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I, Mike Shinoda, was a jealous man. I admitted it. I loved Chester and was very possessive of him. I hated it when other people tried to claim him, even our fans.

I also was very easily bothered, and I struggled to control my temper. Especially with things involving my lover.

~Break~

I was thrumming with energy and adrenaline as I ran offstage, sweat pooling on my brow. That had been an intense show, one of our recent best. We'd started off with a set of some of our original songs, before fading into newer stuff like The Hunting Party. The fans had been wild, especially when Mike and I had gone out into the crowd to take photos with them. Actually, I could still hear them roaring through the walls. They'd gotten especially riled up when Mike and I had hugged each other tightly after our last song. Mike and I... Recently, we'd been trying to slowly ease our relationship out into the open. Sure, after Mike and I divorced our wives, all the Bennoda fans had gone crazy about how it was a dream come true and how Mike and I were obviously fucking now that we were both single. They weren't wrong.

Mike strode up to me and lazily wrapped an arm around my waist, pressing a soft kiss to my neck. It was okay for us to get close backstage, since the band had been the first people we'd told, besides our wives. No one was surprised. They all shipped us, anyway.

"You're all sweaty! Go away!" I squealed, swatting at him playfully.

Mike rolled his eyes, "you didn't mind when I was all sweaty last night..."

A deep flush creeped up my neck.

"Oi, stop with the dirty talk!" Dave groaned, prying us apart from each other. "We're going out to meet with the fans."

Mike kissed me once more before chastely pulling away. "I'll catch up with you guys in a sec. I gotta take a piss!" And with that, he trotted down the side hallway toward one of the dressing rooms.

I followed after the rest of the guys, absently wiping my forehead on my shirt to get rid of the perspiration lingering there. No one had warned me how hot Australia was in the summer. I thought I'd be fine with an ocean breeze. Might I say, there was no ocean breeze.

Dave lingered at my side for a moment, but eventually I lost him to the throng of people and found myself alone. Countless people swarmed me, asking for hugs and for my autograph. I smiled and signed as many things as I could before finally retreating to a quiet corner where I could take a breather. People exhausted me at times. What I really wanted was to curl up in bed with Mike, but sadly we had other obligations. Obligations being hours worth of mingling with fans.

There was a soft tap on my shoulder.

"Chester Bennington... Holy shit."

I glanced up, smiling wearily. "Hello! Did you like the concert?"

"It was amazing," the man grinned. He looked only slightly younger than me. He had dark brown hair falling into his face and sharp features, and... His eyes looked like the ocean. They were mesmerizing. "I'm Justin." He held his hand out.

I shook it, nodding slightly. "Well you know my name already. Do you want me to sign something?"

Justin glanced down at his feet, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. "Um, not really..."

"Is there something else I can get you, man?" I inquired, wondering if he simply wanted some moral support for his life issues. I understood that. Hell, I wished that there had been someone like that for me when I was younger.

"I just," he cleared his throat and anxiously shifted from foot to foot. "I have the biggest crush on you."

There were a few moments of awkward silence between us.

"It's stupid, right?" Justin muttered, taking a hand through his hair. "Well, you're a great person, Chester. I really admire you."

"Justin," I bit my lip. How did I go about facing this? Tons of fans had confessed their love for me before, but somehow, I just felt like this was different. Maybe it was just because we were all alone in a corner and I felt bad for this man who looked so crushed that I would never feel anything romantic toward him.

I didn't have time to finish my sentence before Justin was pinning me against the wall, his lips pressed firmly against mine. My eyes widened and I struggled to move away from him. No fan had ever been this... forward and demanding with me.

Justin gripped my arms tightly, his groin slowly rubbing against mine. I could feel his arousal and it was one of the most repulsing things I'd ever felt. I was Mike's. I've never wanted another man to do this to me. "I don't even like Linkin Park," he whispered in my ear. "I only came here for you." His tongue slid into the shell of my ear and I shivered.

I strained against his hold on me, but could not escape. I went to the gym regularly and considered myself to be fairly fit, but my strength was nothing compared to this mans. There was no way I'd be able to escape unless he willingly allowed me to do so.

"Chester," he breathed, stroking my cheek. I squeaked, squirming around with renewed vigor. Did no one seriously notice that I was about to get raped by someone?!

"Mike!" I yelled over his shoulder, only to earn a strong hand over my mouth.

"Shush..."

It could've been seconds or minutes or hours that he continued to grind up against me. I was only able to get out a few more squeaks of protest, which really wouldn't draw anyone's attention. Justin ignored my distress completely, proceeding to explore my body and please himself against me.

I finally recognized a familiar voice in the distance.

"Hey! Have you seen Chester? Chester! Chester where are you? Chester! Cheste- what the hell?"

I glanced up, terrified and relieved at the same time. Mike had finally come to save me. Although I was glad for him, I felt... Embarrassed that he had to see me so weak. I prided myself in being a strong man who could conquer anything I put my mind to. Well, apparently I couldn't conquer a molester.

"Get your fucking hands off him, you pervert!" Mike shouted, striding forward. His hands were gripped into tight fists at his side, and I could tell he was about to throw a punch.

"Mmfhmmikhmm!" I whimpered against Justin's hand.

"Who the hell do you think you are to take advantage of a man like that?! Do you get some sick kind of satisfaction out of it?" Mike growled, grabbing Justin's shoulder and wrenching him away from me. I collapsed against the wall, knees unable to hold myself up any longer as I fell to the hot concrete.

Mike turned to the crowd that were gawking at us. "And why the hell did none of you notice this? Fucking hell!" He stomped toward Justin, who had a glint of fear in his eyes. "How dare you hurt my best friend."

Despite it all, I couldn't help but smile. It made me extremely happy to know that Mike cared for me and my well being. He truly was a great man. I was glad to have him in my life.

"Chill out," Justin muttered, fixing his clothing.

"No! I will not fucking 'chill out' you sadistic fuck," Mike retorted, grabbing Justin by his shirt collar. "Don't you ever go near Chester ever again."

I winced as a loud crack resounded through the suddenly silent air. Mike had punched Justin so hard that Justin had fallen to the ground, cradling his jaw in his hands. "Get the hell out. Security!"

Two guards came rushing over almost immediately. While they ushered Justin out, Mike ran over to me, shielding me from the growing audience's curious gazes. "He didn't get a chance to hurt you too bad, did he?"

I shook my head, collapsing against his body and hugging him tightly. I honestly could care less if people saw us in such an intimate pose. I just wanted to be close to him.

"Shh, it's alright," he murmured, picking me up gently. Mike carried me back inside the cool building, heading for our private dressing room. "I'll call to have someone drive us to our hotel tonight, okay? You just relax."

Nodding slowly, I gratefully relaxed into the plush couch. Mike whipped out his phone, scrolling through his contacts for a moment. Not caring to hear his conversation, I turned onto my side and hugged myself tightly. I was infinitely thankful that he had gotten there in time. I hated to think of what may have happened if he had delayed.

A few moments later, Mike returned to my side. "I texted the guys and told them what happened. They'll meet up with us in a little bit. James the security guy is going to drive us to the hotel. Do you think you can walk by yourself or do you need me to carry you?"

"I can walk," I sighed, weakly shoving myself away from the inviting depths of the couch.

~Break~

I felt absolutely terrible for allowing such a thing to happen to my dear Chester. He was so delicate... God, I shouldn't have left him alone for one second. It was all my fault that he'd gotten harassed. Chester was mine and even the thought of another man touching him made me want to vomit. Somehow, I'd have to make it up to Ches. There had to be something I could do to ease his troubles...

That's it!

Smirking to myself, I twined my fingers with his as we stepped into the elevator. Luckily, all of our things were already stashed in the hotel room, so we didn't have to worry about lugging around any suitcases.

"What are you smiling about?" Chester inquired, leaning against my side.

I paused, "it's nothing."

"Come on, please tell me?" He sighed.

"Nope!"

"Stubborn asshole."

I smacked his arm playfully. "You love me anyway!"

Chester did his best to glare at me, but ended up letting out a slightly uneasy giggle. It was obvious that he was trying to put on a strong face for me. I wish he would just let me in and express his emotions, but of course that wouldn't happen. It had been hard for me to accept, but Chester was a very reclusive person and didn't easily divulge his secrets.

The elevator dinged softly, signaling that we'd reached our floor.

There was a definite perk to the band knowing about our relationship; there was no more questions about Chester and I rooming together on tours. We were automatically put together. I'm sure the guys didn't mind, since if Ches and I weren't together, we usually ended up somehow convincing them to switch around the rooms until we were.

I slid the plastic keycard into the lock and then opened the handle, stepping aside to allow Chester to enter first.

"What do you wanna do now? We have a couple days to kill before the next show," Chester stated, flipping on the light switch and traveling into the compact living room.

I slid the 'do not disturb' sign onto the outdoor handle before locking the door behind me. "I know exactly what I want to do..."

"Which is?"

I grinned and gleefully skipped over to him, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Take all your clothes off and wait for me on the bed."

Chester raised and eyebrow, pursing his lips to suppress a smile. "Yes, sir!" He stood and trotted off, but not before I gave him a playful smack on the ass.

While he was busy undressing himself, I dimmed the lights and pulled up some romantic music on my phone. Originally, I'd planned on watching movies for the rest of the night, but due to the circumstances, I believed that something more romantic was needed. Besides, we could always lie naked on the couch and watch movies later.

Grabbing the bottle of lube from my backpack with one hand, I began sloppily undoing the buttons on my shirt with the other. I ended up leaving a trail of clothes leading to the bedroom, but not that that really mattered. No one was going to disturb us. Much to my enjoyment, Chester was sprawled out on the bed, absently playing with one of the white pillowcases. He blushed when he saw me, the nearly empty bottle of lube clutched in my hand.

"How about a shower?" I offered, setting the bottle on the nightstand. "We're both pretty sweaty and gross... It was hot as balls out there today."

He made a face and stood, reaching for my hand as we headed into the bathroom. "Thanks again for earlier..."

"Don't mention it. It's my job to protect my beautiful boyfriend," my thumb absently stroked the back of his hand. "I'm just sorry you had to go through that."

"Let's not talk about it anymore, okay?"

"Okay," I chuckled, turning on the water. "Hot or cold?"

"Warm. Cold totally kills an erection," he winked.

We stepped under the stream of water, letting out simultaneous sighs of relief. The water felt good beating against the sore muscles on my back. Putting my all into a concert took more out of me than it used to when I was young. Chester rested his back against my chest, humming quietly as our bodies melded together. Not in a sexual way, but in a loving manner. Chester and I had always been closer than any of our other band members. We truly were soul mates. We didn't need sexual contact just to feel close.

"Relax, you're so tense," I murmured under my breath, squeezing some of the hotel soap onto my hands and lathering it up. It smelled faintly of mint and eucalyptus. I gently rubbed it onto his back, kneading out any kinks in the muscles. He occasionally winced as I eradicated a few particularly stiff knots, only to let out soft moans as he felt himself loosen up.

Once I had thoroughly massaged his colorful skin, I pulled him under the stream of water and began to rinse him off. "I love you, Ches," I whispered against his neck, stroking his side slowly. "I'm so glad you're mine."

"I'm glad I'm yours," Chester groaned, once again reaching for my hand. "I feel better than I have in a while."

"Good. But don't fall asleep on me just yet, okay? We still have lots left to do," I pulled away and winked as I turned off the water, which had begun to go cold.

After drying him off with a fluffy towel, I led Chester back into our bedroom. He collapsed onto the bed, hugging a pillow to his chest. I crawled next to him, pulling him close to my body.

"I love you, Mike."

Kissing his cheek, I slowly ran one of my hands down the small of his back, tracing the smooth muscles. "I love you too, babe."

Chester gasped as my fingers dipped into the crack of his ass, teasingly rubbing against the puckered muscle there. "Fuck!"

"Of course we will, dear. Calm down," I chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek as I massaged a finger against the outside of his heat.

He groaned, his back arching against my chest. "M-miiiike! Stop teasing me!"

Rolling my eyes, I paused to grab the nearby bottle of lube and squeeze some onto my fingers. Once they were slicked up enough, I went back to teasing his ass with soft butterfly touches. It was rather amusing to watch Chester unwind beneath me, his hips jerking against the blankets. He was completely hard already, despite his cock being virtually untouched as of yet.

I listened to Chester squeal and moan for a while, before finally daring to dip a finger inside. His muscles clenched around me, trying to expel the invading digit. Wiggling my finger a little, I slid it in and out a few times. "Relax," I whispered, nuzzling his neck and licking the sensitive flesh behind his ear. "You're fine."

Chester wasn't able to respond, as I managed to slip another finger in. A long sigh escaped his lips. "Mmm..."

When I finally felt him relax around me, I began twisting my hand, feeling around for his sweet spot. It wasn't hard to find. Hooking my fingers, I pressed against it, smirking. Chester stiffened, his knuckles turning white as he clutched the sheets. "Miiike!"

I turned him slightly so I could see his euphoric expression. His eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes squeezed shut. A rosy blush was beginning to rise up Chester's throat and cheeks. He truly was a beauty to behold. Leaning down, I allowed our lips to touch. Chester grinned as he felt me and craned his neck, deepening the kiss. His tongue swiped against my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I complied happily, cradling his neck in my free hand while the other continued to work on loosening him up.

When we finally pulled away, our breathing labored, Chester wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. "God... Fuck, just fuck me!"

Raising an eyebrow, I pulled up his legs to examine his ass. Despite only having taken two fingers, he was practically ready for me. He was so damn tempting... I just couldn't help myself! I removed my fingers and replaced them with my lips. Pressing a tentative kiss to his entrance, I glanced up at Chester's face. He was whimpering quietly, one of his hands wrapped around his cock and stroking slowly. Swatting his hand away, I replaced it with my own.

"Please- s-stop teasing me!" Chester screamed, muscles quivering.

I ignored his pleading. My tongue dipped into his stretched heat. He tasted of lube and something else that was purely Chester. I instantly wanted more.

Spreading his legs, the flat of my tongue dragged up one of his fleshy mounds. Pausing, I dug my teeth in, leaving a pink mark. Chester screamed, hips bucking into my hand. I held him down and grinned, sitting up.

Chester squirmed beneath me, "Please! I can't take it anymore! Fuck me, please! Oh god!"

Smirking, I ran a finger down the inside of his thigh, teasing the alabaster flesh. He shivered. Thick precum was dripping down the tip of his cock and falling onto his groin. It was obvious that he wouldn't be able to last much longer. I wrapped my hand around his manhood and gave it a light squeeze. Precum oozed onto my fingers, coating them. Chester groaned, his hips madly thrusting against me.

With a sudden shiver, Chester let out a long sigh and came into my hand. I continued to stroke him slowly, watching as his muscles relaxed and he sank into the bed. His sticky cum coated my fingers, and I paused to lick it off. He caught sight of what I was doing and blushed, muttering something under his breath.

"What was that?" I asked, my tongue dipping into the crevice between my fingers to clear a drop of his essence.

"Let me taste!"

Cocking an eyebrow, I offered him my hand. Chester leaned forward and took a tentative lick. Blinking, he pursed his lips as he pondered the taste. Suddenly his mouth was on mine once more, his tongue begging for entrance. He leaned into me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer. Smirking, I lightly traced my nails across his back, watching as he shuddered and deepened the kiss.

We continued to exchange spit for a few minutes, until I felt a telltale hard object rub against the inside of my thigh. I gripped Chester tightly, slowly grinding my hips against his. Our erections touched, and instantly a passionate fire once again sparked between us. We rolled around on the bed, thrusting into each other and madly struggling to get even more skin on skin contact. I finally managed to pin him down, his arms held high above his head. Grinning triumphantly, I lightly nipped at the crevice where his neck met his torso. Chester groaned in response, writhing beneath me in a vain attempt to escape.

"I love watching you squirm," I muttered, shifting around so that one of my hands was restricting his wrists, while the other was free to roam about his body. "You're so fucking hot..."

Chester beamed, reaching up to give me one more peck on the lips. "Not as hot as you!"

I leaned in to whisper in his ear, "not as hot as your asshole when I'm fucking you."

His eyes went wide and I could see his cock tighten. "M-Mike... I don't quite remember how that feels," he winked, "won't you show me once more?"

"Gladly," I chuckled and reached for our bottle of lube. Thankfully, I'd already stretched him. I made quick work of coating my cock in the cool gel and then moved between his legs, spreading them as far as was comfortable.

"Fuck me!" Chester squealed, panting as he watched me. "Please, Mike!"

Just to push at his buttons, I playfully rubbed my cock against his entrance a few times. His eyes drifted shut slowly, his lips parted slightly to let out quiet moans every so often. Fuck, I wasn't even inside him yet and he was completely aroused.

Unable to take the sight of my naked lover nearly humping the bed with desire, I quickly slid myself into Chester's heat. He stiffened, biting his lip for a moment.

"Shh," I murmured, clutching him close to my chest as I pushed the rest of my cock in. "I love you so much, Ches."

He simply grunted and rubbed our hips together in an obvious signal that he needed more. I took a hold of his legs and pushed them up, allowing me more access to dominate his hole. My first few thrusts were rather slow, as I was still trying to loosen Chester up. However, It wasn't long before I was pounding brutally into him, so hard that the bed was ramming against the wall. I was sure that we'd have some dents to explain later. Not that I really cared right then.

"Mike! Oh god, uh, Mikey!" Chester screamed, his nails raking against my back.

I moaned as his muscles contracted around me. Chester was weakly trying to move his hips in time with mine, though he faltered rather often to let out another string of curses. My balls slapped against the pale skin of his ass, the noise filling the stuffy air.

"Ches! Fuck! You're mine, all mine," I moaned, reaching down to rub one of his nipples.

"Yes! Yes, uhnn, all yours! Mike!" He cried, reaching down to grab his cock. Chester began pumping it furiously in time with my thrusts.

I swatted his hand out of the way, giving his balls a light squeeze before wrapping my hand around the head of his dick. Precum was dripping out steadily, coating my fingers. I shifted my angle lightly, wanting to reach even deeper inside of Chester. With my next movement, I rubbed right against his prostate. Chester let out a shrill scream, his back aching off the bed as thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock.

"Fuck! I love you! All yours! Shit, cum inside me, Mike! Mark me!" He pleaded, panting heavily as he rode through his high.

I let out another war cry, ramming into him a few more times before I finally painted his insides white. "Only mine," I gasped, sinking my teeth into his neck and leaving a large red blotch of skin that was very obvious. All the better to warn people that Chester was mine.

Chester whimpered softly, clenching around my cock to squeeze out the last few drops of cum. His body had gone limp, his legs sprawled out on the sheets. Exhausted, I slid out of him and rolled over onto my back beside him. Our fingers locked tightly and we laid there for a few minutes, calming our breathing and trying to comprehend what had happened.

"I love you," Chester finally whispered, breaking the peaceful silence.

"I love you too," I murmured, giving his hand a soft squeeze. "I promise I'll always protect you."

Grinning, he snuggled into my side and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. "I feel... Kinda sticky. Could you please clean me up?" He winked playfully.

I took a deep breath before turning him onto his stomach and lifting his pink ass in the air. Gripping the plump cheeks, I pried them apart slowly and examined the oozing white mess I'd made. It was rather erotic to watch my seed dripping from his insides, staining his skin and the sheets. His muscles were red and puffy from the arousing beating they'd taken, but I knew Ches wouldn't mind. What was a sore butt for all the great sex?

My tongue slowly trailed up his ass, clearing a line of cum. Licking my lips, I paused to wink at Chester before delving back down. I traced imaginary lines across his skin and teased his puckered hole with my teeth. Chester groaned softly as I cleaned him, his cock already beginning to harden once more. Smirking, my tongue slid into his ass, cleaning him as best as I could. Once I had finally finished, I sat up and licked my lips, which were coated in my own essence.

"Fuck! That's hot," Chester muttered, grabbing my arm and pulling me into another passionate kiss. He pulled me back down onto the bed with him, our legs tangling together.

I ground my hips against his, letting out a string of incomprehensible nonsense mixed with profanity. We were both fully hard once more, and I could tell that neither of us were opposed to one more round. Hell, when could I ever deny Chester when he was rubbing his dick against my stomach?

"I like how you taste," Chester huffed, his hand wrapping around my cock. "I kinda wanna taste you some more..."

I pondered his offer for a moment. "How about I let you have a taste after I fuck you so hard you forget your name?"

"Deal."

Thanks to Chester's handiwork, I was already fully erect again and could get right to it. I turned him back onto his stomach, kneeling between his legs. I had the perfect view of everything, and fuck was it hot. His cock was bobbing against his stomach, leaving droplets of precum smeared across his skin. Chester looked so innocent and submissive as he glanced over his shoulder at me, eyes dark with lust.

Without breaking eye contact, I aligned myself at his entrance and then slid in. Luckily, he was already well stretched and lubed up from our previous session, so I didn't have to waste any time with that.

Chester's moans as I thrust into him rivaled those of a porn star. He gripped the sheets tightly, his head pressed against the pillow as he struggled to hold himself together. It was quite erotic to watch him come undone and to know that it was me who had aroused him so. I watched as Chester gripped his erection, pumping it in time with my thrusts. Unable to help myself, I wrapped my fingers around his dick, forcing his out of the way. I began feverishly stroking him once more; however, I didn't set a pace that matched my own. Instead, I set an uneven one, so that he was constantly on edge. There was no steady rhythm to my movements, just feral desire.

"Feels- uhh, right there! feels so good!" Chester gasped, biting his lip.

I changed my angle slightly, knowing that as I did so, I would be ramming into his prostate. My lover screamed, knuckles gone white from gripping the sheets so tightly. I was sure that if it weren't for me, he'd have collapsed onto the bed.

"F-faster!" He panted, weakly pushing back against me.

My pace was brutal. My balls slapped against his wet skin and my hips moved out of my own accord. I couldn't think or breathe. The only thing I could comprehend was my absolute arousal and need to feel more of Chester. One of my hands gripped his shoulder, digging into the delicate flesh and leaving half-moon shapes. I dragged my nails down his back, further marking him. He wouldn't be able to take his shirt off in public for some time without questions arising.

The muscles in my gut began to clench, and I knew I was close to the edge. The heat was quickly building, it was almost too much to handle. Growling, I rammed myself deep into Chester's heat, exploding inside of him. Chester followed close behind, his breath catching in his throat as words and all basic functions escaped him.

We collapsed onto the bed together, wrapped around each other.

"All mine," I gasped into his ear before giving him one more hickey as evidence of our night.

Chester simply made a few gurgles of nonsense, his head thrashing from side to side as he rode down from his orgasm.

"I'll always protect you," I muttered with a smile, lovingly stroking his cheek.

"Fuck," he groaned, managing to let out a slight nod.

We fell asleep soon after, our arms wound together in a jumbled mess.