The Bet – Nick/Eminem

Nick had lost the bet. He sighed. He was constantly reminding himself that he should never bet against AJ. The man always won. He had like psychic abilities or something. Nick
shoved his hands in his pockets and thought to himself that AJ should play the fucking lottery instead of making bets with him. He looked up at the numbers on the door. 1537. One large bodyguard stood outside the door looking rather menacing. Nick sighed
again. “Hey,” he said to the bodyguard. He got a nod inresponse. Nick cleared his throat. “Um, can I knock?”
“Mr. Mathers does not want to bothered right now,” he was told.

Nick nodded again. “But you see… I need to talk to him..um… about something…”

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Masochist – Eminem/JC Chasez, past JC Chasez/Justin Timberlake

*NOTE: This story does not seek to pass judgement whatsoever.  There is a fine line where kink can evolve into abuse.  This is a story about that fine line.

Chapter One

Eminem cursed as he got out of the limo. “Fucking paparazzi. Fucking award shows. Fucking everything.” He ran his hands down his shirt. He looked over at Dre who nudged him forward. Slowly he made his way down the red carpet, answering questions of the reporters, nodding in all the right places. Funny how being a rebel still means fitting between the lines. Running his hands down his face he walked through the front doors of whatever the hell building they were in this time. `Fuck they all run together,’ he sighed. The young girl led him and Dre and the four other large black men to their seats. He slumped down into his seat. He let out another sigh and Dre looked down at him. “Dude, think about it this way: this is research for future albums.”

Em laughed. “Good point, but fuck Dre, I hate these damn things. They’re all fucking rigged anyways.” Dre flicked him in the head and leaned over to talk to the man on the other side of Em. Continue reading

Magic Man – Zak/Nick/Aaron

Chapter One

Nick started it, really. Or it could have been Aaron. Who brought the weed again? That was definitely Aaron. Yes definitely. And it was good. Zak felt good. He was floating above the bed he was sitting on, joint between his fingers. Nick sat across from him in the desk chair. When he laughed, Zak saw the musical notes come out of his mouth.

Ok, maybe it was Zak that started it.

He wanted to capture those notes. He had never seen musical notes come out of someone’s mouth before. “Aaron, bro, are you sure this shit isn’t laced with anything?” Zak asked.

Aaron lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. “Dude said that it was clean, but man… its some good shit.”

 

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To Wrangle a Dixon – Rick/Daryl

Chapter One

The sweat glistening on his skin, dripping down his arms in small rivers did not go unnoticed as Daryl hauled the deer carcass through the gate that Carl and Carol had opened for him. He looked up at Rick as he came through, the sheriff with his hands on his hips just eying the battered man as he walked in, deer dragging behind him. “Lost the truck. Ran out of gas. We’ll have to go back for it. I didn’t think it’d take that much. There might be a leak,” he said matter of factly as he dropped the legs and bent down to inspect his kill. “Meat should still be good though.”

Rick just nodded as several people came running down to help Daryl with the deer. They hoisted it up on their shoulders and hauled it off to be cleaned for dinner that night. The whole camp slowly started to come out of the prison, mumbles being heard from them all. Word spread quickly when Daryl was seen walking up as extra support was needed to fend off the walkers from attacking him and the best meal they had had in weeks. A feast was definitely in order tonight.

 

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Night – Zak/Nick

Nick sat in his car in the driveway white-knuckling the steering wheel, engine humming softly. She just didn’t understand. Throwing the car into reverse, he slammed on the gas, careening out of the driveway, shifted and didn’t even stop for the stop sign at the end of the block. He wasn’t sure where he was going, what he was doing, or hell, where he was even spending the night. Calling friends to stay with them was out of the question. They’d want to know what the fight was about and Nick was just not ready to face up to that aspect of himself yet.

Rounding a corner, the Strip came into view. Destination finally in mind, Nick’s heart started to calm slightly. He pulled up to the first grand hotel he came across and handed the keys to the valet. “Luggage, sir?” he asked.

 

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Memory – Zak/Nick

Chapter One

Nick slowly opened his eyes. His body hurt; his head throbbed from the one too many glasses of wine the night before. At least he had made it to the bed and gotten his clothes off. He closed his eyes and rolled over, expecting to wrap his arms around the small frame of his wife. Instead, he was met with hard muscle. Panic instantly hit him but Zak smiled in his sleep, nuzzling into the warmth of Nick’s neck and chest.

Nick froze. He ran his hands down Zak’s side and over his naked hip. Zak smiled into Nick’s neck, placing a soft kiss at the base before rolling over and sitting up on the edge of the bed. He rolled his shoulders, arching his back, stretching himself out. Nick’s head was foggy and throbbing but he found himself watching the movements of the lines and contours of his body.

 

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Let Me Show You How to Move – Zak/Nick

Chapter One

Nick watched Zak move to the music, his body glistening with sweat. He wasn’t sure if it was from the heat of the club, his dancing, or the amount of alcohol he had drank that night already, or a combination of the three, but he didn’t care. Zak looked up as Nick walked over to him. He outstretched his hand, and, without thinking, Nick took it. He was pulled in close enough to hear Zak say over the music, “Come dance, Nicky!” A nickname that he had never liked that Zak only used when he was drunk, but at this point, Nick was drunk enough himself to let him.

 

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