Souls Without Names

Chapter 1: Dissacociative.

“Where the hell is he?!” Jaylin snapped, throwing her drumsticks to the floor.

“Would you relax already! I’m sure he has a good reason for what he did. Von wouldn’t do anything he thought could-”

“Yadda yadda yadda! Von’s bleeding heart my ass!” She rolled her eyes as she brushed her blonde hair behind her shoulders. “This is bullshit! Why didn’t he tell us he wanted to sell us out?!” Jaylin stood up from her stool and paced around the studio.

Jacob was sitting on the floor in the corner, quietly plucking out random guitar licks as he waited for the topic of discussion to reenter the room. He watched from under his black bangs as the angry woman paced the room.

“If you hate Von so mush then why don’t you play for someone else? We can find another drummer,” Sean said calmly from his stool. The strings on his bass creaked as he tightened the tuning pegs.

“Von should be the one leaving!”

“He’s the vocalist! We need him! Besides, everyone hates you now, even Von with his bleeding heart. If he ever wanted to cut someone it would be you!” Nicolas snapped, switching off his beloved Casio keyboard.

“I’m gonna see if he’s back yet,” Jacob muttered, putting his Les Paul back in its case and slipping away.

Jacob sighed in relief as he walked down the hall and away from Jaylin’s pointless bitching. He passed dozens of plain doors on either side of the hall till he came out into the lobby. The large room was empty but for a reception desk and one lonely figure curled up in a chair by the window. Jacob smiled softly as he approached the tired figure.

Jaylin’s still ranting isn’t she?” the slumped figure mumbled.

“Yep. Dunno why she changed all of a sudden. She’s been insane these last few weeks.” Jacob flopped down in the chair next to Von with a heavy sigh.

“Maybe she’s pregnant.” Von sat up with a yawn and brushed a couple strands of soft black hairfrom his eyes. “Has anyone managed to calm her down yet?” he asked, fixing the large black feathers pinning up his long, wavy hair.

“Nope. We all gave up. It’s okay. I’ll protect you from the psycho bitch!” he snickered as he wqrapped his arms around Von and pulled him in closer. Von rolled his silver eyes and layed his head on Jacob’s shoulder. “So have you been sleeping out here this entire time?” he scolded.

“No. Trying to sleep. Didn’t accomplish much though.”

“Well. You have to come back to the studio sooner or later.”

“How about later?” Von whined as he pulled away and stretched.

“The sooner you go in there, the sooner you can fire her and save us all.”

“Now why would I fire her?” Von yawned. He started down the hall, Jacob right behind him.

“We’re all fed up with her! Bloody hell! Even you can’t stand her anymore!”

“Sure,” Von huffed, stopping in front of the door and turning to face his guitarist.

“You’re very indignant when you don’t get you Starbucks fix, you know that?”

“Indignant? What a big word for a man with no cock!” Von scoffed. Jacob slammed Con up against the door and pinned his wrists over his head.

“That’s not what you said last night,” Jacob purred, pressing his body against Von’s and grinding their hips together. The blush on Von’s face even showed through his pale makeup.

Without losing his tight hold on Von’s wrists he leaned down and brushed their lips together then moved down to his pale neck. Von whimpered as Jacob massaged his crotch with his knee. He gasped as he began to dry hump Jacob’s thigh. Suddenly they heard Jaylin’s loud screeching from inside the studio. Jacob pulled away with a smirk as Von banged his head against the door in frustration.

“We’ll just have to continue this some other time,” Jacob snickered. “Until then,” He leaned in and cupped the erection in Von’s jeans, squeezing roughly. “don’t touch this or I’ll have to punish you,” he purred.

“Asshole,” Von gasped, jerking away from the door and Jacob’s magic hand. “I’ll get you back!”

“Sure,” Jacob laughed, reaching forward and opening the door, “Ladies first,” he smirked.

“Ha ha. I know where you fuck!” Von mocked, crossing his arms over his chest and accepting the invitation.

“Only with you, Jacob muttered, fallowing Von into the studio.

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