Bandom One-shots book 3

Strings Of Fate (Dave Mustaine x Kirk Hammett)

~Setting: Mid-1980s, Los Angeles. The rock scene is thriving, and Metallica and Megadeth are making waves in the metal world. Also happy birthday Dave Mustaine! Will also feature: James Hetfield x Jason Newsted and Lars Ulrich x Steven Adler~

~Dave Mustaine POV~

Ugh, there's always been a tension between me and Kirk and we've been acquaintances for years. We both crossed paths in the metal world a lot, with him replacing me in Metallica and I started a band, Megadeath. And we were just fucking booked to support Metallica on a god damn U.S tour! We are going to be forced to spend more time together, great just fucking great.

All we exchanged were snarky remarks and competitive banner. "So, Kirk, how's it feel to play solos that don't involve an entire clinic's worth of scales?" I said glaring at him as he rolled his eyes. "Oh, I didn't realize we were having a shred-off. I thought we were just trying to make music, Dave." He said as I growled. 

~The next day. After Metallica just performed~

"Nice solo up there, Kirk. I didn't know 'minimalist' was in style." I said laughing as he glared. "Glad you noticed, Dave. It's called 'focusing on quality over quantity.' But I'm sure you'd prefer more notes to drown out your own stage presence" He said as I just looked shocked. 

~The next day on the tour bus~

Can you fucking believe it? We're sharing a god damn tour bus! "I heard your latest track. It's got some interesting... decisions" Kirk spat at me as I growled. "Yeah? Well, at least I'm not writing songs about my cat's favorite spots on the couch. Just saying" I said as he gasped in shocked as he flipped me off. 

Now I'm hanging with this groupie and we're talking about tour stories. "You know, I've heard stories about Metallica's early days. Was it true you guys used to think washing your hair was a myth?" I said looking at Kirk. "And I've heard stories about your old band. Was it true they had a 'How to be a Drama King' handbook?" He said as the groupie laughed at him as I stormed off. 

Now I'm setting up for Megadeath's part of the show. "Nice rig you've got there, Dave. I didn't know they made amps with a '50s throwback setting" He said as I growled. "Oh, so that's where you get your tone, playing it safe. I guess some people just like their sound to be a little too clean" I spat back as he flipped me off and stormed off. 

He followed me apparently as I turned quickly glaring at him. "I see you've perfected that 'lost in thought' look. It must be exhausting pretending not to care" I spat. "It's called 'looking contemplative.' It's a shame you're too busy looking like you're about to start a fight with the nearest mic stand." He said as I crossed my arms. "Yeah? Well how's it feel being in a band where you're not the one everyone's arguing with?" I spat as he growled. 

"Pretty good. But hey, if you ever need to start an argument, I'm sure I can squeeze in a few notes to keep you entertained." He spat back crossing his arms. "How about when you left Metallica? I didn't realize it was a permanent thing" He said as I growled. "Oh yeah, well, not all of us need a band to get recognition. Some of us are capable of being famous on our own" I spat as James just shook his head. 

But finally after some days of sharing the same tour bus we started to open up to each other, sharing childhood memories and even stories about the band. I started to see the more vulnerable side of him and I think he was starting to admire me. "Kirk-" I said leaning closer as he immediately kissed me as I felt butterflies in my stomach. "Dave~" He moaned softly as I snaked my hands up his shirt as he gasped. I threw it off as he whimpered. 

I threw my shirt off as he blushed, biting his lip as I chuckled and smashed our lips together again, pulling him closer to me as he moaned, wrapping his arms around my neck. "Dave~" He whined as I threw off the rest of our lips as he gasped. I could feel our cocks rubbing against each other as he whined. I purposefully continued to rub them together as he moaned. "Ahh! Ahh! Dave! Dave!" He moaned as I smirked, keeping up my movements. 

"DAVE!" He screamed as he came all over our stomachs and shafts as I gasped, doing the same as it looked like fucking Christmas on our stomachs. "Jesus" I said looking at the mess as he whimpered. "I'll go get us a towel" I said as he grabbed me. "No- please" He said as I looked at the mess. "Kirk I have to clean this" I said getting up as I stepped over our clothes and grabbed some paper towels as I cleaned us both up.

He grabbed me as he smashed our lips together as my eyes widened in surprise, my god he's got a lot still left in him. I sighed and pulled him off, "Kirk not tonight" I said as he frowned and crossed his arms. 

~The next day~

"You know, Kirk, sometimes I think you're just waiting for me to screw up. It's like you're secretly rooting for me to fail, especially after leaving Metallica" I said looking at him as he looked hurt. "Are you kidding me, Dave? I've been nothing but supportive! You're the one who's always bringing up old grudges and pushing everyone away" He said crossing his arms as I growled. "Supportive? Really? Every time something goes wrong, you act like it's no big deal, like you're just waiting for me to mess up so you can say, 'I told you so.'" I spat as he glared at me.

"That's not fair! I've had my own struggles, too. I'm here for you, but I can't fix everything. You think I'm just sitting back and enjoying your failures? That's not how it is!" He yelled throwing his hands in the air. "It sure feels that way! Every setback I've had, every struggle, it's like you're just standing there with that judgmental look on your face. Maybe you're just scared of my success because it makes you look bad" I yelled throwing my hands in the air too. 

"Scared of you? Don't you dare put that on me. I'm not scared. I'm frustrated because you're always turning everything into a competition. I'm here, trying to support you, but all you do is push me away and blame me for your issues" He yelled poking my chest. "Blame you? It's not just blame! It's the way you dismiss my feelings, the way you act like everything I do is beneath you. I'm tired of feeling like I'm the problem in this relationship" I yelled pushing him back.

"Maybe you wouldn't feel like that if you stopped making everything about your insecurities! I'm doing my best to be here for you, but you're making it impossible. I'm done with this constant bickering!" He yelled pushing me. "Yeah, because that's all you're willing to do, run away from the problem instead of facing it. Maybe I need someone who actually sees me, not just a reflection of their own fears" I said crossing my arms as I saw tears in his eyes. 

"And maybe I need someone who's willing to trust and not constantly assume the worst. I'm trying to build something with you, but you're tearing it down with your doubts and accusations!" He yelled as I was hurt too. "Maybe it's better if we take a step back and figure out if we can even make this work, because right now, it feels like we're just spinning our wheels and hurting each other" I said sighing as a single tear fell down my face. "Fine. If that's what you need to do, then do it. But don't expect me to just sit around and wait for you to come to your senses. I need to know if you're truly committed or if this is just another mess." He said grabbing his clothes as he left, I just collapsed onto the chair crying. 

What have I done....

~A few hours later~

"GREAT JUST FUCKING GREAT!" I yelled throwing the newspaper at the door. He just fucking left and already told the public about our issues and relationship! Just what I fucking needed! I decided to end the tour early, quit while I'm ahead and just go home. I just needed to be alone, for a while. 

~After a couple months~

There was a knock at the door as I looked up from my magazine a bit confused. I set it down as I opened the door, "Kirk..." I said as he threw his arms around me bawling his eyes out as I looked dumbfounded. Was this really happening? "Dave....I'm sorry! I'm so fucking sorry! I love you!" He said as I softened, wrapping my arms around him as he sighed contently, burying his face in the crook of my neck as I sighed, leaning into him. 

"I love you too" I said as he smiled. "Never leave me-" He said bringing me in for a kiss as I immediately kissed back. "I never will"

~Strings Of Fate~