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“Tell me Chester-”

The younger male that was sporting a Mohawk whispered through gritted teeth as he felt himself take a step forwards to the man that he use to know. The man that clearly stated in an interview once that he wouldn’t change for the world. But he did, not for the better but for the worse.

The pale man was wrapped up in nothing but bondage pants, which were too tight for as it was stating the obvious that the older male was horny from the evident bulge that was in his pants. He was a walking hazard with the amount of Chains and spikes that were dripping of his slim body as the expanse of his tight wife beater was enough to cut off any circulation through-out the body. Mike’s eyes lulled into Chester’s daunting, dark eyes that were heavily framed with smudged eyeliner.

Mike snorted in disgust. He use to know this man, now all Chester seemed to him at this point in time was a complete stranger.

“Tell you what Michael?”

Was all Chester could muster as he took another step back until his backside was reared into the table. Confiding the pain that was now spiraling through his backside from the way that pushed himself into the table it was then Mike took another step, advancing on Chester slowly.

“What has gotten into you?”

The darker man asked his voice quivering as he was now familiar that they were backstage of a Julien-K concert. As much to Mike’s distaste, he over heard Bradford and Robert talking the other week while they were finishing up their tour in L.A that Chester had a thing for Ryan Shuck and by the looks of the sweat apparent along the lead singers skin and his lips bruised every time Chester would come back from meeting up with Ryan Shuck, it was obvious that Ryan also had a thing for Chester. The emcee couldn’t help but- feel jealous at first when he heard the news and remembering clearly pushing the guitarist up against the wall that night demanding answers about this so called ‘crush’ that the older male had on Ryan. Not that Brad was much of a bumbling help as he was mostly stuttering the words more then telling Mike what the emcee wanted to know.

“What do you mean ‘what has gotten into you?’,”

Chester’s snidely replied. His dark eyes casting shadows that made Michael shiver from Chester’s mysterious aura. But keeping his figure standing strong as he then narrowed his eyes down at the singer, a slice of victory was rewarded for Mike as he watched Chester quiver slightly before pushing himself into the table, in a obvious state that the older male wanted to get away from the menacing male that was slowly advancing on him.

“You know what I mean Chester! Look at you…smudged eye make up, tight clothes that by the looks of things, you can hardly breathe in that shirt and your lips are bruised. Since when did you ever fancy guys like ’Ryan’ huh?”

Mike’s remark seemed to have made Chester shiver some more as the clinking of the chains and the pained look on his face was evident that the older male was uncomfortable to be in Mike’s presence. For some unknown reason, this seemed to have made the youngest smile slightly as he now had the upper hand. From all the times that both Chester and Mike would get into, all the fights that Chester would seize the upper hand and crushing the younger male in the process it was apparent that Mike was enjoying this a little to much as he could feel himself getting excited from the fact that he was winning and that the older male was sadly losing.

“Well like it all not Michael, but this is the new me and if you don’t fucking like it, then tough shit…get lost I’m busy”

Chester drawled out as he then pushed at the emcee but- instantly knew that that was a mistake as he found Mike’s slender fingers wrapping at each small wrist. It was then the older male gasped soft in agony to feel his back being slammed into the table that he was being pressed into not long ago. A groan past his bruising, red lips to feel the younger claw at his exposing skin, his hot breath pummeled along his taut skin as he found himself strangely turned on by the other male though he resisted himself to let these feelings take over his aroused body.

“Let go off me you fucking asshole!”

Chester screeched as his legs flailed from his body. His blunt nails scraped at Michael’s neck mustering with all his mite to strangle his component, to slice Mike’s skin…to make him hurt from the way that Michael was now hurting him. Though watching Mike draw back slightly to deliver a hard punch to the surface of his lips it was then his bottom lip gave way and split open. Chester moaned in pain to feel Mike’s knees bore into his thighs as he then weakly gave way from the kicking. His fingers slipped from Mike’s neck as he licked at the small rivets of blood that was now soaking his bruising lip. All up, he felt hopeless that he lost the battle. All he could do at a time like this was watch in fear as Michael clawed his way up to Chester’s thin body, leaning forwards until their lips were only just a breath away.

“Don’t you like it rough, Chessy boy?”

Mike wisped out, small pummels of breath brisked out shortly smoothing along Chester’s busted lips as all Chester could do was whimper. He wanted to struggle free from this beast, to run away and find Ryan. Though what was Ryan suppose to do? Laugh in his face whilst calling him crazy after all Ryan was nothing more then Chester’s fuck buddy. With no strings attached, Ryan wouldn’t careless either way.

“Fuck off Shinoda”

Chester spat as flecks of blood splayed across Mike’s pouty lips. The darker male smiled before grounding his hips into Chester’s. A strangled cry slipped from the crack of Chester’s lips as he found his will power halting to a stop as his dark eyes sifted from the way that Michael’s eyes were piercing into his eyes as if he was in search for Chester’s mysterious soul to his soft, pouty lips that continued to taunting a smirk along them.

“No I would rather fuck you instead…”

The emcee replied. The words hit Chester hard in the face as he mustered all he could to hide the fact that he was in utter shock. He didn’t think that the very straight emcee from the same band would ever conjure such words, not to mention by the looks of Michael’s rugged look and vibe he didn’t think Mike would be the type that would be into guys. From time to time, the young emcee would joke around but- nothing as serious as what Michael had said just moments ago.

“What’s the matter Chester? Do I make you feel uncomfortable?”

Mike replied, hints of sarcasm bounced from his full lips as he turned his lips into a crooked smile. His fingers tightening around Chester’s thin wrists. The older male gasped, as embarrassing as this was, Chester was slowly getting off at this. The way that Michael was handling this situation very hostile in the sense that Chester was getting off on this was unbelievable. Though, thankfully the younger male was to agitated to notice that Chester’s arousal was now pressing into the side of his leg, nor did he questioned the seductive, glazed look that Chester Bennington was now giving him. Instead, he grasped at Chester’s wrists tighter, his blunt nails digging into Chester’s flesh in the process as his raggered breaths laboured.

“I’m glad I make you feel uncomfortable. I’m sick of you, you little fuck! The way you dress! The way you smell, intoxicates me-”

Michael paused. His eye’s squinting into a glare as all Chester could do was helplessly feigning Mike off. He attempted to pull out of the deathly grip that Michael was impaling on him; though it was useless from the minute he let out a small painful gasp to feel Michael’s knee’s boring into his thighs. It was all too much for the older male.

“-And sometimes, I’m fucking jealous of you! Of Ryan! I mean what the fuck do you see in him then me-”

“He’s more man then you will ever be!”

Chester spat, regretting those few words as Chester let out a pained groan from the minute Michael’s fist connected with his jaw, spiraling the older male in and out of consciousness. That fist, again. Connecting with his jaw the second time, Chester had never been so turned on in his life to the sounds of grunting that was now plummeting out of the emcee’s mouth. Blood, that’s all he could taste, as his jaw was feeling numb from the impact of Mike’s jaw as he slammed his fist into it for the final time.

Before Chester could speak a word. Cry for help. Scream obscenities to the younger male that was abusing his jaw. He let out a cry of shock which was slowly morphing into a whimper of moan to feel Michael press his full lips against Chester’s bettered lips. These sudden movements seem to have shocked Michael Shinoda as well as he set of a small moan but were drowned quickly from the harsh kiss that both men were ripping at each other. It didn’t take long, for tongues to be introduced as Chester lashed at Michael’s tongue, both fighting for dominance.

Fingers still wrapped around Chester’s small wrist tightly, Michael grounded his hips into Chester’s, meshing their painfully, constricted erections together as this movement was followed by a heavy moan from each of the males. Tongues heated danced against one another’s, saliva mixed with Chester’s blood seemed to have triggered another un-doubtful moan from each male. Deft fingers grasped at one another, Chester wrapped his arms around Michael’s waist whilst Michael slowly pulled his fingers away from the other male’s wrists as they were now fingering at Chester wounded jaw. All that could be heard at a magnificent time like this was the rubbing of thick jeans rubbing together, muffled moans and heavy breathing. Tongues swiping agitatedly together as the sounds of material shredding.

“Fuck you Michael!”

Chester grumbled, their lips slowly departing as the older male was shocked to see that his wife beater was ripped into two and Michael grabbed the loose material before discarding it off of Chester’s body and dropping it to the ground.

“Has anyone ever told you how fucking beautiful you look?”

The darker male replied, his voice raspy from the eradiating arousal leaking from his pores. Chester was infuriated of the way that Michael was ignoring him but all that was forgotten as he let out a soft whimper to feel Michael trace his tongue along the nape of his thin neck. Calloused fingers worked their way along Chester’s chest, dancing lightly against the pale skin as Michael continued to create a suction along Chester’s neck.

“Fuck…”

Chester hissed as his trembling fingers worked their way from Mike’s shoulders to his dark lock of matted hair. Threading his fingers through, he let out a low hiss to feel Michael’s tongue dance, heatedly against his fervish skin.

“Fucking hell…”

Chester found himself whispering again, as his fingers tugged at Michael’s hair before pulling the younger male up slightly so that their eyes locked. On the contrary, dark molten eyes meet warm, chocolate eyes as they were both slowly losing the battle, both men had already forgotten what they were fighting in the first place as Michael placed a tender kiss along Chester’s battered lips. He cringed at the sudden thought that it was all his fault that he put Chester in so much pain but- all that was forgotten when the words;

“Take me now dammit! I fucking need you!”

The words belonged to Chester as Michael was losing control, his will power slipping from his shuddering body as he ached to touch Chester, yearn him in his fingers to taste him. He needed this older man. His eyes flashed dangerously as his teeth tore at Chester’s battered lips once again. Finger nails grazed at Chester’s bare chest as the older male squealed in pained delight. His fingers still laced in Michael’s long, mattered hair as he tugged at Michael. Erections chafed against one another, creating an un-bearable friction for both men.

Mike slowly pulled away from the kiss as he re-traced kisses along Chester’s neck, his senses re-united with the faint smell of cologne and stale beer. That was before the sounds of Chester’s belt clinking and Chester’s pant zipper being drawn downwards. Chester cried out in shock to feel Michael’s hand scoop into the opening of his boxer briefs before tugging at his stiff erection.

“Oh my god! Fucking hell…”

Chester cried out, his arms dropping from Michael’s matted hair to his sides as he was in desperate to grasp at anything that his shaky fingers can claw onto, which just so happens to be each side of the table that they were both lying apon. Michael continued to ravish at Chester’s neck, his tongue sliding against the sweaty skin as he would occasionally gnaw at the skin, creating more then enough love bites that Chester would have to explain to the other guys in the band not to mention Ryan Shuck. That name sickened Michael, as he grasped at Chester’s engorged erection tightly before tugging it up and down gruffly in his hand. His thumb working its way over the head of Chester’s hard cock, as he moaned in delight to feel Chester ejaculate over his hand slightly.

“You’re wearing way too many clothes you know that!”

Michael exclaimed, his voice hinting lust as his hand clambered out of Chester’s boxer briefs and his tight pants. Chester groaned in frustration from his sudden loss as he then sat up slightly, pushing Michael up with him.

“Funny how I should be saying the same thing, Shinoda”

It was then, his fingers gruffly tore at Michael’s shirt as he ripped it off the younger males frame before throwing it in the progressing pile of torn clothing. Chester licked at his rather dry lips as his eyes casted from Michael’s smooth tanned expanse of skin to his tamed snail trail which disappeared un-beknowance in his denim jeans. In all his life that he has known Shinoda, this would have been the first few times that he would have seen the young male half naked. Of course there were those other times in photo shoots, shooting the new Linkin Park video or whether it was just getting changed in general, those moments not once phased Chester at all as he always had a soft spot of Ryan Shuck. Though Ryan was a burden at this point in time. All Chester could think of at a time like this was how soft Michael felt within his grasp as his fingers danced heatedly along his warm, tanned shoulders as lips re-united in a short, chafed kiss.

“Fuck! I need to taste you, Bennington”

“Well what are you waiting for then baby. Fucking taste me!”

Chester grumbled, as Michael pushed him back onto to the table. His back re-uniting with the hard wood as Chester relished the cool feeling. His skin was already sweaty from the amount of residue that both he and Michael produced; his skin was feeling hot from under Michael’s fingers as the young male began pulling at the combinings of Chester’s bondage pants. With grave difficulty, Michael managed to pull the last of his pants off Chester’s slim body which followed by his boxers as the pale man was now naked before Mike’s eyes. With a lick to his lips, as he flickered his eyes from Chester’s flustered face to the pale man’s engorged erection he then wrapped his trembling hand around the base as he then tugged on it slowly.

“Fuck!”

Chester whispered through gritted teeth as his fingers continued to grasp at Mike’s sweaty skin. Creating nasty looking scratches along Mike’s taut skin as he continued to graze his blunt nails at the younger male’s skin. Moans were elicited; Mike began to pick up the pace as he began to jerk Chester off into a frenzy of sexual need. With his free hand, he then skillfully began un-buckling his jeans as he then withdrew the zipper ardently. Mike cried out in pure ecstasy as his eyes keeled from Chester’s contorted face which was painted in a residue of sweat to his slim body in which was writhing along with Michael’s hand to his engorged erection that had his very own hand wrapped around it. With precum oozing from the slit of the head, Mike found it hard to control his sexual urges as he ripped his hand away from Chester’s erection.

The movements startled the older male, as he was about to growl in protest. All coherent words and collected thoughts were pushed aside as Chester let out a heady moan, following closely by tumbling pants as Michael’s tongue probed at the head of his engorged cock. The younger male manage to slip off the table as each of his palms were splayed across Chester’s milk thighs, spreading them in the process Mike then plowed his hungry mouth down on Chester’s erection, swallowing it all in one go.

“Holy shit!”

Chester screamed out, throwing his head up as his eyes saunted shut. Michael smiled acknowledgly up at Chester as he pulled his mouth slowly up, teasing if he must before plunging his hungry mouth down once again, capturing his prized procession all in once. Chester let out a muffled moan as he thrusted his hips up, meeting in sync with Michael’s awaiting mouth as the younger continued to plunge his warm mouth over Chester’s erection. Tongue swirling, teeth grazing lightly causing Chester to involuntarily shiver against the younger male as he grasped at Michael’s tousled hair, pushing him down on his erection in the process. It was then Mike, pressed his fingers into Chester’s fleshy thighs admiring the taste of the older male as his dark eyes rolled to the back of his eye sockets. His moans of appreciation, muffled by Chester’s large erection that he was swallowing seemed to have driven Chester wild as he let out a growl following the words;

“Fuck Shinoda! I’m fucking cu-”

Before Chester could mumble the words out with great difficulty. He soon came un-expectedly as his body convulsed, shuddering against the younger he then set off his load as Michael let out a drowned moan of surprise. Swallowing Chester’s essences he found himself addicted to the taste as he craved for more. His lips created a suction around the base of Chester’s erection as he then drank what was last of the older male’s essence. Still moaning, Chester then pulled Michael up onto the table carelessly as he then hungrily tore at Michael’s lips. The kiss ended shortly but it was satisfying enough as Chester smirked up at Michael.

“Shinoda, since when did you ever have a thing for men”

Mike smirked down at Chester, his eyes dancing with lust.

“Since I saw you”

The words melted Chester’s heart as he looked up at Mike in awe but feelings were lost as he moaned into the kiss that was now pressing along his lips. Tongues made love in one another’s mouths, studying every crook and every crevice of one another’s mouth. The taste of mixed saliva and Chester’s essence craved the older male into greedily wanting Michael closer as he then pulled away from the kiss.

“Fuck me now!”

Chester rasped out, his voice sounding raspy. Didn’t needed to be told twice as Michael then slid off the table he then pulled the rest of his combining’s off until he was starch naked for Chester’s hungry eyes. Ignoring the hungry stares that the pale man was giving him he then pulled out a tube of lubricant from within his pocket.

“Came prepared, did we?”

Chester sniggered pulling the tube from Mikes grasp. Mike smirked down at Chester before nipping at the older male’s lips.

“Yes -kiss- as a matter -kiss- of fact I -kiss- did”

“Well count yourself lucky then Shinoda”

Chester laughed lightly as he began unscrewing the top before pouring the clear, jelly-like liquid to his hands. Discarding the tube from behind him he then grasped at Mike’s erection, expertly. Mike let out a string of hisses and hefty pants as Chester began tugging at the Mike’s erection, enjoying the display for him. Realizing that Mike was going to shoot his load before they would get to fuck, Chester pulled away abruptedly as he then pulled Michael down on top of him. With the little help of Mike grabbing each of Chester’s thighs, spreading them enough so now that his erection was aligned with Chester’s ass. He then stealthily began to slide in, slowly.

“Mmmm”

Chester moaned, tears leaking from each of his eyes that were squinted shut from the moment Mike was slowly plowing himself in. The younger male, unsure of what to do, leaning in slowly to place open mouth kisses along Chester wounded jaw as he began whispering sweet nothings against the older male, he then plunged in all at once. Chester let out a shriek of pain but was only muffled by Michael encasing his lips against his, re-assuring Chester that he wasn’t going to hurt him. Time slowly ticked away, as this was all to un-bearable for Chester to handle. He needed Mike to move.

“Fuck, please move”

Chester cried out, words muffled by the pressure of Michael’s lips against his own as the young male pulled his head away. Smirking, he then pulled away from Chester’s body, driving his erection away from Chester tight as before plunging into home again. They both gasped, as Chester wrapped his arms around Michael’s waist as the younger male continued his actions, slowly. Changing angles and a sway to the hips, Mike manage to find that one spot that he was looking for as he smiled inwardly. He was rewarded to the sounds of Chester setting off a wonderful, drowned moan urging Michael to go faster and harder. Obliging the offers he then began picking up the pace, as he began thrusting in and out of Chester with a faster pace. Hips meshing together, smacking deliciously together every time Chester roll his hips upwards, in sync with Michael pushing his erection into him, moaning at the intrusion as Chester fingered Mike’s hair, tugging at the dark locks.

“Fucking…hell…yo-your so tight!”

Mike growled, his hands scraping at any skin he could grasp at. His eyes blinded by lust as he continued to pound into Chester.

“Fuck Mike!”

Chester screamed. Un-aware that they were in a dressing room and without a doubt someone backstage could have heard them by now but this wasn’t the case, Chester didn’t give a shit nor did Michael as they continued to fuck along the small dressing room table. He wrapped his toned legs around Mike, his heels digging painfully into Mike’s bare back as Michael sparked a pained moan as his heavy breathing was relished over Chester’s small kisses along his lips. Sweat, like a second skin soaked at their pores. Heavy breathing and hearty moans audible loud enough that anyone could hear. The table scraping along the wooden floor boards as the sounds of sweaty skin slapping invitingly together was all to be heard.

“Mike!”

Chester groaned. Michael smiled knowingly, as he thrusted into Chester one more time before exploding into Chester, his stomach churning as he was now riding out his orgasm. The older male stimulusly called out Mike’s name, his toes curling as his body shuddered at the sudden warm intrusion of Michael’s essence filling him whole as he gasped. Chester moaned out, as he shuddered on to have his orgasm rip from within him as it exploded between his and Michael’s stomach, each stomach now coated with Chester’s cum. Mike rode the last of his orgasm as he collapsed into a sweat mass of limbs and sticky skin.

“Fuck that was-” Chester paused, watching closely as Michael pulled his face from the crook of Chester’s neck until his warm chocolate eyes were staring back at him. “That was fucking amazing!”

Mike smiled up at Chester. His lips retrieving Chester’s as they lazily kissed before pulling away.

“We must fight more often”

Chester chuckled at Mike’s lame comment. Watching as the younger male pull himself slowly off Chester before collecting his clothes, throwing Chester’s in the process.

“What were we fighting about again?”

The older male replied, pulling along his boxer briefs as he was now having trouble pulling his pants along his legs.

“I have no idea”

Mike lied. Of course hew what they were fighting about; it was all about Ryan Shuck. The more that Mike thought about him the more he pondered a frown along his lips as he knew that any minute Chester would go out and search for the older male, Ryan would charm him with his laid back personality. A stab to the heart was added when Chester announced that he was going to find Ryan. With a small kiss to the lips and pulling on the last of his clothing, Mike watched as Chester stumbled out of the dressing room. The last that could be heard from Chester was him lightly coughing down the hallway as the clink to his boots disappeared from when he descended down the hallway stairs.

It was obvious, that he was never going to be able to win Chester over. Even if his life depended on it, Chester would always still be star strucked after Ryan Shuck. Sighing, he then pulled his shirt on, running deft fingers through his disheveled, sweaty locks he made his own way to the door, retracing Chester’s steps. Though, he abruptedly stopped when he saw a small poster of Julien-K on the dressing room door. Within that poster, there was Ryan Shuck. Dressed to impress, Ryan had a smug smile tugged along his lips. This seem to have made Mike angry, his blood boil with pure jealousy as he ripped at the poster. Shredding it with his shaken hands he then stowed the poster to the ground before leaving the dressing room in a huff. His eyes narrowing. He may have slept with Chester only once, though it was hard for him to imagine most of the other times that Ryan Shuck has slept with Chester.

It wasn’t before he noticed that he was crying. He knew what he was crying over, it was his entire fault. If he had of told Chester in the first place that he was fallen head over heals for Chester then the older male wouldn’t be fucking around with Ryan Shuck nowadays…

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A/N: Just a short standalone. I am contemplative wheather I should make a part two to this but then again *shrugs* who knows? I would love it if you give me feedback! reviews! Anything, I adore. Thank you for reading <3.