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Title: Thriller Night
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Synyster // Zacky
Rating: NC17
Summary: [Cheesy AU]. It's close to midnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark.
Disclaimer: Not real dur.
Since "Thriller" is one of the best songs ever (done by one of the best singers ever), I just had to write a fic about it. Well, I wrote this a few days ago at school when I was really bored, and still in my writer's block funk. I kind of like the cheesiness of this, but I don't know if you will. This is a kind of important note -- as you know, I hate writing fics without sex scenes in them, so you can be guaranteed the one in this fic, and just to warn you, it's really short, because this isn't a PWP. Okay, now you can read it.
Thriller Night
((Zacky's POV))
I turned away from the movie screen grimacing. So far the movie Brian and I had paid to see was nothing but a werewolf tearing people open. It was cool at first, but after a while, like ten minutes, it got to be just too much. Brian laughed quietly at me, turning to me, and the amusement in his eyes wasn't hard to see despite the darkness of the theater.
"I can't believe you're sitting here watching this." I said.
He glanced back up at the screen, and in the movie I could hear the sound of flesh ripping; it wouldn't have been so bad, had it not sounded so god awfully real.
"It's not that bad." he said, turning back to me. "Are you scared?"
"No," I said, perhaps a little too quickly. "Just grossed out. I'm gonna throw up."
He grinned and turned in his seat completely, leaning towards me.
"Don't worry." he said, ghosting his lips over mine. "I'm sure we can make it better."
I rolled my eyes; he always thought he could fix things with a kiss. I opened my mouth to say this to him, but his lips were on mine again, this time firmly and forcefully. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth, and I suddenly felt his hand cupping my groin. I broke the kiss for a quick breath, but I barely got any air into my lungs and his lips were on mine again, his hand moving slowly to rub my quickly hardening cock.
There was a loud bang-type noise from the movie, and the speakers in the theater all but exploded, causing both Brian and I to flinch as though we'd been hit. We both glanced at the screen just in time to see the lycanthrope biting into some chick's throat, and taking out a hunk of flesh. Erection gone.
I stood up. "I'm going outside." I said .
"What?" Brian asked, sounding very much like a child. "Babe, come on."
I shook my head. "Sorry," I said, glancing at him as I grabbed my hoodie from the empty chair next to me. "You can stay, but I'm just really sickened and bored of the movie."
Without another word, I turned and walked towards the exit. As I was leaving, the only sound I could hear was that chick screaming. It was so annoying. Talk about a bad horror movie.
I stepped outside, pulling my hoodie tighter around myself, and glancing around. I amused myself for a few moments by watching my breath fog up in front of my face, but that obviously didn't stay fun for too long. I crossed my arms, and looked around. It was Friday night, and yet the streets appeared empty; I would've thought it was kind of creepy, but I didn't want to make it seem like the movie had gotten to me that bad.
"Zack." Brian's voice came from behind me, and I turned to see him coming out of the doors and pulling on his jacket. "Babe, it's only a movie."
I rolled my eyes. "So what?" I asked. "Sorry I don't get off on blood and gore -- it kind of freaks me out that you do."
He laughed, and pushed his hands into his coat pockets. "It doesn't get me off." he said; was it just me or did that sound like a lie? God, I was paranoid. "Just admit it, you were scared, weren't you?"
I shook my head, giving a scoff. "I wasn't that scared." I said.
He laughed again, and I made an annoyed sound in my throat, before turning around and starting down the sidewalk. I heard his quick footsteps, and a moment later he fell into step beside me.
"Know what this reminds me of?" he asked.
"What?" I questioned, not really caring.
"Just one of your favorite videos ever." he said.
I paused, there were about a hundred music videos I'd put in that category. I didn't realize that he'd slowed down his pace, until I turned to speak to him. He suddenly came around my other side.
"It's close to midnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark." he sang.
I tried to be irritated, but I couldn't help but grin. "Man," I said. "Don't."
The cocky grin was kept on his face. "Under the moooooonlight," he sang, making himself look like a jackass. "You see a sight that almost stops your heart."
"If you don't stop," I said. "I swear to God."
He laughed. "Alright, alright." he said, and he slung an arm over my shoulders. "I apologize."
We fell silent as we kept walking. I hated to admit it, but he was right; this was totally like Michael's "Thriller". I was mildly surprised though that Brian knew the words; it was one of my favorite songs, but he seemed to hate it.
"Just one more line," he said suddenly. When I didn't object, he pulled me tighter. "Now is the time; for you and I to cuddle close together. All through the night; I'll save you from the terror on the screen --"
"That's more than one line," I said, playfully cutting him off.
He grinned again, and kissed me sloppily on the cheek. I reached up and wiped at where his lips had been. I wouldn't say anything, but all day he'd been acting differently. It was strange, almost animalistic. I hated when I watched horror movies, they always turned me into some kind of freak.
He started humming, and I rolled my eyes.
"I can't help it." he replied, with a grin. "Now I have the song stuck in my head."
"Whatever." I said.
"You know you want to see me do that dance." he said.
"Do you even know the dance?" I asked skeptically.
He stopped, holding me with him, and his arm slid from around my shoulders. He trotted a few paces ahead and turned to me, the grin on his face caused me to grin as well; it was inevitable.
"Watch this." he said.
He gave a few jerky motions as he took robotic steps towards me, and I tried not to laugh. Then he lifted one of his shoulders in one of M.J.'s signature moves, repeating that a few times, before he turned to his side, one arm in front of him, the other out behind him. His hips wriggled slightly, a quick thrusting motion. I gave up, I couldn't contain the laughter any longer.
"There is something seriously wrong with you." I said, starting to walk passed him. "How do you even know that dance?"
His arm slid around me again. "I learned it cause I knew you'd think I was sexy doing it." he said. "But you didn't even let me finish."
"Believe me, I saw enough." I said. "Besides, it's cold, and I just want to get back to your place."
We fell silent again, and for a moment, the only thing I could hear was both of us breathing. But then I heard something behind us, something like a shuffling footstep. I turned sharply, and Brian almost fell over, his arm sliding from my shoulders again.
"Babe?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
I squinted, trying to see down the street in such dim lighting from the streetlamps. Then I glanced at him. "You didn't hear that?" I asked.
"Hear what?" he questioned.
I looked around again, but shrugged. "Nothing." I said. "Just being paranoid."
He grinned, and his arm slid around my waist. As we continued walking, I heard some more of those noises; I ignored them because Brian did. I assumed it was all just in my head. We started to turn a corner, but I came to a halt, stopping him with me.
"Zack," he said, sounding both confused and annoyed.
I didn't respond. In front of us there was a trio of people. I couldn't really see them because they were hidden in shadows. I felt like I'd stepped into one of those 70's zombie movies with the way the people were walking. I glanced at Brian, who was intently watching the scene in front of us. The expression on his face was unreadable.
"Is it just me being paranoid?" I asked in a whisper.
He snorted. "Totally." he said, and he started to steer me away from that street, heading the way we'd been before we turned a corner. "Not even eleven and these people are drunk of their asses."
We ended up heading the long way, and even though our new route was clear and drunken monkey free, I couldn't quite shake the feeling that something wasn't right. It didn't help that I could still hear that shuffling noise.
"Brian," I said, suddenly stopping, and shrugging out of his grasp. "I know you hear it."
I turned behind us and found that the three people from a moment ago were following us, and two more people had added onto their little clique. I glanced at Brian whose face was unreadable again as he studied the group of people. A noise came from behind us -- the way which we'd been heading, and we both spun to see three more people -- now totaling eight surrounding us. There was no doubt in my mind that these things were zombies, and I was sure I'd gone insane.
"Zack," Brian said again, "Look."
I glanced at him, and he nodded towards a house. It was your perfect haunted house, old and shitty. Looking as though it were going to collapse any moment, it stood on a short hill, complete with a gnarled tree in its front yard. And as in any scary movie out there; it seemed to be the only place we'd be able to get to if we made a run for it.
An empty sounding groan came from one of the zombies, and we turned again to see that they were closing in on us. Brian threw a glance at the house again.
"Head for it." he said. "I'll meet you there in a minute."
"Brian," I said, "That's the dumbest idea --"
"Do it." he said. "I'll distract them."
He gave me a light shove, and I did the only thing I could think to do -- run for the house. The depressive moans filled the cold night air, but I didn't turn around as I ran up the sidewalk of the house. I jumped up onto the creaky porch, and grabbed at the doorknob. It was unlocked; I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
I ran into the first room I came to, shutting the door behind me. I was in a parlor room, and the once fancy couches were covered in dusty sheets. I turned and grabbed one of the sheet covered chairs, pulling it in front of the door, before I glanced around the room. It was empty; and it seemed safe for the most part.
I glanced at the door, able to hear the toneless voices of the zombies outside, and I backed away from it slowly, my mind going crazy with thoughts. It seriously felt like I'd stepped into the lamest horror movie ever, yet however lame it was, I was scared shitless.
My back hit the large, boarded up window, and the wood that covered it suddenly shattered as a fist burst through. I let out a noise, a yelp mixed with a gasp, and I turned, now backing away from the window as the wood was pounded on by what sounded like more than one zombie. The floor seemingly exploded beneath me as a man burst up from the boards. Another yell from me, and I went to run passed it.
The other window in the room, the one I'd been headed towards burst as well, and I froze in my tracks; I was cornered. I turned, backing into the corner and watching as the monsters each found their own way into the room. I hit the wall, and slid down into a sitting position, cowering. The door I'd blocked off with the chair suddenly shattered as well, and I felt my heat leap as I recognized the jacket sleeve on the arm that came through the door.
Brian's other arm shot through the door, and he managed to push the chair out of the way, before kicking down the dry-rotted door. Any spark of hope I'd had in me failed at the sight of him; it was obvious by the graying, decaying skin that he was now one of them. I watched as he started to near me, the groans from the others filling my ears, before I covered my head with my arms, unable to keep watching as his arm reached for me.
A hand settled on my shoulder, and I screamed; the only thing I was able to do. But then I heard his voice, he was saying my name. I opened my eyes, and found that I was in the corner of Brian's brightly lit living room, he was crouched in front of me, and he smirked when I looked at him.
"What's the problem?" he asked. "I didn't think the movie scared you that much."
I just stared at him, my jaw hanging. He grinned again.
"Come on, babe." he said. "I'll take you home."
He grabbed my shoulders, and helped me to my feet. I realized that both he and I were fine, and I felt the air start to rush back into my lungs again. I took a few, grateful breaths as he led me towards the doorway, but I stopped him.
"No," I said. "I don't want to leave...just yet."
He grinned, but I caught a faint hint of something like worry. "Are you sure?" he asked.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, just thankful that he was there. "Yeah," I said. "Of course."
The grin returned as he caught what I was saying, and I saw his eyes flicker to the clock hanging on the wall. "Alright." he said. "I guess I can keep you here a little longer -- your parents won't mind?"
I, too, looked at the clock -- eleven thirty-five. "Nah," I said. "They won't mind."
Still grinning, he leaned down to kiss me. Our lips met, and like earlier, he pushed his tongue into my mouth. As I moved mine sensually against his, he pulled me to the couch. In seconds, we ended up laying down together, him on top of me, as one of his hands was playing with the bottom hem of my shirt.
Time seemed to fly by as we got each other undressed -- me first, then him -- and as he was kicking off his jeans, I saw him glance at the clock again.
"Why do you keep doing that?" I asked.
"What?" he asked, leaning down to kiss my neck.
"Looking at the clock." I clarified. "Don't tell me you have a midnight date or something."
He laughed against my skin, but it was almost robotic. He was usually good at taking my jokes; I didn't understand how this was any different.
"No," he said. "Just worried about your parents."
His lips returned to mine before I could say anything, and as his tongue invaded my mouth some more, he slid between my legs. He broke the kiss for a moment to stick his fingers into his mouth and slicken them with saliva, before he moved them down to between my legs. His lips pressed firmly against mine again, and I let out a short noise as his fingers entered me. He was never one for foreplay, so this didn't last too long, before he sat back and spit into his hand.
He layered his thick cock in his make-shift lube, before grabbing my hips and lining himself up. He moved his lips to my neck, and slowly pushed himself into me. I winced, but got over it as he started up a rhythm.
After the years we'd been together, he knew exactly how to find my spot, and when he did, I said his name, pulling at his muscular back. He groaned in concurrence, biting at my neck. As his hips worked quickly, thrusting his cock deep inside of me and earning a mewl each time, I caught him glance at the clock again. I wanted to bring it up with him again, but when I opened my mouth to speak, a moan came out.
He bit at my bottom lip, pulling one of my lip rings into his mouth, and I felt his fingers close around my dick. As he started to stroke me in hasty movements, I groaned, pushing my hips off of the couch cushion to meet both his hand motions and his thrusts. I wasn't going to last long, it was just one of those nights. His throaty groan told me that it was one of those nights for him too, and I was slightly thankful for that.
It was me who ended up cumming first, groaning his name loudly, and bucking my hips upward. He came not a second afterwards, but barely waited to see if all of his juices ended up inside of me, before pulling out, and sitting up.
"I got to get you home." he said, bending to grab his jeans.
It was now eleven fifty-six; I was starting to believe he did have a midnight date. After catching my breath -- something he didn't do -- I started getting dressed as well.
"Are you okay?" I asked when I'd started putting on my shoes.
He glanced at me, pulling his jacket on, and giving a movement of his head to get his hair out of his eyes. "Why wouldn't I be?" he asked.
"You're just acting really weird." I replied, standing. "Is it me?"
"Of course not." he said with a grin, grabbing his watch from the coffee table. "I just hate when your dad's pissed off at me."
I grabbed my hoodie, and he slid his arm around my waist, pulling me towards the door. In moments, we were outside, and walking towards my house. I wanted to ask him more questions about why he was being so dismissive, but I didn't exactly know how to word myself, so I kept my mouth shut. He glanced at his watch again; I caught that it was eleven fifty-eight. I also caught that his pace had quickened.
"What the Hell's wrong Brian?" I asked, trotting to keep up. "My parents won't care if I'm home a few minutes after twelve."
"I will." he said, glancing at me.
"Why?" I asked.
"I'm not like other guys, babe." he said.
I snorted, but before I could say anything, he stopped suddenly, causing me to run into him.
"Brian." I said.
He suddenly glanced up at the sky. I followed his gaze to where the moon was just visible behind some night clouds -- the full moon. I turned back to him, opening my mouth to say something, when he suddenly bent forward letting out a short noise. My brow furrowed and I stepped around to face him, saying his name again.
He straightened, and I let out a breath of air, backing up slightly. His eyes had changed; looking golden like a cat's -- like a werewolf's. What was wrong with me tonight?
"Get out of here." he said; even his voice had changed, it was deeper.
I opened my mouth to question him, but he bent forward again, letting out a groan. I said his name unsurely. A low, growl-type noise issued from his throat, and as he straightened again, I found that he was changing drastically; whether I was dreaming or not, he was a werewolf.
I turned, and ran. What else could I do? Hoping my house would seem closer than it really was, I tried to ignore the deafening pounding of my heart, which was only masked by the howl that filled the night air.
I love this kind of stuff, the cheesy, stupid horror crap. Am I the only one?
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Synyster // Zacky
Rating: NC17
Summary: [Cheesy AU]. It's close to midnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark.
Disclaimer: Not real dur.
Since "Thriller" is one of the best songs ever (done by one of the best singers ever), I just had to write a fic about it. Well, I wrote this a few days ago at school when I was really bored, and still in my writer's block funk. I kind of like the cheesiness of this, but I don't know if you will. This is a kind of important note -- as you know, I hate writing fics without sex scenes in them, so you can be guaranteed the one in this fic, and just to warn you, it's really short, because this isn't a PWP. Okay, now you can read it.
Thriller Night
((Zacky's POV))
I turned away from the movie screen grimacing. So far the movie Brian and I had paid to see was nothing but a werewolf tearing people open. It was cool at first, but after a while, like ten minutes, it got to be just too much. Brian laughed quietly at me, turning to me, and the amusement in his eyes wasn't hard to see despite the darkness of the theater.
"I can't believe you're sitting here watching this." I said.
He glanced back up at the screen, and in the movie I could hear the sound of flesh ripping; it wouldn't have been so bad, had it not sounded so god awfully real.
"It's not that bad." he said, turning back to me. "Are you scared?"
"No," I said, perhaps a little too quickly. "Just grossed out. I'm gonna throw up."
He grinned and turned in his seat completely, leaning towards me.
"Don't worry." he said, ghosting his lips over mine. "I'm sure we can make it better."
I rolled my eyes; he always thought he could fix things with a kiss. I opened my mouth to say this to him, but his lips were on mine again, this time firmly and forcefully. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth, and I suddenly felt his hand cupping my groin. I broke the kiss for a quick breath, but I barely got any air into my lungs and his lips were on mine again, his hand moving slowly to rub my quickly hardening cock.
There was a loud bang-type noise from the movie, and the speakers in the theater all but exploded, causing both Brian and I to flinch as though we'd been hit. We both glanced at the screen just in time to see the lycanthrope biting into some chick's throat, and taking out a hunk of flesh. Erection gone.
I stood up. "I'm going outside." I said .
"What?" Brian asked, sounding very much like a child. "Babe, come on."
I shook my head. "Sorry," I said, glancing at him as I grabbed my hoodie from the empty chair next to me. "You can stay, but I'm just really sickened and bored of the movie."
Without another word, I turned and walked towards the exit. As I was leaving, the only sound I could hear was that chick screaming. It was so annoying. Talk about a bad horror movie.
I stepped outside, pulling my hoodie tighter around myself, and glancing around. I amused myself for a few moments by watching my breath fog up in front of my face, but that obviously didn't stay fun for too long. I crossed my arms, and looked around. It was Friday night, and yet the streets appeared empty; I would've thought it was kind of creepy, but I didn't want to make it seem like the movie had gotten to me that bad.
"Zack." Brian's voice came from behind me, and I turned to see him coming out of the doors and pulling on his jacket. "Babe, it's only a movie."
I rolled my eyes. "So what?" I asked. "Sorry I don't get off on blood and gore -- it kind of freaks me out that you do."
He laughed, and pushed his hands into his coat pockets. "It doesn't get me off." he said; was it just me or did that sound like a lie? God, I was paranoid. "Just admit it, you were scared, weren't you?"
I shook my head, giving a scoff. "I wasn't that scared." I said.
He laughed again, and I made an annoyed sound in my throat, before turning around and starting down the sidewalk. I heard his quick footsteps, and a moment later he fell into step beside me.
"Know what this reminds me of?" he asked.
"What?" I questioned, not really caring.
"Just one of your favorite videos ever." he said.
I paused, there were about a hundred music videos I'd put in that category. I didn't realize that he'd slowed down his pace, until I turned to speak to him. He suddenly came around my other side.
"It's close to midnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark." he sang.
I tried to be irritated, but I couldn't help but grin. "Man," I said. "Don't."
The cocky grin was kept on his face. "Under the moooooonlight," he sang, making himself look like a jackass. "You see a sight that almost stops your heart."
"If you don't stop," I said. "I swear to God."
He laughed. "Alright, alright." he said, and he slung an arm over my shoulders. "I apologize."
We fell silent as we kept walking. I hated to admit it, but he was right; this was totally like Michael's "Thriller". I was mildly surprised though that Brian knew the words; it was one of my favorite songs, but he seemed to hate it.
"Just one more line," he said suddenly. When I didn't object, he pulled me tighter. "Now is the time; for you and I to cuddle close together. All through the night; I'll save you from the terror on the screen --"
"That's more than one line," I said, playfully cutting him off.
He grinned again, and kissed me sloppily on the cheek. I reached up and wiped at where his lips had been. I wouldn't say anything, but all day he'd been acting differently. It was strange, almost animalistic. I hated when I watched horror movies, they always turned me into some kind of freak.
He started humming, and I rolled my eyes.
"I can't help it." he replied, with a grin. "Now I have the song stuck in my head."
"Whatever." I said.
"You know you want to see me do that dance." he said.
"Do you even know the dance?" I asked skeptically.
He stopped, holding me with him, and his arm slid from around my shoulders. He trotted a few paces ahead and turned to me, the grin on his face caused me to grin as well; it was inevitable.
"Watch this." he said.
He gave a few jerky motions as he took robotic steps towards me, and I tried not to laugh. Then he lifted one of his shoulders in one of M.J.'s signature moves, repeating that a few times, before he turned to his side, one arm in front of him, the other out behind him. His hips wriggled slightly, a quick thrusting motion. I gave up, I couldn't contain the laughter any longer.
"There is something seriously wrong with you." I said, starting to walk passed him. "How do you even know that dance?"
His arm slid around me again. "I learned it cause I knew you'd think I was sexy doing it." he said. "But you didn't even let me finish."
"Believe me, I saw enough." I said. "Besides, it's cold, and I just want to get back to your place."
We fell silent again, and for a moment, the only thing I could hear was both of us breathing. But then I heard something behind us, something like a shuffling footstep. I turned sharply, and Brian almost fell over, his arm sliding from my shoulders again.
"Babe?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
I squinted, trying to see down the street in such dim lighting from the streetlamps. Then I glanced at him. "You didn't hear that?" I asked.
"Hear what?" he questioned.
I looked around again, but shrugged. "Nothing." I said. "Just being paranoid."
He grinned, and his arm slid around my waist. As we continued walking, I heard some more of those noises; I ignored them because Brian did. I assumed it was all just in my head. We started to turn a corner, but I came to a halt, stopping him with me.
"Zack," he said, sounding both confused and annoyed.
I didn't respond. In front of us there was a trio of people. I couldn't really see them because they were hidden in shadows. I felt like I'd stepped into one of those 70's zombie movies with the way the people were walking. I glanced at Brian, who was intently watching the scene in front of us. The expression on his face was unreadable.
"Is it just me being paranoid?" I asked in a whisper.
He snorted. "Totally." he said, and he started to steer me away from that street, heading the way we'd been before we turned a corner. "Not even eleven and these people are drunk of their asses."
We ended up heading the long way, and even though our new route was clear and drunken monkey free, I couldn't quite shake the feeling that something wasn't right. It didn't help that I could still hear that shuffling noise.
"Brian," I said, suddenly stopping, and shrugging out of his grasp. "I know you hear it."
I turned behind us and found that the three people from a moment ago were following us, and two more people had added onto their little clique. I glanced at Brian whose face was unreadable again as he studied the group of people. A noise came from behind us -- the way which we'd been heading, and we both spun to see three more people -- now totaling eight surrounding us. There was no doubt in my mind that these things were zombies, and I was sure I'd gone insane.
"Zack," Brian said again, "Look."
I glanced at him, and he nodded towards a house. It was your perfect haunted house, old and shitty. Looking as though it were going to collapse any moment, it stood on a short hill, complete with a gnarled tree in its front yard. And as in any scary movie out there; it seemed to be the only place we'd be able to get to if we made a run for it.
An empty sounding groan came from one of the zombies, and we turned again to see that they were closing in on us. Brian threw a glance at the house again.
"Head for it." he said. "I'll meet you there in a minute."
"Brian," I said, "That's the dumbest idea --"
"Do it." he said. "I'll distract them."
He gave me a light shove, and I did the only thing I could think to do -- run for the house. The depressive moans filled the cold night air, but I didn't turn around as I ran up the sidewalk of the house. I jumped up onto the creaky porch, and grabbed at the doorknob. It was unlocked; I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
I ran into the first room I came to, shutting the door behind me. I was in a parlor room, and the once fancy couches were covered in dusty sheets. I turned and grabbed one of the sheet covered chairs, pulling it in front of the door, before I glanced around the room. It was empty; and it seemed safe for the most part.
I glanced at the door, able to hear the toneless voices of the zombies outside, and I backed away from it slowly, my mind going crazy with thoughts. It seriously felt like I'd stepped into the lamest horror movie ever, yet however lame it was, I was scared shitless.
My back hit the large, boarded up window, and the wood that covered it suddenly shattered as a fist burst through. I let out a noise, a yelp mixed with a gasp, and I turned, now backing away from the window as the wood was pounded on by what sounded like more than one zombie. The floor seemingly exploded beneath me as a man burst up from the boards. Another yell from me, and I went to run passed it.
The other window in the room, the one I'd been headed towards burst as well, and I froze in my tracks; I was cornered. I turned, backing into the corner and watching as the monsters each found their own way into the room. I hit the wall, and slid down into a sitting position, cowering. The door I'd blocked off with the chair suddenly shattered as well, and I felt my heat leap as I recognized the jacket sleeve on the arm that came through the door.
Brian's other arm shot through the door, and he managed to push the chair out of the way, before kicking down the dry-rotted door. Any spark of hope I'd had in me failed at the sight of him; it was obvious by the graying, decaying skin that he was now one of them. I watched as he started to near me, the groans from the others filling my ears, before I covered my head with my arms, unable to keep watching as his arm reached for me.
A hand settled on my shoulder, and I screamed; the only thing I was able to do. But then I heard his voice, he was saying my name. I opened my eyes, and found that I was in the corner of Brian's brightly lit living room, he was crouched in front of me, and he smirked when I looked at him.
"What's the problem?" he asked. "I didn't think the movie scared you that much."
I just stared at him, my jaw hanging. He grinned again.
"Come on, babe." he said. "I'll take you home."
He grabbed my shoulders, and helped me to my feet. I realized that both he and I were fine, and I felt the air start to rush back into my lungs again. I took a few, grateful breaths as he led me towards the doorway, but I stopped him.
"No," I said. "I don't want to leave...just yet."
He grinned, but I caught a faint hint of something like worry. "Are you sure?" he asked.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, just thankful that he was there. "Yeah," I said. "Of course."
The grin returned as he caught what I was saying, and I saw his eyes flicker to the clock hanging on the wall. "Alright." he said. "I guess I can keep you here a little longer -- your parents won't mind?"
I, too, looked at the clock -- eleven thirty-five. "Nah," I said. "They won't mind."
Still grinning, he leaned down to kiss me. Our lips met, and like earlier, he pushed his tongue into my mouth. As I moved mine sensually against his, he pulled me to the couch. In seconds, we ended up laying down together, him on top of me, as one of his hands was playing with the bottom hem of my shirt.
Time seemed to fly by as we got each other undressed -- me first, then him -- and as he was kicking off his jeans, I saw him glance at the clock again.
"Why do you keep doing that?" I asked.
"What?" he asked, leaning down to kiss my neck.
"Looking at the clock." I clarified. "Don't tell me you have a midnight date or something."
He laughed against my skin, but it was almost robotic. He was usually good at taking my jokes; I didn't understand how this was any different.
"No," he said. "Just worried about your parents."
His lips returned to mine before I could say anything, and as his tongue invaded my mouth some more, he slid between my legs. He broke the kiss for a moment to stick his fingers into his mouth and slicken them with saliva, before he moved them down to between my legs. His lips pressed firmly against mine again, and I let out a short noise as his fingers entered me. He was never one for foreplay, so this didn't last too long, before he sat back and spit into his hand.
He layered his thick cock in his make-shift lube, before grabbing my hips and lining himself up. He moved his lips to my neck, and slowly pushed himself into me. I winced, but got over it as he started up a rhythm.
After the years we'd been together, he knew exactly how to find my spot, and when he did, I said his name, pulling at his muscular back. He groaned in concurrence, biting at my neck. As his hips worked quickly, thrusting his cock deep inside of me and earning a mewl each time, I caught him glance at the clock again. I wanted to bring it up with him again, but when I opened my mouth to speak, a moan came out.
He bit at my bottom lip, pulling one of my lip rings into his mouth, and I felt his fingers close around my dick. As he started to stroke me in hasty movements, I groaned, pushing my hips off of the couch cushion to meet both his hand motions and his thrusts. I wasn't going to last long, it was just one of those nights. His throaty groan told me that it was one of those nights for him too, and I was slightly thankful for that.
It was me who ended up cumming first, groaning his name loudly, and bucking my hips upward. He came not a second afterwards, but barely waited to see if all of his juices ended up inside of me, before pulling out, and sitting up.
"I got to get you home." he said, bending to grab his jeans.
It was now eleven fifty-six; I was starting to believe he did have a midnight date. After catching my breath -- something he didn't do -- I started getting dressed as well.
"Are you okay?" I asked when I'd started putting on my shoes.
He glanced at me, pulling his jacket on, and giving a movement of his head to get his hair out of his eyes. "Why wouldn't I be?" he asked.
"You're just acting really weird." I replied, standing. "Is it me?"
"Of course not." he said with a grin, grabbing his watch from the coffee table. "I just hate when your dad's pissed off at me."
I grabbed my hoodie, and he slid his arm around my waist, pulling me towards the door. In moments, we were outside, and walking towards my house. I wanted to ask him more questions about why he was being so dismissive, but I didn't exactly know how to word myself, so I kept my mouth shut. He glanced at his watch again; I caught that it was eleven fifty-eight. I also caught that his pace had quickened.
"What the Hell's wrong Brian?" I asked, trotting to keep up. "My parents won't care if I'm home a few minutes after twelve."
"I will." he said, glancing at me.
"Why?" I asked.
"I'm not like other guys, babe." he said.
I snorted, but before I could say anything, he stopped suddenly, causing me to run into him.
"Brian." I said.
He suddenly glanced up at the sky. I followed his gaze to where the moon was just visible behind some night clouds -- the full moon. I turned back to him, opening my mouth to say something, when he suddenly bent forward letting out a short noise. My brow furrowed and I stepped around to face him, saying his name again.
He straightened, and I let out a breath of air, backing up slightly. His eyes had changed; looking golden like a cat's -- like a werewolf's. What was wrong with me tonight?
"Get out of here." he said; even his voice had changed, it was deeper.
I opened my mouth to question him, but he bent forward again, letting out a groan. I said his name unsurely. A low, growl-type noise issued from his throat, and as he straightened again, I found that he was changing drastically; whether I was dreaming or not, he was a werewolf.
I turned, and ran. What else could I do? Hoping my house would seem closer than it really was, I tried to ignore the deafening pounding of my heart, which was only masked by the howl that filled the night air.
I love this kind of stuff, the cheesy, stupid horror crap. Am I the only one?