midnight_moonlight

Sepia Moonlight was Dave's bar on Sunset Strip. But after 20 years of serving the famous and up-and-coming, he decided to sell up and hit the road in search of new highs. Always a fan of the paranormal, he decides to document the strange stories of Route 66. Then he chances on a road that changes everything... Route 666.

January, the month when the darkness and depression hits the hardest. With a storm rolling in and only a single bed in a rundown motel, Kirk and James find themselves dipping into the depths of their souls and revealing feelings that neither thought they'd ever confront.

In the tiny town of Alton is a coffee shop called Brews and Books. It's owned by Dave, a former Californian barbecue pitmaster who decided to move his life to small town America and start serving coffee. When the empty shop across the road suddenly becomes occupied, Dave can't help but take the young owner under his wing. But not all is as it seems...

“Because social media and our mutual friend, Mr Murray, have spent the past handful of months winding me up like some kind of fucking clockwork toy. I'm starving, James. Hell.” I take a swig of coffee to wash away the plane and car dust. “I'm fuckin' ravenous and if that's not a testament to the fuckin' work that you've been putting in then I don't know what is.”

Draining the last of the coffee, I dump the mug on a nearby vanity and step up to him. My hands slide over his chest until my thumbs are resting on the razor-edge of his collarbone. I stare into those eyes and find myself once more losing myself beneath their waves.

“So fuckin' feed me,” I murmur.

Waybridge's Christmas market is second to none. Yet neither James nor Dave has ever experienced it. So they spend an evening soaking up the festive atmosphere.

** Part of the Christmas Cottage series **

Dave calls Taylor back to no avail.

~~~ Feel free to use the reviews to pour out your grief. Can't promise to have the right words but know that someone is listening to you. ~~~

Summer in Waybridge is a beautiful time. The sun-loving tourists are out and about and Between the Sheets is busier than ever. Which has given Dave ideas. Ideas that he wants James to be involved in...

Kirk is summoned to James' mountain hideaway and discovers something that shocks, fascinates, and arouses him.

Jerry is mulling over his latest album and whether it means enough. Someone is on hand to help him get his head around everything.

Christmas Eve has crept into Waybridge and James and Dave find the perfect way to spend the evening.

He hoped that they'd be the last set of divorce papers that he'd ever see. Trigger warning: Grief, betrayal, age difference

I often get asked how I got into the escort business. So I'm here to tell that story. It's been my life for as long as I can remember and it began a long, long time ago. Written for Augustine. Prequel to two of my all time favourite stories - Black Limo and These Days.

All of the sex that doesn't appear in the other stories! James and Dave spend an evening pleasuring one another in front of the fire.

James and Dave have settled into a routine. Dave works while James keeps the cottage in order. He's about to start work on the garden when Dave drops a bombshell that breaks his heart. Can they work together to keep their picture-perfect relationship?

Sequel to Winter at Christmas Cottage

James has been walking the streets for longer than he can remember. Introduced to the hooking life by a friend, he's seen his fair share of guys. What he hadn't betted on was falling in love... with a younger man. David is a twenty-one year old, fresh out of the closet gay man on a trip to LA to try and find himself. And now James has to work out exactly what to do with him. Sequel to Where The Streets Go On Forever

At Christmas we sometimes just need to pause and remember that we are loved and wanted.

Taylor's had enough of Dave's twenty five years of flirting. And Dave's more than a little surprised by Taylor's outburst. Surprised enough to act.

Waiting has never been Dave's strong point, especially when it comes to sex.

Taylor wakes up from the most amazing dream he's ever had to find out that the dream is actually happening. Don't let it be said that finding your boss drinking your blood and fucking you isn't a recipe for a lot of questions, some clandestine meetings, and a schedule for how you're going to keep him fed.

Kirk's afternoon of surfing is interrupted when he meets something—or someone—that isn't quite of this world. Ever the horror fan, he has to dig a little deeper.

Kirk has long wanted to visit Mountain Hideaway. Once the home of a famed pulp author Malcom T. Bennett, the gothic mansion has been left to rot in the heart of the forest. Now that he has the exact location, it's a chance to drag himself, and James, away for a weekend. What they weren't expecting was a meeting with the demon of erotic dreams and suppressed desires.

It started with a chance meeting in a bar and ended in sex. Now a roadie for one of the world's biggest rock bands, James finds that he has to try and avoid the attention of its frontman. However, Dave has a fetish for blondes, particularly tall, slender blondes. And he's looking for a new conquest now that his drummer has kicked him to the curb. It's all going to end in tears...

James was once a successful crime writer. He'd published numerous books and seen many of them make it to the big screen. Then his publisher dropped him.

Heartbroken and despondent, he hopped on the first plane leaving the airport and found himself in New Orleans. Drawn to a particular corner of the French Quarter, he finds himself conversing with a young man who happens to have some original ideas on how to get James out of his funk.

Jerry and Dave have been hooking up for years. But a time wears on, they debate whether they should make their monthly meetings a little more permanent.

James' pumpkin patch has blossomed with a healthy harvest of pumpkins. But they keep disappearing. Is it bears? The cat? Other wildlife? Or something else completely?

Nearly forty years on, David looks over his life with Izzy. Sequel to Lazy, Hazy, Rainy Days

Coming out of the closet was easy. Dealing with the aftermath wasn't. With a divorce behind him and no home to go to, James bought a cottage in the secluded town of Waybridge. Winter is ravaging the town and James has all but shut himself away. But there's someone who wants to help come out of his shell.

Two lovers get blissfully caught in a sudden summer storm.

“Same again, Grohl?”

Dave nodded and silently pushed the glass closer. Like everyone else in the bar he was in no mood for talking. No one ever was. Hell, even the elderly poker players in the corner kept themselves quiet. It was a bar for stewing and simmering and trying to quell the feelings that bubbled in all of them.

My name's Dan Goldberg. Singer, songwriter, frontman for the band Nine Lives, former junkie, and inmate number 573192.

Thoughts on being the new guys.

Then Jesus was led by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil. After fasting forty days and forty nights, he was hungry. The tempter came to him and said, “If you are the Son of God, tell these stones to become bread.” Matthew 4:1-3

Those leftovers were meant for dinner. Only David was hungry and more than willing to take the punishment.

Two young lovers amidst the throes of a storm.

No regrets. Just rough, hard sex.

David and Frank remember the life they've together... And make plans to keep on living it.

With Dave and James both suffering health problems, they decide to get together and leave the past firmly where it belongs... In the past.

I wish he'd just shut the fuck up.

Dave's big mouth annoys the hell out of James. So he decides to try and calm him down. And finds himself falling in love. But does Dave feel the same?

When a storm comes rolling in, James is glad of a warm, dry hotel room to hide away from it. But he finds himself questioning his own morals when he discovers that his client is a virgin.

With his latest release, Hawkins proves that he doesn't need to live in Grohl's shadow any longer. Five stars.

While his brash slave tries to tempt him into sex, Dave thinks back on how they met.

Wiley and James have been together for seven blissful years. But there's only one thing Wiley wants for his birthday.

Dave.

Warning for kink and BDSM...

Rule number one of Kirk's Halloween parties: Don't turn up in a crappy costume...

Thirty years on and the pain of losing his friend hasn't diminished.

David loves the quiet moments that they get to spend together.

Just two guys, sitting on the stoop, and handing out candy one cool Halloween evening.

Even in the twilight of their lives they're still happily in love.

Dave's only away for two days. But the moon\'s full and he\'s feeling a little wound up...

He's spent his entire life being followed by lights in the sky. He's spent twenty years trying to get to the bottom of his celestial riddle. With a mysterious map in his hands, musician Julian Bell makes one last attempt to find out what they are and why they're interested in him.

Dave's hit fifty and isn't feeling so hot about himself. Of course, he's forgotten that the man he loves may have a little something up his sleeve to help him feel better.

A little late to the party but Happy 50th Birthday, Mr Grohl! I hope that you had a fantastic day!

Dave likes to watch. He especially likes to watch Taylor's hips and those gravity-defying shorts.

Dave can be persistently needy when Taylor's not around. A clause by their management means that they can't live together on a daily basis. So Taylor has to dodge the barrage of text messages that comes in post tour until he himself can't take it any more.

Dave's house isn't his house any more. It's a diner. And its reviews are dire.

Wine and singing do funny things to Taylor. And Chris isn't going to turn him down.

We're going to do one another six ways to Sunday.

Christmas shopping with Dave is David's idea of Hell. But they find that there's more to Christmas than whatever is in the shops.

A war rages and airships slide through the cool night as they look for those who do not believe in the country's ideas. For twenty-five years, Stone has tried to convince the government that war is not the answer. As another winter closes in, he believes that his cause will go unheard. Yet, in the shadows, is someone who could change the course of history forever.

Two young souls, lost amid the neon of Las Vegas, stumble upon a man who can wipe out all of their debts and grant all of their dreams. But there's just one catch.

He wants one night with Wiley.

Failure is always an option. But what do you do when you're not used to failing? With both Dave and David struggling to make the other man something for Christmas, it's a race to Christmas Eve to see what they both turn out.

Dave needs a pick-me-up after Taylor kicks him to the curb. Walking cats seems like a perfectly reasonable option. Nothing strange about that at all...

Roswell has always held a special place in Dave's heart and he's determined to enjoy every one of the town's kitsch neon attractions. Except there's something that doesn't want Dave there. Halloween Challenge 2018

"Taylor fuckin' Hawkins buttfucks! What's the big fuckin' deal, right? It's just sex."—Dave Grohl.

Divorced and with three young children to raise, Dave turns to internet dating to chase away his loneliness. However, finding the perfect partner is hard when your life is lived in the bright lights of Hollywood.

Money can buy you pretty much everything. But it can't buy you the truth.

X-Files crossover

He'd needed a job. Desperately needed a job. Singing in bars wasn't cutting it any more and, when Taylor offered him the receptionist position at 606, Wiley was all over it. Except his boss may be a little too interested in him.

Sometimes it takes the magic of Christmas for you to truly express what's going on in your heart.

Dave doesn't care what James does, just as long as it keeps the blonde man happy.

David spends time wondering what it'll take for him to achieve his dreams. It doesn't take him long to realise that everything he wants is already within his reach.

Sometimes all you need is a little peace and quiet.

Taylor doesn't mind Dave disappearing to go and write their new album. That is until the drunk texts start to roll in.

Skeletons aren't allowed to die in the closet of a tour bus. Instead, over an evening of beer and roads that are slightly too long, they're dragged out and paraded around in all of their perverted glory.

Dave doesn't quite understand the concept of personal space.

All it takes is a coffee...

Taylor's not being Taylor. Something's not quite... right. Amidst it all, Taylor has returned to one of his old friends. Hopefully another of his old friends can help him away from them.

Anger burns in Nate's soul as wildfires burn around his house. Leaving the band was both the easiest, and the hardest, decision that he'd ever made.

Dave's been dragging that holey orange t-shirt around for years. But why?

Lana's Hideaway is a place that the knuckle draggers of Nate's band will never find.

Tired and debating his place in the world, Dave takes a break at Castle Leslie in Ireland. More Downton Abbey than Windsor Castle, the estate is surrounded by water and rolling green hills, giving Dave the chance to rest his weary brain. However, what was supposed to be a week of rest and introspection becomes a week long therapy session when he meets one of the estate's staff.

Every good story that I have always starts with the phrase, “So, one night...”.

Early mornings are the perfect time for reflection.

Camping is fun. It gets even more fun when the clouds roll in and the rain begins to fall.

Nate has something that he needs to say to Taylor. He's kept it locked up for too many years and decides that Christmas is the perfect time to confess his deepest secret.

David didn't want to admit to it but he likes James far more than he'll ever like Dave.

Chris just wants a bit of peace and quiet. Unfortunately for him, Taylor's in the vicinity.

Dave really voices his feelings. When he does, it makes David smile.

Taylor gets an entirely-not-unpleasant midnight visitor.

Locked dressings rooms are a blessing in disguise. Or are they?!

Taylor tells the story of how he and Dave hooked up.

You'd have to be crazy to lie to get into someone's pants. But hey... if there's a chance, why not give it a go?

When you don't have anything to offer, sometimes giving yourself is the best gift to give.

Screwing your studio manager is unethical. Screwing Chevy Metal's bass player is a whole other kettle of fish...

After several weeks of silence from Dave, Taylor decides to check in on him.

"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."—George Santayana

On a trip to Germany, Dave learns that bravery is far more than what is shown to the world. Halloween Challenge 2017

Getting divorced was the easy part. Coming out of the closet... not so much. Ready to play the field, and to lose his virginity, Dave calls a friend in the hopes of getting some practical advice on popping his cherry.

Flying halfway around the world to meet up with Taylor, Dave questions why their relationship appears to be on the rocks and what it'll take to keep Taylor by his side.

Dave had left $10,000 hidden in the trunk of his car in preparation for when he got out of prison. It was his retirement fund. Except it looks like he's not going to be retiring any time soon.

In amid his grief, Dave recalls the times that he's spent with the friend that he's just lost.

On stage, Taylor has plenty of time to watch Dave.

Taylor takes a walk off the beaten path, and finds himself in a world ruled by an elven prince.

Taylor's got it made. He's the drummer for one of the biggest bands in the world. He's recognised wherever he goes. Until he discovers that the trappings of fame don't bless everyone.

Michael was sent to heal the planet only to realise that may it's himself that needs healing.

Dave "Wild" Lloyd has spent forty years waiting for his band to return.

When David's invited to the launch of a new restaurant, he didn't expect it to be out of this world.

What would life have been life if you hadn't taken that walk through the forest of your mind? Would everything have lead along this exact same path? Or would life have been completely different?

David's necklace was more than a gift from another musician. It also contains their soul.

Dave takes a break in Salem and, in the spirit of the Halloween holidays, has a reading with a fortune teller. She gives him three wishes. But what does he wish for? Even he's surprised.

Taylor has a secret that he's been keeping from the world. And he's not prepared to tell a soul.

Josh is in need of a little inspiration. It's a good job that Dave (and his ass) are on hand to help supply it.

Hi. My name's David, and I'm an addict.

Bent over the dressing room's catering table, Dave had squirmed and begged as he'd listened to David remove his belt. There was no way that the bassist was going to risk injuring his hand an hour before a show.

David is set up on a date with Dave Grohl. He debates not going, wondering why someone like Dave would want to date someone like him. Will the coffee hound and the adorkable geek hit it off?

Taylor and Wiley take time to chill together before a big show.

Dave wants in on the recording session that's happening in his studio. When he does finally manage to sneak in, he gets a little lesson in putting himself first.

Dave loves David with all of his heart. But David's walked out and in to the arms of another man. Can Dave win him back? And, if so, how does he do it?

David's found his forever home in the arms of a man who loves to sing him to sleep.

Their first Christmas as a married couple is set to be just perfect!

Dave and David settle on a romantic getaway.

A mix up with hotel room bookings means that Taylor is left without a bed for a night. Cue a slightly awkward stress relief session.

Hotel rooms, bunny slippers, and the Hallmark channel make for the perfect party for two Foo Fighters.

Dave's not of this world. And the world he's from want him back. Tonight.

After nineteen Christmases, Dave was fairly sure that he was ready for ADHD Taylor and his completely cracked out nature. Christmas number twenty was going to be calm and peaceful. It was not going to be a mess of wrapping paper, ribbon, and empty gift boxes.

Oh, how naïve he'd been.

Dave goes out with the intention to fuck Taylor's brains out and then fuck up his heart. Instead, his night is turned on its head when Dave finds himself feeling something other than lust and hatred.

“It would have existed,” she said. “But not for very long. Once William is gone, Dave struggles to find a drummer who lives up to his expectations. Within a year of William's departure, the Foo Fighters are no more and Dave is back as a drummer for hire. You, Taylor Hawkins, are the heartbeat of that band. Without you, there is nothing.”

Dave finally lands the man of his dreams. But does the man of his dreams want the same things that Dave does?

David likes it when Dave's asleep.

Every two weeks, like clockwork, Taylor goes to clean Mr Grohl's pool. What he didn't expect is to be tipped in such a pornographic manner.

Absolutely shameless PWP!

A panic attack gives Taylor a chance to help Dave through a tough moment.

James finds a nineteen year old David in his dressing room and decides to use him in every which way he can.

Christmas is coming and, in Richmond, Virginia, two men have to make sacrifices in order to pay for the gifts that they wish to buy.

Dave is the perfect person to play Santa at the annual Christmas parade.

It's like looking in a slightly distorted mirror.

This Is Just A Tribute Challenge—August 2016.

When David breaks his foot, Dave worries that his lover may have gone back to his ex. Or that Mustaine caused the injury himself.

You can find more Dave and David in Here Comes The Sun. David's reaction to Dave's broken leg can be found in Broken Legs and Shattered Hearts.

Dave has to avoid the FBI in order to keep his secret safe from the world.

Cross-over Challenge July 2016

Dave's singing does funny things to David.

While a storm ravages Los Angeles, a newcomer to the city begins to put his macabre plans into action.

David and Dave find themselves an innocent looking new playmate. But will he stand for their wild ways?

What would happen if Chevy Metal became Taylor's primary source of income?!

A happy, drunken vampire and a young, upstart thrash metal band meet in a dive bar.

A moment in time caught forever.

Written for the June 2016 Drabble Challenge

David loves his job. But, thanks to management, it's turned in to a game of cat and mouse as he tries to outrun his wealthy admirer. Through it all, David believes that there's something more to the man who wants to give him his undivided attention.

Oil baron Dave Mustaine is in Las Vegas for the annual Petroleum and Oil Conference. As boring as it is, his stay becomes a little more interesting when he bumps in to a horny lounge singer.

Inspired by Dave Grohl's Musicares performance.

The shadows move and the moonlight dances through the night. The people you meet aren't always who you think they are. Whatever you do, don't listen to the voice in your head.

Dave and Taylor road test the throne.

With Dave gone, David finds a way to comfort himself.

Taylor has a strange fetish.

An ageing samurai ponders the life he has lived, and what is still to come.

Inspired by the Berlin show poster.

Dave discovers he doesn't need to live life in the fast lane to reach the heady highs of life. He just needs the presence of one man.

Easy for you to say. Your leg has never been broken.

A night in the park allows David to mull over his new life.

They were supposed to be celebrations of life and music. Instead, in the blink of an eye, they were ripped away. Yet Dave can't let the ghosts of what might have happened lie and what he finds at Wembley both breaks, and warms, his heart.

Friday 13th November was the day the world changed forever.

Smoke from London's home and factories tries to hide the snow that's beginning to fall. David wanders the streets in search of a gift for his inventor husband. What he finds is something that enchants them both.

He could have been a star. Instead he chose to study them.

Don't get too drunk.

AFieldWithoutAName allowed me to write a sequel to her beautiful story, Symbolism. She may live to regret that...

Dave is forced to admit more about his life than he'd like when he's picked up by Special Agents Mulder and Scully. But that was all part of his plan.

Because we're just friends.

Someone's caught David's eye and being on the road doesn't offer a lot of privacy. David has to improvise with the tour bus and his right hand.

Dave finds a new playmate while on a lonely trip to New York.

There's nothing quite like New Year in another country.

Christmas is the sweetest time of the year.

Life in LA can be tough if you're a nobody. Unless you have music. Music is the cleanser for a soul run down by the nitty, gritty day to day life of the big city.

When you're young and naive, you don't realise that your past can come back to haunt you.

David likes big cocks and he cannot lie.

It took a thousand people and a viral video to bring Dave and a new lover together. What really happened following that on stage kiss at the Cesena show?

Dave regrets hiding his feelings and shutting Shawn out. Can he talk his ex-drummer into seeing him one last time?

Thank you for everything. Your secret is safe with me. I'm sure I'll be passing back this way and I'll make sure to check in on you.

Wine, candles and a masked party are a potent mix for two men.

I got this feeling, I can't keep it down anymore. Bring me some healing, Saint Cecilia, carry me home to your house of broken bones. - 'Saint Cecilia' – Foo Fighters

Dave's a humble angel who watches over the residents of a Los Angeles street. However, he finds his halo slipping when he meets a demon from Sunset Strip.

When Dave hires a stripper for one of his movie funding parties, he thought he was hiring a woman...

Dave finds freedom out on the ocean's waves. But it brings a little more than he expected.

You have to take matters into your own hand when there's no one else to help.

Fame comes with a deadly price tag. Halloween Challenge 2015

Dave's libido has returned post-broken leg and Taylor's sullen behaviour hasn't gone unnoticed.

This is your husband. The man you married. The man you'd promise to stand by in sickness and health. The man who you dumped in a hospital. The man you've left on the couch. The man who wants you to be there. He's crying for you and all you do is tell him to shut up.

Their apartment may have been tiny and their fridge may have been empty. But their love was enough to keep them alive. AU.

“DAVID!!! I'm fat!!” came the cry from the bedroom. Companion piece to Here Comes The Sun

They were using me as a weapon.

Welcome to Okanogan County Camp. Good luck on getting out alive.

Dave's side of The System Has Failed.

Not even his own birthday, apparently. But he'd love someone to buy him something. Just once. Even if it's a balloon with a mysterious key attached to it.

Standing on the opposite side of Fifth Avenue, David looked at the redhead beside him. “Really, Dave?”

Dave lifted his nose from the thick, furry collar of his jacket. The temperature was somewhere near zero, with the wind chill knocking another couple of degrees off it. “But you said-”

“Yeah, I didn't think you'd take me seriously. Besides, that was something I asked for like twenty years ago. I'm twenty years older now, with twenty years more stress on my knees.”

“Twelve years, Junior. It's been twelve years.”

Standing at the food table, I smile to myself. Dave stands behind me and, if I close my eyes, I can see his stance; hands shoved in his pockets, head down, and his shoulders slumped. He wants something and he knows he's not likely to get it.

In which Dave confuses blackberries and BlackBerries.

Shawn decides to come out of the closet and Chris is his chosen man.

My name's Griselda and I'm a cat. I live with something that's not a cat. I'm not too sure what it is. It walks on two legs (weirdo) and walks around without its fur on (even weirder). So I call it Big Cat. This is my diary of our life together.

He wasn’t in the doghouse this time. No, he was the mutt that no one could love.

Marco, a tall, gaunt looking man was at Dave's elbow in a heartbeat. The black suit he wore only accentuated just how slender he was.

“Yes, Mr Grohl?”

“This one,” Dave said as he gestured to the stage. Picking up the collar, he held it out. “Collar him and bring him to me, please?”

“Are you sure, sir? It is his first night and, well, he's not got any experience in that department. Are you sure you wouldn't prefer someone who's more capable of satisfying your needs? We have a stunning brunette celebrating his twenty first birthday today. I bet he would love to share a few drinks with you.”

“No, Marco. This one's just perfect.” Dave smiled and held out the collar.

Drummer for hire. First session free. Tomorrow night—10pm. Studio 606. You know you want to... come. DG.

Let's take the limo. Let's go into the hills. Let's get naked. Let me ride your cock. Let me blow your mind.

Walking into the bedroom, Dave stopped, a grin breaking his previously sullen face. “David! You're home!”

Yet the figure in the chair beside the window didn't move. Instead, the tiny smile stayed in place, its hands resting in its lap. Inching closer, Dave spotted the booklet beneath the figure's folded hands.

Welcome to Unique Doll, the human doll made just for you.

A calendar hung on one wall, all of Taylor's tour dates coloured in blue and David's recording dates in pink. Christmas Eve was circled in red and emblazoned with the words I'll be home for Christmas! Those five simple words made David's heart soar.

David's been jonesing for a good spanking. He's about to get one he's never going to forget.

“Shit. Can't believe you've managed to find someone else.”

Swinging around, David felt himself wither. His shoulders became slumped and his eyes looked down to the sand at their feet. The person who'd spoken stood before them, one hand on their hip and a surf board clasped beneath the other arm. A tiny bikini clung to their minute frame and waves of thick, sun-kissed hair fell around their shoulders.

“Hi, Tayla,” he said softly.

This used to be our pride and joy, This used to be the place we ran to, That no one in the world could dare destroy.

It had started with the lights flickering. A few moments later, they'd stood at the window and watched as a United Airlines 737 skidded down the Strip, smashing up cars and leaving its wings and engines in its wake. It had finally come to rest against one of the many bridges that spanned the wide road, the concrete and glass structure crumbling like a sand castle as the plane smashed into it.

“What's the date?”

“What do you mean, what's the date?”

“What's the date, Taylor?”

“August twelfth? Why?”

“Awww shit, yes!” Dave punched the steering wheel. “I'd fuckin' forgotten about this!”

Dave can't decide what to get David for Christmas. He gets a little help from Stevie... A companion piece to The System Has Failed. You wanted more Stevie, you got her!

The guy on the stage was perched on a stool, a black acoustic guitar balanced on his lap. He strained a little to reach the microphone, his dark, shoulder length hair falling into his eyes. Dressed from head to foot in black and with generic tribal tattoos winding up his arms, he sang with the kind of husky voice that would have women falling at his feet. In fact, the guy looked kind of put out that he was singing to a few men.

The Honey Pot, despite it's slightly strip club name, was New York's most glamorous drag club.

Halloween Challenge 2014

“My name's Dave Grohl and I'm the front man for the Foo Fighters,” I begin, my voice halting and slow. “As you know, the name for the band comes from the World War Two term for unidentified flying objects. My record and film labels are named after Roswell in New Mexico. In 2005, we played a show there. I'm also an alien abductee.”

My name's David Ellefson. I run a rescue centre. But sometimes it\'s ourselves which need rescuing.

The younger man did as he was asked and Dave carefully peeled the baggy, black Iron Maiden shirt from David's body. What he saw made him realise exactly why David was in such a bad mood.

Between David's shoulder blades and dipping down his back was a patch of red, flaky skin. It looked angry and sore and Dave didn't doubt that David had been trying to relieve the agony of it. It definitely hadn't been there the night before.

Tired of Mustaine's attitude, David quits Megadeth and takes up a job in London. Six months into his new post, America goes into lockdown. There\'s no communications, nor people, coming in or out. He has no idea where his lover is. And the only way to find him is through the airline David currently works for. Except they\'re not going anywhere either.

And I shall call him Waffle...

His junkie ass had just one job: Pay the fucking rent.

I love it when he turns my ass red.

Cedar Home for the Behaviorally Challenged isn't your average rehab centre...

We're two young souls sailing on a sea of uncertainty. But we\'ll make it. I know we will.

After leaving his lover, a struggling artist has to find a way to survive. Through his art? Or perhaps through another way? The other side of There\'s Someone I Think You Should Meet

Disco the pony makes an appearance.

Sequel to My Little Pony.

AU.

With his parents dead and his brother living in New York, David's been left to look after the farm. Still religious, he hides his sexuality and lives a chaste, if frustrated, life. That\'s until he gets a late night visit from someone, or something.

It's 1996 and, at the high school of the tiny California town of Elysian Fields, the chemistry teacher and the janitor fall in love...

Based on the Super Collider music video.

Where am I?

Sequel to The End.

I shouldn't have killed David. But if I couldn\'t have him, then no one could.

Sometimes being a rock star isn't all sex, drugs, and rock n\' roll.

Chris thinks Dave looks sexy in white. The only problem is, Dave doesn't swing that way. Can Chris convince him to spend one night with a man?

Dave's Christmas gift to David shocks him. But is it in a good way?

Izzy likes shocking Axl!

Hot town, summer in the city,
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty.

It's the most wonderful time of the year. The time for sharing love, happiness, and a few tales of Christmases past.

Dave wants to tame his wild hair. But things don't go quite to plan...

David's in love and wants his first time to be special But can he go through with it?

Dave doesn't want to be out walking. And he mostly definitely doesn\'t want to be out while it\'s raining.

Taylor's got a new pet. A very bouncy, very happy, very hungry pet.

David finds himself attracted to an entirely different part of Dave...

“Promise me you haven't come.”

“I promise. I saved all my panties for you to inspect. And you have the key to my toybox.”

“You\'ve got your toys with you?”

“Y-Yes, Master.”

I'm sorry I couldn\'t protect you. I\'m sorry I wasn\'t there when you needed me the most. I\'m sorry for failing you. Please forgive me.

Dave gets the chance to work out some of his father issues.

Playing with fire, and a little hottie called Glen is almost too much for David to handle!

Izzy can't help himself when he finds Steven decorating for Christmas.

There was a new record store in town. Everyone was raving about it, saying it was the best store on the planet. Little did they know that it probably was.

There's a red cloaked man creeping around the hotel...

Axl wants something and Izzy isn't willing to give it. Until the other man pouts!

Cross-dressing, thumb sucking, dirty talking, panty wearing, deep down and dirty fun!

You're 35,000 feet above the Atlantic.
Night has fallen.
And the plane\'s suffered a crippling malfunction.
Would you admit your deepest feelings?

“You want it, Mustaine?” he hissed. “Want to get fucked?”

Being the band bicycle has its advantages...

Dave's glasses and hair are a little too much for David to handle...

Dave likes to be used and abused...

Twenty years is a long time to be together...

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

And no planes were landing either because Minneapolis airport is covered in a layer of snow. David spends Christmas Eve holed up in the arrivals hall wondering if Dave will make it home.

An exploration into the mind of the paranoid...

Fresh out of rehab, David just wants to be left alone with his new found sobriety. That is until Dave starts handing out his pager number as a practical joke...

Halloween Challenge 2013 Fic. David discovers that everything he learned in church isn't quite what it seems.

Dave finds out that a reddened ass is better than he thought it would be.

Dave learns the hard way that his mouth can get him into a lot of trouble.

I'll never tell the world your secret.

David gets to break in a nervous virgin.

Beware the legend.

A short, dark tale on the trappings of the rockstar lifestyle.

February 2010. Feeling the pressure from management and fans, Dave fires James and brings David back. But it's not a reunion of love. Or is it?

On a cool, pre-Halloween night, Peter takes a walk to his first love.

Hidden beneath the deserts of Arizona is the secretive IGWT Laboratories. So secret that not even the government knows what they're doing. Four men, none of who appear to know one another, have been causing chaos. All of them are about to be fired courtesy of the faceless executive director, Dr Vic Rattlehead.

David returns to the London Underground. Alone. Sequel to The Hunted.

1985. A massive EMP pulse has all but wiped out normal life. Communities look after their own while the world tries to recover. TV and radio are all but dead. Felons are now hunted for food.

But what happens when you can't put a bullet through the skull of your dinner?

Post-apocalyptic AU.

With his sex drive failing, Dave gives David permission to find someone else to be with. Thinking David will repeat old patterns and pick up a random drug addict, Dave is shocked at who he brings home.

A short tale about the fantasies which dance through David's head.

A quick, short tale about David's relationship with Grumps the cat.

Dave's messing with magic, something David doesn\'t like. Until Dave suggests they do something together...

When David names his new project Megalife he wonders if it'll heal his wounds. Or remind him of his past.

Go to the bedroom. Put on what I've left for you and go and stand on the corner of 24th and East Van Buren.

David\'s discovered that a bit of healthy role play is helping keep their relationship alive.

Two months after filming's finished, David thinks Dave\'s forgotten about their little role play. Only to return from a meeting to find that there\'s someone waiting for him...

Sequel to Love Burns.

David tags along to the filming of Dave's acting debut and gets a lot more than he bargained for. A lot, lot more!

With his leg in a plaster cast, and Dave suffering from a serious case of blue balls, David works out a way for them to get it on.

In the wake of David's death, Dave finds one last message addressed to him.

He shakes beneath the thin blankets of our bed. Worried, glassy eyes watch me, face framed by matted and bloodied blonde hair.

Balancing on the edge of the bed, I gaze at him, my heart filled with worry and my soul ebbing with the hate for whoever did this to my boyfriend.

In the days and years following David's attack, Dave kept a sporadic journal detailing his thoughts and feelings.

Sequel to Bleeding Forgiveness.

Putting down his glass, David knelt up and swept a hand through Dave's hair. Lips found the corner of his mouth, giving it tiny, butterfly kisses.

“Come on, Dave. Get naked with me.”

Pressing a hand to David\'s shoulder, he gently pushed him away. “Not here, Junior. Not now. Wait till your folks go to church on Sunday.”

David whined, eyes widening and filling with a look Dave knew he wouldn\'t be able to resist. “Do you not love me anymore?”

It's taken him a long time but Dave\'s finally decided that A) He\'s gay and B) He really, really, really likes David. Deciding to proclaim his undying love on Valentine\'s Day with a home made cake and flowers, he discovers that David has other ideas...

Coffee House Confessions was a Ficmas 2012 gift written from David\'s POV. A few people asked for James\'s side of the story, so here it is. Enjoy!

Bored of life with Dave, David decides to take up Izzy's offer. Sequel to A Lover For Christmas.

Stepping through the gate which surrounded the small park within a park, David walked beneath the shadows of the trees and pulled Dave to him. Hands were instantly in his sandy coloured hair, cupping his jaw and drawing him into a heated kiss. Letting his own fingers tug on Dave's red locks, he groaned beneath the onslaught, his cock becoming painfully hard, constrained by his tight jeans.

The creature on the floor was a pathetic shadow of their former self. Stripped naked, their legs were lashed together, arms tied behind them, wrists expertly joined to their ankles. Their head was tucked against their chest, held there by a bridle of leather, a ball gag silencing their normally volatile mouth.

Dave hates Christmas with a passion. Can a sleigh ride and a meeting with a young girl change his mind?

Striding over to you, I wrap my hands in the waves of your flame-red hair and force my mouth against yours. Roughly I kiss you, feeling you buck beneath me as you claw at my clothes. I refuse to let you come up for air, my tongue exploring your mouth. Finally you return the kiss, as roughly as mine, our teeth clicking together, blood spotting my bottom lip. I can taste it on my tongue, a rust flavoured taste, and I push your head back, all but straddling your lap as we fight for dominance.

A shopping experience gone badly wrong...

Thanksgiving dinner has never been so sexy!

When the sex goes wrong!

During the filming of Some Kind Of Monster, Lars reveals something he's kept secret since 1983.

A game of Pin the Tail on the Donkey goes disastrously wrong.

With David asleep on the couch, Dave muses over Christmases past, present and future.

Abandoned in New York by Dave, David finds someone who shows him the true meaning of Christmas spirit.

A Valentine's card reveals an age old secret.

What's your deepest, darkest secret, Dave?

David has spent years hating James. Hating him to the point of wanting him dead. Will a meeting in a coffee house help to change his mind?

Izzy waits to hear four little words.

Sex, drugs and long, hot summer days!

A little bit of smutty stress relief!

Thunder, lightening, kisses and cuddles.

James is feeling a little depressed. To help him out of his funk, Cliff offers to him win a cuddly new friend.

Izzy's birthday sees him getting a little more than he bargained for.

But there are other factors. Like Dave and I. We have a history, one which saw us as bed partners, even after our marriages.

Shuffling my chair closer to the desk, I sift through the computer's folders until I find my photos. Dave and I, happy and in love, never far from one another.

In the wake of the invitation to rejoin Megadeth, David mulls over his history with Dave, and whether returning would be a good idea.

The Second Circle Club promises every hedonistic delight available in a safe and protected environment. Want to dance the night away? Yep. Want to watch someone get their ass caned? Can do. Want to bend your boyfriend over and flog his ass? Come right in!

“Still can't believe this turns you on.” Even though he was trying to whisper, Dave\'s voice was still gruff.

David just purred, refusing to acknowledge the comment. Guitar hardened fingernails gently scratched at his scalp, making him shiver with pleasure. Over his hair and down his neck they went, returning to do it again. They kneaded his head and scratched behind his ears.

“You gotta see this fuckin' view!”

Behind me, I hear the water move but I can\'t draw my eyes from away from what I\'m seeing.

Six hundred and fifty feet up, and with night well and truly falling, Singapore looks stunning. The buildings twinkle with lights and I can see tiny cars racing along the streets. Singapore really does never sleep.

Positioning Dave so his back was to the bed, David placed his hands against his chest and pushed, smirking as his boyfriend tumbled backward. Placing his knees on either side of Dave's hips, he smirked. “And tonight, you\'re all mine.”

I have to look at him, have to watch him sleep. There's something so sweet and serene about it. I\'ve never been able to get enough of watching him do the mundane things in life; sleep, eat, shop. He does all of them in a way which turns my heart to mush and soothes my soul.

David learns that winding up Dave is more than a little painful. And a lot of fun!

Lightning flashed, briefly illuminating the dark room. A second later, a deep rumble of thunder followed. Fumbling around, Dave cursed as he slammed his foot into a wayward table leg. There had to be candles somewhere. He knew they had them, left over from that time Junior had wanted to get kinky with hot wax. That memory eased the pain of his stubbed toes; perhaps such a godawful night was a good time to recreate it?

The fax arrived three days ago, sitting ominously on my desk like a final tax demand.

Peter Steele requests your presence, was all it had said. The address had been some obscure place. The date, in true Steele style, was Halloween.

An afternoon in a video arcade shows Junior there's more to Dave than a badass attitude and killer guitar skills.

But why all these feelings? Why'd he have to be so protective of some guy who\'d rolled up from Minnesota? He wasn\'t gay. Fuck no, he wasn\'t gay.

So why, whenever he looked at David, did he feel a strange sense of love. It was different to the brotherly love he\'d felt for the Met guys. This was hearts and flowers and butterflies.

Winter in Minnesota had its ups and downs. On the up, it always snowed for Christmas. On the down, it always snowed, even when you didn't want it to.

What if Dave was never kicked out of Metallica? Finally sick of his antics, James dumps him in a special kind of rehab.

Warning: AU, BDSM, non-con, possible crack-fic...

Cradling David, he smiled, watching his face change in the large, hazel eyes. “Wanna get naked?”

David chuckled, his body shaking both of them. “You're always the charmer, aren\'t you? How about if I say no and that I\'ll only get naked if you take me to dinner.”

Sequel to 40,000 Feet.

What he'd really wanted the room for was the large, white oval bathtub. Set on a plinth of stone, it sat beside one of the windows, allowing them to spy on the world below. It rested on four golden paws, the taps sprouting from the side. If he wasn\'t mistaken, it was the most comfortable bath in all of LA.

David gets more than he bargained for during a game of Secret Santa.

Yeah, he's uncontrollable. Everyone knows it. What Dave hadn\'t betted on was someone trying to tame him.

All I ever hear is Dave bitchin', whinin\', moanin\' and complainin\'. Time for him to put that pretty mouth to a better use.

Dave finds his very normal vacation being interrupted by a not-so-normal new friend.

Groaning, he rolled onto his back and gazed at the space above him. It was quickly filled by a sadistically sneering Junior, the foot that had sent him flying slowly being withdrawn.

“Ready to play, Mustaine?”

As the Sandman kept weaving his spell, an early Christmas gift slipped in silently beside him. He didn't stir as it slithered around him, hands and lips and warm silky tongue beginning to weave their own Yuletide magic.

“No! Please, no!” My voice rattles around my head like a spirit I can't catch. I can hear myself screaming, feel it even, but I\'m not there. Not in my body. I\'m there, somewhere, watching as my body is torn to pieces, violated and used.

Yep, even the mighty Dave Mustaine can be a hopeless romantic at times!

It had started many, many years before. A slow burning fire which had refused to die. He'd tried everything to get rid of the feelings; sex, drugs, counselling, rehab, religion, the obligatory rock n\' roll. But it had done little to douse the fire.