this was all we [had] ;; venom

[LUCKY TYLER BLACK,]

Lucky threw back another beer as a mass of techies and roadies raced around him plugging in the last few amps and tuning a guitar or two. They had a few minutes before they had to go on and Lucky had just finished getting his hair and makeup done and was now waiting off stage with the boys. He glanced over at Venom who was finishing up smearing that black shit all over him like usual. Lucky was honestly checking him out a little when they made eye contact, Lucky winked at him before looking away. He looked out at the empty stage in front of him. Today’s show was outside, and it was a sunny but cold day. The use of lights on stage was pretty pointless. The crowd in front of the stage was overflowing since they were the most famous band on tour they got the most attention. Lucky loved being a headliner. Someone shoved a mic into his hand, and Lucky started flipping it mindlessly in his hand. Mostly just habit. Lucky wasn’t nervous about the show, he never got nervous. Nor was he nervous about what he was expected to do that this show. However he was certainly unhappy about it. Lucky didn’t want to tell people he was in love, he didn’t like the idea, he wasn’t sure how to bring it up and honestly it just felt like it was going to be awkward. Lucky knew he was going to have to find some creative way to just roll with it though.

Lucky felt the band converge around him before a Techie told them to go. The band sort of half walked, half ran out to the screams of fans. Finally giving Lucky that feeling of him. The screaming made him feel safe, the heat the radiated from the crowd was the most amazing feeling to him. Go. No. Stop! was not the kind of band to say a long ‘hello’ and they sort of just jumped into their first song. A song so rehearsed that it needed no thought from Lucky. The timing, the screams, they just came to him like breathing now. The boys normally interacted with each other during the songs. Bounced off each other, pulled out cheesy overused rock moves, pretty much jammed out together. Lucky was a fan of screaming inches away from Carver and Venom’s face. Mostly because he knew that they hated it, and that is was distracting.

Once they finished their first song Lucky was right in Venom’s face. Their foreheads leaning together, both of them panting. Lucky couldn’t help but sort of stare into Venom’s eyes for a second, a very rare happenstance. Lucky even leaned in for a kiss, but the roar of approval from the crowd snapped him back into who he really was. Lucky pulled away and laughed into the mic. “He sucked me off backstage” He said with a smirk. It was obvious the fans would take that as a joke, no matter how true it may, or may not be. Lucky just wanted to hear the excited shrieks from the teens below. He knew that wasn’t what Venom wanted. But the show was just starting, and Lucky is always a tease.

For the next few songs Lucky continues to playfully push Venom away whenever he got close, mostly playing to the crowd. They had made it pretty much all the way through the set and Lucky could tell Ven was getting impatient. Lucky finished up their second to last song and he could feel the energy from the crowd was heated, and excited. Lucky was done screaming, but the guitar had a little bit more. He looked at Venom who was pretty concentrated, standing still and all. Lucky jumped over a few amps and stomped next to him. While Venom plucked out the few chords Lucky pressed up against his back and ran his tongue, right above Venom’s shoulder to his ear, which he then bite very sexual way. Lucky heard a mass of confused noses, screams of horiness, and approval as he pulled away. Venom mostly just looked shocked. “Hop off my dick, bitches. I’m claimed” He then said rather loudly into the mic. He winked at Venom and continued into their last song.

[VENOM DIMINUENDO,]

<sub>Venom smeared some of his black war paint on his fingers, and then ran his fingers across his arms and chest. Often he'd just cover himself in it, but he was feeling creative, so was drawing a sort of rib cage on himself. He did wear a shirt which would cover the most of it up, but at most concerts his shirts came off. He knew fans liked it when he had no shirt on, though not nearly as much as they liked it when Lucky had his shirt off. Understandable, as Lucky was fucking sexy. Plus, his tattoos were a lot cooler, even though they didn't feature any batman. They also didn't feature ex girlfriend's names.. Venom glanced over at Lucky as he finished drawing the stitches on his cheek. Lucky was looking at him, too. They locked eyes for a moment, and then Ven remembered Lucky's promise. He'd said that he'd tell the fans that they were dating. Suddenly he was even more nervous and excited than he had been before. That usual buzz that he got right before playing seemed to increase, and a grin spread across his features.

Somebody handed him his guitar. He had no idea who it was, he was too busy watching Lucky spinning his mic around in his hands And then he was practically pushed onto stage by Aubree and being welcomed by the familiar sounds of screaming fans. Mostly screaming Lucky's name and desperately trying to reach their hands up to touch him. Venom found that sort of funny, since he could touch Lucky whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted. Recently the envy that Venom usually felt for Lucky was more dulled. Since they'd been dating he sort of wanted Lucky to just be happy, and Ven knew that all of the attention made him happy. But he still wanted all of the fans to be screaming his name, and he wanted to be the one with the mic screaming into it. He'd never try to take that away from Lucky though, and he'd also never leave Lucky, so that was a dream that would never be fulfilled.

Suddenly the band started playing, and Ven began plucking at his guitar and mindlessly jumping around stage. Every now and then Lucky would come and scream in his face. This was very distracting, and he made it hard for Venom to concentrate, but he sort of liked it. Although, he'd be a lot happy if he didn't do it, and stuck to screaming in Carver's face..

At the end of their first song, Lucky was right next to Venom and their foreheads were pressed together. Venom gazed into his eyes, wondering if he was going to tell the crowd that they were together now. He leaned a little closer, and Venom parted his lips to kiss Lucky. And then Lucky pulled away. He couldn't help but be a little pissed off, and sort of hurt that the crowd had the ability to pull him away like that just by screaming at him.

“He sucked me off backstage”

It was an effort for Venom to stop his jaw from dropping. Was Lucky seriously going to just say that? Did he think that that counted for telling them that they were together? He didn't want the crowd to know hoe he felt about what Lucky had said, so he settled for sticking up both of his middle fingers and holding his arms in front of him as if to say, 'In your face, bitches. He had no mic by him at that moment, so couldn't actually respond with words. The crowd couldn't know that Venom actually had emotions. It was sort of the band's image that they were all heartless hardcore rockers. And everybody loved it. It was mainly Lucky's doing that they'd got that image, so Venom could see that it might be hard for him to tell the fans that he was with Venom.

The band continued to play, and then they were all hopping around the stage doing their stupid cheesy rock movements again. Every time Venom got near to Lucky, he'd find himself being pushed away again. What the fuck? He expected Lucky to at least say or do something between the songs, but he didn't. Venom was really pissed off now, and hurt that Lucky hadn't kept his promise. But how could Venom have expected something like that of Lucky? He knew that all he did was break hearts. But Lucky had given him false hope, and he was going to go against his word, as usual.

They were nearly on their last song, and Ven was in the middle of a solo. He could see Lucky coming towards him out of the corner of his eye, but he was looking down and concentrating on hitting all the right notes. He felt Lucky run his tongue along Venom's neck, ending by biting his ear. He sent chills down Venom's spine where he'd touched, and his skin prickled. He was sort of shocked, and when he finished off the last few chords, he looked up to face Lucky.

“Hop off my dick, bitches. I’m claimed”

How romantic. Not. At least it was something. And now the fans knew that Venom and Lucky were together. He felt bad now for thinking that Lucky wouldn't keep his promise. He could have said it in a slightly nicer was, but that wasn't much like Lucky. Ven was happy with that, anyway. At the end of the song, Ven took the mic off Lucky, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"I stole your man, fuckers! Come maul me after the show!"

Had he really just invited the fans to attack him? Because he knew that it would happen. Hopefully they wouldn't do too much damage. The roars from the crowd indicated that they were planning on killing him, and then stealing Lucky. Although some of them sounded sort of excited, and happy. He couldn't really tell though; when he had that amount of adrenaline he tended not to know what was going on.</sub>

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