[un_love_you] - "Cities of Night" - [SynysterxZacky]
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Jun. 6th, 2009 | 03:28 am
Locale: The Living Room, Not Sleeping.
Mood: 
Wide-Awake. Fuck.
Soundtrack: "Cities of Night" --Blaqk Audio
My first finished submission for the ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
un_love_you prompts (which I haven't been officially accepted to, but screw it.)
Title: "Cities of Night"
Author: Chip - caha_girls
Theme: 17. -WISH I DIDN'T LOVE YOU.
Pairing: [Synyster x Zacky]
Rating: Fairly PG-13.
Summary: ...But that was their little secret....
Comments: Shit it's been such a long time since I've written these two. I kept it PG just for my own sake.
[17. Wish I Didn't Love You]-Syn/Zacky
"Cities of Night"
Another city. Another hotel room. The tour was going good and shit was perfect, falling into place like puzzle pieces fitted and pre-ordained. Hard work, sweat and tears. Sometimes blood. But that was their little secret.
In a room on the fifty-somethingth floor of a hotel with more glitter than a Vegas stage, two bodies twisted in a heated embrace. The cotton sheets were damp with the sweat of their skin, sticking; it was a nuisance. Hands shoved at the fabric eager to get to the flesh burning beneath it.
Syn let his breathless lover break their kiss, watching with half-lidded eyes as Zacky struggled to swallow enough air to sate his burning lungs. It sent a perverse thrill through him to see the way the other man's cheeks were painted scarlet--like the smudged eyeshadow around his eyes, running and smeared. Zacky's lips are bruised and puffy, bleeding at one corner where Syn had purposely sucked too harshly at his piercing. But that wasn't a problem. His little Zack didn't mind some blood in their kiss--and if Syn was honest with himself, he thought the iron-metallic taste was fucking delicious.
Slim hips shifted beneath his and he laughed quietly, ducking his head to lay a claim on Zack's throat, his teeth biting sharply over pale skin. A strangled whimper was his prize and he used both hands to pin Zack's shoulders down as his lover writhed.
"Ahhgh, Brian..."
Syn laid a trail of open-mouthed kisses up Zack's throat, swirling his tongue in the hollow below the other man's ear. "Sssh Zacky-baby," he crooned softly, "you promised."
A tortured groan, "I promised..." And Zack had promised him. Promised not to fight, not to complain; not to try to press, not to beg and not to plead. It was a change, but Syn wasn't himself tonight and he needed something different. And if that meant making Zack stay quiet...
He darted his tongue into Zacky's ear, rolling it slowly; he captured the soft, fleshy lobe between his teeth and ground down with the sharp pearly-whites. The agonized groan it drew form Zack was satisfactory; it thrilled him in a way that wasn't quite kind.
But fuck being kind. Because this wasn't making love, this wasn't even fucking.
It was just...
Fuck love. Give me fire, Zacky.
His hands squeezed his lover's forearms, calloused fingertips digging in sharply, holding Zack right where he wanted him. Rolling his hips, Syn growled in the other man's ear, low and guttural.
I wish I didn't love you.
HOSHIT. Alright. We're going to dedicate this one to Lara, who is a far better slasher than I, but who is directly responsible for the relapse into prima-era fandom. *shakes head*That bitch was playing A7X on blogTV, now she must pay. I love you, Lara.
un_love_you prompts (which I haven't been officially accepted to, but screw it.) Title: "Cities of Night"
Author: Chip - caha_girls
Theme: 17. -WISH I DIDN'T LOVE YOU.
Pairing: [Synyster x Zacky]
Rating: Fairly PG-13.
Summary: ...But that was their little secret....
Comments: Shit it's been such a long time since I've written these two. I kept it PG just for my own sake.
[17. Wish I Didn't Love You]-Syn/Zacky
"Cities of Night"
Another city. Another hotel room. The tour was going good and shit was perfect, falling into place like puzzle pieces fitted and pre-ordained. Hard work, sweat and tears. Sometimes blood. But that was their little secret.
In a room on the fifty-somethingth floor of a hotel with more glitter than a Vegas stage, two bodies twisted in a heated embrace. The cotton sheets were damp with the sweat of their skin, sticking; it was a nuisance. Hands shoved at the fabric eager to get to the flesh burning beneath it.
Syn let his breathless lover break their kiss, watching with half-lidded eyes as Zacky struggled to swallow enough air to sate his burning lungs. It sent a perverse thrill through him to see the way the other man's cheeks were painted scarlet--like the smudged eyeshadow around his eyes, running and smeared. Zacky's lips are bruised and puffy, bleeding at one corner where Syn had purposely sucked too harshly at his piercing. But that wasn't a problem. His little Zack didn't mind some blood in their kiss--and if Syn was honest with himself, he thought the iron-metallic taste was fucking delicious.
Slim hips shifted beneath his and he laughed quietly, ducking his head to lay a claim on Zack's throat, his teeth biting sharply over pale skin. A strangled whimper was his prize and he used both hands to pin Zack's shoulders down as his lover writhed.
"Ahhgh, Brian..."
Syn laid a trail of open-mouthed kisses up Zack's throat, swirling his tongue in the hollow below the other man's ear. "Sssh Zacky-baby," he crooned softly, "you promised."
A tortured groan, "I promised..." And Zack had promised him. Promised not to fight, not to complain; not to try to press, not to beg and not to plead. It was a change, but Syn wasn't himself tonight and he needed something different. And if that meant making Zack stay quiet...
He darted his tongue into Zacky's ear, rolling it slowly; he captured the soft, fleshy lobe between his teeth and ground down with the sharp pearly-whites. The agonized groan it drew form Zack was satisfactory; it thrilled him in a way that wasn't quite kind.
But fuck being kind. Because this wasn't making love, this wasn't even fucking.
It was just...
Fuck love. Give me fire, Zacky.
His hands squeezed his lover's forearms, calloused fingertips digging in sharply, holding Zack right where he wanted him. Rolling his hips, Syn growled in the other man's ear, low and guttural.
I wish I didn't love you.
HOSHIT. Alright. We're going to dedicate this one to Lara, who is a far better slasher than I, but who is directly responsible for the relapse into prima-era fandom. *shakes head*
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date: Jun. 6th, 2009 08:06 am (UTC)
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And yaaaaaaaaay, this was good. XD
just you wait till I break out the Harry Potter slash. ;DReply | Thread
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date: Jun. 6th, 2009 08:11 am (UTC)
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You don't know... the depth... of my addiction there.
*sighs*
Damnit Lara... you need to quit feeding my need to delve into my old fandoms.I'm going to have to bite you, I can see it now.
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date: Jun. 6th, 2009 08:14 am (UTC)
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I'm the best crack dealer there is. ;DOH DON'T EVEN GO THERE. BITING. EHEHHEHEEHEH.
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date: Jun. 6th, 2009 09:51 am (UTC)
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--The Absolute BEST, Lara. I worship at your feet.--Teehee, and I've been trained not to bite--by professionals, mind you. *grin*... But exceptions can be made. *smile*
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