Sequel to Tyranny
Title: Readiness
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Pairing: Matt // Johnny
Summary: Readiness n. 1. The state of having been made ready or prepared for use or action. 2. Prompt willingness.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
Note: Read Tyranny first.
So I was asked to do a sequel to Tyranny....hence...what this is. A sequel. So read Tyranny first, god, you have no idea how annoying it is when someone doesn't read the first part of something, but tries to figure stuff out in the second one. Like the first one, you don't learn anything of the plot, it's just about the relationship of the characters -- I seem to have a thing with the characters I 'create'.
Readiness
Matt entered his bedroom with a sigh; his shoulders were sagging slightly, and it was obvious that he'd had a long day. He walked to his bed, and sat down on the end of it. Besides the protest from the box spring, the room was silent. He threw a look over at the corner of the room where Johnny was. It was where the boy sat most of the time when he was alone, he was now on his knees, just sitting there, and awkwardly glancing around -- waiting for Matt to speak to him. It'd been a little over a week since Matt'd found him, and in the short amount of time, Johnny had become quite like a pet, actually.
Matt noticed that Johnny's hair was damp, and he seemed to be shaking slightly in the coolness of the room -- he'd obviously just come from the shower.
"Come here." the older man said suddenly.
Johnny stood and Matt's gaze fell to the boy's waist, feeling blood start to anchor between his legs already at the way the too small jeans hugged the kid's hips -- the shapely bones easily visible. It happened to Matt every time. Johnny neared the bed, looking everywhere but Matt, and he stopped in front of the older man, hands fidgeting at his sides. Matt watched him for a moment, the hints of a smile on his face, before he slid his arms around the boy's waist, and pulled him down into his lap.
"I had such a rough day." He replied with a sigh, as Johnny sat sideways, as if the older man was going to tell him a story of some kind.
Both of his arms were around Johnny's hips, while Johnny's hands rested on his knees. He was gazing down at his lap, and he shifted slightly, able to feel Matt's erection prodding him in the back of his thigh. Matt took in a quick breath, the movement from the boy rubbing his groin in the right kind of way.
"At least it's over now." Johnny said softly, glancing up.
Over that week, Johnny'd realized that Matt actually needed him. He didn't have any friends, and the men working for him were just pawns, afraid to get on his bad side. He needed Johnny as a sense of comfort -- every night he'd come back from a day of hard work, and he'd -- as he liked to call it -- 'make love' to Johnny. And Johnny felt bad for him to say the least, sympathetic; Matt's power was his mask to hide the loneliness. It didn't mean Johnny liked what he was there for though, just used to it.
Matt smirked. "Yeah," he said, "You're right." He brushed his lips up Johnny's jaw line, enjoying that he could feel the shiver that passed through the boy.
He'd kept his promise after the first night, making sure Johnny was pleasured every night. The boy had cried some more for two days, but on the third he just seemed to accept his new way of living.
Matt turned him around, positioning the kid so that he was straddling him. His excitement was building at the feeling of Johnny's cock slowly starting to harden. Sliding his arms around the boy's waist again, he kissed him firmly. Johnny's hands had now ended up on Matt's shoulders, and he opened his mouth instinctively for the older man's tongue, which snaked in almost greedily. Matt's tongue searched the boy's mouth like it was new territory, and he moved one of his hands slowly up Johnny's back.
Breaking the kiss, he then moved them, so that he could lay down straight in the bed, with Johnny still straddling his hips. For a moment, Matt just studied the boy intensely, keeping his hands on Johnny's hips as the kid's fingers played with the bottom hem of Matt's tee shirt. His eyes slowly moved up to meet Matt's, and the older man smirked at him. Johnny looked away quickly, and that was a boost to Matt's ego -- he knew he was a good looking guy, and he knew that Johnny would never voice this thought out loud, but it was nice to know he thought it.
He gave a sigh, and sat up a little, pulling his shirt off with ease. As he laid back down, Johnny shifted on top of him again, making things worse for the older man, whose cock was already rock hard. Johnny glanced back at him again, and he slowly moved his hands to the fly of Matt's jeans -- he'd become a good pet indeed.
As the button popped, and the zipper followed, Matt kept one of his hands on Johnny's back, caressing it almost affectionately. The boy slid his hand underneath the denim material, and grabbed Matt's cock quickly. He leaned down, pressing his lips against Matt's -- he'd learned exactly what his 'master' liked. Matt bit at Johnny's lower lip, pulling it into his mouth, and he started moving his hips around, pushing them upwards slowly to match up with the rhythm that the boy'd already taken on.
The older man broke the kiss to take in some breath, before he moved his lips to Johnny's collarbone, grazing his teeth across the soft flesh, before they sunk in, almost to the point of drawing blood, and causing the kid to wince. As if this was the sign to go on, Johnny slowly moved down Matt's body, an expression of indifference on his face. As the boy pulled his hand from the older man's jeans, he pulled Matt's dick with it. He took a quick glance at Matt, who was watching him with an amused smirk -- the same amused smirk he always had. Johnny let out a silent sigh, before leaning forward, and pressing his lips to the head of Matt's cock. The all too familiar taste of precum was obviously there, but Johnny forced himself to ignore it, and he wrapped his lips around the tip.
Matt said a praise, he'd done so every night as if Johnny was a dog being taught tricks. Like every night though, Johnny showed no acknowledgement, and lowered his head, his throat muscles working to relax and make room for Matt's large dick. He brought his head up slowly, trailing his tongue along the pulsing vein, to swirl it around the helmet. Matt gave a sigh, running his fingers through the kid's hair, and as Johnny' swallowed his length again, the older man's breathing hitched. The boy removed his mouth from Matt's cock, reaching over to give it a few borderline-sensual strokes. Then, keeping his fingers tightly wrapped around the base of Matt's dick, he returned his lips to the head. Matt gave a groan as Johnny squeezed his hand slightly, running his tongue up the man's cock again.
Matt said something about how Johnny got better everyday, but before Johnny could continue, he slipped his fingers underneath the worn collar the boy still wore, and he pulled Johnny up lightly. He quickly laid the kid down, rolling on top of him, and kissing him deeply, as he slid between his legs. He ran his hands up Johnny's body, starting from the hips, and moving up his chest. He pressed in with slight force, and when he got to the boy's nipples, he pushed his thumbs against them roughly, sliding his tongue into the boy's mouth as a small whimper escaped him. Matt's hands then moved to Johnny's pants, wasting no time in undoing them. He broke the kiss, sitting up slightly, and started to pull the boy's pants off. Obediently, Johnny lifted his hips, the jeans sliding from his body with almost difficulty because of their tightness. Matt looked over the kid's body, as he did every night, just happy to know that it belonged to him.
He leaned down, and kissed Johnny hungrily again, as his hands moved to the kid's hips. There was still some of Johnny's saliva on his cock, but after a short moment of contemplation, Matt decided he'd add some of his own. He sat up, and spit into his hand, and as he lubed himself up, he glanced at Johnny, whose eyes were lowered. It happened every night -- as if Johnny was ashamed of what he was doing. Every night he went through a bunch of moods, indifference, shame, embarrassment -- soon, Matt promised himself, soon the kid would love what he did.
Matt reached down, lightly grabbing Johnny's chin, and he lifted the boy's head so that their eyes made contact. Johnny obliged, locking his gaze with the older man's. Matt's hazel eyes, darkened with lust, intensely stared into Johnny's as he pushed his hips forward. But upon the head of his cock entering, the boy closed his eyes from the initial pain. Matt held his breath as he slid the full length of his dick into Johnny's tight hole -- he was excited like he'd been the first night, it was like the first time every time. As he started to pull out, he moved Johnny around beneath him, slightly propping the boy's hips some more; then he showed no hesitation as he thrust in roughly.
A small noise came from the kid on accident, and Matt bit back a groan, leaning down and catching Johnny's lips with his own. The kisses he gave Johnny were passionate, which made things hard for Johnny. He whimpered at another thrust, and Matt tugged lightly at his bottom lip with his teeth.
"Shh," he said softly, breaking the kiss to nuzzle the boy's cheek. "You know it'll get better."
Johnny took a deep breath, but didn't answer, and Matt placed a light kiss on his jaw bone. He gave another powerful thrust, trailing his lips up to the kid's earlobe, and he bit down gently. Johnny's throat emitted a soft noise, but it came out strangled because Matt'd just brushed against his prostate, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Matt shushed him gently again, one of his hands moving up to caress the boy's cheek almost in a loving way. He gave another rough thrust, kissing Johnny's neck, and as his cock hit the kid's prostate a second time, the boy writhed underneath of him.
Matt glanced down, unable to keep the smile from his face as he saw that Johnny's cock was now standing erect. No time was wasted as he reached down and lightly grabbed it. A small hiss of air came from the boy, and Matt gave him a deep kiss. He started moving his hand, slowly at first, just waiting for Johnny's body to react. He roughly hit the boy's prostate again, and sure enough, after a moment, the kid's hips started moving upwards -- both trying to get Matt to reach his spot, and coax Matt's hand into going faster. The older man, still grinning, kissed Johnny again, as he thrust deeply.
Johnny fought the urge to moan; he knew that Matt would hear it at least once by the end of the night, but he didn't want to give him the satisfaction yet.
Matt's lips moved to Johnny's neck and collarbone again, and the boy turned his head to the other side, eyes half-closing. Matt's dick collided with his prostate once more, and the kid bit his bottom lip, struggling against a moan. Matt bit Johnny's shoulder harshly, his fingers tightening around the boy's cock -- a little more than they might have had the kid showed any sign of contentment. He got the reaction he'd wanted, as Johnny groaned deep in the back of his throat.
"See." Matt said matter-of-factly, "You like it."
Johnny said nothing -- there was nothing to say -- and Matt's cock slid deeply into him again. He whimpered lightly, hips moving up, and Matt wasn't able to hold back his own groan. He pressed his lips to the boy's jaw bone, while he continued to tug at Johnny's cock gently. Johnny, to keep from wrapping his arms around Matt from needing something to hold onto, kept his hands at his sides, grasping the bed sheet tightly. Another small noise escaped his lips, and he mentally cursed himself. He could feel his orgasm building in his gut, spreading through his insides like a forest fire, and he knew that within mere seconds, he could cum -- which would be much to Matt's satisfaction.
The older man groaned, back stiffening slightly -- he cold feel his own climax approaching. He quickened his hand movements, now pumping the boy's dick at a swift speed, while he thrust harshly and clumsily. Johnny squirmed a little, the constant jabbing into his prostate was too much to handle, he felt like it was going to kill him. But as this thought crossed his mind, his orgasm arrived.
He surprised himself with a loud moan, bucking his hips from the mattress, and he came onto his stomach -- some of it spreading up to his chest. Matt groaned as well, giving a violent thrust before he reached the edge as well. His back arched on a final, seemingly inexperienced thrust, and he came powerfully into the young boy, letting out a second groan -- this time quieter.
After he'd made sure that all of his cum ended up inside of Johnny, and that he was completely empty, he pulled out of the boy, collapsing next to him. Both of them lay there panting, Matt tracing small circles on Johnny's upper chest, and Johnny trying to ignore the feeling of Matt's juices seeping from his raw ass hole. A minute or two later, Matt leaned over giving Johnny's cheek an almost taunting kiss.
"Give me another week, Sugar," he said in a low tone, "And you'll be begging."
Hmm..maybe a third part?
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Pairing: Matt // Johnny
Summary: Readiness n. 1. The state of having been made ready or prepared for use or action. 2. Prompt willingness.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
Note: Read Tyranny first.
So I was asked to do a sequel to Tyranny....hence...what this is. A sequel. So read Tyranny first, god, you have no idea how annoying it is when someone doesn't read the first part of something, but tries to figure stuff out in the second one. Like the first one, you don't learn anything of the plot, it's just about the relationship of the characters -- I seem to have a thing with the characters I 'create'.
Readiness
Matt entered his bedroom with a sigh; his shoulders were sagging slightly, and it was obvious that he'd had a long day. He walked to his bed, and sat down on the end of it. Besides the protest from the box spring, the room was silent. He threw a look over at the corner of the room where Johnny was. It was where the boy sat most of the time when he was alone, he was now on his knees, just sitting there, and awkwardly glancing around -- waiting for Matt to speak to him. It'd been a little over a week since Matt'd found him, and in the short amount of time, Johnny had become quite like a pet, actually.
Matt noticed that Johnny's hair was damp, and he seemed to be shaking slightly in the coolness of the room -- he'd obviously just come from the shower.
"Come here." the older man said suddenly.
Johnny stood and Matt's gaze fell to the boy's waist, feeling blood start to anchor between his legs already at the way the too small jeans hugged the kid's hips -- the shapely bones easily visible. It happened to Matt every time. Johnny neared the bed, looking everywhere but Matt, and he stopped in front of the older man, hands fidgeting at his sides. Matt watched him for a moment, the hints of a smile on his face, before he slid his arms around the boy's waist, and pulled him down into his lap.
"I had such a rough day." He replied with a sigh, as Johnny sat sideways, as if the older man was going to tell him a story of some kind.
Both of his arms were around Johnny's hips, while Johnny's hands rested on his knees. He was gazing down at his lap, and he shifted slightly, able to feel Matt's erection prodding him in the back of his thigh. Matt took in a quick breath, the movement from the boy rubbing his groin in the right kind of way.
"At least it's over now." Johnny said softly, glancing up.
Over that week, Johnny'd realized that Matt actually needed him. He didn't have any friends, and the men working for him were just pawns, afraid to get on his bad side. He needed Johnny as a sense of comfort -- every night he'd come back from a day of hard work, and he'd -- as he liked to call it -- 'make love' to Johnny. And Johnny felt bad for him to say the least, sympathetic; Matt's power was his mask to hide the loneliness. It didn't mean Johnny liked what he was there for though, just used to it.
Matt smirked. "Yeah," he said, "You're right." He brushed his lips up Johnny's jaw line, enjoying that he could feel the shiver that passed through the boy.
He'd kept his promise after the first night, making sure Johnny was pleasured every night. The boy had cried some more for two days, but on the third he just seemed to accept his new way of living.
Matt turned him around, positioning the kid so that he was straddling him. His excitement was building at the feeling of Johnny's cock slowly starting to harden. Sliding his arms around the boy's waist again, he kissed him firmly. Johnny's hands had now ended up on Matt's shoulders, and he opened his mouth instinctively for the older man's tongue, which snaked in almost greedily. Matt's tongue searched the boy's mouth like it was new territory, and he moved one of his hands slowly up Johnny's back.
Breaking the kiss, he then moved them, so that he could lay down straight in the bed, with Johnny still straddling his hips. For a moment, Matt just studied the boy intensely, keeping his hands on Johnny's hips as the kid's fingers played with the bottom hem of Matt's tee shirt. His eyes slowly moved up to meet Matt's, and the older man smirked at him. Johnny looked away quickly, and that was a boost to Matt's ego -- he knew he was a good looking guy, and he knew that Johnny would never voice this thought out loud, but it was nice to know he thought it.
He gave a sigh, and sat up a little, pulling his shirt off with ease. As he laid back down, Johnny shifted on top of him again, making things worse for the older man, whose cock was already rock hard. Johnny glanced back at him again, and he slowly moved his hands to the fly of Matt's jeans -- he'd become a good pet indeed.
As the button popped, and the zipper followed, Matt kept one of his hands on Johnny's back, caressing it almost affectionately. The boy slid his hand underneath the denim material, and grabbed Matt's cock quickly. He leaned down, pressing his lips against Matt's -- he'd learned exactly what his 'master' liked. Matt bit at Johnny's lower lip, pulling it into his mouth, and he started moving his hips around, pushing them upwards slowly to match up with the rhythm that the boy'd already taken on.
The older man broke the kiss to take in some breath, before he moved his lips to Johnny's collarbone, grazing his teeth across the soft flesh, before they sunk in, almost to the point of drawing blood, and causing the kid to wince. As if this was the sign to go on, Johnny slowly moved down Matt's body, an expression of indifference on his face. As the boy pulled his hand from the older man's jeans, he pulled Matt's dick with it. He took a quick glance at Matt, who was watching him with an amused smirk -- the same amused smirk he always had. Johnny let out a silent sigh, before leaning forward, and pressing his lips to the head of Matt's cock. The all too familiar taste of precum was obviously there, but Johnny forced himself to ignore it, and he wrapped his lips around the tip.
Matt said a praise, he'd done so every night as if Johnny was a dog being taught tricks. Like every night though, Johnny showed no acknowledgement, and lowered his head, his throat muscles working to relax and make room for Matt's large dick. He brought his head up slowly, trailing his tongue along the pulsing vein, to swirl it around the helmet. Matt gave a sigh, running his fingers through the kid's hair, and as Johnny' swallowed his length again, the older man's breathing hitched. The boy removed his mouth from Matt's cock, reaching over to give it a few borderline-sensual strokes. Then, keeping his fingers tightly wrapped around the base of Matt's dick, he returned his lips to the head. Matt gave a groan as Johnny squeezed his hand slightly, running his tongue up the man's cock again.
Matt said something about how Johnny got better everyday, but before Johnny could continue, he slipped his fingers underneath the worn collar the boy still wore, and he pulled Johnny up lightly. He quickly laid the kid down, rolling on top of him, and kissing him deeply, as he slid between his legs. He ran his hands up Johnny's body, starting from the hips, and moving up his chest. He pressed in with slight force, and when he got to the boy's nipples, he pushed his thumbs against them roughly, sliding his tongue into the boy's mouth as a small whimper escaped him. Matt's hands then moved to Johnny's pants, wasting no time in undoing them. He broke the kiss, sitting up slightly, and started to pull the boy's pants off. Obediently, Johnny lifted his hips, the jeans sliding from his body with almost difficulty because of their tightness. Matt looked over the kid's body, as he did every night, just happy to know that it belonged to him.
He leaned down, and kissed Johnny hungrily again, as his hands moved to the kid's hips. There was still some of Johnny's saliva on his cock, but after a short moment of contemplation, Matt decided he'd add some of his own. He sat up, and spit into his hand, and as he lubed himself up, he glanced at Johnny, whose eyes were lowered. It happened every night -- as if Johnny was ashamed of what he was doing. Every night he went through a bunch of moods, indifference, shame, embarrassment -- soon, Matt promised himself, soon the kid would love what he did.
Matt reached down, lightly grabbing Johnny's chin, and he lifted the boy's head so that their eyes made contact. Johnny obliged, locking his gaze with the older man's. Matt's hazel eyes, darkened with lust, intensely stared into Johnny's as he pushed his hips forward. But upon the head of his cock entering, the boy closed his eyes from the initial pain. Matt held his breath as he slid the full length of his dick into Johnny's tight hole -- he was excited like he'd been the first night, it was like the first time every time. As he started to pull out, he moved Johnny around beneath him, slightly propping the boy's hips some more; then he showed no hesitation as he thrust in roughly.
A small noise came from the kid on accident, and Matt bit back a groan, leaning down and catching Johnny's lips with his own. The kisses he gave Johnny were passionate, which made things hard for Johnny. He whimpered at another thrust, and Matt tugged lightly at his bottom lip with his teeth.
"Shh," he said softly, breaking the kiss to nuzzle the boy's cheek. "You know it'll get better."
Johnny took a deep breath, but didn't answer, and Matt placed a light kiss on his jaw bone. He gave another powerful thrust, trailing his lips up to the kid's earlobe, and he bit down gently. Johnny's throat emitted a soft noise, but it came out strangled because Matt'd just brushed against his prostate, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Matt shushed him gently again, one of his hands moving up to caress the boy's cheek almost in a loving way. He gave another rough thrust, kissing Johnny's neck, and as his cock hit the kid's prostate a second time, the boy writhed underneath of him.
Matt glanced down, unable to keep the smile from his face as he saw that Johnny's cock was now standing erect. No time was wasted as he reached down and lightly grabbed it. A small hiss of air came from the boy, and Matt gave him a deep kiss. He started moving his hand, slowly at first, just waiting for Johnny's body to react. He roughly hit the boy's prostate again, and sure enough, after a moment, the kid's hips started moving upwards -- both trying to get Matt to reach his spot, and coax Matt's hand into going faster. The older man, still grinning, kissed Johnny again, as he thrust deeply.
Johnny fought the urge to moan; he knew that Matt would hear it at least once by the end of the night, but he didn't want to give him the satisfaction yet.
Matt's lips moved to Johnny's neck and collarbone again, and the boy turned his head to the other side, eyes half-closing. Matt's dick collided with his prostate once more, and the kid bit his bottom lip, struggling against a moan. Matt bit Johnny's shoulder harshly, his fingers tightening around the boy's cock -- a little more than they might have had the kid showed any sign of contentment. He got the reaction he'd wanted, as Johnny groaned deep in the back of his throat.
"See." Matt said matter-of-factly, "You like it."
Johnny said nothing -- there was nothing to say -- and Matt's cock slid deeply into him again. He whimpered lightly, hips moving up, and Matt wasn't able to hold back his own groan. He pressed his lips to the boy's jaw bone, while he continued to tug at Johnny's cock gently. Johnny, to keep from wrapping his arms around Matt from needing something to hold onto, kept his hands at his sides, grasping the bed sheet tightly. Another small noise escaped his lips, and he mentally cursed himself. He could feel his orgasm building in his gut, spreading through his insides like a forest fire, and he knew that within mere seconds, he could cum -- which would be much to Matt's satisfaction.
The older man groaned, back stiffening slightly -- he cold feel his own climax approaching. He quickened his hand movements, now pumping the boy's dick at a swift speed, while he thrust harshly and clumsily. Johnny squirmed a little, the constant jabbing into his prostate was too much to handle, he felt like it was going to kill him. But as this thought crossed his mind, his orgasm arrived.
He surprised himself with a loud moan, bucking his hips from the mattress, and he came onto his stomach -- some of it spreading up to his chest. Matt groaned as well, giving a violent thrust before he reached the edge as well. His back arched on a final, seemingly inexperienced thrust, and he came powerfully into the young boy, letting out a second groan -- this time quieter.
After he'd made sure that all of his cum ended up inside of Johnny, and that he was completely empty, he pulled out of the boy, collapsing next to him. Both of them lay there panting, Matt tracing small circles on Johnny's upper chest, and Johnny trying to ignore the feeling of Matt's juices seeping from his raw ass hole. A minute or two later, Matt leaned over giving Johnny's cheek an almost taunting kiss.
"Give me another week, Sugar," he said in a low tone, "And you'll be begging."
Hmm..maybe a third part?