mouth, his arms wrapped around your neck deepening the kiss. You felt Tony's erection against you and your own cock stirred inside your jeans.

Tony pulled back and peeled his T-shirt off his sweaty body. He leaned back against the opposite end of the couch and lifted his hips so that you could tug his jeans along with his boxers down and toss them to the floor. You discarded your own clothing rather quickly and kissed Tony again.

You kept your lips on Tony's as you slid a finger inside his body. Tony jerked his hips up in surprise. His muscles tightened around your finger, automatically trying to expel it. You massaged the muscle until your finger slid in with ease. Then you pulled it out and Tony let a whimper of loss slip past his parted lips. The whimper turned into a moan when you pressed into Tony with two fingers this time. Tony squirmed on your fingers as he tried to find a comfortable position and bent his legs up slightly.

Your fingers graze Tony's prostate and cries out in pleasure. He presses back down against your fingers harder. Tony moaned. He was sitting up partially and rocking slightly on your fingers. You wrapped one arm around Tony and sat back on your knees between Tony's thighs. You pulled him up a little more and Tony grasped onto your shoulder with one hand while his other went behind him to brace himself with your hand on his back and your fingers sliding inside of him. Tony forced himself down on your fingers and let out a breathy moan. His movements became more fluid and you only thrust your fingers a little letting Tony do most of the work. "Oh fuck.." Tony moaned, moving his hips harder so that your fingers hit his prostate again. "It feels so fucking good," he panted.

"You like that, Tony?" You asked him coyly with an almost mischievous smile on your face. He nodded rapidly and then spoke. "I'd like it better if it was your cock instead." You bit down on your lip to keep from moaning at Tony's words. "Do you want that, Tony?" You asked and received the answer you wanted when Tony nodded his head again. You pulled your fingers out of Tony's body and he wailed in protest.

Tony pushed you flat onto the couch and his cock twitched in anticipation. He spat on his hands and lubricated your cock with his saliva. He steadied your cock with one hand and sat back. His body jerked and you groaned, enjoying this feeling of being inside Tony. Tony's face was blissful as he sat down fully, the backs of his thighs against your lap.

He planted the palms of his hands down on your chest firmly. He moved his body against yours and you moaned as you both entered your own nirvana.

"Ung," you groaned, clutching the couch cushions beneath you, your knuckles turned white. "Just like that, Tony," you panted. You bucked your hips up against Tony, causing the both of you to groan loudly.

"Like this, baby?" Tony moaned in a teasing voice though it was breathy and stained with desperation. He crashed back down on you and the tip of your cock hit his prostate. Tony screamed and you moaned in ecstasy.

"Mmm. Just like that, baby!"

Your erection was buried deep inside Tony as he continued to throw his weight down onto you. Your moans meshed together with his and they both grew louder and more constant as both of you were sent spiraling to your orgasms. The sound of the couch squeaking beneath you and Tony moaning above you filled your ears.

Tony tossed his head back, hissing. "Oh fuck. Rightthere, rightfuckingthere!" His words were strung together as he moaned loud enough to shatter glass. You knew your cock was in the right spot, deep inside of him and pressed against that sweet spot inside him. Your body was shivering and sweaty and you wanted Tony to come all over it.

You grasped Tony's erection and you knew it was too much for Tony, you stroking his dick and while you fucked him. "Ahhmmm, Matty," Tony moaned. You pushed your hips up against his weight as he begged you to fuck him over and over again. You felt Tony's muscles tighten around your cock one last time as you continued to pump his cock, working the fluid out of him and onto your chest as he screamed your name. "Come inside me, Matty," Tony instructed. You thrust up again, your cock as far in as it could go and your orgasm shot through your body with you letting out a hoarse moan of Tony's name as you came deep inside your younger cousin.

Tony pulled himself off of your softened cock and laid flush against you. You kissed and he licked at the insides of his mouth, maybe tasting all the beer you had consumed. "Thank you, Matt," he said. You said you're welcome and kissed Tony again. You pulled a blanket around the two of you and fell asleep.

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That definitely wasn't my best sex scene, but oh well.

Feedback is more than welcome. =]

Shizz

2005-12-30T00:30:40Z

Heck yes. I finished the second chapter and I'm working on the third. I really want to finish this.

Title: Bitter Pill
Pairing: Sonny x Travis
Rating: PG-13 for now I suppose
Summary: Oh, he was a beautiful broken boy with his cut up wrists and bruises. Oh, he's a hero with a Jack Daniel's tee and he's going to save that broken boy. Yes, he's going to save him, he's going to love that broken boy. Oh, why can't this be a fairy tale with a happy ending? Because he's living in a nightmare.
Warning: Ermmm, abuse, rape [later chapters], self-mutilation.
Disclaimer: This is fake. It never happened. And I don't own anything.

Chapter 01: Start & Pause

Chapter 02: Seek and Destroy

Sonny inhaled sharply as he dabbed at the cut on his lower lip with a crumpled paper towel. He stood in front of the smudged mirror in The Coffee Bean's men's restroom, trying to fix himself up before his shift at the cafe started. He gently stroked his bruised and slightly swollen cheek. His face didn't look as bad as it had the day before, but the bruise wasn't hidden from view and was noticeable, but that didn't really matter because most would just ignore it anyway. Sonny sighed and applied a fresh line of black around his eyes. He took a step back once he was finished with the eyeliner and looked himself over. He didn't look so bad.

Beyond his black T-shirt, arm warmers, and baggy black Dickies cutoffs Sonny saw someone else, someone that no one could really see or maybe they just didn't want to. This someone was a broken boy that was abused and picked on that held his head down and never stood up for himself with a self-esteem that didn't seem to exist anymore. He had basically given up on life, abandoned eating and taken up self-mutilation, doing himself in. His dignity and self worth was long lost as well as his reason to keep living because deep down inside, no matter how much he tried to look on the Brightside, he knew that he wasn't going to survive much longer in this world when all of its inhabitants seemed to be against him. He had no friends and had given up on trying to fit in because he would never be accepted and the reason seemed to be stamped in bold red letters on his forehead: FAG.

Sonny pulled down his shirt to cover up the large dark purple mark on the pale skin of his exposed lower back. He shut his eyes at the painful memory of how he had gotten it. Opening his eyes again, he tossed the damp tissue he had been using into the waste paper basket near the door.

He glanced at the black watch on his wrist, his eyes widening at the time as he mutter an oh shit to himself because his shift started at three-thirty and it was now 3:29. Sonny quickly put the cap back on his eyeliner pencil and grabbed his badge from the sink top before shoving them both into his back pocket. He dashed out of the restroom, nearly knocking over one of his co-workers as he rushed into the back room of the cafe. He dropped his things off and clocked in. His boss, Tony, threatened to fire him for being ninety seconds late. Sonny apologized over and over. He couldn't afford to lose his job. Besides that, it was the only place besides school that he had to go to keep him away from the hell most would call home. Sonny pulled on his green apron, picked up his pen and notepad, then headed out to take his first order.

The five hour shift went by achingly slow. It usually did, but today the minute hand on the old clock seemed to stop working. The night was uneventful except for the typical yelling from Tony, who watched him like a hawk, and his co-workers as well as some customers for screwing up an order. The snickers and sneers and taunts from the people around him that made tears well up in his eyes didn't make the time pass by any quicker either.

It was nearing 8:15 when Sonny looked up from the album cover he had been looking though at the sound of bells tinkling as the cafe's door opened. He looked toward the door to see who had just entered. His eyes widened ad his jaw went slack in shock. It was him. They guy that worked at Jay's who had sold him In Love and Death. Travis R. that was his name, the one who was going to rescue him.

Sonny watched Travis walk smoothly toward the counter which Sonny stood behind. God, he's beautiful. Sonny thought. His heart seemed to beat faster when Travis looked in his direction and they locked eyes. Travis's eyes seemed to light up at Sonny's familiar face and he smiled at the teenager. Sonny almost smiled back when he remembered that he didn't have a chance. Travis would never be interested in him. There was no point in smiling back especially when his blonde, Barbie-doll like co-worker was batting her eyelashes at Travis and giving him a full red lipstick smile. With that thought, Sonny turned away, hiding beside the blender.

Travis simply smiled at the babbling girl who took his order in her attempt to start conversation. The girl wasn't unattractive, she was far from it, but Travis had been with girls just like her and had had enough of the same old thing. Besides, his interest in women had been fading away for quite some time. His interest in this girl was completely gone after she barked Travis's order of coffee to the boy beside the blender, who obediently began to fix it with shaking hands.

Travis leaned against the counter as he waited for his order, watching the boy closely. He had immediately recognized him from the day he had bought the Used's latest CD days before. It was hard to forget a face like the boy's because he was quite cute and Travis had found it hard to get his mind off of him, having spent most of the day's shift thinking about him, wondering if he'd see him again. Travis let his eyes fall low on the boy's figure, enjoying the view of the boy's ass. The boy turned back around. He was blushing a deep pink color as Travis stared at him. He's beautiful. Travis thought and bit down on his lip ring to hide the seductive smile that had formed on his lips.

Sonny's hands shook as he handed the steaming cup of coffee to Travis. The two locked eyes and Sonny quickly turned away, blushing again. Travis smirked, handing Sonny a ten and telling him to keep the change. He walked away from the counter, coffee and receipt in hand as he moved toward a small table in the back of the room. Sonny couldn't help but to stare at Travis, finding it hard to keep his eyes off him. He spun around at the feel of being smacked on the back of the head. "Get back to work!" his boss demanded and Sonny complied, moving from behind the counter to clean off a few of the empty tables.

Travis took a sip from his coffee as he watched the boy who had handed him his coffee bend over to wipe off a table. That was a nice sight. He almost chuckled as the boy's ass wiggled as he moved back and forth with his wash cloth. Travis was waiting for the right time to approach him. The boy straightened and turned meeting Travis's stare. Travis was unabashed and he smiled slowly. The boy looked a little embarrassed as he moved to the table beside Travis's.

"Hey," Travis said after standing up from the table and placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. The boy almost jumped out of his skin in surprise, though he did jump and spun around quickly, bumping into the taller gentleman as he did so, causing the cup of coffee to splash all over him and onto the floor along with the tray Sonny had been holding onto and his cloth as well. The various items fell to the linoleum with a loud clatter and heads poked up from the counter as well as from the tops of newspapers. Travis gasped as the warm, dark liquid soaked through his shirt.

"Oh shit," Sonny muttered. "I'm so sorry," he mumbled over and over again, bending down to scoop of the things that had fallen as his boss made his way to the scene. Travis knelt beside him, opening his mouth to tell the blushing boy it was okay. "I'm so stupid," he heard the boy mumble as he grabbed his cloth. The boy dabbed at Travis's wet shirt in an effort to help and offered him another cloth to dry off his arms and hands from which coffee dripped. Travis accepted the cloth and stood up, wiping the coffee off his arms, feeling rather sticky afterwards. Sonny straightened, dropping the tray and coffee cup onto a nearby table. He wore a fearful look on his face and his stomach turned as he prayed that Travis wouldn't deck him.

Instead Travis placed his hands on Sonny's trembling shoulders. "It's okay," he said, trying to reassure the boy, moving his head a little to look into the boy's lowered eyes. Sonny slowly raised his head, uncertainty playing his soft eyes. Travis nodded. "It wasn't your fault; I damn near gave you a heart attack." A smile spread across Travis's face and Sonny chuckled softly. "I'm the one that should be apologizing." Sonny murmured an, "It's not necessary." Travis patted Sonny's back. "You're the kid that came to Jay's the other day, right?" he said, smiling when Sonny nodded. "I'm Travis."

"I know," Sonny said, going pink in the ears. Travis gave him a curious look. "It was on your name tag," Sonny explained, gazing at the linoleum floor. Travis nodded. “I’m, I'm--" Sonny stammered and his sentence was finished as Eric reached him and Travis.

"Sonny!" He yelled. Eric grabbed Sonny by his collar and pulled him in close. "I should fire you for this, you little fucker!" He said menacingly, spraying Sonny's face with his saliva. "What the hell is wrong with you? Spilling coffee on customers and shit!" Sonny began to throw apologies left and right, but Eric ignored them all, throwing insults back at the near terrified Sonny.

Travis's eyes darted back in forth between the two and he felt anger bottle up in the pit of his stomach. He balled his hands into fists. "Hey," he said aggressively, pushing at the man's large chest. "The kid said sorry."

"You stay out of this," the larger man said before smacking Sonny on the back of the head and pushing him back towards the counter. Sonny looked back at Travis, tears welling up in his eyes before disappearing with Eric into the back room.

Travis sat back down and buried his face in the palms of his hands, thinking hard as anger boiled in his veins. That kid didn't deserve that. Nobody deserves that. He wondered why the boy didn't stand up for himself, though he didn't seem to be the type that did. If the kid couldn't stick up for himself, Travis would. He wouldn't let anyone treat him like that again. He barely knew the kid for Christ's sake, he didn't even know his last name, but that fact didn't bother him. He wasn't going to let that kid get hurt again. No. Not again.

After being yelled at for the remaining minutes of his shift, Sonny gathered up his backpack and school books before heading out the back door of the cafe. He crossed the parking lot, looking around nervously. He turned around at the sound of footsteps behind him. He saw a silhouette standing outside the light of a street light and strained his eyes to make the person out. The figure moved into the light and he recognized the guy he had spilled coffee on, the guy who worked at Jay's, Travis.

"Hey" Travis called, jogging over to where Sonny stood. "You want a ride home or something?" Travis asked. Sonny gave him an uncertain look. He didn't really know his guy, just his first name and the initial of his last name and where he worked. Sonny remembered his mother telling him not to ever get in a car with a stranger, but Travis wasn't exactly a stranger. He couldn't be that bad. "I'm not going to rape you or anything," Travis said with a smile, putting his hands up in what he hoped was a friendly gesture. "It's not good walking alone at this time of night." That was true enough. Sonny couldn't even count the number of times he had been jumped on his way home from work and just the thought of it happening again sent a shiver down his spine.

"Well, okay," Sonny finally said, accepting the offer. "I don't live to far from here, just a couple of blocks away from the shop you work at," he informed Travis. Travis nodded and led Sonny to his sleek black '98 Honda Civic. He held the door open for Sonny as Sonny climbed into the car and shut the door behind him before climbing into the driver's seat.

Travis started the car and Sonny gave him the directions to his house. Then Sonny leaned back into the seat, sighing, relaxing a little. He slipped the arm warmers off of his sweaty skin, hissing as they rubbed against the cuts on his arms. Travis turned at the sound, his eyes landing on Sonny's arm, which was lined with scars and seemingly fresh cuts. Sonny looked up, feeling the burn of Travis's stare, and the two locked eyes. Travis turned away, focusing on the long stretch of road. "Been climbing trees lately?" He joked, trying to lighten the now heavy air in the car. Sonny opened his mouth, about to explain, but he couldn't find the words. "It's okay," Travis said sincerely. "You can tell me another time." He gave Sonny a warm smile, his hand moving to Sonny's thigh, giving it a gentle, comforting squeeze. Sonny gave Travis a small, appreciative smile in return, closing his eyes as the loss of more than a night's sleep got to him.

After a few minutes of driving, Travis pulled up to a one story house. Sonny sat up in the seat, a frown playing at his pierced lips. Travis got out of the car to open Sonny's door and waited for him to step out before shutting the passenger door.

"Thank you," Sonny said, wrapping his arms around his small frame, shivering a little because of the cool breeze that had just picked up.

"No problem," Travis replied, reaching out and rubbing Sonny's arms. "Well," he said after a few moments, "you better get inside before you catch a cold." He gave Sonny a warm smile and Sonny nodded an okay. "Good night, Sonny."

"Good night, Travis," Sonny said, returning Travis's smile. "I'll see you later." He hurried up the steps that led to his front door and waved back at Travis before entering the dark house and shutting the door behind him. "Better sooner than later," Travis said softly before climbing back in his car, his mind racing. He sped off down the dark street. He had to see Sonny again and prayed that it would be soon.

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.017.

2005-12-29T01:51:34Z

Heck yes. I'm writing here again. Just because I can. And some other bs with my other el jay. Here's a new story.

Title: Bitter Pill
Pairing: Sonny x Travis
Rating:
Summary: Oh, he was a beautiful broken boy with his cut up wrists and bruises. Oh, he's a hero with with a Jack Daniel's tee and he's going to save that broken boy. Yes, he's going to save him, he's going to love that broken boy. Oh, why can't this be a fairy tale with a happy ending? Because he's living in a nightmare.
Warning: Ermmm, abuse, rape [later chapters], self-mutilation.
Disclaimer: This is fake. It never happened. And I don't own anything.

Chapter 01: Start & Pause

Travis yawned and looked around the shop with a bored look on his face. The store was littered with a few people here and there, picking up random CDs and searching for their size in the racks of T-shirts. He ran a guitar calloused hand through his longish black and red hair which he had dyed the night before. He pushed back his long bangs that hung over his right eye and glanced at the clock on the wall. His break was in fifteen minutes or so and he wondered if he could survive the rest of his tedious shift.

He turned his attention back to the countertop where he had been carving circles into with his car keys. He had always liked his job at Jay's, but working the afternoon shift during the weekdays with his buddy Eric never was exciting, mainly because the stream of customers was always low until the weekend came and all the kids from the local high school who had just gotten their allowances were ready to spin. No, it was never exciting.

Travis looked up from the magazine he had just opened up at the familiar sound of bells tinkling as the door opened. He looked toward the door at the boy who had just walked in and was now heading in Travis's direction. Travis straightened as the boy reached the register.

This boy was seventeen year-old Sonny Moore, but Travis didn't know that of course, this being the first time he had laid eyes on him. He was small, at least he was shorter than Travis, and rather thin. His dark hair went to his shoulders and was combed neatly over his eye. He was clad in a small black T-shirt and blue jeans with a hot pink belt, which he didn't really need because his pants were skin tight and fit perfectly on his slim hips. His eyes were red and puffy as if he had been crying and were lined heavily in black. His lip was pierced twice, snakebites, and was busted. Despite his slightly running makeup and busted lip, Travis thought the boy was kind of cute.

"Excuse me," Sonny said in a soft voice with his head lowered.

"Hey," Travis said cheerfully with a warm smile. "What can I do for you?" He asked politely, greeting the boy as he did with any other customer, avoiding the urge to hit on the very attractive boy.

"Um, do you have In Love and Death by The Used?" The boy asked without ever looking up to meet Travis's eyes. Travis smiled at the slight hesitation in the boy's voice. He could tell he was very shy and he found it kind of cute.

Then Travis nodded. "Yeah, sure," he answered. "I'll show you where it is and I'll ring it up for you." Travis moved from behind the counter and began to walk briskly toward the rows of CDs, gently brushing his hand against the boy's, who gasped in surprise before following him. Travis led the boy to the U section of one row and picked the CD out. "Here it is," Travis said, handing the case to the boy.

Sonny looked the CD over, slightly intrigued by the album art. He flipped the CD over and his eyes darted back in forth as he silently read the titles of the songs listed. He slowly nodded. "Yeah. This is it. Thanks." Travis nodded and Sonny followed him back to the register. Sonny watched Travis ring up the CD and followed his slender fingers with his eyes as he punched in keys on the cash register and slipped the CD into a small bag.

One word came to Sonny's mind to describe the guy and that was gorgeous. He was a tall lean man and was what most guys and girls wanted. He seemed to fall under the bad boy category with his lightly tattooed body and piercings. Clad in a black Jack Daniel's tee and faded blue jeans that fit him snugly, no one could truly deny that he seemed perfect in many ways.

"$ 11.45, please," Travis said, giving Sonny his total. Sonny slipped his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. He hand the money to Travis and felt a wave of electricity surge through his body as Travis's hand gently touched his as he handed him his change. Sonny blushed. "Thanks," he mumbled to the guy, glancing at his name tag before quickly leaving the shop.

Travis R.

That was the gorgeous guy's name or at least part of it. Sonny thought about what the initial could stand for. He came up with a list of possible last names that started with the letter R. but none of them seemed to fit as he made his way down the street. He clutched his CD bag in his hand as he walked the few blocks to his house. He wasn't sure why he had been thinking about this guy. Chances were he'd never see him again. Even if he did, he didn't have a chance. What would an amazingly good-looking guy want with a scrawny seventeen year-old when he could have any girl or guy that he wanted? "Nothing," Sonny answered his question aloud, frowning.

Sonny reached an old rundown one story house. This was the last place he wanted to be for he wasn't sure what would be there waiting for him. Chances were it would be his step dad who had been drinking all day and was out for blood. Sonny walked across the parched yellow grass, dead leaves crunching under his scruffy black Vans. He pulled his house key out of his pants pocked and unlocked his front door before stepping into the living room.

"Where in the hell have you been?!" Greg, Sonny's stepfather yelled once Sonny entered the house. Sonny felt fear grow in the pit of his stomach. He slowly shut the door behind him, dropping his backpack and nervously glanced at his watch. It was only three-thirty. School had ended at 3:05 and he had gone to Jay's a few minutes after the dismissal bell and then home. Sonny opened his mouth to answer, but found no words to mutter as his mouth went dry with Greg quickly advancing on him.

Greg grabbed Sonny's wrist and Sonny let a whimper of pain fall from his lips. "Didn't I tell you to come straight home?" Greg growled, twisting Sonny's wrist. Sonny groaned as a sharp wave of pain surged through his entire arm. He didn't remember Greg telling him anything. Greg hadn't told him anything, but he knew better than to let Greg know that who would in turn hit him for getting smart. Sonny quickly began to mumble I'm sorry over and over again. Sonny's chin quivered as Greg snatched the CD bag out of his hand and threw it to the floor.

Greg took a handful of Sonny's greasy hair in his hand and pulled Sonny's head back, smiling at the sick cracking sound. In a fluid motion, he had Sonny pinned against the wall. "You come straight home from now on," Greg growled, his face less than an inch away from Sonny's as he sprayed the teenager's face with spit. "You hear me, Sonny?" Sonny nodded, smelling the alcohol on Greg's breath. He choked back a sob and mumbled a weak yes. "Good." Greg took a step back and then backhanded Sonny, whose nose and lip began to bleed. Greg then left the room, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Sonny began to cry and crumbled to the floor, holding his aching cheek. He slowly crawled over to his back and pulled out his compass. He sniffled between sobs as he began to take the sharp point of the compass to the pale skin of his left arm. He let out a sigh after creating several deep gashes on his arm. He watched the cuts bleed through tear-filled eyes. He let his eyes slip shut, letting himself think about the guy that worked at Jay's. Travis R., was his name. He'll save me, Sonny thought to himself. He's going to save me from this nightmare.