(Synyster Gates) :It’s Not My Time: (Zacky Vengeance)

Zacky usually liked tour bus parties at the start of new tours, but he had a bad feeling about tonight’s party. “Woo-hoo! Taste of fucking Chaos!” Jimmy bounced around Atreyu’s tour bus. Alex nudged M. in the side, “Er…he alright, bro?” Matt laughed, “Yeah, he’s fine. Cokehead!” Jimmy ran over to the singer and jumped on his lap, “ You rang, my good sir?” Dan laughed and ruffled the drummer’s hair, “That’s nothing to be proud of Jimbo.” Rev stood up, and looked down upon the lead guitarist of Atreyu, “You say something short stuff?” he smiled. The short…very short man just laughed and flipped him off. Dan was proud of his height, everyone knew that. “Jimmy! Stop being a dick!” Zacky sighed. He turned back to Tatsuro and Tsukasa from the Jrock (Japanese Rock) bands MUCC and D’Espairs Ray. He pointed at the drummer, “Jimmy…baka.” Tatsu laughed, “Jimmy-san baka desu?” Zack nodded, “Hai.” “Your Japanese is very good, Zacky-san,” Tsukasa said, surprised. Zacky smiled and sipped his beer, “Arigatou Tsukasa-san. I…er…watch a lot of anime.” he admitted. “Nothin’s wrong with that, mate,” Padge said as he sat down next to his fellow rhythm guitarist. The pierced man nodded, “Hey, have you seen Brian?” he asked, scanning the tour bus for his boyfriend. “Yeah. He’s in the back with Mattie,” the Welsh answered, pointing to the back room. Zacky got up, “I’ll be back. Ja-ne,” he bowed to his new Japanese friends and skipped off to find his lover.

Brian sat in the back of the tour bus, anxious to get away from Matt Tuck. “C’mon, love,” the Welsh man started, “I play guitar and sing.” Brian rolled his eyes, “Dude, no.” Matt moved in closer, “ That how you really feel?” Brian stared at him, “It is.” Matt smirked and started to move towards the door. Brian sighed, thinking he was leaving. He closed his eyes hearing the door shut. “Thank G-” he was cut off by a pair of unfamiliar lips against his own. His eyes shot open to see the singer of Bullet for my Valentine, not only kissing him, but straddling his hips as well. Syn pushed the older man off him, “What the fuck are you doing!?” he demanded. Matt smirked again, “C’mon mate…Don’t be shy now,” he purred and started to claw at Syn’s legs. “Matt! Stop!” The front man leaned on the guitarist’s kneecap, “Brian….I play guitar and I sing. I’m much better than any hack-job rhythm guitarist. I can scream pretty damn well too, boyo.” “Fuck you, Tuck! Zack’s the best thing to happen to me! I’m not gunna fucking leave him for some sleaze like you!” Brian spat angrily. What he said was the truth, he loved his boyfriend…more than anything. More than his own life. Matt licked his lips and clawed at his legs again. “Bri? Matt? It’s me…I’m coming in, okay?” a happy voice lisped out from behind the door. The two had no time to move, no time to say anything. There in the doorway, stood in Brian’s boyfriend, Zacky, eyes wide open. “B-Bri?”

Matt just smiled and waved as we walked out the door, back into the party. “Brian?” Zacky said, still shocked. “Zack…it’s not what it seemed!” Brian started, “That fucking prick came on to me!” He got up and took his lover’s hand and moved him to the couch and shut the door. He stroked Zacky’s pale face, “I’m gunna go get us some beer, okay hon?” “M-Make it a Jack Daniels…” he whispered. Syn smiled slightly and left. Zacky watched the love of his love of life leave, and he promptly broke down. Dan peeked his head in and saw his friend crying. “Zack? What’s wrong dude?” He sat down next to the guitarist. He patted his back, “Zack…breathe…breathe. What’s wrong?” Zack looked at the shorter man, “I-I…Tuck…and Brian…M-Matt was on his…k-knees, pawing at my boyfriend like s-some hungry, wild and horny dog!” Dan was shocked, “What?” Zacky nodded, “A-and when I came in…Matt just left with a fucking smirk. Like it was nothing! And Bri told me, that Matt came onto him…,” he started sobbing again. “Shhh, hon, it’s okay. Brian told you it was nothing, right?” Dan said quietly. Zacky nodded slowly. “Has he ever lied to you before?” “N-no…,” he said, barely audible. Dan smiled, sympathetically, “Then…it’s probably true.” “Y’think?” The shorter man nodded, “I know so. Same exact thing happened with me and Alex. Though, it was some chick all over my man…” he admitted. Zacky looked bewildered at this statement, “Dan? Y-you…and Alex?” Dan blushed, “Yeah…we don’t exactly advertise the fact. Hollie, you know her, Alex’s ex, she’s crazy. We really don’t tell anyone. Only choice few people know…” Zacky shuddered, “I know what you mean about crazy ex’s…,” he looked at his wrist and arm from where he’d cut himself and where a bone was pushed out from the skin when Gena had pushed him down his own stairs. Dan shifted his eyes, too make sure no one was there, “And anyways…Matt’s a slut. He’ll fuck anything with legs Zack,” he snickered. Zacky chuckled, “You’re right. Matt does seem like a -” “Like a what, mate?” The two guitarists looked towards the door and saw the foreign man standing there, with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He looked at the shortest man, “You,” he said pointing, “Get out. I need ta talk to’im.” Dan stood his ground, “I’m not leaving, Tuck,” he glared. Matt walked up to him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, “You leave now, boy,” and tossed him towards the door. It seemed Dan didn’t have a choice, “Zack, when this prick’s done, come and find me. We’ll get out of here and get a drink. Alright?” Zack smiled a bit, “Aiight. Thanks Danny.” And with that, Matt kicked the door shut.

The Welsh man sat down next to the younger man and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Why ya so down, mate?” he sneered. Zacky moved away, and said nothing. “Does it have ta do with Brian?” He watched the snake-bitten man’s eyes water up. Matt’s lips formed a cruel smile, “Ah. I can see why you went after him,” he moved his hands up to his neck, showing a bite mark. Zack’s eyes opened wide, “What…what’s that?” “Oh man, Zacky, boy. Your man sure knows how ta make me scream.” “Br-Brian…did that?” “Oh yeah. He did this alright,” he chuckled, “It took sometime convincin’ him. He kept wailing about if you found out, you’d go all emo. Waaah! But then he realized, you’re nothin’,” he said, sounding snake-like. “B-Brian said that?” his voice was painfully quiet. Matt nodded, “He said now that he thinks about it…he can see why Gena fucked you up.” Zacky’s heart felt like it was being squeezed. The only ones who knew about the Gena incident were the band and now Matt. “Did Brian really tell him that? Why would he? D-Does…he really want to…g-go with Matt? Does…does he think I’m nothing?” More and more questions ran threw his head. Matt watched the younger man break down mentally. He touched the bite mark on his neck, “Ah, thank God for Padge when he’s drunk. All I had to do was promise a fuck later, and I bat my eyelashes, and he does anything I want him to. He’s a blessing.” He smirked and looked at the door. He heard when Zacky told Dan about him knowing about “crazy exs’ ”. He had heard rumors about Gena Paulhus messing Zack up. And he’s seen Zacky’s scars, and how he carefully looks at them whenever anyone’s exs’ are mentioned. He chuckled to himself before turning back to a still speechless Zacky Vengeance. He pulled the younger man against his chest and dipped his head down to his pierced ear, “That ain't the half of it, mate.” Zacky bit his lip hard, drawing out blood. “There can’t be more…,” he thought. “Then he thought about how…plain and borin’ you are. He’s not a fag like you. He can get men, women, and both at the same time if he wanted. He hates how disgustin’ you are. How childish. Heh! To put it simple…He loathes bein’ with you now. All you ever cause if drama for the band and him. He hates you, love, “ he finished, quite pleased with himself. Zacky was grief stricken. He jumped up and threw open the door, earning confused looks from his drunken friends. “Zack?” Dan whispered. The pierced man put a gloved hand to his mouth, he ran and violently pushed past his concerned boyfriend, and bolted off the bus, into the rain. “Zack!” Brian and Dan screamed in unison. Dan headed after the bigger man, as Syn ran to the back room, to find Matt sitting there with his hands behind his head and a devious smile perched on his lips. The lead guitarist wasted no time jumping on the older man, grabbing a fist full of hair, slamming his head against the wall of the bus. “What the fuck did you do, Tuck?!” The Welsh just laughed, “Oh! You two are just way to much fun, boyo!”

Zack ran about twenty feet from the bus, before he vomited. He collapsed to his knees. He started to scream, but they only came out as chokes. “Brian! Oh G-God! P-Please!’ He grabbed his head and started to rock back and forth. “Zack! Zachary!” Dan’s voice was getting closer. “Za- Oh God! Are you al-” “Stay away Dan!’ Zacky stumbled as he got up and ran towards the edge of the parking garage. He hated heights, but was unusually grateful for once, to be at the top structure…they were 57.9 feet above the ground. “Zack! What’re you doing!?” Dan rushed towards him. “Stop!” Zacky stood directly on the ledge, “D-Danny…I will. I’ll fucking j-jump!” he shuddered at the thought of his body hitting the cold, hard pavement. Dan stopped a few feet in front of him, “Zack…what…what did that prick say?” He moved his hand to his back pocket and took out his phone, dialing Brian’s number and hid it behind his back. The pudgier man hugged himself, crying more, “Y-You were wrong. I was wrong Danny.” “About what, hon?” Dan was utterly confused. “About Brian! He fucking gave Matt a hickey! It was fucking fresh too! He told him about what Gena did to me! He told him…I…He told him…” his voice trailed off. “Sweetie…what…what did he say?”” he turned the volume on his phone up. The tinier man’s other hand yanked out his pack of Marlboro Reds. He took one out, lit it and tossed the pack of cancer to Zacky. The rhythm guitarist excepted the kind gesture and took one then tossed the pack back. His hands shook as he lit the tobacco. “ He…t-told Matt…I…that I’m…n-nothing…” “What?!” Dan was enraged

Syn stared at his phone in disbelief, “What?!” His glare returned to the Welsh, “You motherfucking piece of shit! I didn’t fucking give you a damned hickey! And I sure as hell didn’t say that shit about my boyfriend!” His grip tightened around the opening of Matt’s shirt. “I know Brian,” he smiled. “You go fucking tell Zack the truth!” The guitarist clenched his teeth. A coy smile yet again formed on the front man, he moved his hand to stroke Syn’s face, “ And if I don’t, love?” “I’ll kick your ass!” Matt rolled his eyes, “Resortin’ ta unnecessary violence? I think you should save that for when the M.E. won’t let you see the body of your boyfriend after he k- Oof! “ Brian threw the older man against the wall. Matt struggled to get up, he wiped some blood from his lip, “You do realize I have ta make a fuckin’ appearance tomorrow night! You can’t do shit!” It was Brian who now smiled, he stalked closer, “Yeah? Who’s gunna stop me? Mate,” he mocked and jumped on the front man. His tattooed knuckles met Matt’s jaw, hard. Brian’s usually calm, sincere, deep, chestnut brown eyes were now lit with hatred towards the piece of shit low life underneath him. He wanted to kill the man. Blood was now splattered on his shirt. His knuckles and fists were raw, cut and mangled from pummeling into Matt’s teeth every now and then. Screams of rage flew from his mouth, screams which eventually drew the other bands on board attention. “Brian!” His own Matt hollered. He and Brandon ripped the guitarist off the Welsh. “Mattie!” The members of Bullet for My Valentine flocked over to their fallen lead man. “Brian!” What the fuck, man?!” Jay shrieked. “Get off me!” He somehow managed to get out of the much bigger men’s hold. He took out a cigarette and lit it, staining the filter with blood. He pointed to the Welsh and then looked at M., “Matt, see him?! He’s trying to get our fucking rhythm guitarist, your best friend, my boyfriend, to fucking kill himself! You!” He then turned back to the bloodied front man, “ You tell them, or I’ll have Dan tell them, you cunt!” He spit in the singer’s face and ran off the bus to find his boyfriend.

Dan eyed his phone, “What the…” He had heard fighting…though it was hard to tell over Zacky’s cries. “D-Danny?” he sniffled. Dan snapped back to the more important situation at hand, “Yeah?” Zacky sighed, “C-Can you just tell Bri I love him and I’m so sorry for making him…m-miserable?” “Zack? No! Zack! Come on, hon! Don’t do this!” He started to move towards the bigger man. Zack smiled sweetly, “ T-Thanks for listening to me Danny…” he slowly walked backwards. He felt his heels go slightly over the ledge. “Za-” “Babe! What’re you doing?!” “Brian…” the two said in unison. Dan ran up to him, “Dude! I heard fi-OHMIGOD! Is that blood?!” “B-Blood? Brian?” Those two words together scared Zacky more than them being separated at the moment. “Shhh!” The lead guitarist hushed the smaller man, “It ain’t mine…” he said nonchalantly, taking a drag of his second cigarette. “Then w-” “Tuck’s,” he stated with a sound of joy at the answer he’d given. “Oh…shit dude!” Dan wailed. Zacky let out a confused whimper. Brian’s eyes softened at the sight of his shaking lover in the distance. He placed a hand on Dan’s shoulder, “Go back in. Tell them everything…” Dan nodded. He looked at Zack and smiled before running back to the fun evening turned into a drama fest.

“Babe…is it alright if I come over there, with you?” Brian asked, moving slowly. “Mmhmm…” Zacky mumbled. Brian made his way over to his lover. He studied him for a moment. Zacky’s face was paler than usual, he was soaked from the rain, he was shaking, whimpering and his eyes were bloodshot from them tears streaming out of them. It broke Brian’s heart. “Baby…you’re a mess,” he muttered. Zack just shrugged, “I-I’m fine…,” he looked at his older lover, “Bri…do…you really want to go with M-Matt? Does he make you happy?’” Brian’s arms shot out and pulled the other man into a tight embrace, “No Zack! No! You make me happy…I want to stay with you forever. You’re my everything.” Zacky looked back up at Brian. He saw the blood spatter on his lover’s cheeks, “Brian! There’s…there’s blood! Are you hurt?!” He pulled himself out of the man’s arms and examined his shirt. There was blood all over it. “No babe…I’m not hu-” “Then who’s blood is that?!” The younger man demanded. “It’s…Matt’s…” “You hurt Matt?!” “Of course I did babe! After what he said to you? You don’t just expect me to sit there, do you?” his arms flailed. Zacky grabbed the man’s calloused and bloodied hand. He felt the open skin and warm blood, “Baby! Your hands!” Brian just chuckled, “It’s nothing. Forget about me. What were you doing over there hon?” Zacky lowered his head, “…M-Matt…he said…” he couldn’t even finish what he was saying. He fell to his knees and started to cry again. Brian lowered himself down, stroking Zack’s damp hair, “Shhh…,” he comforted, “I know what he said…And it’s all bullshit. You really think you dying would make me happy?” Zack shook his head, “N-No…” “Exactly…it’s not your time sweetie. Don’t throw your life away…Your life is important…” Zack looked into the brown eyes he knew and trusted with his life. He pulled Brian into a kiss. “That’s right…It’s not my time…Why would I throw my life away? When…he’s my life…” He thought as he melted in Brian’s arms.

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