[OPEN] mixed tape of your favorite band.

[jaxton matthew sanders]

Jaxon stepped out of the tattoo parlor, and into the cool night air. Or cool for Vegas, anyways. It was summer, the heat was bound to be rough. But that's what you got yourself into when you moved here. He stopped under one of he street lights, looking at the tattoo wrapped in plastic. It wasn't much, a guitar pick on his wrist. But his old job had meant the world to him until everything had crumbled. Now the guitar picks of the guitarist and singer were all he had, and he kept those on a chain around his neck at all times.

His bright, glowing blue eyes scanned the streets, but he didn't really see anybody.

'Of course you aren't seeing anyone, Jack. It's night. Who's out during the night?' That voice asked. He hadn't figured out who it was, but it had been there all his life.

'Well, I'm out.. So there has to be someone here to take home.. Or into an old building or something. I just need to get my hands on someone..' He thought, and the voice was silent for the time being. He made his way slowly down the sidewalk, his eyes glowing faintly.

[zephyr preston martinez]

Zephyr sniffled, coughing softly. "Fucker I just got better..." He complained under his breath, tugging his beanie over his ears. There was no reply, thankfully. He rubbed at the stinging cut over his stomach, frowned. A cut was better than throwing up all night or something.
Laughter in his head and he grimaced, crossing his arms over his chest and humming an old tune to fill the void of silence.

[jaxton matthew sanders]

Jaxton probably would have kept walking, had he not heard that familiar voice. The voice he had listened to day in and day our for what seemed like forever. His eyes brightened, and he looked around. He rounded the street corner, and that was when he laid eyes on him. "Zeph?" He breathed, his eyes watching him intently. He stepped closer, and his heart sank to his feet. Never had he ever felt for someone the way he felt for Zephyr.

"My God.. And I thought I'd seen all the beauty there was to see in this town." He said, smiling over at him, his eyes glowing bright and blue.

[zephyr preston martinez]

Zephyr froze at the sound of the voice questioning his name. His breath caught when he was drawn in by the eyes. But more importantly was who it was. "Jax..." He laughed, and in a moment he was throwing arms around him and hugging him tight. "I- you-... I missed you," He complained, burying his face, drawing the familiar scent of him in. It felt like entirely too long, to many people in Vegas and he had just lost touch during his first month trying to cope with what he had become. He never got around to relocating anyone. But every day, he had only been able to wish he could see him again. He straightened up, poked Jaxtons shoulder. "Well, you're real enough." He sniffed, rubbing at his nose.

[jaxton matthew sanders]

Jax wrapped his arms tightly around him, hugging him close. He couldn't believe he had the boy he had secretly wanted for so long in his arms. He rubbed his back gently, pulling away to look at him. He couldn't help chuckling when the boy nudged his shoulder. "I should hope so." He smiled, tipping his chin back to look better at him. "Gosh.. You don't know how hard I've looked for you.. And the one night I'm just.. walking around I find you." He gently ran his hand over his cheek, locking eyes with him as the glow slowly faded.

'I never wanna let him go..' He thought.

[zephyr preston martinez]

Zeph searched his face with a crooked smile. "Dream come true, you know?" He breathed.
More laughter filled his head and he gagged, a hand absently reaching to grip at Jaxton's shirt as he doubled over. He spit onto the sidewalk, ran a hand over his lips and sat up straighter, ran a hand over Jaxton's jaw as if nothing had happened. "I was so worried you might have given up.."

[jaxton matthew sanders]

Jax kept an arm tight around him, drawing his eyebrows together when Zeph doubled over. He reached up as the boy touched his jaw. He ran his hand slowly over his arm. "I'd never give up looking for you, Zeph. Are you okay?" He asked, slowly running his fingers over the skin of his forearm. His eyes wandered slowly over his face, watching him carefully. He reached up with his other hand, gently taking Zephyr by the jaw. He leaned in, kissing him soft and slow, his heart pounding in his chest.

[zephyr preston martinez]

"I'm fine.." Zephyr insisted, wasn't sure how to tell Jaxton what he had done.
'Just tell him, he'll either like you or hate you, hm?'
But it wasn't Satan in his head, just some random voice. He drew in a breath as Jax took his jaw, heart racing as he met the kiss slow and gentle, a hand sliding up his chest slowly.
'You know, I've never had enough fun messing with you,' Satan sneered.
Zephyr usually got by during the day as happy as he could be, ignoring everything. But at night it was worse, Satan had far more power over him.
Dizziness washed through his body and he stumbked,, keeping close to Jaxton for blanace. "Jaxton...I.." He bit his lip. "I'm kinda different now, okay? I..sold my soul." He gazed at him, reached up and fixed his beanie again, looking around. It was dark out, but he wasn't terribly worried, was a monster himself now.

[jaxton matthew sanders]

'Oh, God.. I just kissed him..' He thought, and automatically wanted to take it back. What happened to the control he had had years ago?

'What's wrong, you ignorant fool? You're always going about doing the stupidest things. And now you just kissed him! You may as well go bury yourself. Stupid!' that voice ranted, obviously aggrivated. 'I thought you were raised better than this! You have no control?! You're gonna go about like you're mentally impaired?'

'I'm sorry.. I just..' But he didn't have an excuse.

He held him close as he stumbled over his feet, then his words. "Why? You had.. Everything going for you, Zeph.. You're not like a roadie. Someone else can sign you.. What could you have wanted so bad?" He mumbled, clearly confused. There was no reason for Zeph to sell his soul. So why had he?

[zephyr preston martinez]

Zephyr caught his breath, rubbing at his face and mentally cursing Satan. "You..." He mumbled. "I lost all you guys... I didn't know what to do.. And he just... He made such an offer, Jax.. It was stupid I know. But I was desperate..."
He had promised not only Jaxton back right away, but that the voices, this mental sickness, would be gone. None of it was.
And now he made him sick, or had him cutting himself. Made him get mean sometimes, had him going and torturing people.
He bit his lip, watching Jax in shame. "I'm sorry...." He mumbled.

By morning he would be his bouncy self again. But the regret of such careless actions always lingered.

[jaxton matthew sanders]

"Don't be sorry, Zeph.. We all do things wrong sometimes. It doesn't mean anything, okay?" He said, running his fingers over his cheek. He guessed he couldn't blame him. He would have sold his soul to find the rest of the band, too; the boys who had meant so much to him. "I found you, right?" He smiled, reaching around to rub the boy's back gently.

"How about you stay with me tonight? There's an extra room. Maybe Vegas will be crashed in his room and he won't bother you." He said, watching him intently. Oh, how he didn't want him to go again. Ever. He never wanted to have to go without him being a phone call away. 'All I ever wanted for the last.. ten years of my life was him..'

"Don't make me pout. You know you won't win." He teased, his eyes glowing faintly. It was never any secret he was alluring.

[zephyr preston martinez]

Zephyr drew in a breath as he caught his eyes. "Okay..." He breathed, smiled faintly. He searched his face, just trying to memorize it. It had been so long...
He bit his lip, tugging on his hand gently. "Where do you live?"
He sneezed, sniffling with the faintest if scowls. 'Oh give me a break...'
'And why would I ever do that?

[jaxton matthew sanders]

Jax started walking slowly, holding tightly to Zephyr's hand. "A little house on the other side of town who has eyebrows as big as yours." He teased. Nevada was probably the opposite of Zephyr. Always drunk or high, constantly bitter.

"But if he is like.. not in his room, just go into the guest bedroom and lock the door and sleep there. He's gonna try and get in, but just ignore him. He's addicted to sex..And all he's into is guys. But when he's sober, he's usually a grump and avoids everyone." He added the last bit to try and lighten what he had just said. Living with a sex-addicted boy probably wasn't the best, but at least he was trying to fix him. He wanted to get the boy better.

He laced their fingers together loosely, leading him to the small, oddly colored house. He unlocked the front door, letting Zephyr into the place that was oddly clean. He closed the door, glancing at Nevada's sleeping form on the sofa, before he walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. But he didn't have his glass half full before the boy spoke up.

"Jax? You home?" He asked, and Jax motioned for Zeph to be quiet.

"Yeah, just me. Go to bed, okay? You'll get a crick in your neck."

"Okay." But he started towards the kitchen instead. Jax grabbed Zeph by the waist, pressing him gently to the counter. "Just fake it.." He whispered, reaching up to thread his fingers into Zeph's hair. He kissed the corner of his mouth, running his fingers slowly over his hip. "What?" He asked, glowing eyes watching Nevada in the mirror. Nevada melted, shrugging his shoulders. Then he turned and walked to his room, and Jax reached for his cup, moving away from Zeph.

[zephyr preston martinez]

Zeph stuck his tongue out it complaint. "Whateverr.."

'Oh if only he knew the nights you weren't sober anymore.'
Zephyr scowled, following Jaxton inside. He eyed Nevada, huffed in surprise at the touch from Jax. It was the kiss to the corner of the mouth that left him breathless, and he sure as hell wasn't faking it, cheeks burning as Jax straightened up.
He bit his lip to hide his smile, looking around quietly.
'So you found him. What more do you want? Surely that little gash across your stomach isn't enough payment, hm?'

[jaxton matthew sanders]

Jax started down the hall, sipping from his cup. He was tired and his throat was dry and his wrist was hurting from his tattoo. He made sure Nevada was in his bed asleep, then closed his door gently. He walked back to the guest room, which he had cleaned just the morning before.

"You can sleep in here tonight. But if you decide to use the shower, I'd lock the door." He said, watching Zeph over his cup. He knew his eyes were glowing, but he couldn't help it. He had always been attracted to Zephyr. "Sweet dreams. Don't let the bedbugs bite." He said with a smile, then walked a door down to his room. He pushed it open, sitting his water on the dresser. He started to get undressed, not really caring if the door was open.