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mirkhammett · 3 months ago

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kiss of life

summary: a quiet night on dave’s tour leads to a late night confession of his, which leads to something more.

warnings: unprotected sex (don’t do this), breeding kink, one mention of drug misuse, consent is not verbally said, sleepy sex, dominant dave, he’s so cute kill me, all that jazz, dirtiest thing ive wrote yet also the shortest

w/c: 2.2k

sorry this is shorter than usual, i couldn’t think of a good plot idea for this, so it’s very basic lol ^.^ not proofread so correct me on mistakes!!

the almost minuscule tv on the beside table hummed muffled sounds in confluence, a showing of an old 60s movie, (which seemed so ancient now), radiating the bedroom with hues of grey, and even darker greys. you couldn’t say it was the best hotel room you had stayed in, but it wasn’t even close in being the worse. it was comfortable, and that was enough for a night, or a few.

you lay on your side, facing the diminutive television, though only really paying attention when the room would light up white, your hands clasped together under the not so unusually thick, hotel pillow. so much for comfort, when you could deem the single pillow practically thicker than the mattress.

dave was propped up beside you, his large hand calloused with litters of guitar scars from playing too harshly, (which you had berated him for many times), draped over your waist. his other hand was holding him up so he could see over your body, eyes glazing over the tv lazily. his shirtless body was pressed against your own, the only thing separating the embrace of pure skin on skin being the lacy silk night dress you were sporting, the colour a captivating mix, or so dave thought, between cream and an off white.

“are you even watching this?” he muttered, a mix between a question and a statement, the hint of a smile slipping through his words. he suddenly let himself flop down into the mattress, the bed rumbling sideways with a soft thud.

“no,” you murmured, turning to face him. “are you?” you questioned, already knowing the answer from his body language. he was laying on his back, facing the yellowed popcorn ceiling, that had a multitude of darker splurges, probably from a leak that was never fixed.

he shook his head, turning on his side to face you, the remnants of a grin visible through his features, his eyes a slight crease. he lifted his arms, wiggling those calloused fingers as a signal for your comforting touch.

“how was the show?” you whispered, rolling into his arms, your face fitting perfectly between the crook of his neck, his head resting just above yours. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his left hand working through your hair, detangling strands that were slightly caught up from your movement in the bed. you hummed.

“good,” he replied, his usually gruff spoken voice soft with eloquence. the show was good, and you knew it. the way the band performed was just so perfect everytime, well, at least all the shows you had been there for since joining him on tour- what your question really meant, was how he had found the show. he never really said much about it, but his dedication to his fans through every show was so clear. you knew what he really wanted to say, though the words never came to life. good, to him meant great.

it was rare for a night to end this way for him. usually, the band would go out to celebrate and blow some steam, (by snorting up god knows what), only stumbling back to the hotel at some stupid hour late into the next day, to repeat it all again the same night. but tonight wasn’t one of those nights.

you curled into his touch, slipping your arm through the tiny gap between your body and his to rest on his bare chest, a leg hooked over his hip. this seemed to awaken something inside of him, a fire of some sort, as he suddenly came to his senses, becoming more awake. he moved his hand from your now deranged hair to massage your thigh, pulling you further into his embrace.

he shuffled into a position where he was able to sit up and look at you, all while still keeping you connected. to him with an invisible string. the change of position allowed you to completely straddle him, your silky night dress now hooking up by your hips. you played your head down on his chest, your ear against his skin catching the sounds of his comforting heart beat.

“you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” he spoke, almost grunted, his voice now sounding much more restrained than it previously was. he brought his hand to scratch gently under your chin, an amiable purr escaping through your plumped lips.

“yes.” you murmured into his chest, your breath a hot contrast to the slight chill of the room. he used the same hand to pull your face up, sculpting you in a particular position to be facing him, his thumb brushing up and down, up and down gently, like a broken record on repeat.

“good,” his subtle grin showed excitement, but his eyes deceived him, his excitement clear- and then it all clicked. “because i’ve been thinking about this all day, baby,” the state you were once in- your eyes, that were oh so ready to flutter closed for once and for all until the morning sun arose, now felt incredibly awake, entranced, even- that state had dissipated. “can you be that good girl for just a bit longer? then i’ll let you rest.”

you nodded, and there was no time for either of you to waste, no time for you to even think before your night dress was slipping off your shoulders, the cream silk having an easy escape. you smoothly pulled your arms out of the thin sleeves, easily but with little agility, your exhaustion catching up to your, your panties wetted.

one of his hands cradled your chest, groping your breast and rubbing his pointer finger against your blushed nipple, squeezing it between his thumb, soft whimpers escaping you. his other hand found its place against your bare back, holding you up and steady on his lap, but not for long. he ravenously manoeuvred both of your bodies, so that you were lying, back pressed firmly against the mattress, pulling your sleepwear down your legs and flinging it off to the side, landing on the floor with a gentle thump.

and then he was ontop of you again, your hands suddenly feeling frail and useless as he placed his weight just above yours, his body height emitting like blazing yours, your fingers stretching against his sides. you hadn’t even realised he had already shed himself of his boxers.

he slouched his head down so was face to face with your breasts, licking his lips to gather up wetness, before harshly sucking on your left breast, leaving trails of spit in his wake, a sloppy, messy kiss. “can’t wait until one day, when these are so full and plump,” his voice had grown in an octave since you had last heard it, his words muffled, his breath heavy on your bare chest. you sucked in a tight gust of air. “the mother of my children.”

his words caused an instant change in your body, your arousal wetting your thighs and your cheeks turning a sweet red, cascading down your neck and into your nimble fingertips. he released his grip in your boob with his mouth, quickly moving down your body, his hands trailing down, his fingers giving your right nipple an endearing squeeze.

he spread your thighs with his weaker hand, his stronger one inspecting your gushing pussy, a tender finger spreading it apart, a thumb pressing down onto your clit. you released an enthralling whimper, and a grin graced his pretty face, his ginger locks falling onto his features like a sculpture. “already so wet f’me,” he noted, the movements of his thumb causing a full body jerk out of you. “does the idea of having my children get you off?”

you nodded frantically like a maniac, his words combined with his teasing tone making everything feel just a bit more fuzzy than it already was, your eyes threatening to flutter shut. but he wouldn’t let that happen, not yet anyway.

in seconds he pulled himself back up, his arms caging you in, his dick hitting your lower stomach. he lifted his right hand, spitting on it, (which somehow made you much more wetter, if that was even possible), bringing it down to pump his dick a few times, holding it against your pussy lips.

“look at me,” he spoke, stern and dominating. and so you did, bringing your eyes to his, his brown orbs filled with hunger and love, his adoration for you never fading. “are you ready, baby?” his features held concern for your sleepy state, fighting off the feeling of his pulsing dick for just a few seconds to check your head, clear your mind. you nodded. “i need to hear you say it.” his brows furrowed.

“yes, yes, please.” you begged, wrapping your soft arms around his neck, pulling him down, closer to your frame- and that was all the conformation he needed. seconds had never felt longer than they did now, the quick slip of time before he pushed in agonising for the both of you.

and with a mutual moan, he was in, slotted perfectly into you like he was your missing piece, your puzzle finally completed. he didn’t waste any more time before he started to thrust, slow at thrust, getting deeper as he took his time with you. by the 4th thrust of the in and out motion he had acquired, he was fully in, filling you to the brim, his balls flush against the smooth slope of your ass, your whimpers starting to fill the along, along with the stench of sex that was starting to quickly take over your senses.

“i wanna pump you up, all nice and full,” his words could hardly catch up with the speed of his thrusts, your whole body jerking at bouncing to the rhythm, everything about him sending you into a cacophony of melodic infatuation, words beyond comprehension, a sonnet of love. “you want that too, baby?”

and when you thought he possibly couldn’t get any deeper, he made it happen, his dick practically impaling you.

“m’ gonna breed you, make you my wife,” it was like he wasn’t even thinking before speaking, all these words falling out and escaping his lips, all the truth. like a fantasy he had dreamed for, for months beforehand, all these confessions piling up and making it hard for you to do anything but whimper, but moan and beg for more, to please him, because god knows that’s there’s nothing you would want more to be his wife, and eventually one day mother his children. “you’ll look so pretty, full with my babies.”

his thrusts became more erratic by the minute, and you could sense him nearing his release, his words spurring the both of you along to that sublime heaven, that gushy feeling in your stomach beginning to bubble up, fizzing as it nears its burst- and dave knew this too.

“you want me to come inside you, fill you up until you’re leaking?” his balls slapping against your ass made you just want to close your eyes and succumb to the bliss, though his harsh movements weren’t making it very easy. “my dirty girl, aren’t you?”

“uh-huh, mhmm,” you moaned, profanities spilling from your lips on repeat, unable to stop yourself, or the squeaks and whimpers that he found oh so delightful.

somehow he was able to grin through the immense pleasure, his lips curling at the sides, his face wrinkled with his eyes half shut, beads of sweat dripping down his face, rolling down his arm due to his languid efforts to please, his arm propping himself up growing shakier as he neared release.

“my sweet girl wants me to come inside her, all nice and deep,” he grunted out, breathing heavily as his thrusts became sloppier, your thighs sticky and wet with the combination of your juices, and his sweat, a thin layer adorning his whole body, his chest olied and faint abs clear as day. “i’m gonna give you what you want.” his thrusts became ever faster, his hips moving at incredible speeds as he spurted his cum out inside your gushy walls, a guttural groan escaping him.

his orgasm had him pulling you down with him, your own making you see stars, crashing down on you like a malicious wave, your vision going white as you held your eyes tightly shut. he rode you down out of your orgasm, his thrusts becoming slower and more controlled, his breathing shaky and unsteady, your own chest rising and falling uncontrollably, completely spent. he realised this when he finally pulled out, the look on your face telling him all that he needed to know, your shut eyes then proving it.

his expression was filled with love as he admired you, bringing a shaky hand to brush your hair out of your face and tuck it behind your eyes, smiling down at your exhausted form. “always so good for me. i know i was rough tonight, honey, but you did so well,” he begrudgingly lifted himself from your body, admiring your features as he kneeled beside the bed, stroking along your arm as gentle as he possibly could muster up. you had made him soft. “i’ll get you all cleaned up, you just rest now.”

he leaned over, placing a soft, wet kiss to your forehead, before standing up. he hesitated for a few moments, until he knew you were okay, and only then going to the bathroom to retrieve clean up supplies, wiping you down with a lukewarm wet paper towel. “goodnight, baby.”

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mustainegf · 8 months ago

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Angry Again

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, angry sex, praise

WC: 2.5k

I knew Dave was pissed off. It was never hard to tell. He’d get all huffy and quiet, roll his eyes while running his hand through his hair, and then angrily pluck at his guitar. It was the same every time.

Tonight, he was especially angry. I'd never seen him so mad before and it scared me a little bit. I knew Dave would never do anything to hurt me, I’d just never seen him so upset.

He was pissed about Metallica—because of course he was. They had been dragging him around in the press quite a bit as of recent. While Dave had definitely done his fair share of badmouthing, that didn’t change his fiery temper.

"Fucking hell, Dave," I said. "What's gotten into you?" He didn't respond; he just kept on plucking his guitar and scowling at the floor as if the world were a source of great displeasure to him. “Come on, how can I help?” I sat down next to him on the couch.

He looked at me, his eyes dark and angry. Instead of answering my question, he just huffed in anger. "Fucking Metallica," he said through gritted teeth as if I'd asked him to explain the entirety of their career in one sentence. "I know sweetheart... but there’s nothing we can do," I sighed. "They're such pricks, Lars can never keep his stupid little mouth shut." He hissed.

I knew he was gonna die on this hill, and I wondered what I could possibly do to ease his nerves. "Dave, I know you're upset but..." He cut me off. "I'm not upset, I just hate them." He said. I fought the urge to chuckle at his blatant lie. It was clear he wasn't gonna budge on this one so I decided to try a different tactic.

“Honey, you’re stressing too much,” I reached over, slowly rubbing my hand over his chest. "You're always so tense, I know you hate them but they aren't worth it." He took a deep breath and looked at me. I gently let my hand fall from his chest to his thigh, slowly inching closer to his groin. I was beginning to get an idea of how I could get his mind off of this.

"Dave, you're so tense. Let me help." I said as my hand reached his groin and began to rub it gently through the fabric of his jeans. He let out a deep breath but didn't say anything in response, at least not yet. “Stop, I know what you’re trying to do. I’m not in the mood.” He grumbled. I looked at him, my hand still on his groin.

"You're always in the mood." He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes as he continued to play with no real purpose or direction. “I told you I’m not in the mood.” He glared at me. I knew he wanted to, he just wouldn’t admit it to himself, he had too much pride. “Aww, too busy thinking about Metallica?” I jutted my lip out, fake pouting.

Dave's eyes were sharp as they watched me. “Don’t” he forced out. I knew he was still mad, but his cock didn't care. It was already hardening under my hand as it strained against the fabric of his jeans and boxers. I tilted my head, still ‘pouting’.

Dave snapped, harshly setting his guitar down before grabbing me. He grunted softly, firmly holding me as he swiftly made his way to our bedroom. I giggled, enjoying the way he was so rough with me. I knew I had won, but it was now his turn to have his fun.

He flung our bedroom door open and slammed it close as he tossed me onto our bed. I squealed, laughing as he climbed on top of me. He roughly grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand while the other trailed down to my crotch.

"You’re such a brat huh?” He growled. I let out a soft moan as he began to grind his crotch against mine, rubbing me through the fabric of our clothes with desperate precision. "Think you’re gonna get away with this?” He snarled. I let out a small moan as he continued to grind against me.

"Fine, I’ll give you what you want. But you’re gonna take whatever I give you, yeah?" He growled, roughly grinding his cock into my heat through our clothes. I nodded, moaning softly as he continued to push against me.

"You're such a brat." He growled again before leaning down and roughly kissing my neck with bruising force. He was fueled purely by lust and rage. I let out a loud moan, my hands reaching up to grab his head as he continued kissing me.

"Fuck, Dave." I let out. He growled as he continued to grind against me with more force and intensity than before.

Daves needy hands found the hem of my shirt, pulling it off of me impossibly fast. He threw it to the side. He roughly grabbed my bra, pulling it off of me with the same speed and need. I let out a surprised gasp as he roughly grabbed my tits, squeezing them with desperation.

He let his fingernails dig in just slightly, enough to leave pinkish scratches. He pushed his long hair back, his mouth darting to the plush sensitive flesh. I let out a loud groan as he began to suck on my nipple, his teeth gently scraping it on purpose. "Oh..." I whined.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust. "You like that?" I nodded quickly as he continued to suck on my nipple and play with the other one in between squeezing them both roughly. "Fuck, I love it."

Dave’s hands trailed down to my jeans and began unbuttoning them with a desperate need that made me beg softly in anticipation of what was about to come next.

He yanked my jeans off of me, throwing them to the side. He wrapped his thumbs around my panties, practically ripping them off of me. “Always so pretty for me, yeah?” Dave groaned, softly kissing my throbbing clit. I let out a surprised gasp as he roughly grabbed both ankles and pulled them up so that they were on his shoulders.

"Dave…" He kissed and nipped down my ankles and shins, leaving love marks on my shuddering skin. "I'm gonna give you what you want, but I get to do whatever the fuck I like." He growled.

Dave sat up, my legs falling from his shoulders. He hastily pulled off his t-shirt, his toned body now on full display to my hungry eyes. I licked my lips, watching him as he roughly pulled off his jeans. He threw them to the side before grabbing me by both ankles again.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, I bet you’d like that huh?” I ogled at the man before me, his hands viscously stripping himself of his boxers. His erection sprang up as he roughly grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. He was going quick, I could see how badly he wanted this. He needed it.

"You want this?" He growled before spitting onto his hand for more lubrication. "Yes." I whined desperately. He smiled, his eyes dark with lust. "You're gonna take it." I nodded quickly as he roughly grabbed my ankles and spread them wide open for him to see me in all of my ‘glory’.

“Look at you,” he scoffed, glancing between my face of submission and my dripping core. He was amused with how hopeless I was, he’d hardly even touched me and I was already soaked. “So horny huh, all just because of me?” He snarled, kissing down my breasts.

I groaned, brushing his long orange locks away to see his face. He was so handsome. He always had been.

My body was begging for any sort of friction, my hand finding my clit. I teased myself with small circles, but the relief didn’t last long until Dave noticed. "What the fuck are you doing?" He growled, grabbing my hand and stopping me. I whined as he pushed it away from myself.

“You were the one who wanted this so bad, can’t keep your hands away?” He watched me smugly. He sat up slowly, pulling my hands together before holding my wrists down above my head with only one of his hands. I had no control, he was too strong.

He brushed his curls back, smirking down at me. Daves free hand found his hard cock, forcing me to watch as he pleased himself. "You want it?" He growled. I nodded hastily, my eyes glued to his hand as he stroked himself slowly and deliberately in front of me.

“Let me hear you,” he grinned, his hand quickening. I watched as precum leaked from his tip and dripped onto my stomach. "Please," I whined. He groaned, his hand quickening even more as he watched me squirm beneath him. His eyes were dark with lust and need for release.

"Louder, I can’t hear you." I whined, my eyes glued to his hand. "Please!" He smiled cruelly at me before grabbing the base of himself and jerking off in front of me with a rougher pace than he had been using earlier. “Come on baby, convince me you deserve it.” He spoke lowly. I whined, my eyes glued to his hand.

"Please, please let me have it. I need you so bad." I pleaded as he continued to jerk himself off in front of my face. My eyes were wide with desperation and arousal at the sight before me. “Good…” he muttered, nudging up to line his cock with me. He was still holding my hands above my head.

“Yes, yes… Dave…” I begged quietly. Dave only grinned at this, chuckling to himself. "You're so needy, aren't you?" He teased. I nodded quickly as he positioned himself at my entrance and firmly pushed into me with a groan of pleasure from both him and myself.

“I’ll let go of your hands when I’m done,” he grunted, his hips showing me no mercy. I knew this would de-stress him, and it seemed to be quickly doing the trick.

He was quick to get into a rhythm, his hips slamming against me with undeniable force. I whined and moaned as he used my body for release from the stress of that stupid fucking band—Metallica.

I knew he would cum quickly, seeing as he teased me by jerking himself off. I knew he was purely after his own orgasm first.

He was rough with me, his hands gripping my wrists tightly as he held them above my head.

He mercilessly fucked me, holding me down as he did as he pleased. I moaned and whined in pleasure at the feeling of him using me for release. I didn't mind, not one bit. He was just using me for his own pleasure and that turned me on even more than he already did. I knew he cared about my own pleasure as well, but I was willing to let him do what he wanted this time, so he could blow off his pent up steam.

He groaned as my walls clenched around him in a tight grip of ecstasy. His thrusts were becoming increasingly sloppy, and I knew what was on its way.

"Fuck, fuck... I'm gonna cum." He grunted. His hips shoved into me one last time before he pulled out and jerked himself off in front of my face again as his hot seed spilled over the skin around my pussy lips.

I was still desperate for my own orgasm, I was willing to do anything that might bring me any sort of pleasure. I dragged my finger through his puddle of cum that dropped down my slit. I brought my finger to my mouth, sucking off the salty taste. “That taste good?” He asked slyly. I nodded with a grin back up at him.

His hand around my wrists loosened, allowing me to bring my arms back down. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down to me, bringing my lips up against his. He growled into the kiss as he tasted himself on my tongue.

“You still needa cum?” He asked. His voice was deep and husky as my vision was darkened with the shadow of his body overtop of me. I nodded quickly, my eyes glued to his. Dave shifted, grabbing my hips and switching places with me.

I was now on top of him, his cock still throbbing. "Ride it out, pretty." He commanded in a low voice as he thrust up into me with a force that I wasn’t expecting. I cried out in rapture, my hands finding his chest as he continued to thrust up into me.

"Fuck, you’re always tighter the 2nd time around,” he grinned viciously. I bounced along with his lazy thrusts, my hands grabbing at his chest for support. I could feel his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as he continued to thrust up into me. His hungry gaze was locked on my bouncing breasts.

"You like it when I look at you like this?" He asked. I nodded quickly, my eyes glued to his as he continued to thrust up into me. "Yeah? You like being watched?" He growled. I nodded again, my eyes rolling back as he continued to thrust up into me. "You like being watched while you ride my dick?" He asked in his deep voice that shot shivers down my spine and straight between my legs.

“I’m gonna cum…” I cried out, my forehead falling to his sweaty shoulder. One of his hands found the back of my head, softly caressing my hair. "That's it, baby... cum for me." He growled. I cried out as my orgasm hit me in a flood of euphoria that left me weak at the knees. He groaned as my walls clenched around him, milking his cock for all it was worth.

"Fuck... fuck..." he grunted out as I continued to ride the wave of pleasure that washed over me in a torrential downpour. He groaned as he shot his load deep inside of me. I fell forward, my forehead resting against the side of his neck and shoulder.

"Dave..." I whimpered. He kissed the top of my head, his hands running up and down my back as he slowly softened inside me. "You okay?" He asked softly after a few minutes had passed by in silence between us both. I nodded against his chest, my eyes closed as he slowly softened inside me. "Yeah... that was amazing."

He chuckled softly at the sound of my voice in awe and amazement. "Still angry?” I asked with a tired chuckle. He chuckled back, his fingers trickling up and down my spine. "No... I'm good." He said.

I slowly shifted, his cock slipping out of me with a wet sound that made us both chuckle softly.

I sat my head up with what energy I had left, peering down at the beautiful man below me. “I knew it would make you feel better,” I giggled, running my knuckles past his cheek. His short stumble tickling my skin.

“You know me too well,” Dave shrugged. “So next time you’re angry at Metallica…” I trailed off, watching his calm face as he listened with intent. “You’ve got me in your bed, and they don’t.”

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allmoshnobrain · 8 months ago

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫: 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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part 05 of 06 | masterpost

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I sighed, feeling heat rise to my cheeks as I sensed a kind of understanding forming between the three of us, albeit slowly; Dave and James were like two sides of the same coin, always had been, brothers of fire and anger even before all their pain had driven them apart. Was it such a shocker that they'd both end up falling for the same woman? Was it such a surprise that I'd end up loving them both? Maybe we always knew it would eventually lead to this.

✦ on this chapter: NSFW!!!, threesome, mxfxm sex, dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female!oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, unprotected sex, oral sex, drug issues mentioned, alcoholism, drinking

✦ a/n: Hey, everyone! So, this chapter turned out a bit longer too, but I couldn't wrap up the fic without throwing in this smut scene at least once. Honestly, it's one of my favorites in the whole story! Oh, and in case you haven't noticed - yeah, Leanne's husband is Joe Sinclair. He popped up in some earlier chapters as Lea's friend who had that cool beach house where they celebrated Cliff's birthday and where James first kissed Nore at Lea's birthday party. Next part's gonna be the finale, and I swear we're finally getting a happy ending after all the drama lol Thanks for sticking around and reading, feedback is appreciated! ❤

April 6, 1992

Dave and I came back from our weekend getaway even more head over heels for each other, if that was even possible. Now that our feelings were out in the open, any walls between us just crumbled away, leaving us with one undeniable truth: I was crazy about him, and he felt the same way about me. Life had never felt so simple.

Life had also never felt so damn complicated; come Monday, things took an unexpected turn when Lars unexpectedly dropped by. He showed up at my place bright and early, his usual chill vibe replaced with a hint of worry that had me wondering what was up.

"Hey, Lars. Come on in, I was just munching on some breakfast," I gestured for him to enter, stepping aside. He gave a somewhat tense smile and took a seat at the kitchen table, setting his backpack down. "Hungry? I've got pancakes, orange juice, some fresh sliced watermelon..."

"Just water, thanks. I grabbed a bite earlier," he replied, flashing a quick smile when he noticed my concern.

"If you're all fueled up, what's with the serious face?" I inquired. "Something happened?"

"Actually..." he trailed off. I plopped down at the table, sliding a glass of water his way and pouring myself some juice, giving him a curious glance. "You catch the news today?"

"News?" I furrowed my brow, and Lars let out a sigh, seeming resigned. He unzipped his backpack, pulling out a magazine and passing it over to me. I blinked at him, puzzled, before focusing on the publication.

What I saw left me gaping in disbelief.

The magazine was one of those gossip rags, the kind I never bought because I had never been interested in such stuff. If I didn't expect Lars to read this kind of thing, I certainly didn't expect to see myself on the cover. The photo showed a painfully familiar scene; Dave and I getting off at the airport together the night before, him with an arm around my waist, pulling me close as he whispered something in my ear and I smiled. We both looked happy; happy and at peace, like I hadn't felt in a long time.

The photo didn't take up the whole cover; there was some other Hollywood gossip splashed across it that I barely paid attention to as I zeroed in on the caption beneath my picture with Dave.

SHE’S GOT A TYPE? Get the lowdown on Nore Burton and her new metalhead boyfriend, snapped in LA yesterday, on page 30.

I hurriedly flipped through the magazine, landing on the page mentioned and scanning through it, feeling my face flush hotter with every word.

Lately, there's been a buzz among Hollywood bigwigs and celebs about a fresh face on the scene: Eleanore Burton (27), aka Nore Burton. The actress, with a theater background and gearing up for her small-screen debut, turned heads by snagging the lead in Pacific Coast Television's (PCT) latest romance series, sharing the screen with some seasoned industry pros.

What's not widely known is that the actress is actually cousins with late Metallica bassist, Cliff Burton. And then there's the rollercoaster romance between her and the band's frontman and guitarist, James Hetfield (28). They've been on and off since way before they hit the big time, dabbling with other flings whenever they hit a rough patch.

But what really caught our eye was spotting the actress getting cozy with a new flame: Dave Mustaine (30), infamous for his sharp tongue and ongoing feud with Metallica after getting kicked out of the band in '83. A trusted source confided that they were actually together for a few months earlier that same year, but things fizzled out shortly after Metallica dropped their debut album, Kill 'em All.

It's anyone's guess how James Hetfield feels about his sweetheart's new fling. How's he gonna take the news that she's back in touch with an old flame he's not too keen on? We tried reaching out to Hetfield via Metallica's reps, but no word back yet as of press time.

"They went after him?" I shouted, eyebrows raised, looking at Lars in shock. "Lars, I had no clue about this pic! I..." I shook my head, too stunned to finish.

"Yeah, welcome to the club, babe," Lars quipped, snatching the magazine from me. "Just wait till you need bodyguards for your Bloomingdale's run. Fame's got its downsides, no doubt." He glanced up, frowning. "When were you planning to spill the beans about getting back with Mustaine?"

"I was going to, I swear," I said, feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks. Lars just huffed, giving me an incredulous look. I couldn't blame him for being peeved; maybe I should've looped them in sooner. But I didn’t expect my personal life would become front-page news like that. "Seriously, Lars. Dave and I just reconnected last month, but everything happened so fast..."

"And what about James? Did he get the memo, or did he find out through the grapevine?"

"He knows Dave and I crossed paths again. But..." I paused, feeling a lump form in my throat, my voice trailing off as memories of James' silent treatment flooded back. "He's been avoiding me for weeks. I've called, but no answer. It's like I'm invisible to him," I finished in a mumble, blinking back a lone tear rolling down my cheek.

Lars gazed at me for a beat, then let out a sigh, opening his arms for a hug. I blinked back tears, feeling them well up despite my efforts, and eased myself into his embrace.

"You know you could've spilled this to us, me and Kirk," he said softly. "You could've mentioned James was giving you the silent treatment again. We would've had your back."

"I didn't want to be a burden," I murmured, and he scoffed.

"You're not a burden. We're family; we look out for each other, got it?"

"Thanks," I choked out, my voice thick with emotion, as I stepped back. I straightened up, brushing my hair back and sniffing, wiping away the tears that had slipped down my cheeks. "I... I'll give him a call. And if he doesn't pick up, I'll swing by his place after today's shoot. We gotta talk things out; it ain't cool for him to shut himself off like this."

"You want me to come along?" Lars offered, rising from his seat, and I shook my head no. I'd rather handle this on my own. "Okay; I got some stuff to sort out myself. We're hitting the road soon for a tour, won't be back till August for Lea's wedding. If James pops up, I'll call you, alright? And let him know you're looking to chat."

"Sure thing, Lars," I smiled softly as he clasped my hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Appreciate it."

As expected, I couldn't get hold of James; every call went straight to voicemail. I got swept back into my daily grind, a hectic day of non-stop shooting. Word about me and Dave must've spread like wildfire; some colleagues offered sympathetic words, but I also caught plenty of curious looks and hushed chatter whenever I was on set during the day.

I left the studio totally beat; all I craved was getting home, hitting the shower, and crashing out. But, sticking to my morning promise, I made my way to James' place. I stood at the door, debating whether to ring the bell. After a moment, I went for it, but got no response. I fidgeted nervously, wondering if I'd picked a lousy time to drop by; I wasn't even sure he'd be home. I hit the bell again and waited. Just when I was about to bail, James finally swung open the door.

The moment I laid eyes on him, I could tell he wasn't okay; his disheveled hair, creased forehead, and bloodshot eyes gave away recent drinking. He just stood there, staring at me, before stepping aside silently to let me in. I winced at the sight of his living room, a mess that brought back memories of our wild party days back when we were younger; empty beer bottles littered the floor, clothes tossed haphazardly on the couch, and a stack of pizza boxes sitting on the corner table.

"You showed up," James muttered hoarsely, and I turned to him. He gazed at me, a mix of pain and bitterness flashing in his blue eyes, sending a wave of discomfort through me. "Finally remembered I'm alive? Or did your boyfriend not want you around today?"

"James..." I started, my tone a mix of caution and desperation. I wasn't looking for a fight. All I wanted was to talk things out with him. He snorted before heading to the kitchen, and I trailed after him. I watched with worry as he opened the fridge, reaching for a beer. "I... I don't think booze is the answer right now."

"Thanks for the tip, but I'll pass," he smirked, sarcastically. "What brings you here, Nore? Suddenly worried about my feelings now that the whole world knows you're with someone else?"

"James, that's not fair," I said, my voice choking up. "I've been trying to reach out to you for weeks. You've been ignoring my calls, you didn't answer any of my voicemails, and now I'm the one who doesn't care?"

He shot me an annoyed look but stayed silent. I sighed, blinking away the forming tears as I looked away from him, trying to swallow down the lump in my throat. Maybe coming after him wasn't such a great idea after all.

"Lars mentioned you're hitting the road soon. How are you planning to handle that if you're in this state?" I questioned weakly, and he just rolled his eyes.

"And what's it to you?"

"I do care about you, James. Even if you can't see it," I answered, my voice dropping, feeling the weight of his anger. Whenever James got like this, I felt lost, like a ship tossed at sea, struggling to find solid ground but always drifting. It was like he was slipping further away, and I couldn't reel him back in. I couldn't handle it — his distance or the hurt it caused.

"Why'd you go back to him, Nore?" he questioned suddenly, his voice now filled with anguish. "Wasn't I good enough for you?"

"James, please," I implored, taking a step forward, but he shook his head, backing away. "Come on. You know I care about you..."

"Don't say that while I have to watch you happy with him," James snapped. "Really, Nore? Fucking Mustaine? I can handle you seeing other people when we're not good, but did it have to be him ? The one person I know I can't measure up to?"

"James," I begged, my voice catching. "I didn't plan for this. But I can't ignore how I feel. It wouldn’t be fair to any of us. But you don't have to push me away. Please, let me help..."

" Stop it ," he interrupted, his voice sharp and icy. I flinched, holding back tears, feeling a pang of sadness as I watched James' expression turn hostile. "I told you not to come crying to me, didn't I? I don't want to fucking see you, I don't want to hear about your life. I don't know why you still think I give a shit," he snarled, his words laced with venomous anger.

I gaped at him, stunned, my heart pounding painfully in my chest as I watched the realization of what he'd just said sinking in, the hostility melting into regret in his blue eyes. He reached out, but it was too late; the damage was done, my heart shattered, and I knew I couldn't stand to be near James for another second right then, no matter how hard I tried.

As he came closer, I swatted his hand away, tears streaming down my face. I backed off quick, just needing to get away, to put as much space between my pain and James' rising temper as I could, even if that meant widening the gap between us even more.

I got home feeling totally crushed, tears still streaking down my cheeks as I flopped onto the couch with a heavy sigh, and caught sight of the blinking light on the phone, telling me I had messages waiting. I grabbed the phone and held it up to my ear, tapping the button to listen to the voicemails. A faint smile crept onto my face as Dave's voice came through.

Hey, babe. How's it going? Just saw that article they threw out about us. Give me a call, alright?

I let out a sigh. Even though I was feeling pretty down, I knew chatting with Dave would lift my spirits, so I quickly dialed up his number.

"Hey."

"Hi, Dave," I said, trying to put on a smile even though my voice was still a bit wobbly.

"Hey, sweetheart. You alright?" Dave asked, sounding all worried. Of course he'd pick up on my mood instantly; nobody read me like Dave did.

"I..." I let out a sigh; I didn't wanna stress him out, but I also couldn't keep everything that went down with James from him. "No, I'm not," I confessed. "I... I went to see James, Dave. He's not in a good place... We had a huge fight, he said some nasty stuff, and I..."

"It's because of that stupid article, right?" he said, his voice tense. I agreed, and he let out a sigh. "Hey, wanna swing by my place? I don't want you to be alone if you're feeling this bummed out. I'll whip up some dinner for us."

"Wait, you actually know how to cook?" I asked, my genuine curiosity distracting me from my sadness for a moment, and he chuckled softly.

"I'm getting there. Can't survive on fast food forever, you know. But I can always order in if you're not convinced by my culinary skills," he said, and I giggled.

"No need. I'm game to try your cooking. I'll just change and head over there, then."

I showed up at Dave's home not long after, carrying a backpack slung over my shoulder packed with all the stuff I figured I'd need for the next day. When he swung the door open, I wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his chest.

"Hey," he chuckled softly, running his fingers through my hair. I glanced up, standing on my toes to plant a kiss on his lips. He grinned, his hands cradling my face gently. "C'mon, let's head inside."

I smiled softly when I stepped into Dave's place and noticed the living room, dimly lit and cozy, lit up with just a small lamp while some soft tunes played in the background. Not the usual heavy metal songs I was used to enjoying with him, but instead, a nice, slow piano melody. The dining table was all set with red candles flickering, some spaghetti bolognese, and a bottle of red wine.

Dave snuck up behind me, wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on my shoulder, swaying along to the music. I couldn't help but let out a soft giggle. I turned around to wrap my arms around his neck; he slid his hands down to my waist, giving me a light kiss on the lips before resting his forehead against mine.

"A candlelit dinner and some music? You're pulling out all the stops this time, Mustaine," I remarked, and he grinned.

"Just wait 'til you see what I've got planned for after we go to bed."

"You didn't go all out with rose petals and stuff, did you?" I teased, and he chuckled, giving me a tight hug and a light kiss on the lips.

"I'd do anything to see you smile. You know that, right?" he asked, softly.

How could I feel anything but pure joy hearing that? Having Dave back in my life felt like a dream, one that just kept getting sweeter by the day. I could see it in his eyes he meant it, despite all the mess with James, despite all the baggage from my past. He loved me, plain and simple. What more could I ask for?

Instead of answering, I simply leaned in and planted another kiss on his lips.

August 15, 1992

The next few months flew by in a blur. Between my jam-packed schedule and all my commitments, things slowly started shifting. Dave and I made it official, letting everyone know we were back on, and sure, at first, it caused a bit of a stir with the gossip mags and our circle of friends. But soon enough, the novelty wore off, and we got our privacy back.

The moments I spent with him were just something else; every day, our bond got stronger, and I couldn't get enough of Dave - his smile, the feel of his skin on mine, the taste of his kiss, and how his eyes softened whenever they locked with mine.

Dave kept fighting to stay clear of falling back into addiction, even though some days were really tough on him. I did what I could to support him, even if I knew deep down that I couldn't fix everything. But Dave always made sure to let me know that just having me around made things a whole lot easier.

Having him around definitely helped ease my load too; getting back with Dave kind of lifted some of the heaviness I'd been carrying around for the past few years. Sure, I knew I'd always have to deal with the sadness that came with losing Cliff. But the pain of having lost Dave in the past bit by bit was slowly being replaced by love - real, deep love that filled up my chest almost entirely.

Almost entirely, except for the part that still hurt because of my messed-up relationship with James. We'd been in this complicated dance for a few years now, but lately, he'd been more distant than ever. I mean, I get it, being a big-time artist, time works a bit differently, right? It wasn’t unusual for us to go ages without seeing each other when the band was out on their never-ending tours, but usually, we'd at least keep some kind of contact going.

But lately, it felt like he was going out of his way to steer clear of me, and honestly, I wasn't really feeling the urge to patch things up after the nasty stuff he'd flung my way last time we talked. I'd still give Lars and Kirk quick calls to check in on them every now and then, but I made sure to steer clear of bringing up James, and they didn't mention him either.

I figured I'd bump into him sooner or later. I mean, with Leanne's wedding creeping up, it was bound to happen. Lea and Joe had settled on tying the knot down in New Orleans and had snagged a whole hotel to fit everyone in. I caught up with them the day before the big party, when they swung by to greet us at the airport and give us a ride to the hotel.

The moment I laid eyes on Lea, a huge smile spread across my face; she was just like I remembered her, with her dark locks and sparkly eyes, but I couldn't help but do a double-take at the little bump showing she was expecting. As for Lea, she didn't seem at all shocked to see Dave tagging along with me for the event. Despite the miles between us, Leanne and I always made sure to keep each other in the loop about what was going on in our lives.

"You’re pregnant? " I blurted out, all wide-eyed and grinning as she pulled me into a hug. She laughed.

"Yeah, I am! Joe and I were just as shocked, believe me. I'm at 19 weeks... Oh, sorry, that's like 4 months, right? I didn't spill the beans sooner 'cause I wanted to tell you face-to-face."

"Wow, Lea. That's amazing news, congrats!" I gushed, beaming at her, and she beamed right back.

Man, I was beyond thrilled for her. Even though Leanne and I hadn't been as close lately, I still saw her as one of my ride-or-die besties, and I knew she felt the same way. Losing Cliff had changed a lot of stuff, but it didn't touch the bond we had. Seeing her all glowing and living her best life, well, it warmed my heart more than words could say.

Dave and I tagged along with Leanne to the airport parking lot, and there was Joe, leaning against the car, waiting for us. His face lit up with a smile when he spotted us. While Leanne hadn't changed much, Joe was a whole new dude compared to the long-haired blondie I knew back in my San Francisco days. These days, he kept his hair super short, almost buzzed, and sported a full beard. But that friendly grin of his was still exactly the same.

"Hey, Nore, Dave! Been ages!" he said, giving us a hug before unlocking the car. "How've you been? Pumped for the party?"

"I'm counting down the minutes," I grinned, and Leanne let out a soft chuckle. "But you two must be over the moon, right? Tomorrow's your big day!"

"Oh, you have no idea," Leanne said, all hyped up. "We've been waiting for this forever, and now that it's finally happening, it's like pinch-me-I'm-dreaming territory."

We pulled up at the hotel before we knew it. Dave and I gave Leanne and Joe a big thanks for the lift, then headed inside to check-in and crash for a bit. I mean, the next day was gonna be huge. Finally, we made it to our room, and I let out a sigh of relief, humming a little as I started unpacking. Dave glanced over at me, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You're looking pretty happy," he observed, moving in closer and resting a hand on my waist. I let out a soft chuckle as he planted a kiss on my cheek, his lips brushing lightly against my skin before meeting mine. "I love seeing you like this."

"Isn't it crazy that Lea's gonna have a baby? That's awesome," I remarked, grinning. Dave chuckled softly, pulling me into a hug before his lips found mine once more. I let out a contented sigh as he gently gripped my hips, drawing me closer.

"You ever thought about having one?" he murmured, his voice low and a hint of a smile on his lips as he leaned in close to my ear. I pulled back a bit, feeling a blush creep up on my cheeks as I looked at him, surprised. "We could have a little one someday. You know, down the road. Or two. Or ten ."

"How'd we jump from two to ten?" I giggled, and he let out a big laugh.

"Just throwing it out there. If you want, I’d love to have a future with you."

Those words from Dave kept swirling around in my head all night, even after we'd settled into bed. Ever since Cliff had passed, I'd been steering clear of making any big plans for the future. Losing him had hit me hard, wrecking any dreams I used to have. For a while, I’d just let life happen, rolling with the punches as they came. I was so, so terrified of hoping for anything and ending up crushed and broken again. But with Dave by my side, everything felt different, like the world was painted in brighter colors. Was it okay to start thinking about a future where we wouldn't ever have to be distant again? Was it okay to start thinking about a future with him?

A future with him. Just the thought made my stomach tie up in knots, all tangled up with the fear that it could all go south one day. But deep down, I knew I craved it with every fiber of my being.

Maybe I wasn't exactly brimming with courage right then, but one thing I knew for sure: for as long as I lived, I never wanted to be apart from Dave again.

August 16, 1992

Leanne's wedding ceremony was short and sweet, but emotional. I'll admit, I got a bit teary-eyed watching her stroll down that aisle, all choked up with happy tears but still beaming. On the downside, being a bridesmaid meant I couldn't shake the feeling of James' eyes on me the whole time. Him, Lars, and Kirk were all groomsmen at the wedding too.

James and I had crossed paths real quick at the hotel during breakfast, but it was like we were total strangers. Not a single word passed between us. Maybe I was being a bit stubborn, but after the nasty stuff he'd flung at me months back, I wasn't about to be the one to make the first move and patch things up.

The wedding’s reception kicked off pretty quickly, held at a beautiful historical mansion not far from our hotel. I snagged a seat at the table set aside for me, Dave, and a bunch of other folks while he headed off to grab some food. I glanced up with a grin when I noticed a familiar face plop down beside me.

"Hey, Kirk," I greeted, and he flashed me a warm smile.

"Hey, Nore! Finally tracked you down. So, I noticed Lea moved you to a different table... Is it 'cause you and James had a spat or 'cause your boyfriend's not our biggest fan?" he quipped, and I chuckled.

"Maybe a bit of both. But don't sweat it, Dave won't mind me hanging with you guys. As for James..." I let out a sigh. "How's he holding up?"

Kirk grimaced.

"The usual drill, ya know. Him and Lars got into it like three times on the tour... Lars keeps pushing him to hit up rehab, but James insists he’s good," he sighed, then flashed a grin. "Sorry 'bout the tiff you guys had. But he'll bounce back, trust me."

"I know. It's just frustrating when you wanna lend a hand but the other person isn’t having it," I admitted with a sigh, then glanced up as Dave strolled over with two plates of food. "Red alert, Dave's on the scene," I joked, and Kirk chuckled before standing up.

"I'll bail for now. Don't wanna ruffle your boyfriend's feathers too much. We'll chat later, Nore."

I flashed Kirk a smile as he headed off to join Lars and James at their table. Heat rushed to my cheeks when I sensed James looking my way, so I quickly turned my attention to Dave.

"Brought food," Dave grinned, sliding a plate in front of me before settling down beside me. "So, what was up with Hammett?"

"Just chatting. You know we haven’t seen each other in a while," I answered, a small smile playing on my lips. He scoffed, rolling his eyes, but didn't seem too bothered. "Jealous, much?" I teased.

"No need for jealousy, sweetheart. I know you're madly in love with me," he grinned, and I playfully nudged his arm, chuckling.

We wrapped up our meal, happily chatting the whole time. Once dinner was done, a sweet tune started playing, and I couldn't help but grin as I watched Leanne and Joe twirling around the dance floor. Leanne looked stunning in her fancy dress, her hair all dolled up with twinkling little gems. Joe looked like he was on cloud nine, beaming at her like she’d hung the moon. I felt Dave slide an arm around my waist, planting a soft kiss on my temple, and I melted into his embrace.

The party flowed like honey, with drinks pouring freely, mouthwatering meals, and catching up with old friends. Leanne had rounded up a bunch of folks from our San Francisco days, so mingling was easy. Dave and I bounced around, shooting the breeze with different faces, and as the booze kicked in, things got looser. I ended up deep in conversation with Lars at one point, while Dave snuck up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. I couldn't help but chuckle at how unexpected and unlikely the moment felt.

The only person I hardly even crossed paths with was James. I mean, there was this one time when I was heading back from the bathroom and accidentally plowed right into him. He caught me, his hands gripping my shoulders tight, and I couldn't help but blush when I looked up and saw it was him. I took a step back, my face probably as red as a tomato, while he just stood there, all serious, not saying a word.

"What?" I snapped, my voice a bit sharper than I meant it to be. He just kept on staring at me, like he was trying to figure out what to say, but I wasn't in the mood to hash things out with him. I spun on my heel and headed back to Dave, who was busy grabbing us a couple of drinks at the bar.

“Hey, babe. You good?" Dave asked, passing me a glass filled with a drink. I took a sip and nodded, shooting a quick glance over at James, who was still eyeing me from afar. We locked eyes for a sec, both of us clearly ticked off, until Dave caught on and followed my gaze. He frowned, grabbing my hand. "C'mon, let's go somewhere else."

I tore my gaze away from James, ditching my drink on some random table as I trailed after Dave, feeling kinda intrigued. The way Dave's shoulders tensed up told me he wasn't exactly thrilled about the silent stare-down I just had with James.

He led me through the mansion's hall and out the back door, where we found ourselves in a huge, empty garden since most of the guests were still inside. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was up to, as he guided me to a secluded spot in the garden. My eyes widened in surprise when he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me before planting a harsh kiss on my lips.

"What's the deal with you and James?" he growled, catching me off guard with the intensity in his voice.

"Dave, it’s nothing," I murmured, but he just grunted in response, kissing me again with a bit too much force, his tongue pushing into my mouth without any of the usual gentleness. I let out a little moan, taken aback, gripping onto his arms as his hold on my waist tightened.

"He's been eyeing you all night, and now you can't seem to take your eyes off him," he murmured, giving my lip a light nip as he backed me against the wall. He slid one knee between my legs and his hand rested lightly on my neck. "You gonna clue me in on why you're giving him all this attention?"

"He's just being a jerk. I'm not giving him the time of day, I... Oh!" I gasped when Dave spun me around, pressing my back against him and pulling me close, letting me feel his hard-on as he started kissing my neck. "Dave, hold on, you're drunk..."

"And what if I am? You are too," he grunted, but eased up on his hold a bit. His lips, however, kept on working their magic on my skin, planting soft kisses that sent shivers down my spine. "What's wrong? You wanna go back to him?"

"It's not that," I murmured, daring to turn to face him again. Dave looked at me, his eyes filled with turmoil as I gripped onto his arms, feeling my heart pounding and my cheeks heating up. "I want you, Dave," I declared, reaching up to his face and wiping away the lipstick that had smeared from my lips to his. He grunted, grabbing my wrist before pressing me back against the wall, his lips finding my neck once more as he nibbled and sucked gently. I let out a little moan, caught off guard, closing my eyes. "Dave..."

"If I make it crystal clear to everyone that you're mine, will that jerk finally back off?" he growled, nipping at my neck again in a way that I knew would leave a mark. I gasped, clutching onto his shirt and shutting my eyes. "You know I'm planning to fuck you stupid all night long, right?"

"Hmm... Dave, please..." I begged, not entirely sure if I wanted him to stop or to keep going. He grunted, but pulled back, leaving me with one last kiss on my neck before stepping away, his cheeks flushed and his gaze burning with intensity.

"We should head back," he suggested, his voice low and husky, his fingers intertwining with mine. I nodded, my heart still pounding, feeling a jolt of electricity shoot through me at his touch.

We made our way back to the party; Dave and I ducked into the bathrooms to freshen up before rejoining the crowd. I blushed when I caught sight of myself in the mirror: flushed cheeks, smudged lipstick, hair slightly tousled, and two distinct red marks on my neck's smooth skin. I did my best to fix my hair and makeup, dabbing at the hickeys with cold water in a vain attempt to reduce the bruises that I knew would linger for days.

I headed to the bar, grabbing a glass of water to cool down. I glanced around, searching for Dave, but he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he hadn’t left the bathroom yet. I settled at a table with a sigh, my heart still fluttering a bit.

"Your guy's a bit possessive, huh?" a voice chimed in, and I glanced up to see James with that familiar smirk on his face, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and bitterness.

"After all this time, that's your opening line?" I shot back, my tone icy. He took a seat beside me, his gaze fixating on the marks on my neck. His fingers traced the edges of the redness softly, sending a shiver down my spine.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he muttered, "You love having him under your spell. And me too," he added, lifting his gaze to meet mine, his eyes flickering with anger and something else, a mix of emotions I couldn't quite pin down, but definitely edged with desire.

"You're not even gonna say sorry? Just gonna stay there spewing out this nonsense?" I shot back, aiming for hostility but only managing to sound wounded. He scoffed, leaning in closer, his lips pressing against the bruises, kissing and biting them softly before he murmured against my skin:

"I'm sorry." Then he straightened up, leaving me stunned, heart racing and face flushed as I watched him walk away without a backward glance.

After the party wrapped up, Dave and I hopped in a taxi back to the hotel. We were quiet on the ride, his fingertips tracing little circles on my inner thigh, sending shivers up my spine. Once we got to our room, I headed to the bathroom, flicking on the tap to start filling the bathtub while Dave took his clothes off. Leaning against the door frame, I watched him kick off his shoes, feeling the buzz from the drinks at the party making me even more eager to pick up where we’d left off with that kiss.

"Are you hopping in the bath with me?" I asked, shooting Dave a coy smile as he loosened his tie. He smiled back and walked over, wrapping his arms around my waist and planting a soft kiss on my lips, while his hand fumbled for the zipper of my dress.

He paused when we heard knocks on the door. I frowned, wondering if it could be hotel staff or something. Dave sighed, annoyed, as the knocking continued.

"Better shut off the tap before we flood the room," he remarked, and I chuckled softly. "Let me handle this while you do it."

I headed into the bathroom, shutting off the tap as I listened to Dave dealing with whoever was at the door. I perked up, intrigued, when I heard a familiar voice followed by Dave's tense and irritated tone:

"You've got some guts showing up here, huh?"

I furrowed my brow, puzzled, and went back to the room, my jaw dropped in confusion when I spotted James at the door, locking eyes with Dave in a standoff.

"James?" I blurted out, taken aback, and both men turned to look at me, frustration and anger etched on both their faces. "What the hell are you doing here?"

He eyed me for a beat, tension thickening as Dave's gaze drilled into him. It was like mixing gasoline with a lit match; all of us were already worked up and intoxicated after a night of partying, and James clearly had some bones to pick with both Dave and me. James made a move to step into the room, but Dave cut him off, blocking the entrance with his arm.

"She asked you a fucking question," Dave growled, and James finally glanced at him, a sarcastic smirk creeping onto his lips.

"I came here to talk to her, not to you," James slurred, his voice thick with alcohol. Dave looked ready to snap, his free hand balling into a fist.

"Dave," I stepped in, grabbing his arm and easing it down. He turned to me, and I placed my hand on his chest. "It's alright. Let him in."

Dave sighed heavily but reluctantly moved aside, his face tight with tension, his eyes burning with anger and his lips pressed into a thin line.

"You're like her little lapdog, aren't you? Whatever she wants, you jump, just to keep her happy," James remarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. I shot him a disapproving look, furrowing my brow, but before I could respond, Dave interrupted with a growl:

"And what about you, huh? You're here to grovel for her forgiveness?" Dave stepped forward, confronting James with a challenging glare. I glanced nervously between them, reaching out to touch Dave's arm in a futile attempt to calm him, but he shrugged me off. "I see the way you look at her, Hetfield. You think I don't notice? You're pathetic."

"That's the crux of it, isn't it?" James snarled. "You and I, we're cut from the same cloth. We both crave her love, her attention, hoping we'll be the lucky one she picks in this messed-up game."

"Except she already chose me," Dave shot back. "Game over. And you know I don't like sharing what's mine."

"Maybe you guys should give it a shot," I blurted out, without really thinking, eager to diffuse the tension between them, but instantly regretting it. Dave and James both turned to look at me, wearing expressions of disbelief, while I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Um... I just meant..."

"Try sharing you?" Dave chuckled, as if what I’d said was totally nonsensical. I blushed when he gently lifted my chin with his hand, locking eyes with me as he leaned in close, his words a soft whisper, "You don't even know what you're asking for, do you, sweetheart?"

"I just don't want you guys fighting," I murmured, pleadingly. "Please, Dave. You know I care about both of you."

James chuckled, shifting our focus away from each other. Leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, he had that same intense look in his eyes as when we’d talked earlier — anger, jealousy, and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on at first, but then recognized: longing.

"You always play nice with everyone and it drives me fucking crazy," he remarked, moving closer and closing the door behind him. My heart raced as his hand trailed down my neck to collarbone, all while Dave kept a close eye on him. "There's no escaping this, Nore. Choosing one means hurting the other. And he's got a point." James shot a glance at Dave, who raised an eyebrow. "I'm not exactly great at sharing what's mine either. You know you can't have us both, right?"

"I know. But I don't wanna lose either of you," I admitted, feeling my cheeks heat up as James came closer with a growl, planting his lips on mine. I gasped in surprise, and he seized the moment to slip his tongue into my mouth, his hands firm on my waist. I let out a soft moan as I felt Dave's lips on my neck, planting slow kisses until he reached my ear.

"You sure about this?" he questioned, and I nodded, shutting my eyes and yielding to James' kiss, eliciting a soft growl from him as I tangled my fingers in his hair. "Didn't know you were this greedy, babe," Dave murmured, but he didn't seem upset, more like amused.

Was this really happening? It was hard to wrap my head around it, hard to think straight as the lips of the two men I loved roamed over my mouth, my neck, my skin, igniting sensations that made my whole body tingle. Dave's fingers deftly unzipped my dress.

"Talk to me," James whispered in my ear, and I shut my eyes, my lips parting slightly as I exhaled, Dave still planting kisses on my neck as he eased down my dress. "Tell me you want this, I gotta hear it from you."

"Please, I want both of you," I breathed out, and Dave tightened his grip around my waist, pulling me snug against his body while James teased my earlobe.

I let out a sigh as Dave tilted my head, locking his lips with mine, our tongues moving together while James worked on unclasping my bra and took a nipple into his mouth, giving it a playful nip before leaving small hickeys all over my soft skin. I couldn't help but moan, the sensations overwhelming me. I was completely lost in the moment, swept away by the touch of both of them. It was beyond anything I'd ever dared to dream.

James backed off a bit, his hands resting gently on my hips while Dave went back to peppering my neck with kisses, his hardness pressed against my butt. I stole a glance at James, noticing his distant gaze and flushed cheeks as he watched me, his fingers tracing my cheek softly.

"How do you pull it off? You're still perfect even when you're messing with my head," James muttered, and Dave snarled softly, leaning his head on my shoulder, their eyes locking for a moment. James' expression was hard, revealing a blend of frustration and reluctant acceptance.

"Why do you think I'm crazy about her?" Dave murmured, his lips trailing from my neck up to my jawline in a slow, deliberate path.

I sighed, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks as I sensed a kind of understanding forming between the three of us, albeit slowly; Dave and James were like two sides of the same coin, always had been, brothers of fire and anger even before all their pain had driven them apart. Was it such a shocker that they'd both end up falling for the same woman? Was it such a surprise that I'd end up loving them both?

Maybe we always knew it would eventually lead to this. Maybe we’d all been waiting for this moment, a collision of stars, like waves crashing on the shore on a rainy day. It was dangerous, but exhilarating — so much so that I almost wished we wouldn't cross this line, because I knew I could never come back.

But, at least from now, it seemed good enough to be worth it.

James took a step back, loosening his shirt’s buttons and slipping it off gradually, working on undoing his pants next. I watched him, feeling a shiver run down my spine as Dave's hands caressed my breasts softly. I let out a sigh as James came closer, and reached out, my fingers tracing the edge of his underwear slowly. James grunted, grabbing my hand on his and pressing it against the outline of his erection.

"No way," Dave grunted, clutching my wrist tightly, while James arched an eyebrow. "She's mine first. You can watch," he declared, and James chuckled, rolling his eyes with a smirk. Dave wrapped his arm around my waist, pivoting me to face him, and planted a slow kiss on my lips as I unfastened his shirt.

"Is this your way of proving I'm yours?" I whispered, and he grunted against my lips. "By fucking me in front of him?"

Dave didn't say a word; he guided me to the bed, laying me down and sliding off my panties before undoing his pants and lowering them. James joined us on the bed, shedding his underwear and stretching out, placing my head on his thigh and tenderly running his fingers through my hair, his gaze fixed on my face as he caressed it. Dave finished stripping, then climbed on top of me; I shut my eyes, letting out a soft moan as he pushed into me and I felt him spread me open. James let out a low, rough sound, leisurely stroking my hair. When I looked at him, I saw he held his hard cock in his hand, jerking it softly.

I shifted my gaze to Dave, who kissed me slowly, his intense hazel eyes serious as he pushed into me. His lips moved against mine, his tongue intertwining with mine as he thrust forcefully. I let out soft moans against his mouth, tears brimming in my eyes from the pleasure of feeling him inside me.

"Dave…" I whispered, and he groaned, pulling me close, our gazes locking in a heated embrace.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, urging him to go deeper, gripping his hair tightly. James growled, tilting my face up and guiding his cock to my lips. I eagerly opened my mouth, taking him in, and he moaned softly. Dave kissed my neck, sucking on the tender skin, leaving even more bruises that sent shivers down my spine, but I didn't mind. In that moment, all I could focus on was the sensation of James and Dave, both of them, with me, together.

"Fuck," Dave whispered in my ear, his actions growing more fervent. "If I knew it felt this good to have you with an audience, I would've suggested it ages ago."

"If I knew you'd be into it, I would've brought it up sooner," I whispered back, stroking James' cock slowly with my hand and sighing when Dave started to massage my clit with his fingertips. I moaned, gripping him tightly, and he shut his eyes, thrusting into me with more vigor.

"You're almost there, aren't you?" Dave whispered, and I nodded, unable to form words. James gently brushed away the tears of ecstasy that welled in my eyes, his touch so tender it sent shivers down my spine. I took him back into my mouth, and he let out a soft groan, moving slowly as I continued to pleasure him.

I let out a long, satisfied moan, tightening around Dave as waves of pleasure washed over me, leaving me trembling and breathless. Dave groaned, his face buried in my neck as he reached his own climax, his release flooding into me with a low grunt.

Taking a moment to catch my breath, I pulled James out of my mouth, my lips meeting Dave’s as he shifted beside me. He brushed the hair away from my face, planting gentle kisses along my neck and shoulders as I took James back in my mouth, meeting his gaze with a mixture of desire and satisfaction.

James tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding my movements as his hips rocked gently. His flushed face and parted lips revealed his arousal as I worked my tongue, eliciting soft sighs from him. Meanwhile, Dave's kisses grew more fervent, his hand trailing down to where my body was still slick with our fluids. His touch on my already overstimulated clit made me shiver, and I couldn't help but moan in response. James then bucked his hips forward with a moan, tightening his grip on my head, his release filling my mouth with a warmth that sent a thrill through me.

"Good girl," Dave murmured approvingly as James pulled away from my mouth, running a finger along my slightly swollen lips. I swallowed, feeling a rush of warmth and satisfaction. I turned to Dave, and he leaned in, planting slow kisses along my jawline. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment, but Dave gently cupped my face, urging me to look at him. "Don't shut your eyes, sweetheart," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. "We're not done with you yet."

I nodded, feeling my cheeks flush and my heart beat faster as Dave shifted away and James pulled me onto his lap, my legs wrapping around his hips as I sensed him growing hard once more. Dave let out a sigh, positioning himself behind me, his hands firmly on my waist providing support as he nibbled on my earlobe. I closed my eyes, nestling my face into James' neck and wrapping my arms around it as Dave raised my hips, allowing James to enter me with deliberate slowness.

This was gonna be a long, long night.

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groupiewhoreee · 2 years ago

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Imagine Kirk walking in Dave and you having sex and he’s a little bit embarrassed but it makes him kinda horny so he joins them ;) I would love a whole fic with this idea

hiii! omg yes. yes yes yes. my 2 favorite men. i love this idea thnx for requesting ittt!

Dave Mustaine x Y/N x Kirk Hammett

Warnings: Smut, heavy/filthy smut. Threesome. (Minors dnii! do nottt interact! But i cant force ya, so you can stay ig.)

Summary/Plot:In req by an lovely anon. <3

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Kirk's cold, slender finger tips landed onto the knob of the pale door that faced him. He twisted the knob anxiously. He walked in, before noticing you and Dave. "Holy shit! I'm so sorry—!" Hammett shouted, covering his eyes. Kirk was embarrassed. Pure embarrassment rushed thru his veins in hysteria. He looked over at you for a second, his eyes landing straight on ur tits. "You gonna watch us fuck or what?" Dave rolled his eyes, continuing to pound into you. He groped ur boobs, a luscious moan slipped. Kirk was aroused. He felt his dick grow in his pants. Your eyes fluttered open in ecstasy, ur eyes landed on Kirks bulge that popped thru his pants.

Kirk was starting to get horny at the sight of you two getting it on. "Mind if I— maybe, join you two?" Kirk asked. Dave looked at him. "What the hell? Absolutely not." Dave said, turning around. "Oh come on Dave, let him join in. Its fine." You said repeatedly. "Okay, whatever. What the fuck." Mustaine's eyes rolled back to space. Kirk nodded eagerly. Kirk stepped over to you and Dave. He dropped his pants as well as his boxers. His rock hard dick sprung up. Kirk gave you the signal to suck. You would grab Kirk's dick with ur soft hand. You started sucking, bobbing ur head on his cock. Dave continued to pound into you. His lips instantly clashed with urs. Kirk's head threw back. He groaned, gripping ur hair. His finger tips entangled into ur hair.

Kirk pulled his dick out of mouth, cum leaked and dripped onto ur face, it somewhat mixed into ur hair, making a filthy mess. Dave still pounded into you, his thrusts going more sloppy. He held onto ur waist tightly, enough to make bruises. Dave pulled out of you, he cummed on ur stomach. Kirk pushed Dave out of the way. "Don't fuckin' push me dickwad!" Dave pushed Kirk back. "Whatever you ass." Kirk rolled his eyes to the moon. He positioned himself at ur entrance. You bit ur lip. He slammed into you, going at a slow speed, but he started speeding up. You moaned out loud, while Kirk stretched you out. "Kirk!" You moaned. Dave jerked off while watching you two.

Dave came onto his hand, while Kirk pulled out of you and came on ur stomach as well. Kirk pulled his pants up as well as his boxers. Dave grabbed his pants and boxers, putting them on in an instant. "Damn," Dave muttered, walking to the sink in the bathroom and washing his hand off. Kirk and Dave started helping you get changed and everything. Kirk smiled while doing so. "That was fucking great man," Kirk said. "I guess, never had a threesome with a dickwad like you." Dave laughed, bumping Kirk. You just laughed, looking at the two boys. "Shut up!" Kirk bumped Dave.

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n3wstxd · 1 month ago

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𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐑/𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 - 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

warnings: blindfolds, bondage, anal sex, begging kink, no prep

nsfw under the cut :)

A pair of cold hands caress the contours of Dave’s form. Goosebumps follow in their wake, his muscles shuddering. The hands are calloused and rough against Dave’s soft skin, and he exhaled softly. The heavy breath against his neck was a contrast to the hands, warm and gentle as a mother’s caress.

He’s got his hands bound to the bedframe with some sort of soft material, his vision hindered by a blindfold. He has no choice to put complete trust in Junior, who seems to relish that. His lips brush gently against Dave’s ear, hands roaming his body adoringly. He traces Dave’s shape, outlining his abs and v-line.

Junior’s breath ghosts from his neck, trailing down and down and down until the warmth right against Dave’s hardened length. He shifts, biting down on his lower lip.

Junior doesn’t speak—Dave doesn’t think he will. Junior wanted to keep Dave in the dark, keep him from knowing his next move, keep him on the edge. It stirred something more primal in him, got his cock achingly hard.

Dave can only listen to the soft shuffling around in the room; there’s a tap on his hip, a sign for him to lift them. He does, and a pillow is placed under them. Strong hands part is thighs and hold onto his hips, Junior’s breath ghosting over his hole. He knows what’s coming, and his breath hitches.

Junior decided that he couldn’t just immediately go and please Dave, the way the ginger was so accustomed to. No, he wanted to draw this out. Take his time until Dave was begging for it, till his name was the only thing left spilling out of his mouth.

Dave can feel Junior lick a stripe across his inner thigh, cool against his warm skin. Junior takes a second to look at Dave, spread out on the bed, completely naked and helpless. His cheeks flush and he takes a deep breath to control himself.

“Junior..” Dave drawls, Junior reaches for the bedside table, grabbing a bottle of lube and squirting a generous amount on his palm. Junior lets the lube warm up for a second on his hand before reaching for one of Dave’s legs, spreading it to the side. Dave whines in anticipation, struggling against the confines of his handcuffs.

Junior looks at the ginger’s face, taking in all the emotions it expresses: impatience, eagerness, and anticipation, among other things. He starts to spread lube over Dave’s entrance, being careful and making sure it’s thoroughly lubed before he decides to do anything else. When he’s satisfied, he uses his other hand to spread the one he’d been using to lube Dave, spreading the ginger’s legs give himself a better view.

Dave squirms on the bed, and Junior thinks it’s a good time to have his leg cuffs bound to the bedframe as well. He reaches down and grabs the leather leg cuffs as well, fastening them to the bed frame. Dave is now spread completely open and immobile, at his mercy. Junior takes a step back and looks at Dave, admiring how good he looks like this.

He takes a second to take a deep breath in. The sight in front of him really is a sight to behold. Dave, spread out and helpless on the bed, desperate to be touched. He could get used to this.

Junior takes another minute to look over every part of Dave’s body, committing the image to memory for when they’re not together. When he’s satisfied, he moves back toward the bed and settles between Dave’s legs.

He looks up at Dave, taking in his face for a moment before he uses his hands to spread Dave’s legs further apart. Dave can only lay there and take it while Junior takes in the sight and adjusts himself so that he’s as close to him as he can manage.

He looks down at his own clothed body, and decides that something has to be done about that. He slides off the bed and quickly removes his own clothes, leaving them in a messy pile with Dave’s on the floor.

He gets back onto the bed and positions himself comfortably between Dave’s legs. When everything’s all settled, he looks up at him, looking at the blindfold. He can’t get enough of how Dave looks like this: helpless and at his mercy.

He reaches up to the blindfold and grips it in his hands. He looks at Dave’s face and thinks about taking it off, seeing the look in his eyes. But he decides to leave it on for now, knowing that it’ll drive the redhead even more crazy.

He looks at Dave and runs his hands up his stomach and chest. Dave has a surprisingly smooth and toned stomach. For someone who drinks as often as he does, he takes care of his body pretty well.

Junior continues to run his hands over Dave’s body, appreciating all of it. He’s already familiar with quite a lot of it from previous “sessions” together, but he can’t get enough of it. He’s got it all and it’s all spread out right in front of him, and he can’t help but admire it.

It’s a power trip, really. Having Dave like this right in front of him, all bound and unable to do anything unless Junior allows it. He’s completely at his mercy, and he knows it.

“Junior, please…” He notices how desperate Dave is getting, how much he wants to say something but can’t. It’s fun to tease him like this, but he himself is losing his self control too just by looking at Dave.

“Baby..” Dave pleads pathetically, pulling against the handcuffs. The pet name causes Junior to lose his last shred of self-control. He positions himself at Dave’s entrance and takes a deep breath in to try to calm himself down. He couldn’t be excited like he was a teenager again, no, he had to be calm.

“Give it to me already, don’t make me wait.” The ginger is starting to get impatient, and he knows it was only a matter of time before he starting speaking his mind. He’s begging. And that just turns Junior on even more.

He slowly pushes his way into Dave without prep, and the moan that comes from the ginger’s mouth is like music to Junior’s ears. He takes a second to let himself adjust around his thickness before he fully pushes in, enjoying the way Dave twitches, his fingers curling and uncurling. “Shit…shit, oh fuck..”

Junior slowly begins to move his hips, watching the way Dave responds to every movement. His breathing becomes shallow and he whimpers, and if Junior wasn’t already achingly hard, he sure would’ve been now.

He continues pushing himself in and out of Dave, enjoying the way the ginger is clenching around him, and the way the ginger looks, so desperate, but unable to do anything. It’s a sight for sore eyes, that’s for sure.

Junior glances at Dave, taking in the facial expression he has right now. His eyebrows are creased, his mouth open, and his head thrown back. He takes a second to take a deep breath, collecting himself.

“God, baby—you’re so big…” Dave praises, and it goes straight to Junior’s loins. The sight and sounds the guitarist were making is almost too much to bear. Junior knows he won’t last long if he keeps this up, but he doesn’t mind. He’s not going to be the one dealing with the aftermath.

He decides to change pace, stopping and pulls himself completely out before slamming back into the ginger. Dave keens, his head thrown back around the pillows with his red hair spread around like a golden halo of fire.

Junior moans, the sound of Dave crying out making him even more aroused, if that’s even possible. He likes it when Dave doesn’t have any words left to say, when all he can do is make little sounds and try to find something to say, but failing.

“Fuuuck—“, He keeps up this fast and rough pace, unable to hold back any of his moans any longer. Dave is starting to whimper even more, and that’s not helping things.

Junior loves the way Dave is falling apart beneath him. He loves the way his words are starting to fail him, the way he can’t use them to ask for what he wants. Instead, he’s resorted to making sounds, words not even forming on his tongue at this point.

“Oh, shit—baby please…I’m gonna-“ Junior knows Dave’s on the edge, begging for something. Anything. Anything that would push him over the edge. It’s kind of adorable, how hard the ginger’s trying to hold back. Even his voice is all broken up and everything.

He notices how close Dave is getting: his words are all broken up, the way his body is squirming to try and get more, the desperate look on his face even though his eyes are blindfolded. He keeps his pace steady. Not too fast, but slow enough to keep Dave on the edge.

“Not yet you’re not, not until you ask nicely.”

Dave bites his lip. “Please, cmon, give it to me, baby—!” Junior smiles down at Dave. He loves how desperate the ginger is right now, just wanting to get off so badly.

“Say it again. Plead.” He drawls.

“Pleasepleaseplease—Junior..!”

The sound of Dave practically sobbing out his pleas sends a shiver down Junior’ s spine. He’s going to give Dave what he wants, but not just yet. He’s so close, he wants to give in, but the allure of hearing him plead for release is too tantalising.

“One last time. Ask me nicely.”

“Please.”

He smirks, knowing that’s as nice of a “please” as he’s going to get from Dave at this point. Junior picks up his pace, determined to make the ginger come. He’s on the edge himself, but focused on the man right in front of him.

“I’m gonna come!”

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

The words are out of Junior’s mouth before he really thinks about them, but Dave listening to his command is such a turn on he doesn’t really care. Dave squeezes tight around him, spurts of come striping his chest white.

He can hear Dave moaning out his name as he finally comes, and the sound is enough to cause Junior’s own orgasm to hit him like a wave. His pace falters before pausing as he rides out his own orgasm, hips stilling. He rests his hands on the mattress, leaning forward.

“Fuck…that was good.” Dave breathes, the blindfold has smatters of wet spots��tears.

Junior pants, the building strain in his muscles ebbing away.

“Let’s go again.” Dave whispers. Junior laughs breathlessly.

“If that’s what you want..” He grins, a glint in his eye.

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