#Either way: Johnny’s ending up on Daniel’s lap and it can be sweet or it can be nasty but it’s intensely jolly

[zappedbyzabka]

Merry Christmas and happy Hanukkah and all the other holidays, everyone!

[macchiatosdumptruck]

Daniel being vocal during sexy times is a favorite headcanon of mine. The boy is loud when he’s getting pounded good. And his significant other loves that about him—the sweet whines, the throaty moans. The pretty whimpers they can get out of him. If they’re having semi-public sex, then they love to keep him quiet with a hand over his mouth, feel his mouth flush against their palm.

Ended up writing ficlets for lawrusso, danzen, silverusso, Lakreese, and LaBarnes, in order.

Johnny I feel like wouldn't care much if they got caught. Daniel would remind him that it's illegal. Johnny says Daniel never wants to do anything fun and that makes Daniel indignant. Okay, fine they'll fuck. But they have to be smart about it. Johnny, bless his heart, doesn't actually have much of an imagination for these sorts of things. He's not a prude. He likes what he likes and doesn't feel the need to get too crazy with it. Daniel is actually typically the kinky one. They can't decide on where they should do it or when.

Daniel complains that the allure of the idea is kind of ruined now (he had actually been getting into it but he can't let Johnny win the argument.plus he had a reputation to uphold.) And Johnny says it's all his fault anyway.

They're in the car on the way home from their date (probably some greasy spoon diner that has good milkshakes) and as they're bickering in the car a moment passes and they realize, it's actually kind of ridiculous, what's happening right then.

The sudden laughter after the build up of frustration ends with them making out in the back seat, and as Johnny works his hand into Daniel's pants he starts to smirk.

"what?" Daniel asks.

"I totally got you to put out."

Daniel slaps him in the shoulder but they end up fucking in the parking lot.

--

Chozen, I feel, would want to keep Daniel's noises for himself. Or at least, older, more mature Chozen would. He wouldn't want to expose his love to other people's lecherous ears. It's something beautiful, a secret for the two of them to keep.

But if he did, I imagine it's younger Chozen, in my Yakuza au, and they're in the back room of some building Sato rents out. Daniel isn't super happy with their business practices still, but he's aware it's a long game, and they've made progress. Chozen doesn't use the same tricks he used to.

His goons are a little frustrated because they like roughing people up. Look at their line of work! But Daniel has figured out that positive reinforcement works best. So when the older boy is on especially good behavior Daniel walks into his make shift office and plops himself on the boy's lap. He grabs Chozen's hands with his own and places them his own ass as he grinds into the other boy's jeans and kisses his neck.

"lock the door."

--

Terry has no shame so he doesn't care if everyone knows he's fucking Daniel. Besides, if they get caught, money fixes anything. It's Daniel who is embarrassed at how loud he is and Terry, depending on what sort of mood he's in either uses that to praise Daniel with hints of humiliation kink "you just can't keep your pretty mouth shut when you're getting fucked can you? You like it too much." Or degrades him "desperate sluts like you don't care who can hear them."

The way they mix degradation and praise can be a thin line. Sometimes it can even be the very same words with just a slightly different inflection.

"they know how you got all those pretty things sweet heart, now work your hips for me."

They fuck in entirely too many bathrooms, and over time Daniel has become less and less embarrassed by it. He used cry and whimper into Terry's large, broad hands. Hyper aware of each wet slap.

But now he doesn't exaggerate his noises, but he also doesn't hide them. Because Terry is right. Everyone already knows what's going on.

Maybe after a few years, or in certain situations they don't bother to make it all the way to the bathroom, or the fitting room, etc. But Daniel still can't maintain eye contact with anyone and there's definitely a very large parameter.

Look but don't touch.

--

They're at a funeral. Not the biggest or fanciest ever. Daniel doesn't even know the guy. He had been an army buddy of John's back in Vietnam and they had lost touch until John got the letter from a grieving wife.

John had said he would go alone, that Daniel shouldn't bother. Daniel had placed one hand on John's shoulder and told the man there was no way I hell he was letting him go alone. it's not that he thinks they're sad, even though they are. Daniel doesn't know how anyone could go to one of these and not be affected. It's not that it's sad, even though it is. It's just that, if you did it right, it was also a celebration.

It reminds everyone of the things they may let themselves forget. It reminds them to appreciate what they have, mourn for their loss, move on, and live.

Daniel knows John hides a lot of himself away. It's his way of dealing with things. He doesn't have big loud emotions. He sits with them. So John is stony faced and quietly respectful throughout the entire ceremony, wearing his old full dress uniform.

There isn't much said, Daniel knows if he pushed John to talk he would only close himself off further. Daniel finds him in an unused coat closet and closes the door after himself.

It isn't a sensual kiss, or particularly heated. Daniel approaches the man slowly, like one would approach a skittish horse. John lets him. Though he's much more still than any horse Daniel has ever seen.

Daniel cuddles himself into the older man, placing his arms around his shoulders, and gently taking John's own to circle around his waist. He leans up on his tip toes and kisses John sweet and slow.

"take me home? We can splurge on take out and watch the game?"

When later that night something in John snaps and he takes Daniel desperately against their own couch, gripping on like fate itself couldn't tear the young man away, Daniel pants out that he'll never leave. Not if John will have him.

( There's also the fact that sex is always semi public for them if they're at Daniel's apartment. John is familiar with the aggrieved faces he sees in the hallway as he leaves in the morning. The next time he sees Daniel they're walking through his building and upon passing by the girl from 4B she says "can you try to keep it down this time?"

John preens.

Daniel walks up ahead of him, mumbling out "don't get a big head about it." Although I doubt that was much of a problem after the first few months. John wants him nearby and why waste money on a place Daniel hardly stays at anymore?)

--

With Mike, it's set in that fake dating au that I haven't updated in forever (but will.) And Terry is renting out a room for Mike to stay in for his time in town. Terry himself has rented out a room on one side of Mike's

When Terry hears the bed springs squeak and the sound of hard breathing through the wall he smiles. Everything is going according to plan. The kid will be gone for Mike before he knows it, only for Mike to then deliver the final blow.

This should feel better right? Mike has always valued a job well done. And Terry is always sure to get his money's worth. So why do neither of them like it as much as they thought they would?

[lostinsantacarla]

Devil Went Down to Georgia

(A request by @nyx-daughterofchaos98 A reaction to the song by The Charlie Daniels band. I hope you enjoy it. My apologies for taking so long.)

It was one of those rainy nights when the boys took their patronage to their favorite local bar on the wharf and hung out around a table near the tap, but not far from the old music box. Aside from the arcade, the humans of age liked to gather at this spot in particular, making it quite a loud, but cozy atmosphere as various sports and the like played silently on the overhead TV screens.

The boys blended in very well. Marko and Paul sat across from each other playing a game of Rummy, and Paul was actually winning this hand. Usually it was Marko on top of the lead in scores.  David sat in between them on a stool, putting him a little higher than the two, while Dwayne stood at the bar. The second in command had his eye on a young girl at the other end.

She was pretty, red hair and green eyes and her drink of choice was a cosmopolitan. Very much in her own world, ignoring the bustle around her, the sound of music inside her head surrounded her outside like notes of music on a sheet of paper.

Dwayne knew the song. It had been around awhile, and he knew what it was like not being able to get something like a song on repeat out of your head. Paul understood it too, although when that vampire had a song playing in his head, it was usually on purpose.

He glanced at David, who looked ready to step outside for a smoke, and maneuvered his way to the little music machine that thankfully time hadn’t forgotten. Of course, these days it was free choice, given the fact that everyone had smart phones with the ability to play whatever they wanted to hear. The selections seemed infinite and sure enough, the song was there.  With a slight click of a red button, the dial was flipped and ‘The Devil Went Down to Georgia’ sprang from the speakers.

No one could deny the catchy tune as a fiddle started it off, and a few of the humans in the room looked up in surprise, making it obvious they hadn’t heard it in a while, but welcomed it back into their lives.

Marko was studying his hand, eyes traveling back and forth between it and the pile in front of them, determined to make his next move count when his leg started to dance absently under the table. If there was a devil in the room, it had to be him, though most always declared it was David.

Paul moved up and down on the balls of his feet, waiting almost impatiently for Marko to decide. It was then he realized that Dwayne had been the one to pick the song and while it didn’t surprise him, the choice was mediocre in his opinion.  All music had a ring to it, but this one in particular made him feel like he should have been at a barn dance. He gave Dwayne the look of, ‘what the hell?’ but didn’t say it out loud.

“How can you call yourself a musician, Paul, if you don’t appreciate music overall?” David asked, his tone as always calm and collected. The type of calm you had to be careful about deciphering just in case there was a storm behind it. In this case, he was only giving his fellow comrade a hard time.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate,” Paul explained. “Just not something I’d pick for myself. Dude, are you gonna go or what?” He reached out and kicked Marko in the shin.

“The fuck, dude?” Marko asked. He’d been listening to the lyrics while contemplating his winning strategy and gave David a look. They were always looking for the next soul to steal as the song proclaimed.

“What made you pick this one?” David asked Dwayne.

Dwayne remained silent but raised his beer and tipped it towards the young lady, who was blushing behind her cocktail.

‘It was on her mind.’ He told the three of them through their mental means of communication.

More lyrics filtered through as Marko finally made a move.

‘Johnny you resin up your bow and play your fiddle hard 'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals the cards

And if you win, you get this shiny fiddle made of gold But if you lose, the devil gets your soul…’

He threw his hands up, the winner at last and Paul tossed his cards into a disastrous pile on the table.

“Dare me not to jump up on this thing and do a jig,” Marko chuckled, turning to lock eyes with the ‘winner’ of the song of choice for the night.

Paul turned to her as well, as did David and Dwayne, and while their looks were curious, the predator inside was always lurking under the surface. It made them appear menacing even when they weren’t trying to be, and the girl spit out part of her drink.

‘The devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show" And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow

He dragged the bow across the strings, and it made an evil hiss The band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this’

David smiled and stood to take a bow. Paul nodded and started to tap the top of the table, giving up and giving in to the jam. Marko sat back for a moment, aloof and relaxed, a coy smile on his face before getting up to retrieve a shot of whiskey for all four of them. That left Dwayne wide open. The question was, would the lady take his challenge?

‘When the devil finished johnny said "well you're pretty good, old son But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done”’

To his surprise, she cleaned away the spilled alcohol, sat up straight and raised a hand to get the bartenders attention. Before he’d even made his way halfway, she said very loud and clear, “Four blowjobs for these boys in front here,” and she pointed at each.

Paul, naturally, was the first to lose his shit, a combustion of laughter that left him sweeping most of the cards off the table with his movement alone. No one needed them anymore anyway. “I’ll take one of those any night, sweet cheeks,” he declared. If this were the song that did it, he couldn’t argue it either anymore.

Marko’s grin turned downright seedy. He applauded her and accepted as well, temporarily leaving behind the whiskey. It was a little sweet for his liking, but how could any of them resist a good blow job?

Dwayne was actually laughing and with David’s approval he waved her down to join them as the shots were prepared and set out in front of them.

Thank goodness for alcohol and its stimulant effect on the young lady, making her deny the fact that these four were monsters. Or perhaps she was just in the mood for a good challenge as the song noted and they were four devils that weren’t going to win this showdown.

David at first was reluctant as always to put himself in such a vulnerable state out in public, but he gathered with his gang. Each of them took a seat at the card table, drink in front of them and with their hands behind their backs, they took the shot, tilted their heads up and drank. Boom. The knock of glasses hitting wood rose, as did their faces, whipped cream on their upper lips.  

The young lady got a good laugh as the song was coming to its close.

‘The devil bowed his head 'cause he knew that he'd been beat And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at johnny's feet

Johnny said, "devil, just come on back if you ever want to try again I told you once, you son of a bitch I'm the best that's ever been"’

“You boys wanna go again?” she taunted.

“Come sit down on my lap,” Dwayne invited, patting his knee. “Then we’ll talk.”

In that moment she probably thought she’d beaten the devil, or possibly his four demons, but in reality, she had no idea what she was in for.

[bloodandfire-kennyhickeyfanfic]

Chapter 14 - Happy... New...

Brooklyn New York, December 31 1994

"Hey babe, you ready in there?" Kenny calls from his living room while I stand in his bathroom still applying my make-up, my classic black smoky eye that I always do because one: I only own 1 eye shadow pallet, two: it's the only type of eye that I know how to do and three: well... it just enhances my metal chick appearance.

"Yea, yea I'm just... ugh, I feel like if I get one eye perfect the other one just always looks wonky or something," I call back to him and I hear him continue on with whatever he was playing on his guitar, the distortion emitting from his amp filling the apartment.

It was new years eve and we were heading out to Saint Vitus Bar and Night club tonight to celebrate the new year. Johnny is also meeting us there with his girlfriend Carrie and I was excited to go and hang out have a few drinks and ring in 1995.

Spending Christmas with Kenny was amazing. We didn't really do much other than Kenny introducing me to his mother, which was so weird for me, but at least it was just his mom. Since Kenny is an only child just like me and his father is completely out of the picture, it was nice not to have a lot of people to meet all at once, especially for the first time. His mom is really sweet and so much like Kenny, so funny and talkative, it makes you wonder where he gets it.

It got a little emotional though when she started asking stuff about me, especially when she asked about my mom. Even though I'm passed most of the pain with losing my mom, it's still hard to talk about. Especially when I put myself back to that moment when I watched her die in the hospital and you know we don't even need to get into talking about when I lost my baby girl.

"Do I look ok?" I ask when I come out of the bathroom and look down at myself, smoothing out my ripped denim mini skirt and adjusting my silver studded belt. Kenny flicks his eyes up to me while he continues to play as I try and fix my Black Sabbath band shirt that I had all cut up and styled.

"You look hot babe," He says as he stops playing for a moment, his eyes wondering over my body while he raises his eyebrow at me. He was already ready to go in his leather jacket, a plain black t-shirt and black jeans, his curls perfectly passed his shoulders. I feel bad that I'm taking so long but I feel self conscious for some reason and I don't know why. I think I just need a drink.

He starts to play again, his black Gibson SG that Peter had spray painted which finally dried only just a few days ago resting across his lap. Kenny was so pissed when Peter did that but that's what you get for Halloween pranks I guess. I thought it was hilarious, but not the part where Kenny had to re-string his guitar right before going on, that kinda sucked and I felt bad about that, but Kenny's reaction when the black spray paint ended up all over his arms and hands... that was funny.

As he closes his eyes for a moment, lost in the riff that he is playing I glance at him and smirk, then lean down and take his can of beer that was sitting on the coffee table in front of him and take a sip.

"Hey, what the -? What are you doin' with my beer?" He says, his thick Brooklyn accent coming out and immediately flicks his eyes open to look up at me.

"I'm thirsty," I say and take another sip.

"Well then grab a beer outta the fridge," He says gesturing to the kitchen.

"I don't want a whole beer though," I say.

"So? It's my beer," Kenny says and I start to giggle.

"Oh I'm sorry, your majesty," I say sarcastically giggling and pretending to bow in front of him.

"You're gonna be sorry, come here," Kenny chuckles though clenched teeth, grabbing my belt and pulling me to him as I laugh. I take another sip as he lifts up the bottom of my shirt, his guitar still resting in his lap and places his lips to my stomach, tickling me as he brushes his lips across, then gently biting and I yelp in surprise while he laughs.

"Kenny!" I laugh.

"Nah you're in for it now babe," He says and he slides his guitar off his lap, making random distortion noises out of the amp and takes the beer out of my hand takes a quick sip, setting it down on the table and pulls me back to him, his hands moving up my thighs, pushing up my skirt and gripping my butt cheeks firmly under my skirt.

"I fucking love it when you don't wear any panties baby," Kenny says raspy and deep as he places more kisses on my stomach.

"But I am wearing panties, well a thong anyways,"

"Really? Lemme see," He says so seductively as he lifts my skirt up even further, revealing the black lace of my panties.

"Kenny, no... we have to go, it's already 7:00pm and were supposed to meet Johnny," I giggle as he continues to brush his lip across my skin, tickling me.

"Urgh," He groans as I pull my skirt back down.

"We just fucked like 20 minutes ago," I laugh.

"20 minutes? More like an hour ago," He says.

"Ok, then an hour ago... anyways, we need to get going," I say as I step away from him and pull my shirt back down.

"You're just excited to drink more," He smirks raising his eyebrow as he reaches for his beer and takes the last sip as I slip on my leather jacket, pulling my curls out from underneath.

"Fuckin' right I am, It's new years eve baby," I say and he laughs. He stands up from the couch, switches off his amp, pats himself down making sure he has his wallet and cigarettes, then adjusts himself which makes me smirk.

"What?" He says.

"Nothing," I chuckle.

"Well I can't go out with him trying to escape my pants," Kenny says as he walks towards me and I laugh.

"Don't laugh, you," He says which of course makes me laugh more. He grabs my butt again and pulls me against him, placing his lips to my earlobe, gently nibbling and I know he's just doing it to turn me on like he is, but I'm not going to let it work. But damn does he ever smell really fucking good.

"Ok, ok... let's just get out of here," I laugh as I push myself away from him and he chuckles as we head out the door.

Saint Vitus Bar and Nightclub

"Ok... who's having a shot with me?" Johnny asks as he looks around at the group of people that were with us. We were all up at the bar, Kenny behind me with his hand on my lower back while I sat on a barstool beside Johnny, Carrie standing on the other side of him trying to flag down the bartender to order some shots.

"You, want one Andi?" Johnny asks.

"Do you really have to ask?" I smirk and he laughs as he hands out some shots for everyone who was around to drink some with him. I take it from him and he hands one to Kenny, then once everyone has their shots Kenny calls to raise them up in the air.

"Alright, lets have a fuckin' awesome night mother fuckers," He says excitedly and we all down our shots at once. As I down my shot I realize that it was just a Jagermiester  shot which basically did nothing for me at all. I set the cup back down on the bar and flagged the bartender down to order a couple of Jack Daniels shots.

"You wanna have a real shot with me now?" I ask and Kenny raises his eyebrow at me, setting his cup down on the bar.

"A real one? That wasn't real enough for you?" Johnny chuckles.

"Real? More like really weak," I joke and Kenny starts to laugh and Johnny just smirks at me. I take the shots that sat in front of me on the bar and pass one to Johnny and the other to Kenny.

"JD?" Johnny asks as he takes the shot from me.

"You know it,"

"Fuck dude, she's hardcore,"

"You have no idea," Kenny chuckles.

"Well you think he would since I just spent 5 months on the road with you two," I giggle as I look back at Kenny and Kenny just shrugs.

"So you gonna take the shot with me or what?" I giggle raising my eyebrow at Johnny.

"Fuck yea," Johnny chuckles and holds up his shot glass. I clink his glass with mine and then Kenny and we all down it at the same time, feeling that sweet burn trickle down my throat.

After a little while and a few more of those lovely Jack Daniels shots, I begin to feel that wonderful glow of drunkenness while all of us laugh and carry on and it was amazing to say the least. These last 7 months have been some of the best times of my life and I was finally able to enjoy drinking without feeling like I was trying to drown my pain like before.

I feel good. I feel amazing. Who knew that I would eventually get to know Type O like the way I do now, given the fact that I started out as a fan first. Never in a million years would I think that I would work for 2 of my favorite bands and have them accept me the way they have. Never in a million years would I even think that I would fall in love again, though that day at the airport when I was leaving for New York had me second guessing myself for a bit.

Running into Chris was the last thing I wanted to do. Ever since then, as much as I hate to admit it to myself, I haven't been able to stop thinking about running into him. It's scaring me too because just as soon as I think I'm ok and that I've moved on, Chris somehow shows up one way or another, either in my dreams or in reality and it's like I'm being pulled in one direction or the other.

"Andi, would you come to the bathroom with me?" Johnny's girlfriend asks as she bounces over to me.

"Uh, yea sure," I say and I slide down off the barstool and realize those shots have hit me harder than I thought as I nearly fall to the floor

"Whoa babe are you alright?" Kenny laughs as he helps me steady myself and I lean back against the chair while Johnny and Carrie chuckle at my clumsiness.

"Well there's all sorts of gravity in here," I slur a little as Kenny laughs.

"I'm just going... to... where were we going again?" I start to say to Kenny then turn back and ask.

"The bathroom," She laughs.

"Oh right... I'm just going to the bathroom," I lean into Kenny, whispering in his ear, trying to act normal but clearly I'm a little drunk.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," He says slyly and I pull away giving him a confused look for a moment then realize he's just being funny.

"Just go baby," He chuckles though I still give him a confused look but Carrie takes my hand, laughing as she leads me to the bathroom with her.

*****

"So... have you asked her yet?" Johnny say taking another sip of a shot and setting the empty glass down on the bar. Kenny takes a sip of his beer and says nothing for a few moments.

"No,"

"Well dude you better ask her before you lose your nerve, or at least before that ring wears a hole through your pocket," Johnny chuckles as the bartender sets down a bottle of beer in front of him.

"I know, I know... I just... I need the right moment. Every time I think it's the right moment, we get distracted or... I don't know," Kenny says and takes another sip of his beer.

"Ask her tonight man. It's new years eve. It's the perfect time," Johnny says taking another sip.

"Maybe," Kenny says glancing down at his beer and taking another sip.

"Maybe? What, are you afraid she's gonna say 'no'?"

*****

"Holy fuck, Andi I'm so drunk... how bout you?" Carrie says from the bathroom stall as I check my make -up in the mirror.

"Yea, yea I'm a wee bit smashed," I say imitating an Irish accent and Carrie starts laughing.

"Just a wee bit?" She asks imitating the same accent.

"Yep,  a wee bit," I laugh. I look down at myself and adjust my shirt, making sure everything looks alright.

"I just have to say that you and Kenny are so freaking cute together... I never thought he would find someone that matches him so perfectly," Carrie says as she flushes and stumbles out of the bathroom stall.

"Really?" I ask as I look up to see her walk up to the sink, flipping her long straight locks out of her face, examining her make - up just as I did before.

"Well yea, like... the chemistry between you two is crazy, I mean anyone can see it from the way he looks at you. I've known Kenny for so long, well as long as I've been with Johnny obviously and he's never been this way with any girl. He's always been a flirt of course but with you, it's like you can see him light up when he talks about you and when you're around he's just like... locked to you... it's fucking amazing. You should definitely just move here. I'm honestly surprised you haven't yet," She gushes to me as she fixes her eye make-up in the mirror.

I had no idea what to even say to that. My drunken clouded head feels elated that everyone notices how much I love him, but a part of me is still so unsure. Like I said before, I never thought I could fall in love with anyone again, let alone as fast as I did with Kenny. He is so perfect for me. He really is.

So why the fuck can I not get Chris out of my fucking head?

"Well, I don't know but, I think I need another drink, how about you?" Carrie asks breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Yea, another drink sounds perfect," I smile and we giggle as we head out of the bathroom.