Her musical rambling was cut off at the end of the hall by Jimmy's pleasured scream of "GOD YES, MASTER!"

And then they all dissolved into giggles.

"Some footage we're gonna get from tha', aye?" Annabelle chuckled.

And that was the end of who had the power, Shadows or Plague.

'Cause it was Shadows all the way. Plague called him Master, the guys would never get enough of that.

Now they're wondering when they'll see little 'uns runnin' around.

Title: Hard Candy
Author: torasavage
Rating: Eh... Some hints... Dunno actually.. PG 13?
Pairings: Johnny/Zacky
Summary: "This candy's really sweet, Zack, are you?"
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people. Sadly. I also mean no harm. No really, I don't. I adore these guys. <3
Deds: christinalp'cause she asked ages ago.
Author's note: I meant to have this yesterday, but.. English... Torture! And... Erm... I'm sorry it took so long to come up with it.


He just had to have rock candy, purple rock candy a that. He just had to be sitting in the middle, pressed uncomfortably close to me. He just had to be leaning his head back on the seat, sucking said rock candy erotically, and listening half-hearted-ly to Jimmy's latest story.

I turn my head, pretending to listen to Jimmy, to watch him. I was so intent on him, and his expressions, that I almost missed Jimmy stopping and nudging him. His eyes flickered to the blues of our friend, while Jimmy mouthed something, but what did I care, he was now licking the candy, breaking chucks of the crystallized sugar off with his tongue. Then his eyes turned to mine, and he was blushing slightly. I shifted uncomfortably, under his gaze, as he continued on with his now-knowingly erotic display.And I couldn't look away; I was entranced.

He smirked mischievously as Jimmy leaned over to whisper something into his ears. His eye brows rose, but his eyes glinted playfully and dangerously. Jimmy flicked his ear, his normal way of reminding some one of things, and turned to stare out the window.

"This candy's really sweet, Zack, are you?" His voice broke the silence that had fallen over the car, attracting attention, all with an innocent smile.

"WOAH! WHAT?" Matt cried, jerking around to look at him.

"Mm, is the 'I'm-straight-you-bastards' one actually coming out?" Brian asked, turning slightly to face me and him.

"Watch the road, jackass!" Jimmy growled sharply at Matt, still wounded that Matt and Brian had stolen the other from Jimmy himself. But that's a whole other demon, there.

He also laid a smack on the back of Brian's head, gently, before explaining the situation in soft terms. I didn't catch much, still too intent on Johnny, who was now just staring, frozen, at me.

"Wait, Johnny thinks I'm what?" I could have sworn I heard Jimmy say "Midget thinks he's smexy."

"I'm right here," Johnny pointed out, rolling his beautiful brown eyes.

"Mm, so you are," I answered. "Well, what do you think I am?"

"Besides an amazing musician? Eh, well, Jolly Green Giant over here has it wrong. I don't think you're sexy." I felt my hopes crumble with those words. "I think you're the most beautiful fucking thing to ever walk this planet." My hopes repaired themselves, and grew to twice their original size. "And, now the rest of you shut the fuck up. We're trying to have a conversation back here."

Brian gave a small chuckle, before turning back to the front, one of Jimmy's hands entangled in his hair. Matt and Brian held a small, quiet conversation of their own, with no one else paying much attention. Jimmy took the candy from Johnny, before pushing him, quite literately, into my lap. Johnny seemed perfectly happy with this and straddled me. Which didn't help my hard-on any, seeing as his own was pressed against it. Jimmy then took his place in the middle and used to review mirror to put on the same kind of show for Matt and Brian.

Johnny smirked in satisfaction, before leaning closer, his hands on the back of the seat on either side of my head.

"So, are you sweet?" he murmured, before catching my lips in a gentle, sweet kiss. I yielded to him, unwilling and unable to fight, as his tongue swept inside my mouth, tasting.

"My, my, you are sweet, but I want to taste everything," his tone, expression, and gestures were suggestive. However, the thing that made me powerless to him was his hips grinding into mine. This left me no will to say know and I merely nodded in response.

"No blow jobs in my car," Matt growled.

"Matty shut up, I'll give you one later," Jimmy growled back.

"Let them have their fun," Brian added, turning to Jimmy. "And you were just gonna leave me out?"

"Of course not! I'd never leave you out, Bri," Jimmy replied, winking.

"Still no blow jobs in my car, we're almost to my place and I don't care what you do in the guest bedroom. And, Jimmy and Brian, you two are going to take turns, to teach you not to attempt to over throw me in my car."

Jimmy and Brian exchanged smirks, winks, and high fives, whilst Johnny curled up in my lap, saddened.

"No fair," he whined.

"I'm Matt, who ever said I was fair?" Matt questioned, cruelly. "And I swear to fucking God if their isa singly come stain in that room...."

Johnny's response was hitting Matt in the back on the head with an empty beer can, Jimmy's, and an unopened beer can, mine. They were quickly followed by Brian's half-full beer can being dumped over Matt's head.

"Shut the fuck up, 'cause I know things about you, Sanders, things your boys here wouldn't like to know," Johnny growled, and we all burst into laughter.

"Its the short ones you gotta watch out for, Matty-boy!" Jimmy announced, before dissolving into another fit of insane giggles. After all, we all had some idea of what he was talking about, But only Johnny had been sober, and only Johnny knew what really happened.

Title: Scarred Angel (Epilouge)
Author: torasavage
Rating: R: Violence, Death, Language, Rape (yeah, nasty stuff is gone)
Pairings: Matt/Johnny
Summary: Broken so Beautifully, and Reborn into such Perfection
Disclaimer: Don't Own, Yo! You sue, you'll get a few pennies. Also. Faker than a poser emo kid. Hehe.
Author's note: Okay, sorry. Been forever. Slight writers block, research paper, biology paper, huge headaches, and a haircut. I have valid reasons. But.. Yeah.. last chapter, also the Epilouge... I tried for more, but I can't, I'm sorry. :(
Deds: For sonia_sevenfold and for Flubbed, because it was demanded, and for codename_ben.
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He closed his notebook and stood slowly, having finally written it all down.

"Done, Love?" His boyfriend questioned, looking up from his book. Warm golden hazel met equally warm amber.

"Yeah, I'm done. I'ma go let Mars in, too," he replied, smiling at the larger man across the room.

The smaller of the two got up, and started making his way to the backdoor. When he reached it, he opened it, wide enough for a large bundle of fur to come bounding in. The dog went and settled at the larger's feet, wagging his tail happily.

"You know, Matty, you never told me what happened," the smaller murmured, as he sat on the couch next to his boyfriend.

"Bad relationship," his golden eyes closed, hiding all the pain. "He said he loved me, used me, broke me. The last time I saw him outside of the courts, he... Him and his friends raped me, beat me. He loved to watch me bleed more than anything."

"I'm sorry, Matty," the smaller curled against his side, trying to convey comfort and all of his love with his touch.

"Not your fault, Johnny," Matt replied an arming slipping around Johnny to hold him closer.  "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I'm still sorry, for you," Johnny clarified. "I'm sympathizing, Matt."

"I know, stop it," Matt grinned at him. "I'm the big bad wolf."

"Oh, for real, Matthew, big bad wolf my white ass," Johnny rolled his eyes.

"What about your ass?" Matt asked, his hand trailing down Johnny's back to his ass, where it squeezed gently.

"MATTHEW!" Johnny yelped, jumping.

"I'm not interupting anything, am I?" Jimmy's cool voice asked from the hallway door.

"No," Johnny turned to him, flushed. Jimmy stood there, a bottle of Jack in one hand, a pair of jeans and a shirt in the other. And he was stark fucking naked.

"JAMES OWEN SULLIVAN!" Jacoby and Zack's voices sounded through the house.

"Get your drunk ass back here!" Jacoby added.

"So I can fuck you!" Zacky called.

"Orgy?" Jimmy went from cold, brooding drunk, to very horny and eager in less than a second, and he bounded to Jacoby and Zacky. Matt and Johnny followed, both greatly amused.

"Get him, Zee!" Jacoby demanded.

Zack jumped on Jimmy, knocking the surprised man down.

"Orgy?" Jimmy looked hopefully up at Zack's bright green eyes.

"No, clothes!" Zacky replied, grinning wickedly, as Jacoby took the Jack, amazingly un-spilled, and the clothes from him. After a few seconds, Jimmy sat there sulking and fully dressed. Zacky stood a few feet away, finishing the bottle of Jack off. Not like there was much left to begin with.

"So, what are you two up to?" Jacoby asked, casually leaning against the wall.

"Well, I'm wondering why our large dog lets you lot come and go without so much as twitching," Johnny muttered, as Mars padded out of the room he had been in to flop down at Matt's feet. "And isn't he my dog? Why does he love Matt so fucking much?"

"Because you do, obviously," Lexi responded as she walked through the front door. "I have a present for you, J."

"Really?" Johnny's eyebrows raised in a questioning gesture.

"Yeah, Matt, come outside and help me with it," She demanded, slipping back out the door.

Matt followed her, to her car, curious. She opened the trunk, and he stood next to her, staring in awe.

The present was a painting, on a large canvas. Johnny was in the dead center, a shirtless figure with angel wings, wings so real he felt he could reach out and touch them and feel their soft texture. The feathers were vastly white, except for a few black and gray ones scattered through, breaking the white lines. To Johnny's left a painted figure of Brian knelt, looking beseechingly up to the heavens, and to Johnny, whilst behind him stood the more sinister figure of his alter, complete with black fedora and cruel smirk. To the right was a painted figure of Matt, smiling lovingly, and resting a hand lightly on the shoulder of the painted Johnny. Matt, as well, was shirtless, the scars from his past bared to the world. Lexi stood far behind the others, watching. Watching and waiting, it seemed, a book held in her hands.

Johnny's eyes stared out from the canvas, filled with fear, pain, hope, longing, and love. Matt could see the emotions behind this painting, they stared out through the eyes of Johnny, begging him to help, to love him. How Lexi could capture such emotion with a brush, he would never know.

"Johnny will love it," Matt whispered to her.

Then he noticed the intricate gothic lettering along the very top. It contrasted with the background, the pale blue of a winter's sky, by being a bright blood red, the color of freshly spilt blood. The text itself read, 'The Scarred Angel, Broken so Beautifully, and Reborn into such Perfection.'

Matt couldn't disagree, for Johnny's scars, or his own.

"SYNYSTER'S NAME IS 'HOT BUFFY SEX DUDE'."

"WE'RE GONNA DRIVE AROUND AND LOOK FOR....SLUTS."

"BOOBIES, BOOBIES!"

"WE JUST DO WHAT WE FEEL IS BEST, AND IF PEOPLE THINK IT SUCKS OR WE ARE FAGS OR TALK SHIT, THAT'S COOL. WE AREN'T DOING THIS TO IMPRESS ANYONE. WE WRITE AND PLAY MUSIC TO PLEASE OURSELVES."

"WE ARE JUST TRYING TO MAKE MUSIC, AND IF PEOPLE LIKE IT, THEN THAT'S AWESOME. BE YOURSELF AND LIKE WHAT YOU LIKE, FUCK EVERYONE ELSE."

"I'M NOT SURE ABOUT THE FUNNIEST, BUT BY FAR THE COOLEST IS WHEN FANS SHOW US THEIR AVENGED TATTOOS. THAT KIND OF SHIT MAKES US SO EXCITED. THAT'S THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE FOR A BAND, AND I LOVE IT WHEN I SEE AVENGED INK."

"COME ON, HE DIDNT FIGHT ALL FIVE OF THEM"

"WE'VE BEEN READING THE MÖTLEY CRÜE BOOK. THATS OUR HOLY BIBLE."

"I SAW THE REV THE OTHER NIGHT AND HE WAS ON LIKE FOUR DIFFERENT THINGS. HE WAS LIKE, DUDE, IVE BEEN GONE FOR THREE DAYS!"

“I’VE HAD PEOPLE COME TO MY HOUSE TO FUCK WITH ME, AND I’D HAVE SHOT THEM FOR SURE IF I HAD A GUN."

“I SERIOUSLY LISTEN TO ‘BARBIE GIRL’ BY AQUA WAY MORE THAN I SHOULD. IT WAS THE REV’S CD, AND HE SERIOUSLY THREW HIS OWN CD OUT THE WINDOW, BECAUSE I WOULD LISTEN TO IT TOO MUCH."

"ANYONE THAT CALLS US A SELL OUT HAS NEVER HEARD THE RECORD OR THEY ARE BASING IT OFF OF THE FACT THAT WE DON’T SCREAM ANYMORE"

“IF AN 18-YEAR-OLD KID WERE TO COME UP AND TALK SHIT ABOUT MY BAND IT WOULD BE A REALLY BAD SCENE FOR THEM"

“I’M TOO HUNG FOR WOMEN’S UNDERWEAR"

“WHEN YOU GO TO OUR LIVE SHOW, IT’S A FULL-ON HEAVY METAL SHOW, AND WE DON’T NEED I MEAN, NO OFFENSE TO 10-YEAR-OLD AND 11-YEAR-OLD LITTLE GILS, [BUT] THEY’RE NOT GOING TO UNDERSTAND THE EXPERIENCE."

“SHADOWS MOM: WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO VEGAS?
SHADOWS: WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF AN INTERVIEW.
SHADOWS MOM: OH.
THE REV: YOU'RE DONE FOR...
SHADOWS: PLEASE GO INSIDE I'LL TALK TO YOU LATER."

“SHADOWS: COCAINE IS AN ORGANIZED RELIGION."

“SHADOW: THE REVEREND STILL PAYS FOR HOOKERS OR WAITS UNTIL GIRLS ARE PASSED OUT.ZACKY ALWAYS HAS GOTTEN GIRLS. SYNYSTER DOESN'T LIKE THEM UNLESS THEY ARE UNDER 16 AND JUSTIN IMPREGNATES EVERY GIRL HE MEETS."

“SHADOWS: ZACKY VENGEANCE SHAVES HIS ASS.
ZACKY: WAXING'S FAR TOO EMBARRASSING."

“WELL SOMETIMES YOU JUST HAVE TO MAN OUT THE DOOSH SHIT"

"EVERY FIFTH GRADER'S FAVORITE BAND IS METALLICA"

"WHAT ABOUT BEING NAKED IN THE LIQUOR STORE? I WAS NAKED IN A LIQUOR STORE AND..."

"TO BE INVISIBLE SO THAT I COULD KILL JOHNNY AND NO ONE WOULD KNOW."

"I DON'T BLAME ANYONE FOR WANTING TO FUCK US."

"I THINK WEVE DONE AS MANY DRUGS IN ONE NIGHT AS ANYONE HAS EVER COMBINED."

"HE HALLUCINATED THAT WE WERE REPLACING HIM WITH THE BASSIST OF ATREYU!"

"I WORKED IN A FUCKING LAUNDROMAT."

"YEAH, I WOULD JUST GO AND OPEN IT UP, BRING MY PILLOW AND BLANKET, AND SLEEP UNTIL IT WAS TIME TO LOCK UP. IT WAS COOL. I WOULD BRING MY FUCKING TV/VCR AND JUST CHILL."

"COME ON, I KNOW THE WEIRDEST THING. THE WEIRDEST THING IS THAT CHICK THAT CAME UP AND ASKED ME TO CUT HER WITH A KNIFE. ISN'T THAT THE WEIRDEST THING?"

“SOME PEOPLE SAY YOU CAN GET HEPATITIS IF YOU DO COKE WITH ONES BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN HANDLED SO MUCH. BUT I TESTED OUT THE THEORY FOR ABOUT A YEAR AND I DECIDED IT’S BULLSHIT"

“I SPILT PAINT ALL OVER THE BAR, THEY ALMOST FIRED ME.?"

“CONSERVATIVES ARE ANTI- ABORTION. I DON’T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ABORTION"