Inspired by the album 'Meteora' and especially 'Figure.09'

It hurt. A lot. It also felt good. So good it was painful.

I hated it. Yet I don't love anything more.

Moans of pleasure, or maybe pain, escaped my mouth. I couldn't tell. How did that awful pain walk with the body-rocking pleasure? It was a mystery to me.

They were so mixed together, it was hard for me tell which one was bigger.

I wanted him to go harder and faster.

I wanted him to get out from inside of me. Literally.

"Ahaaaaa" my thoughts were harshly interrupted when he hit the spot.

"Oh. My. God…" I trailed off.

He stopped.

My eyes flow wide open. Those hazel eyes bored deep into my deep brown ones, "W-what ar-re y-you doing?" I stuttered, overwhelmed with the pleasure.

"What?" he said innocently. Too innocently. The smirk playing across his angelic feature.

"C-Chester…" I panted.

"Is there anything you want, Mikey?" he panted. I could tell he was close to the edge. He won't last long in that position. I was close, too.

That was his game. Who could last longer? Who would give up first?

He moved an inch inside of me, hitting my spot again, causing me to moan louder.

He loved hearing me moan. The noisy lover, he once called me once. I hated being one.

"You like that, babe?" he hit my spot again, and pulled almost his entire dick off. "Huh?"

I felt empty for a second. I was only complete with him inside of me.

"Chester… please…" my heart was beating so fast; I didn't think it was healthy.

"What you want, MY Mikey?"

Even with closed eyes, I could see his smirk. He loved torturing me.

"I… Chester…"

I want you to stop playing your games and the get the fuck out of me…

I want you closer, harder, and faster. Just please move…

"Say what you want, Mikey. Say it so I can hear it. I WANT to hear you saying it."

"Chester…" I hated that. But he did it every time we got it on. Why did he love that twisted mind game? Another mystery.

"Please…" I begged, "Move inside of me… please"

"Like this?"

I was so close. The pre-cum was all over. I want release.

Give me my fucking release!

He stopped just when I was sure I'd explode. I hated him. But he gave me pleasure like I'm sure no other man can do. I loved him.

"You greedy little ass," he laughed, "You want more, don't you?"

YES! NO! ... I dunno.

Better to go with the first, "Yes…"

"Louder" he ordered.

"YES! YES! I WANT MORE!!" I screamed.

He laughed, "you little slut. But that's not what I want to hear. SAY what I like to hear or I'll stop" he threatened.

"CHESTER!” I shouted.

"What you want, Mikey?" I could hear the anger crawling inside his voice. He don't like it when I shout at him. I'm only allowed to scream his name when I cum.

I sighed. I gave up. I think I just lost. "Keep FUCKING ME!" I scream, clutching my hand to his ass as if to try to push him inside of me further "I want you to keep fucking me!"

"That's not what I want to hear, you bitch. Say it," he ordered; losing his patience, he wanted this just as much as I do. But he stronger.

My heart pounded heavily. I felt like it was beating its way out of my chest. Part of my mind screamed at me not to do this.

You have a little pride left, Mike. Try to keep it.

But I was so close. I wanted this so bad, he won't crack. I will, like always.

I cracked, "Chester, I'm yours! Yours! Yours!"

"What are you, Mike?" he asked, amused, "what else? Let me hear you admit it!"

I moaned loudly when he moved inside me further for a second before pulling back.

That was what made me say it, with hot watery eyes, "I'M YOUR WHORE! I'M YOUR DIRTY SLUT! I'M YOUR BITCH!! ALWAYS HAVE BEEN, ALWAYS WILL BE!!" I panted. "Fuck my tight ass right now! Do whatever you want with me! I'm yours! I'm your little slut! Now, fuck my ass!"

"Gladly" he muttered smugly as he pounded inside of me.

I moaned and groaned just like he liked. Hot tears trailed down my cheeks. There weren't the tears of pleasure.

He moved at a rapid speed inside of me. He patted loudly, but somehow managed to say the words which caused my eyes to burn with tears.

"You're mine, Shinoda. Your hot tight ass is mine… my whore… you're my whore… always have been… always… will… be… I… own… you… I… "

I felt the last piece of my pride leave my body. It didn't feel good.

He attacked my lips, kissing me harshly. He moaned loudly inside my mouth before he pulled away and arched his back, giving a little scream. He was Cuming "FUCK!" HE Shouted and I felt him cum inside of me.

My back arched on its own, and my clutched harder to the bed sheets, as I cum screaming his name.

We both shuddered when we came back from our little trip to heaven.

We spend few minutes in silence. Nothing could be heard but our heavy breathing and my pounding heart. He rested on my shoulders and I could feel his heartbeat on my chest, they were just as fast as mine.

"Oh, God…" he whispered, breaking the comfortable silence, "You're so… tight…so hot… you're amazing."

Tears fell out of my eyes; I had no idea why was I crying.

"That was the perfect mind-blown orgasm I've ever had" he continued.

I had no idea why, but I felt a sudden knot in my throat, and my heart twitched uneasily between my ribs.

Maybe because you've given up so much for it. Maybe because your pride is now broken.

My mind suggested. I swallowed hard.

"I love you, my Mikey" Chester patted, "I love so fucking much. No one on this Earth will love you like I do, Mikey. No one"

"I love you, too" my voice broke.

He pulled his now-soft cock out, and looked at me through narrow eyes for a second. Why my voice has to break? Why did it catch his attention? I don't want to cry in front of him.

"It was amazing, wasn't it?" he muttered softly, mistaken my tears of hurt as tears of pleasure.

Thank God for that. I nodded. What else could I do?

He pulled my lips to his, kissing me softly. Why he never do that during sex? Why always after or before? His lips went up to my cheek, kissing away my tears. I smiled in the darkness.

He ran his hands through his now-damaged spikes, getting wet hair away from his forehead, which was covered with sweat. I ran my eyes over his muscular but still skinny body. It didn't seem fair to me, how can anyone look that perfect?

I watched the raise and fall of his naked chest. I felt his stars, as if they were a physical weight on my shoulders.

I looked up. Sure enough, his eyes ran up and down my body, making me blush. I felt shame. My low self-esteem kicked in, I pulled the sheets up to cover my naked lower part.

He fisted the sheets, pulling them down. My weak hands tried to fight his strong ones to no good.

"Don't cover yourself, Mikey" he muttered, "You're so beautiful. Don't feel shame,"

I obeyed, and dragged myself closer to him, wrapping arms around his exposed body. "You're so beautiful, Mikey. I'm so glad you're mine. Mine."

I.

was.

His.

After a second, he looked at the alarm clock next to his bed, "Shit... you have to leave"

"Can I just stay here for a minute" my arms wrapped around him harder. He tried to pull away from my grip.

"no, Mike. You have to leave right now. Next time you can stay as much as you can."

"That's what you said last time…" I whined.

"Mike." He said in a warning tone, "the time is over, we spend more time than we should"

"Isn't that a good thing? ... Whoa! Three hours!" I said in a shocked voice when he almost shoved the alarm through my nose "New record" I muttered smugly, nodding my head, and smiling at him.

"Mike!" my smile was wiped away, "You have to leave, Okay? My parents will come any second now. I don't want them to see you here."

I twitched, feeling the pain ran down my chest from his words. Of course he didn't want them to see me here. He was the perfect Chester Bennington. The perfect child any parents could ask for. He was a straight A student, he was heavily involved in cultural, sporting and social clubs, and he pretty much did everything they expected of him. the playmaker in the school basketball team. Sport Scholarship guaranteed. The best colleges in the country waiting for him the second he gets out of high school. Mr. popular at school with lots of friends and teachers adore him. He's boyfriend with the richest and the hottest girl in town.

Yes, you heard that right. His boyfriend with the richest and hottest GIRL in town.

Not with a faggot punk like me. Not with a loser like me.

"Of course," I said as I got out of the bed. I got on my hands and knees on the floor looking for my clothes, which he took them off in a record time. I heard the bed shift and he was standing over me, with the bed sheets wrapped around him.

"Mikey…" he started, "You know I didn't mean that" he bent down just when I found my boxer and pulled it on.

He held the waistband in his hands, and started to take them off. I stared at his hands in disbelief before I asked, "What are you doing?"

"You can stay here for a couple minutes,"

"But your parents…"

"worst scenario case, I will hide you in the closet…" he grinned at me, as he lifted easily and throw me on the bed.

He stared at my nsked body for a second, and I had the feeling that he was looking into my soul.

I saw his expression change to Lust. To hunger.

"Now… considering that you're ass is very greedy, I saw that. Why is that, mike?" he asked as he crawled on top of me, "Don't you know that greed is a sin? Huh, Mike?"

I swallowed, "I know that" I informed him, with my heart beating so fast, it was painful.

"That's bad, Mike. You heard that? That's very bad!" he said, his hands exploring my body as if this the first time ever I was naked in his arm, "And what do we do to bad boys, Mikey?"

Blazes of fire ripped from my toes, and from my fingertips.

"You were such a bad boy. Such a greedy little slut. You need to be punished" he said in overly-seductive voice.

It should goes without saying that I had an erection. I panted.

His hands cupped my ass, and he squeezed them, making me moan. "Dirty sluts should be punished. Don't you think you should be punished?"

That was it, "God, yes! I need to be punished! I should be punished!!"

"why is that?" he whispered close to my ears. He sucked at one earlobe, before he pull back and bow at it. I shuddered.

"Oh, God. Chester. I've been such a bad boy, you have no idea!! I'm a greedy little slut who always wants more!"

"greedy little slut?" amusement in his voice as clear as day. His mind games again. I've already given up two times before, what the hurt of a third?

"YES! I've been sluty, very, very sluty! I'm a slut, Chester! I'm your whore! You can punish me as much as you can, Chester!"

"Beg for it" he squeezed my ass again. I waned him to squeezes other parts.

"I'm begging, Chester!! Please do whatever you want with me! Please, do what you want. your personal whore won't complain. I'm only yours… only yours… your bitch who's…" I panted; the hard-on was impossibly growing under him.

"Continue… what does my personal whore do when I am not with him? What does my bitch do?"

Growing harder. I may push him off me, and jack off right there and then. "Chester… your whore just … wait for you to call him… he would do anything you want… just give me the release now, Chester… I'm too hard for that, Chester…"

"What would you do for me, my greedy dirty little slut? Huh?"

"Chester…" I moaned. Did he not hear me when I told him that I'm too hard for that?

"Tell me what would you do to give you the release? You DO want the release, don't you?"

I'm going to regret this, "I'LL BE YOUR LOVE-SLAVE FOR A DAY! MY PARENTS WILL LEAVE FOR THE WEEKEND! I'LL BE YOUR LOVE-SLAVE" I repeated as if he hadn't heard the first time. I was 80% sure that even the neighbors heard me. He wouldn't like that.

"oh, man." He muttered, "You deserve to be punished for this very dirty and sinful idea"

He brought his mouth to my hard-on. I stared at him in disbelief. As a general rule, Chester rarely sucked me off. Only if I begged him to do it, or if he said or did something hurt me, as a make up for his mistake. Once he sucked me off after he hit so hard with his belt on my back, my skin broke. Once he did it when I got so desperate, I cut my upper wrist, he made me swear never to do again and then as to make me feel better he gave me a blowjob in the school's bathroom. That was the high of my life.

Sucking me off was the ultimate pleasure for me, I loved the feeling of his labort rubbing my cock. As I said, he rarely does that tome.

As a general rule, I'm the one who do all the sucking around here. Almost everyday. That was the reason for my mad oral skills.

He ran his tongue on my shaft causing me to shiver. Suddenly, he got out of the bed.

The air on my wet dick felt horrible. "What… are… you… doing… up… there?"

He bent over, grapping my knees and dragging me closer to him. My ass was on the edge of the bed.

With hands still gripping my knees, he spread them.

I mentally sighed in disappointing.

I thought he was going to take in that weird position but then he did the unthinkable.

He got on his knees.

Just the sight of him on his knees for me almost made me cum. I shivered with desire when he took all of me in his talented mouth. I pushed up, making him deep-throat me. Whoa, that felt BEYOND good. The labort on my dick, and his tongue from the inside as I thrust inside and out gave me a high, which there's no amount of words or fancy expressions could let you know how good it was. I cumed screaming his name as loud as it get. He pulled out, probably swallowing my cum awkwardly. I panted loudly and once my breath returned to normal, he shoved my clothes right in my face and said, "Now, you can go,"

I knew he was a bit angry; he didn't like sucking me off. As I said, I'm the one who does the sucking round here.

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I walked to my house, alone. Thinking of what happened three minutes ago. Just thinking about him and I, having sex almost gave me a hard-on. Impossible. There's no way I still have in me to be this horny. Not after all that work. Man, I'm sick.

But cheater really had sex like no one in the universe is able to. Yes, he's mean sometimes. Yes, he may not be gentle. And he made scream and bleed several…

Shit, where are my manners?

Sorry, I'm being rude. I let you know intimate details of my sex life before I even introduce myself.

Well, let me fix this.

My name is Mike Shinoda. The loser and the joke-source of this town ever since I came out. That was two years ago.

I dunno what to tell you about my life. Let's just say, it's a life I want no one to live, not even my enemies, whom I happen to have a lot of.

Being gay and out in this town means hell. Maybe it's normal and it doesn't matter in huge cites where every one is open-minded and doesn't give a shit who you love and which side of the swing you'd rather to play on.

But here? Where there are five churches despite how small the town is. And where you can't pass a street without getting a nasty comment about how much of a sinner I am, and how, for sure, I would end up in hell for what am I doing.

I basically have no friends; just people pity me enough to talk to me. My relationship with my parents is non-existed. I can see how much of a shame they feel because of me. I can almost hearing them wishing I was different. Normal. But being into guys instead of girls is what normal for me. I've never known another way. I was born like this. Why can't they understand that this me? Why can't they be okay with it? I'm not asking them to gay-people hunt for me… I'm only asking them to understand.

To be honest, my life wasn't filled with sadness and hurt. There were few things which helped me get through days.

Chester and my Music.

Chester was perfect to everyone. From the outside. From the inside, that's a different story.

As I told you before, to his parents he was the perfect kid. No troubles. High marks. Nice and polite to everyone. Yeah, he got a ring in his lip and various tattoos on his body, but that was okay with them, considering his mother used to give people tattoos before she got married.

Of course, no one knew him as much as I do. Not his family, not his best friends, and sure as hell not the slut of a girlfriend he has. (Okay, she's not a slut, that much of a slut, but I like to call her that)

No one knows that he's been fucking a guy, me, for the past two days. No one knows that the second his parents leave the house, I walk from the back door, and I leave minutes before they come back. This makes me feel like a vampire, visiting houses by night. But instead of being ready to suck blood. I suck other stuff, and be ready to get fucked.

No one knows that he fakes being sick, and stay home alone waiting for me to show up (ditching school, of course) and fuck my brains out in every position possible.

He hid handcuffs in his closet and used it in every time possible. I have wrist burns from being cuffed to his bed so many times. I have scares on my ass because he hit last time with his built as punishment 'for being extra naughty' and 'getting late to our secret sex meeting'

Chester was twisted from the inside. He liked playing mind games when it included screaming that I was his whore.

No, today wasn't the first time I told him I was his slut, and that he owns me.

He did own me, in some way. I WAS his whore. Because when he calls, he only calls for sex, and I show up. And when he asks me to do something for him, I do. Like dancing to fireman ball in his room. Like stripping to him with music playing. Like agreeing to let him handcuff me to his bed. Like fucking me on my hands and knees. Like sucking him off. Like, like, like… the list go on and on.

But I loved him. I loved him to the point it hurt and he left me unable to think of anyone else. Loved him to the point I knew no one else in this world can do what Chester did for me. Accepting and loving me and expressing it in every time possible.

I loved Chester. He was the only light I saw in this hell-hole.

I know he will come out someday. And we can stay together and everyone would know about us, and it would be okay because we have each other. Maybe not here in this town, but defiantly when we move to the big city where it's okay to be homosexual.

Thalinda is his girlfriend. I know he doesn't love her. I know he's just pretending for the sake of his father who works for Talinda's dad.

He says that he doesn't feel a thing when kisses her. He says it's just a lie, a camouflage, and I'm the one who he truly wants, the one who he truly loves. I know when he's with her, he's thinking of me. And when he touches her, he remembers me. And when he tastes her, he tastes me. And when he's inside of her, he pretends to be inside of me. When he cum with her, he bits his lip so he won't scream my name instead of hers.

I repeat his words again and again. I believe them.

I trust him.

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AUTHOR NOTE;

I don't know what you thought of this, but I'd really like to know. Should I continue this? I have pretty sick ideas about the love-slave thing. VERY sick ideas. Should I write them, or should I keep them to myself? ;) ;)

AND this is my first story and attempt at slash. Was it a good Slash or not? ^_~ ^_~

~Crazy and proud of my craziness~