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Title: Deal With the Devil
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Matt // Johnny, Johnny // Brian
Summary: [AU] Johnny jokingly thinks about selling his soul to the devil -- who should show up on his doorstep?
Disclaimer: Not real dur.
01-04||05||06||07||08
Hah, see how fast I'm updating? (This chapter like breezes by in the beginning, cause that part's not really important).
Deal With the Devil
Chapter 09
I couldn't really pay attention to anything the next day. The car Matt had gotten for me was almost the same, newer build, cheaper build. It was the same color though, and by the reactions I got, nobody seemingly noticed. A lot more people had started talking to me, but I could've cared less really. I was hoping that when I saw Brian things would lighten up on my part, but even when we met up after school, I was still in my 'blah' mood. It was my fault, I know. But I'd been unable to help myself.
"What's wrong?" Brian asked me, as we walked through the parking lot.
I glanced at him. "Nothing." I said with a shake of my head, trying to remain cool and casual.
"You aren't very good at lying, my friend." he said softly as we reached my car.
"My apologies." I replied dryly, unlocking his door.
He didn't notice the car was different -- Matt'd done a good job getting one that looked very similar to his, I guessed. We were silent for a long time, even after I'd pulled away from the school. He leaned over, putting his head on my shoulder, and giving a small sigh. It was one of those moments where he was instinctively trying to comfort me, because he knew I was just having a rough day. Like when your dog comes and lays down with you when it can tell you're depressed.
"Johnny." he said, his hand coming to rest on my knee.
He waited for my response, so I let out a 'hmm' noise.
"It's not me?" his voice was soft -- if the top of the car hadn't been up, I wouldn't have heard it.
"Of course not." I answered. "Just some shit I have to deal with."
He let out a long breath, relieved sounding, and he lifted his head up slightly, brushing his lips across my cheek in the way that I'd grown to love. I slid an arm around him, and he leaned into me again. Needless to say, it was a very long, uneventful ride to drop him off.
~x~
It was around six when I knew Matt'd come. I was sitting in my bed, back against the headboard, and a magazine in my lap, just casually flipping through it and waiting. A certain kind of feeling entered the pit of my stomach when I knew he'd arrived, it happened every time, what with him being the Devil and all. I heard his heavy footsteps up the stairs, and they were outside my closed door within a moment. The door opened, and he entered, just like that. It's a good thing I hadn't been messing around with myself, that would've been a sight for him to see.
He didn't say anything to me, and he immediately caught sight of the contract, which I'd laid out on my desk. He quickly walked over to my desk, and grabbed it. I wanted to smirk triumphantly to myself at the look on his face when he found my signature wasn't occupying his at the bottom. He set it back down, taking a breath as though he were trying not to get angry.
"You didn't sign it." he said, it was definitely a statement, rather than a question.
"Oh?" I asked, using a tone that sounded as if I hadn't known, and I flipped a page in my magazine.
Another deep breath from him, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him tug at the collar of his tee shirt. I did have to admit I was starting to get a little nervous...the Devil was irritated with me.
"John..." he said slowly, "You need to sign this."
"Hmm." I said, shrugging my shoulders, and flipping another page in the magazine.
I heard the paper of the contract crinkling as his fingers tightened on it. I dare not glance up at him though.
"You're being really difficult." he said, voice sounding strained as though he wanted to throttle me.
"I don't think so." I said in a non-chalent tone.
And suddenly the magazine was yanked from my grasp and thrown across the room. It hit one of my walls, and sent my prized Mötley Crüe clock to the floor. My jaw dropped, and I sat up on my knees finally looking at him.
"Hey asshole, that shit cost me a lot of money." I snapped, before I could stop myself. "Got that shit on Ebay --"
One of his fists was suddenly clutching the front of my tee shirt, while he shook the contract in my face with the other.
"Sign the contract." he demanded.
I glared at him for a moment, wanting to take the sunglasses off of him and stomp on them. I shook my head, raising an eyebrow. He rolled his eyes, and pulled my shirt tighter, lifting me slightly off the bed.
"Johnny." he said sharply. "I swear..."
"What are you going to do?" I asked. "Steal my soul?"
He let out a growl, and dropped me on the mattress. He thrust the contract into my hand, and yanked a pen off my desk, shoving it in my other hand.
"Do it." he said.
I stared at him like he'd gone mental, and I shook my head again.
"Sign it." he said through gritted teeth.
"No!" I said, raising and dropping my shoulders. "I don't feel like it."
"Sign it!"
"No!" as I exclaimed this again, I threw the pen at him.
I hadn't expected it to really hit him, but it did, knocking him in the temple. His sunglasses teetered on his face, before falling off completely, landing on the floor with a silent thud. So now I was scared. His intense hazel eyes lowered to his sunglasses, and then when they raised to me, I swear I could see them narrow like the T-Rex in Jurassic Park. He neared the bed, and my arm jutted out in front of me, baring the contract like some kind of shiel d. He grabbed it, and threw it to the floor, before he grabbed my shirt like a bully again, and lifted me so our faces were even.
"Why are you being so fucking difficult?" he asked, tone menacingly low.
I pulled at his strong hands, and made a face. "Why are you being such a fuckin' asshole?" I asked. "Fuckin' cockhead."
A smirk flickered to his face but it disappeared as quickly as it came. I swallowed hard, not knowing what to expect. And suddenly, he pulled me sharply towards him, catching my lips in a violent kiss. He threw me down on the bed, and the way he stared down at me excited the piss out of me. His eyes were full of a fire, you could say lust, and it sent spirals of electricity to my quickly hardening cock. He grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt, and pulled it off almost slowly, giving me time to admire his torso. Then he crawled into the bed with me, the boxspring groaning a protest at his weight, and he straddled my hips, wasting no time in practically tearing my shirt from my body.
His lips attacked mine again, as he scratched his hands down my sides, leaving stinging skin in his wake. I could feel his rock hard dick sitting against mine, and this was almost enough to make me groan. He unbuckled my belt with haste, and snapped it from my jeans, the sound of leather rubbing quickly against denim, a somewhat humorous thing to hear. But he paid it no mind, all but ripping the zipper from my pants, and popping the button completely off.
I lifted my hips instinctively, and he quickly slid my jeans down, tossing them to the floor. I was glad I'd already taken my shoes off, cause they would have been a bitch to deal with. Now that I was stark naked, he started on his own belt, breaking the kiss for only a second to take in a quick breath, before his teeth captured my lower lip, and he practically devoured it. I groaned as one of his hands suddenly grabbed my cock, no mercy in his grip, and he started to quickly stroke it, squeezing every now and then. Within moments, as my breathing hitched, my hips were pushing upwards off the mattress, and I was letting out short whines from the back of my throat.
He stopped suddenly, but I didn't complain because he slid between my legs, pulling his monstrous erection from his jeans, which had become unbuttoned and zipped while he'd been teasing me. I propped my hips up as though I was some kind of cheap whore who did this often, and he quickly spit into his hand shortly -- at least he was part gentleman. He layered his cock evenly, and grabbed my hips, pulling me across the mattress towards him so he wouldn't have to move, and instead of lining himself up, it was more like him lining my ass up. As he thrust sharply into me, I cried out instinctively from the pain.
He ignored it, and started to pull out just as fast as he'd entered. When he thrust into me a second time, I could practically feel my insides tear, and I knew I was bleeding. But in the long run, the blood just helped things go more smoothly, so I took it like a man, and was patient.
He leaned down, kissing me again, and thrusting once more. Because his cock was so large, he had no trouble finding my spot immediately, and when he did, I groaned into his mouth, biting at his bottom lip. An animalistic noise rose in his chest, and he followed suit, biting at my lip, a sharp little pinch that drew blood.
On the fourth thrust, he hit my prostate dead on, and I moaned, bucking my hips up. My ass was burning and stinging from the pain, but as hard as I could have tried, he just knew how to rub me the right way. As if on cue, he grabbed my dick again, and I gave a short whimper.
He broke our kiss, and his breathing came out ragged and short, before he nipped at my jaw bone sharply. I writhed around underneath of him, my body having mixed feelings about this man who was giving me pleasure and pain at the same time, and I groaned again.
He drove his dick deeply into me, his grip tightening around my own, and I actually said his name this time. A throaty moan in my ear was his response, before he took my earlobe into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it before biting softly. I whimpered a little as his hand left my cock, but as he hit my prostate again, I decided I really could care less. He was holding my hips with both of his hands to better steady his thrusts, and if I wanted my cock stroked, I'd have to do it myself.
My hand all but flew to my dick, and I resumed what he'd been doing, only I couldn't get it just right like he'd been doing, so I was a bit put down at that. He lifted my hips some more, they were now at least a foot off the mattress, and he slammed his hips forward. The denim that still covered his thighs was scratching irritably at my skin each time he thrust his cock into me, but I wasn't going to complain -- it only added to the moment for some reason.
A moan caught me off guard, and I wasn't surprised to feel that my orgasm'd started to build itself up already. I was only sixteen, you know.
"Matt." I said again, between pants. "Ah, fuck...Matt."
I didn't even know what I was saying, but he could hopefully get the picture from my word vomit. He leaned down, burying his teeth into my collarbone harshly. I groaned, and let my head fall back, eyes closing.
He groaned himself, I took it as a compliment, and he gave a particularly violent thrust into me, the head of his cock stabbing my sweet spot powerfully. I whimpered again, trying to pull my hips back -- it was too much pleasure. Like when tickling gets to be too much. He leaned up to kiss me on the lips again, and he was grinning.
His tongue shoved its way past my lips, and he explored my mouth as if he owned the territory. My free hand somehow ended up on the back of his neck, and as I tangled my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, he groaned into my mouth.
Another harsh thrust into my prostate, and I was done for. I almost bit his tongue off as an immense wave of pleasure racked my body, and I bucked my hips upwards, cumming all over my lower gut. I let out a sigh, letting the hand that'd been doing all the work on my cock fall to the mattress, and Matt seemed to not even notice that I'd already climaxed without him.
He thrust his dick into me a few more times, before I felt his movements stiffen. His hands tightened on my hips, and he let out a grunt or two as he tried to milk out the last of his energy. He slid his cock into me violently, and I winced, now that my pleasure had already been bought, and as he was giving me another violent thrust, he groaned my name, his back arching as he reached his orgasm.
He came into me, and like the first time we'd done it, it was like a release of some huge kind of power. He let out a sigh before collapsing on top of me, yet managing not to smother me. For a few moments, we just laid there, catching our breath.
Only two more chapters left, well, one more, plus the epilogue. =[ And was this short, or is it just me?
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Matt // Johnny, Johnny // Brian
Summary: [AU] Johnny jokingly thinks about selling his soul to the devil -- who should show up on his doorstep?
Disclaimer: Not real dur.
01-04||05||06||07||08
Hah, see how fast I'm updating? (This chapter like breezes by in the beginning, cause that part's not really important).
Deal With the Devil
Chapter 09
I couldn't really pay attention to anything the next day. The car Matt had gotten for me was almost the same, newer build, cheaper build. It was the same color though, and by the reactions I got, nobody seemingly noticed. A lot more people had started talking to me, but I could've cared less really. I was hoping that when I saw Brian things would lighten up on my part, but even when we met up after school, I was still in my 'blah' mood. It was my fault, I know. But I'd been unable to help myself.
"What's wrong?" Brian asked me, as we walked through the parking lot.
I glanced at him. "Nothing." I said with a shake of my head, trying to remain cool and casual.
"You aren't very good at lying, my friend." he said softly as we reached my car.
"My apologies." I replied dryly, unlocking his door.
He didn't notice the car was different -- Matt'd done a good job getting one that looked very similar to his, I guessed. We were silent for a long time, even after I'd pulled away from the school. He leaned over, putting his head on my shoulder, and giving a small sigh. It was one of those moments where he was instinctively trying to comfort me, because he knew I was just having a rough day. Like when your dog comes and lays down with you when it can tell you're depressed.
"Johnny." he said, his hand coming to rest on my knee.
He waited for my response, so I let out a 'hmm' noise.
"It's not me?" his voice was soft -- if the top of the car hadn't been up, I wouldn't have heard it.
"Of course not." I answered. "Just some shit I have to deal with."
He let out a long breath, relieved sounding, and he lifted his head up slightly, brushing his lips across my cheek in the way that I'd grown to love. I slid an arm around him, and he leaned into me again. Needless to say, it was a very long, uneventful ride to drop him off.
~x~
It was around six when I knew Matt'd come. I was sitting in my bed, back against the headboard, and a magazine in my lap, just casually flipping through it and waiting. A certain kind of feeling entered the pit of my stomach when I knew he'd arrived, it happened every time, what with him being the Devil and all. I heard his heavy footsteps up the stairs, and they were outside my closed door within a moment. The door opened, and he entered, just like that. It's a good thing I hadn't been messing around with myself, that would've been a sight for him to see.
He didn't say anything to me, and he immediately caught sight of the contract, which I'd laid out on my desk. He quickly walked over to my desk, and grabbed it. I wanted to smirk triumphantly to myself at the look on his face when he found my signature wasn't occupying his at the bottom. He set it back down, taking a breath as though he were trying not to get angry.
"You didn't sign it." he said, it was definitely a statement, rather than a question.
"Oh?" I asked, using a tone that sounded as if I hadn't known, and I flipped a page in my magazine.
Another deep breath from him, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him tug at the collar of his tee shirt. I did have to admit I was starting to get a little nervous...the Devil was irritated with me.
"John..." he said slowly, "You need to sign this."
"Hmm." I said, shrugging my shoulders, and flipping another page in the magazine.
I heard the paper of the contract crinkling as his fingers tightened on it. I dare not glance up at him though.
"You're being really difficult." he said, voice sounding strained as though he wanted to throttle me.
"I don't think so." I said in a non-chalent tone.
And suddenly the magazine was yanked from my grasp and thrown across the room. It hit one of my walls, and sent my prized Mötley Crüe clock to the floor. My jaw dropped, and I sat up on my knees finally looking at him.
"Hey asshole, that shit cost me a lot of money." I snapped, before I could stop myself. "Got that shit on Ebay --"
One of his fists was suddenly clutching the front of my tee shirt, while he shook the contract in my face with the other.
"Sign the contract." he demanded.
I glared at him for a moment, wanting to take the sunglasses off of him and stomp on them. I shook my head, raising an eyebrow. He rolled his eyes, and pulled my shirt tighter, lifting me slightly off the bed.
"Johnny." he said sharply. "I swear..."
"What are you going to do?" I asked. "Steal my soul?"
He let out a growl, and dropped me on the mattress. He thrust the contract into my hand, and yanked a pen off my desk, shoving it in my other hand.
"Do it." he said.
I stared at him like he'd gone mental, and I shook my head again.
"Sign it." he said through gritted teeth.
"No!" I said, raising and dropping my shoulders. "I don't feel like it."
"Sign it!"
"No!" as I exclaimed this again, I threw the pen at him.
I hadn't expected it to really hit him, but it did, knocking him in the temple. His sunglasses teetered on his face, before falling off completely, landing on the floor with a silent thud. So now I was scared. His intense hazel eyes lowered to his sunglasses, and then when they raised to me, I swear I could see them narrow like the T-Rex in Jurassic Park. He neared the bed, and my arm jutted out in front of me, baring the contract like some kind of shiel d. He grabbed it, and threw it to the floor, before he grabbed my shirt like a bully again, and lifted me so our faces were even.
"Why are you being so fucking difficult?" he asked, tone menacingly low.
I pulled at his strong hands, and made a face. "Why are you being such a fuckin' asshole?" I asked. "Fuckin' cockhead."
A smirk flickered to his face but it disappeared as quickly as it came. I swallowed hard, not knowing what to expect. And suddenly, he pulled me sharply towards him, catching my lips in a violent kiss. He threw me down on the bed, and the way he stared down at me excited the piss out of me. His eyes were full of a fire, you could say lust, and it sent spirals of electricity to my quickly hardening cock. He grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt, and pulled it off almost slowly, giving me time to admire his torso. Then he crawled into the bed with me, the boxspring groaning a protest at his weight, and he straddled my hips, wasting no time in practically tearing my shirt from my body.
His lips attacked mine again, as he scratched his hands down my sides, leaving stinging skin in his wake. I could feel his rock hard dick sitting against mine, and this was almost enough to make me groan. He unbuckled my belt with haste, and snapped it from my jeans, the sound of leather rubbing quickly against denim, a somewhat humorous thing to hear. But he paid it no mind, all but ripping the zipper from my pants, and popping the button completely off.
I lifted my hips instinctively, and he quickly slid my jeans down, tossing them to the floor. I was glad I'd already taken my shoes off, cause they would have been a bitch to deal with. Now that I was stark naked, he started on his own belt, breaking the kiss for only a second to take in a quick breath, before his teeth captured my lower lip, and he practically devoured it. I groaned as one of his hands suddenly grabbed my cock, no mercy in his grip, and he started to quickly stroke it, squeezing every now and then. Within moments, as my breathing hitched, my hips were pushing upwards off the mattress, and I was letting out short whines from the back of my throat.
He stopped suddenly, but I didn't complain because he slid between my legs, pulling his monstrous erection from his jeans, which had become unbuttoned and zipped while he'd been teasing me. I propped my hips up as though I was some kind of cheap whore who did this often, and he quickly spit into his hand shortly -- at least he was part gentleman. He layered his cock evenly, and grabbed my hips, pulling me across the mattress towards him so he wouldn't have to move, and instead of lining himself up, it was more like him lining my ass up. As he thrust sharply into me, I cried out instinctively from the pain.
He ignored it, and started to pull out just as fast as he'd entered. When he thrust into me a second time, I could practically feel my insides tear, and I knew I was bleeding. But in the long run, the blood just helped things go more smoothly, so I took it like a man, and was patient.
He leaned down, kissing me again, and thrusting once more. Because his cock was so large, he had no trouble finding my spot immediately, and when he did, I groaned into his mouth, biting at his bottom lip. An animalistic noise rose in his chest, and he followed suit, biting at my lip, a sharp little pinch that drew blood.
On the fourth thrust, he hit my prostate dead on, and I moaned, bucking my hips up. My ass was burning and stinging from the pain, but as hard as I could have tried, he just knew how to rub me the right way. As if on cue, he grabbed my dick again, and I gave a short whimper.
He broke our kiss, and his breathing came out ragged and short, before he nipped at my jaw bone sharply. I writhed around underneath of him, my body having mixed feelings about this man who was giving me pleasure and pain at the same time, and I groaned again.
He drove his dick deeply into me, his grip tightening around my own, and I actually said his name this time. A throaty moan in my ear was his response, before he took my earlobe into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it before biting softly. I whimpered a little as his hand left my cock, but as he hit my prostate again, I decided I really could care less. He was holding my hips with both of his hands to better steady his thrusts, and if I wanted my cock stroked, I'd have to do it myself.
My hand all but flew to my dick, and I resumed what he'd been doing, only I couldn't get it just right like he'd been doing, so I was a bit put down at that. He lifted my hips some more, they were now at least a foot off the mattress, and he slammed his hips forward. The denim that still covered his thighs was scratching irritably at my skin each time he thrust his cock into me, but I wasn't going to complain -- it only added to the moment for some reason.
A moan caught me off guard, and I wasn't surprised to feel that my orgasm'd started to build itself up already. I was only sixteen, you know.
"Matt." I said again, between pants. "Ah, fuck...Matt."
I didn't even know what I was saying, but he could hopefully get the picture from my word vomit. He leaned down, burying his teeth into my collarbone harshly. I groaned, and let my head fall back, eyes closing.
He groaned himself, I took it as a compliment, and he gave a particularly violent thrust into me, the head of his cock stabbing my sweet spot powerfully. I whimpered again, trying to pull my hips back -- it was too much pleasure. Like when tickling gets to be too much. He leaned up to kiss me on the lips again, and he was grinning.
His tongue shoved its way past my lips, and he explored my mouth as if he owned the territory. My free hand somehow ended up on the back of his neck, and as I tangled my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, he groaned into my mouth.
Another harsh thrust into my prostate, and I was done for. I almost bit his tongue off as an immense wave of pleasure racked my body, and I bucked my hips upwards, cumming all over my lower gut. I let out a sigh, letting the hand that'd been doing all the work on my cock fall to the mattress, and Matt seemed to not even notice that I'd already climaxed without him.
He thrust his dick into me a few more times, before I felt his movements stiffen. His hands tightened on my hips, and he let out a grunt or two as he tried to milk out the last of his energy. He slid his cock into me violently, and I winced, now that my pleasure had already been bought, and as he was giving me another violent thrust, he groaned my name, his back arching as he reached his orgasm.
He came into me, and like the first time we'd done it, it was like a release of some huge kind of power. He let out a sigh before collapsing on top of me, yet managing not to smother me. For a few moments, we just laid there, catching our breath.
Only two more chapters left, well, one more, plus the epilogue. =[ And was this short, or is it just me?