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| Another Sorrow, Another Breath; Lars/ James, early Metallica | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: November 13, 2009, 5:44 pm (14,633 Views) | |
| The Cosmic Gerbil | November 28, 2009, 6:05 pm Post #91 |
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Forbidden Forest Ranger
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Kirk was kind, bringing James a drink to help his throat And it was cute that James and Lars were in bed together
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| namenlos | November 29, 2009, 8:22 am Post #92 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Okay, I know you all wanted to hear James and Kirk have a heart-to-heart, but I thought it would have been redundant, with James rehashing his previous confession to Lars. But you girls aren't gonna be disappointed... oh no! Pt. 17 James’ POV The coffee I’d been drinking was now a black puddle on the coffee table in front of me, the dark brown liquid slowly creeping closer to the edge. I didn’t care. I’d knocked it over in my frenzy to turn the volume up on the TV. The words that had come from the reporter on the news echoed hauntingly in my head: “Megadeth frontman Dave Mustaine, aged 22, was found dead in his home this morning. No cause has been given and there are currently no suspects.” “Lars!” I yelled. “Kirk! Get the fuck in here, NOW!” Both Lars and Kirk shot out of their bedrooms and I immediately yelled at Kirk. “Where the fuck’s Cliff at, Kirk?!” “I-In our room, James, wh-” “Dave’s dead!” I cried, storming off. I’d left Lars and Kirk standing speechless in the living room, but I didn’t care. Fuck ‘em. I had a certain Mr. Clifford Lee Burton to deal with. I burst into Cliff’s and Kirk’s bedroom without knocking, and immediately went off on Cliff. “Dave’s dead!” I screamed, my fingers curling into tight fists. My knuckles were white with tension, and my face was red with rage. “He’s fucking dead, Cliff! Where the fuck were you all day and night, huh? Did you do this? Did you fucking kill him, Cliff?!” Cliff appeared shocked. “Wait -- Dave’s… dead?” “I just fucking said that, you fucking dick!” I yelled. “Now tell me where the fuck you were before I call the cops!” “I-I went home for a day, Jamie!” Cliff stammered. “C-Call my mom… I was there, Jamie, I swear!” I stormed out and immediately ran to the phone, dialing Cliff’s parents’ house. Cliff’s mom, Jan, answered. “Hello, Mrs. Burton,” I began politely. |
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| Agarwaen | November 29, 2009, 1:32 pm Post #93 |
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Frantic
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!!!!!!!!!! He did NOT! Please tell me it's not him!!!
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| Oh Hell | November 29, 2009, 1:46 pm Post #94 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Oooooooooh (dareisayyay?) I hope Cliff didn't kill him... but at least he can't cause any more trouble between James and Lars. Poor James though. |
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| Olyamet | November 29, 2009, 1:48 pm Post #95 |
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Jäger.....
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Noooo....he din't....he couldn't....I know he couldn't.....right?
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| Agarwaen | November 29, 2009, 2:31 pm Post #96 |
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Frantic
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Well... I almost said yay too because I can't stand Dave, but I don't want Cliff to be in trouble more than he is right now!!! |
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| Cliff Burton Lover... | November 29, 2009, 3:53 pm Post #97 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Don't kill me!!!!! Poor Dave. But I think the murderer is Junior because he's jealous. Just kidding.
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| Zack | November 29, 2009, 5:07 pm Post #98 |
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Outlaw Torn
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I think Lars and James should fuck already
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| namenlos | November 29, 2009, 8:00 pm Post #99 |
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I was wondering when someone was gonna notice that! Don't worry, JLars sex will be coming soon. Pt. 18 James’ POV “She wants to know if you made it home safely,” I said softly to Cliff, hanging up the phone. I hung my head. “Sorry for going off on you, man.” “Ah, don’t sweat it,” Cliff said, taking a seat at the kitchen table and lighting up a cigarette. “You were in shock.” I just stood in front of the phone, staring at the wall. Lars came into the kitchen, looked at Cliff, then looked at me. “It wasn’t Cliff,” I said quietly. “He was at his parents’ the whole time.” Lars came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. “You okay?” he whispered in my ear. I didn’t answer him. I just pulled away from him and retreated to our room. I kinda wanted to be alone, but Lars followed me, joining my side on my bed as I sat there trying not to cry. Lars put a hand and my back and softly stroked my hair. I buried my face in my hands and began sobbing. “Look, if you’d rather be alone, dude…” Lars trailed off, obviously not used to a crying James Hetfield. “No,” I said, choking back a sob. “I… just hold me,” I whined pathetically. Lars forced me to lie down on the bed, then he laid down facing me, using one hand to pull my head to his chest. It felt so good being there, it made me wonder why I ever did what I did. “I should’ve told you,” I sobbed into his bare chest. “Why’d I keep it all such a big secret? I should’ve just told you!” “Shhh…” Lars soothed. “I’m sure you were just scared.” I sniffed loudly. “Would you still be with me… knowing what a pansy I am?” “A pansy?!” Lars exclaimed. “Wait… is that what you think I am?” I laughed a little. Lars always had a way of putting things into perspective. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I wiped away my tears and looked at him. “Can we start over?” Lars looked baffled. “What?” “Let’s start from the beginning,” I tried to explain. “I, James Hetfield, want you, Lars Ulrich, to fuck me senseless.” Lars giggled. “I thought you’d never ask!” |
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| Olyamet | November 29, 2009, 9:07 pm Post #100 |
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Jäger.....
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Aaaaawwwwwwww....SO CUTE!!!!!
And Wooohooo to that!
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| Oh Hell | November 29, 2009, 9:23 pm Post #101 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Wheeeeeeeeew to that!
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| Mrs Ratfield | November 29, 2009, 11:31 pm Post #102 |
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Haifisch
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aaaaw - sex & crime - perfect!!! this story is getting more and more thrilling *bites fingernails*Ooooh - I'd like more of this crime story! Maybe James getting suspect of murder? Someone telling the police that he'd been in Dave's appartment? Maybe having to confess what he did with Dave during police questioning? And, of course, that James/Lars stuff is getting sizzling hot! can't wait to read more!
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| Cliff Burton Lover... | November 30, 2009, 2:15 am Post #103 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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*sighs in relief* I'm glad Cliff's innocent And well...............................ok, let's start from the beginning..............eagerly waiting for the next part
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| xSia | November 30, 2009, 5:27 am Post #104 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Amazing Lori.. That was so cute
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| namenlos | December 2, 2009, 4:23 am Post #105 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Thanks for reading and commenting, everyone. Pt. 19 Lars’ POV Holy shit, I never thought I’d be knuckle-deep inside of James Hetfield. Just goes to prove you never really, truly know a person. I crooked my fingertip slowly, carefully searching for his spot in the same way he does mine. “Lars,” James whined. “You’re fuckin’ killing me… gimme more…” “Sorry,” I whispered, removing my one finger and replacing it with two. My middle finger found and firmly massaged his spot, causing James to jolt and cry out loudly. I scissored my two fingers inside of him, mimicking the way he liked to prepare me. “Ohhh… fuck, Lars…” James groaned. I climbed on top of him, still moving my fingers inside, and began kissing him. He moaned into my mouth, arching his hips to press his hard flesh firmly against me. It slid against my belly, a small amount of slick fluid leaving a trail. “James,” I gasped, breaking the kiss. “Please…” “Yes,” James whispered his reply. “I’m ready.” I fumbled around for the bottle of lube I’d been using, finally finding it on the floor. It felt like it took forever just to get the damn thing open, and as I tried squirting some onto my hand, I missed completely and the stream of lube landed right on James’ belly. “Holy shit!” he gasped. “S-Sorry,” I stammered, blushing. What a focking dork! I scolded myself. I grabbed a discarded t-shirt from the floor and wiped James off. Then I tried the lube again, getting it in my hand this time. I thoroughly coated my cock with it, and placed myself at James’ entrance. “A-Are you sure you’re ready?” Damn it, I was nervous. James nodded, so I finally just plunged into him, easily sliding all the way in. I groaned. James was way tighter than any girl I’d ever been with. “Mmh… fock, you’re tight…” James grabbed the back of my head and pulled it close to his. “Do you like it?” his gruff voice questioned me. I nearly came right then and there. |
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And it was cute that James and Lars were in bed together






Don't worry, JLars sex will be coming soon.

4:50 AM Jul 11