The Beast And The Harlot.

Chapter 2 - "The man in question"

A/N: I'm on holiday as I write this so sorry if it was up later than you expected! I'm also writing other fan fictions/slashes too, so I guess this is just a heads up! I have a twitter and Instagram and other shit if you want to follow, just ask for the name! Anyway I hope you like this chapter, it took ages to write, sorry if it doesn't make sense! again criticism good or bad is always welcome!

The sculpted muscular man was still fast asleep in the double bed in which I had just carefully stumbled from, still oblivious to the world around him. Phew. The thin white white sheet covering only up to his lower abdomen revealing his vast array of tattoos obviously done by a very talented tattooist. I loved my tattoos but his were done with such precision and thoughtfulness I couldn't help but feel slightly jealous sometimes. His brown hair sticking up in every direction. "fuck" I managed to whisper. This man still made me gasp every time I saw him with or with out clothes. It was unlikely a man this day and age to be found beautiful, yes handsome maybe, but beautiful was very unheard of and this man was truly beautiful.

I tip-toed into the bathroom and shut the door very slowly still trying to not wake sleeping beauty (I can't believe I just called him that ahah! I'll have to use that for later!). Splashing some very needed cold water on my face and wiping it with the worn out towel the that the hotel provides and everyone uses. Feeling a little more refreshed, I looked up and nearly shit myself, sleeping beauty was standing in the door way, naked, crossing his arms over his torso. How did he get to the door without making a noise? I felt every urge pull against me to look down towards his manhood. A blush crept to my face "sleeping bea.. I..I mean Syn h..ha..have you just woke up from sleeping?" hopefully he didn't notice that!

"What?, of course I have you fucking idiot! you've just woke up next to me!" Syn chuckled.

I couldn't have got any more crimson in the face! wait why is he being nice to me? normally he ignores what we do when the others aren't around! must be something in the water I thought to myself,

"what's up Zack?" Syn asked walking towards me, his right eyebrow cocked up in a James Bond style, which broke me out of my daze

"nothing, nothing's wrong" I stuttered out too quick, hoping he didn't notice my mess up just like the one earlier, I honestly wish I could just tell him.

"Dude something is definitely wrong with you!" shit. He did notice. "come on Zack we're friends here, what's up?" He asked me again. Ugh! that's the problem! we're friends and you still treat me like shit and never acknowledge what we do! I screamed in my mind.

"Zack What. is. wrong" Syn sternly said, not talking silence for an answer again.

"I..I don't know?" it was more like a question than an answer, I hoped he would just leave it.

Sighing, Syn moved closer to me, near enough touching his forehead to mine "maybe this will at least make you in a better mood than what you're already acting like"

"w..wh?" but before I could finish Syn had enclosed the space between us and was pressing his full rosy lips on mine. Normally these moments would be more lustful and over quickly, something wasn't right, my mind wouldn't shut up and my gut was telling me something was wrong as soon as he entered the bathroom.

"Okay, fine!, stop!" I shouted, pushing him off me, "Syn, you're never normally this way! I should be asking if there's anything wrong with you!, normally when you're this close to me, you just want a good fucking or its when we're on stage! so leave me alone!"

"And?! you like a good fucking!" he shouted back at me, the anger was in my veins making my blood boil, how dare he turn this back on me?! "You know what?! I've had enough of your whiny little bitching, worse than my ex seriously, I'm leaving" Syn stated as he walked into the bedroom/main area of the hotel room, pulled on his clothes and left, leaving me behind, gobsmacked, confused, angry and even worse, naked.