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Trash; Slash, Pt.3 of the 'Pretty Little Rent Boy' saga, AU
Topic Started: August 2, 2011, 7:57 am (834 Views)
NineTails20
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Warning: Mentions of M/M sex acts, allusions to drug use. Angsty, Slutty Lars and EVIL Kirk ahead!



It had been three weeks since Lars had turned up at James' room and been the perfect embodiment of the whore James had asked him to be that night. He'd always thought Lars was sexy, but Lars had worn it like a second skin. James couldn't believe how easily playing the part had come to him. If he was being honest with himself, Lars was now firmly under his skin and he wasn't sure if he wanted Lars gone.


The Rainbow was pretty busy that Friday night, with both regulars and tourists mingling easily. A small crowd was forming around the trivia machine, watching as Lemmy hit another high score. Cheers broke out, and Lemmy walked away, grinning as he accepted a large Jack and Coke. A few people were having games of pool nearby, and Lynard Skynard was pumping out of the jukebox. James was toying with the idea of ringing Jason and asking him to stop by, just sink some beers , maybe shoot some pool and hang out.

He was just about to order beer number three,when he heard someone yell; “HEY, ULRICH!! LONG TIME, NO SEE, DUDE!!”. James turned in the direction of the voice to see Lars make his way towards the other end of the bar, slightly glassy eyed and swaying already. James wondered just how early Lars had started his weekend. He slid off of his barstool,and made his way to where Lars was already holding court.



Gone were Lars' usual clothes of a t-shirt and jeans. Instead he wore something similar to what he'd worn the night they'd fucked in the hotel room. Simple black shoes on his feet this time, black leather pants and a plain white shirt. Black jacket casually slung across his shoulders. What really shocked James was the fact that Lars was wearing even more make up than he'd ever done before. Glassy eyes were surrounded by coal black eyeliner and shadow, the lights in the bar showing up a hint of glitter. His lips shimmered an impossibly pale shade of pink, and James was willing to bet that they smelled faintly of strawberry.

He watched as Lars hugged and kissed people, shook hands and threw high fives at others in the circle of friends, and decided to go over and say hi later. God forbid he should interrupt Lars' social life.



Two hours and several beers later, and James was wondering where Lars had disappeared to. One minute, he'd been chatting away to a group of people. The next, he'd seemingly vanished into thin air. James had swivelled around on his stool, trying to see where Lars had gone to. He caught Lemmy's eye at the other end of the bar, but Lemmy merely shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. There was only one thing for it. James would have to get up and find him.

He'd already done two laps of the pool tables, and checked in the men's room, without success. Lars was so good at socialising, he could be pretty hard to pin down at the best of times. James cursed him under his breath as he made his way towards the booths near the back of the bar.


It was as he approached the last booth on his left that he heard it.


Soft moans, clothes rustling, and the sound of kisses being broken wetly apart. A long, drawn out sigh echoed off of the walls, and James smiled to himself. So this is where the fucker was hiding......probably with a lapful of pussy. He tried his best to sneak up on Lars, footsteps muffled as best as he could manage.

“Oh god.....do that again.....”, moaned Lars as James stuck his head around the corner of the booth.

James found himself rooted to the spot in shock.

There was Lars, sitting on some guy's lap, head thrown back as the guy licked and sucked a trail down Lars' neck and shoulder. Hands roamed over and under clothes, Lars moaning like a two dollar whore as the guy's teeth sank into his neck. He pulled away, crashing his mouth down on the guy's mouth and James shuddered as he watched Lars' tongue snake its way past wet lips, pulling back to capture his lover's bottom lip with his teeth and making him moan.

James was rooted to the spot,unable to move as he watched Lars turn the guy into a pliable lump of jello with just his mouth and hands. Lars moved back slightly, far enough for James to watch as he deftly opened the guy's pants with one hand. It disappeared beneath the waistband and the guy groaned as Lars pulled him free. He started to pump the hard cock in his hand, eyes hooded with lust and unfocused.


Lars began to pull away from the kisses, and shimmied back off of the lap he was sitting on. James could just make out what Lars said.......


“So hard......you want me to suck you off? I'm good at that.....such a good boy at sucking dick....”.


He couldn't listen, couldn't watch any more. James rounded the corner, reached out and grabbed Lars by the back of his collar and yanked him off of the lap he was sitting on.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?”, Lars yelled, trying to kick out of the death grip James had on him. James ignored the screaming Dane, just dragged him back through through the bar and gave him the patented 'Hetfield Death Glare'. Which worked until James threw Lars into his car and slammed the door shut on him.

The yelling started up again as soon as James got into the driver's seat.


“YOU FUCKING PRICK!! YOU JUST COST ME FIFTY FUCKING BUCKS, YOU ASSHOLE!!!”.


James threw another glare at Lars, and yelled right back at him.


“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING? ANYTHING COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU!”


Lars crossed his arms and pouted. And no-one pouted quite as effectively as a sulking Lars Ulrich.

“Well......I would have been sucking dick if you hadn't stuck your nose in.”. And silence fell in the car as James tried to digest that latest bombshell. He stood on the accelerator with slightly more force than was nesscesary, and they were both pushed back into their seats as the car sped away.

“But why? Why the fuck are you doing.....that?”, James eventually asked. Lars rubbed his nose and sniffed loudly.

“Because I like it, and because I can.”, he replied. He didn't look at James, just kept staring out of the window and watched the cars outside speed by. Another loud sniff.

“And why are you taking that fucking shit for? Again?”.

“Who the fuck are you, Torben? I don't answer to you, oh Mighty Hetfield, so fuck off.”

“What made you think all of this was actually a good idea? Christ......are you insane?”. James couldn't even begin to get into Lars' head. Right now, he wasn't even sure that was a good idea.

“What is this, anyway? Twenty Questions? Just fucking drop me off somewhere, I'll get a cab back!”, snapped Lars, eyes narrowed. James ignored him yet again.

“Oh, FUCK YOU!!”, Lars yelled, and thumped the dashboard when James didn't pull over.

“Before or after you suck some dick?”. Fucking take THAT, Lars.

Lars either hadn't got an answer to that, or he just wasn't going to rise to the bait. Either way, the rest of the journey passed in an awkward silence.



“JAMES HETFIELD, YOU BASTARD, PUT ME FUCKING DOWN NOW!!”. Lars was now thrown over James' shoulder, yelling at the top of his voice. Normally, this would have pissed James off no end, but right now, he didn't give a shit. Lars pounded his fists off of James' back, and let rip with a string of swear words he didn't understand.

“Swearing at me in that poxy language of yours isn't going to help. Now shut the fuck up!”.

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME, LET ME FUCKING GO!!”.

Several elderly guests stared at them as James carried a screaming Lars through the residents bar on his shoulders.

“Don't mind him, he's Danish.”, James said, smiling sweetly before pressing the button to call the elevator. Only when James had carted Lars into the elevator did he finally put him down.

“Stand there and shut the fuck up. Open your mouth once more, and I swear, I'll smack you one.”. Lars settled for glaring at James. Several minutes passed in silence, James staring at the numbers lighting up as the lift ascended. Lars was no longer glaring at James, but never took his eyes off of him. And James was beginning to feel a tad uncomfortable.

“Jaaaamieee......”.

James tried to ignore the childhood nickname that now only Lars used. And he only used it when he was either drunk, high, or when he wanted something. Right now, Lars was all three. He was so high, James could smell it off of him as Lars moved closer.

“Jaaaaaamieeee.....you know I didn't really want that other guy, don't you? I mean, when he was kissing me, I was thinking of you. And when I asked him if he wanted me to suck him off......”. Lars' hands reached down to the waistband of James' jeans, fingers pushing their way underneath. One hand cupped James's cock and began to rub it to hardness. James tried not to give into Lars' ministrations, but his body was saying different.

“I was thinking of when I had your cock in my mouth.”. Lars damn near moaned at the memory. James closed his eyes, and tried to block out Lars' voice.

“You tasted so good,Jamie....”.


The button holding James' jeans closed popped open.


“Want to taste you again......”

The sound of his zipper being pulled down echoed off of the walls, the elevator closing in around James' ears. Lars had slid gracefully to his knees,was now nuzzling at James' crotch.

“Let me suck you off again, Jamie.....you want me to....”.



“No. Get fucking up, Lars. You're drunk and you're as high as a fucking kite.”. James shoved Lars away, roughly and did his jeans up.

“Your loss.”.


The elevator finally reached the floor where their rooms were, and Lars found himself unceremoniously dragged out and up the corridor by the collar.

“JAMES, YOU DICK! LET GO, YOU'RE CHOKING ME!”

James said nothing, just kept dragging Lars towards his room, determined to find out just when Lars thought throwing himself at total strangers was a good idea. He wasn't going to think too much about the fact Lars was willing to take payment for services rendered. The thoughts of it made him sick. Lars just kept yelling at James to let him go, to get off of him. James ignored it all until he finally got to his room.


Opening a door with one hand while trying to keep Lars from running away was not easy, but he managed it. Kicking the door closed behind him, James pushed Lars towards the bed, and watched as Lars landed in a heap on the mattress. Lars just grinned.


“Ooooh. Now if this was what you wanted, I could have just blown you in the elevator and have done with it.”.

Lars now looked far beyond wasted; pupils blown wide, a sheen of sweat on his body and barely capable of speaking clearly. Every word was an effort. James only felt disgust as he watched Lars try to convince James he was sober.

“You can drop the rent boy act, Lars. We're not in public anymore, so you can stop trying to earn that Oscar, okay?”, James spat out. Lars just tried to glare at James, but in his fried state, failed miserably.

James sighed.There wasn't any point in trying to have a conversation with Lars. Not while he was this fucked up. So he picked Lars up yet again, and carried him towards the bathroom. Lars could only giggle wildly.

“James Hetfield, you're my hero.....”, he managed to spit out, before dissolving into hysterical laughter.

“Fuck you.”.

“Come on, Jaaaaaamieeee......you know you want to.”.

James' reply was a barely muted grunt of disgust, as he turned the shower on full blast. Lars found himself thrown head first under the jets of now ice cold water, yelling as he was drenched.

“FUCK! Motherfucker, what the fuck are you doing?”. Lars was soon drenched, water seeping through his clothes, hair stuck to his face. His once perfectly applied eye make up was now running in thick black streams down his face,and he was shivering violently.

“You weren't making much sense, since you decided to get all out blasted. Thought this would speed up the process of sobering you up.”, grinned James.

“It'll give me fucking pneumonia first, you cunt! Let me out of here!”. Lars had now managed to crawl into the corner of the shower, arms wrapped around his knees as he tried to get the heat back into his body. James finally took pity on him, turned the water off.

“Come on, I'll help you out of there.”.

“I can't move. My legs are frozen stiff, and it's your fucking fault.”.

Lars crawled back towards James, grateful when James' arms slipped around his waist and pulled him up to standing. It was as they came to the doorway that James stopped Lars.

“You'll drip all over the carpet, and then we'll end up having Tim chewing our ears off over the bill. Get 'em off.”.

Lars couldn't resist.

“That'll cost you fifty bucks.”. It earned him a glare from James. Lars rolled his eyes.

“Try to give a guy a fucking discount, out of the goodness of your heart, and that's the thanks you get....”

“Look, you've got a choice. Either you take the wet clothes off, throw 'em in the bathroom and get dried, or you can keep throwing yourself at me,keep the clothes on and stay wet. No skin off of my nose.”, replied James. And even as he spoke, Lars was trying to wriggle out of his soaking wet trousers, the leather squeaking as he pushed them down his thighs.

“You're loving this, aren't you? Just fucking standing there, watching me trying not to fall on my ass. Let's face it, James......you want this ass.”, Lars smirked, and threw his wet shorts over his shoulder. They caught James in the face, and it was all James could do to not throw Lars onto the bed and fuck him silly.

The jacket and shirt were next to be peeled off, and it was as Lars threw them into the bathroom that James saw it. Livid, black and purple, stretching from his left shoulder blade down to just above his right hip. It looked fresh....at least two days old. James' mouth engaged before his brain did.


“Okay.....what the FUCK is that?”, he managed to grit out. Lars froze, tried to straighten up without wincing.

“I have no clue what you're on about.”, Lars replied. His voice was now cold, emotionless. He was hiding something,thought James, and he was going to wheedle it out of him if it was the last thing he did.

“You know damn well what I'm on about. You've got a fucking huge bruise across your back. Not only that, but you show up at The Rainbow totally baked and end up in some asshole's lap offering him a blow job, and you have the neck to play innocent?”.

Lars whipped around,showering the nearby furniture and wall with water.

“Look, pal, I didn't ask you to play Prince Charming tonight, okay? I didn't ask you to come creeping after me, and I certainly didn't ask you to do me out of a decent blowjob!”. Lars was now keeping a very tenuous hold on his temper, and beginning to shake. He went back into the bathroom, and took one of the large bathrobes from its hook on the back of the door.

“No,maybe you didn't. But I don't know what the hell's going on in that thick Danish head of yours lately! Fucking hell......you're all out throwing yourself at anyone and everyone!”. James watched as Lars stomped around the room, refusing to answer any questions, throwing up walls in order to protect himself.

“Has it ever occurred to you that I actually LIKE doing what I'm doing? That I get off knowing that I can give up control once in a blue moon? And that I WANT to just let someone take me the way they fucking want to?”. Lars was now visibly trembling,face pale with rage. “I'm sick of being the one who has to be sensible, sick of having to fucking babysit everyone else!”.

Lars sighed, sat at the end of the bed. James was still confused by Lars' actions lately, still didn't know why he wanted to place himself in the hands of total strangers.

“Seems a bit much......just to get your kicks. What happens if you get picked up by a total weirdo?”.

“I'm a big boy, James. I can handle it. I can handle myself,yeah?”, replied Lars. “And cell phones are a great invention. They even let me call for an ambulance!”.

James just stared at Lars. Tried to figure out if Lars was really whoring himself out for the money, or if it was just because he got a kick out of it. It whirled around James' mind, and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't come to grips with it. He reached out, tried to pull Lars into an awkward, reassuring hug.


“Don't touch me, James. Just.....don't.”. Lars just got up from the bed, picked up his wet clothes and made his way to the door. James could only watch as Lars walked out, and wondered what had happened to his friend to make him this cold and detached.




Jason stared at the TV screen, eyes wide and bile rising in his throat.

This wasn't real. It couldn't be. This wasn't the Lars Ulrich that he knew. It definitely wasn't the Lars that tried to beat the shit out of him back in 1993. Because the Lars Jason knew was a control freak, and the Lars he watched on the screen now was so far out of control it wasn't funny.

He glanced over at Kirk, who was sitting on the opposite end of the couch. Kirk was smiling.

No.

Kirk was fucking beaming, like a father watching his kid take their first steps. And that not only made Jason feel even more nauseous, he wanted to beat the fucking shit out of Kirk.

“Isn't he beautiful?”, Kirk asked him. The Lars on the screen was now moaning loudly as the nameless man in the video fucked him, a stream of garbled nonsense falling from Lars' lips. He was completely gone, lost in the moment, and Jason could tell by looking at him that Lars was very much on something.

“What did you do to him?”, Jason managed to ask Kirk. “There's no way Lars would have agreed to this. None at all.”.

“Oh.....I have my ways. I can be very persuasive when I need to be. And you have to admit, Lars looks stunning when he's getting fucked. He looks even better when he's on his knees, sucking dick like a pro. Which, I'll admit, he is now. And making good money, too.”.

Jason just stared at Kirk, while Lars' voice went up a notch in the background. “I'm not too sure what you mean. Are you trying to tell me that.....that Lars gets paid for this? That you actually make him fuck strangers?”.

Kirk grinned.

“Give the man a cookie. Of course I do, why do you think he's been spending so much time with me? Mind you, he likes to keep this kind of thing separate from the band. God forbid James finds out. He'd kill Lars.....and an unhappy Lars doesn't make me money.”.

“Somehow, I get the feeling that you don't want to protect Lars, you just don't want James to kick your ass. You know as well as I do how protective James is of Lars.”

“Actually, I do. And to be honest, it makes me sick. But then again, James isn't going to find out, is he?”.

Jason looked at Kirk, puzzled. “And what makes you think I won't tell James what you're doing to Lars?”.

“Because you know that James would leave Metallica in a heartbeat if he knew just how much of a slut Lars is. See, I'm the only one who knows what Lars needs. What he really wants. This whole control freak thing, it's just an act. Lars likes to think that he's the one in control, when in reality, he wants someone to control him. And that's what I'm here for.”.

Jason felt the bile rise again, along with his anger.

“James just doesn't get Lars, not like I do. James likes to think he's Lars' brother, that he knows him better than anyone else. But he doesn't know that the little rent boy shit isn't an act. That's who Lars really is, and if you ask me, Lars loves it. So, not a word to James about this home movie. Can't have the Mighty Hetfield ruining my business.”, said Kirk. He reached across for the remote control, and turned the volume up.

Jason was disgusted by what he saw, what he heard.....and knew he had to do something.
Edited by Broken, Beat & Scarred, February 2, 2012, 2:17 pm.
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BleedingSoul
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loved it.

and Kirk always so mischevious, but I do love him in this. :)
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August 2, 2011, 8:40 am
loved it.

and Kirk always so mischevious, but I do love him in this. :)
Believe me, by the time you read the next part.....you'll hate him. Or at the very least, you'll strongly dislike him.


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James to the rescue. :heart: And Kirk being sly about the whole situation, can't say I agree with what he's doing. Poor larsy.
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I love James in this fic :heart:
but poor Lars! Ugh I don't like Kirk's attitude. >> not one bit.
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Omg, Kirk's so freakin evil, horrible, and sly. It's so different and it's kinda hot to have Kirk this different.

Great story! :tu:
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August 4, 2011, 6:55 pm
It's so different and it's kinda hot to have Kirk this different.

i agree 100%. :lol:
it's indeed different.
but i loved it!
kirk, you bad boy.
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