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The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

"There, there sweet boy..." He murmured, kissing over the bruises and cuts he had made across his lover's pale skin as he laid beside him pulling the covers up halfway over them letting them drape over their hips. He kept close to the smaller man, not pressed against but close enough to where Luke could feel the possessive heat radiating off the drummer's powerful body.

Stroking, running his hand down the singer's back and sides, through his slick ebony hair as he laid next to him watching his lover go in and out of consciousness from the beating he received made Albany smirk. He wasn't sure just exactly what sparked this change in his personality, only that he loved to make Luke scream and writhe beneath him, to plead him to stop and continue all at once while at the same time making the drummer feel in complete control.
 
The gentle kisses and the way Albany touched him possessively made him relax. It was comforting the way he would hold him and talk to him when the abuse was all over. The singer had come to enjoy the pain, though it always left him sore and a mess afterwards. He settled down against his pillow, still gasping, his breathing refusing to even out just yet as the pain in his body seemed to spread and intensify now that the wonderful effects of his orgasm were fading.

He rolled onto his back, his side now pressed against Albany's powerful chest and stomach, feeling the hard muscles against him. Luke leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips, his body too weak for him to hold his head up for longer than a second. He fell back against the pillow and rolled to face Albany, pressing his chest against him and propping one leg on the drummer's broad hips, burying his face against his lover's collar bone as he released a little trembling whine from the pain.

He put an arm around him and closed his eyes, hugging the man who had just inflicted all this pain on him and planting a needy little kiss on his chest. "...love you." The singer's voice was weak and barely above a whisper.
 
"Mh...I love you too..." He murmured sweetly, kissing his temple as he breathed in the scent of his sweat and after-sex. He let out a low growl of possessive pleasure as Luke curled around him again but suppressed the feelings deep down to allow his lover some rest as he watched him drift off to sleep.

Soon Albany was out, a running joke between them of how Albany could sleep while the world ended around them as he held Luke tightly against him.

Up in the morning as he took a shower allowing Luke to sleep in, he had made the arrangement to leave earlier in the morning when the paparazzi were deep in their hell pits. Right before he left he made coffee for the both of them, setting it at Luke's nightstand with a note that reminded him to ice and heat the bruises. Grimacing a bit, he wasn't sure why he went from completely sadistic and laughing at the pain of his lover to reminding him certain things every time.

Getting into his dark cherry-red sports car he drove off to his own apartment across town. It wasn't very lavish, he only stayed there when Luke had gotten in fights with him or a place to be when Luke couldn't have him around. Of coarse, his boyfriend had a spare key. He practiced on drum work through the morning before they were to meet up at the studio.
 
Luke had awoken to a lot of lingering pain and an empty bed. It made him bury his head in his pillow and start to cry. He hated that Albany had to leave so early, and he thought about anything he could do to change that. Coming out would solve everything in Albany's opinion, but Luke thought that would just make the scandals surrounding his life even worse. All he wanted was just for things to be more normal for them. There were times when he thought about what it might be like just to be a normal person without fame complicating his life.

The little note that Albany had left him was not necessary, but he had read it all the same. He folded it up and leaned over to draw a little chest out from under the bed which he opened with a key from the nightstand's drawer. He put the note inside with every other one Albany had ever written him. The chest was starting to get full, he would have to get something bigger soon, maybe even a safe.

He drank the coffee appreciatively, it had faded to room temperature by the time he woke up, but he often liked it that way, it wouldn't burn him, and he was bad about accidentally searing his mouth with hot coffee. Once that was done, he shakily got to his feet, still whimpering from the pain and his now-forgotten sobs. Luke went to the bathroom to get cleaned up, delicately washing his body and then going to the mirror to survey the damage. He was really starting to look the part of an abuse victim. His cheek was sporting a very ugly bruise that was purple tinged with flecks of black. There were clawmarks and bruises down both of his sides, his hips badly bruised from repeated overlayed injuries, the dark marks even sporting a hint of yellowish brown around the edges where some of the older bruises were trying to heal. His throat was also badly bruised, and that had kind of been a staple of his look lately.

With a sigh, he put on his makeup, paying special attention to the large nasty bruise on his face that actually extended up around his eye and into his temple. He never could figure himself out, getting off on this kind of thing was surely not normal. He went to get dressed, making sure to cover most of his skin with his outfit which was all back and sleek. He finished the look off with a long grey wool scarf that he wrapped around his neck until all of the bruises were covered. Satisfied with this, he went and got his driver, heading for the studio.
 
Albany ran a little late, it was almost a running joke with the band members considering he lived in the cheaper part of town unlike everyone else. Their managers, record labels, even the other two guitarists tried to talk Albany into moving somewhere closer and less...Well minimalist.

The drummer rarely let anyone into his apartment, the reason being it was incredibly bare with only the necessities and the reason why could never be answered. Hell, he didn't even let Luke in because he was embarrassed and irritated with the commute he had to take almost every day. All of his regular stuff was at the singer's place and there were times the drummer felt cheap having to leave at the crack of dawn.

--

"Out again last night, tiger? Hittin' up some poor young guy with your silky charm?" Reiner, the bass guitarist purred as Albany walked in, to which the drummer shot him a look and sat down at his drum set.

He paid no mind to Luke and the lead guitarist as they went through a few tracks, Albany keeping quiet as usual, something his small, precious group of fans loved about him, how humble and down to earth, how easy and real he was at interviews.

Yeah...Real unlike... He found himself glancing over at Luke, drifting off again but he kept his expression guarded, and no one could tell what he was thinking. Perhaps that was a good thing as well.

When Albany turned around to look at something, their manager walked in, passing the lead singer but there was a slight pressure felt upon his ass as the manager walked off as if nothing happened, no one noticing and maybe...It didn't happen? Their manager never seemed to be that kind of person, and considering Albany with his watchful eye didn't react...
 
Luke had been talking to Dallas, the lead guitarist as they went over a few tracks. Dallas wasn't his real name, but he'd gone by that for the last few years because his real name was "just too damned boring for a rockstar." The band had accepted that and went along with it.

He'd been watching Dallas play and nodding as he talked to him about certain riffs he was wanting to work into the song they were currently working on, Luke meanwhile offering tips about where in the song they might sound best, by demonstrating what he'd be singing for that part.

When the manager came in, Luke looked back at the door briefly, then went back to talking to Dallas. Their manager then went out of his way to walk over close to him and brush by him, one hand groping the singer's ass roughly on his way by, though it wouldn't be where Albany could see it because of the angles they were standing at, with Luke's back away from the drummer. He cut his eyes briefly at the manager as the man continued on out of the room, wondering what that was about. It wasn't uncommon for the guys to grab his ass sometimes though, it was just the kind of antics they got up to, so he didn't think anything of it.
 
Oblivious to the entire situation, Albany continued to work on his drum work throughout their studio sessions. At one point he left to a room by himself to allow him to concentrate on the beats and time changes. Taking his work seriously he didn't allow the thoughts of Luke to interrupt his progress until his brain was just too fried to take it.

--

As everyone else was doing their own things he left to find his lover, roaming the halls of the studio, stopping to hear the guitarist's play their pieces in the tracks before going off to find his beloved singer. He had passed their manager John, once more in the hall and paused feeling almost a heated gaze as he glanced back seeing the manager continue to walk down the hall.

A pit formed in his stomach, and before he knew it he was rushing down the hallway to find Luke, hoping to find a little bit of solace if they were in the same room together.
 
The manager had pulled Luke aside, taking him to his office under the guise of needing to do some paperwork. That had turned out to be a lie. Once the man had Luke alone he had shoved him against the wall and forced his tongue down his throat. He had told Luke that he wanted him, and Luke had pushed him away. He'd threatened him, telling him that he was nothing without him, and he would have his way with him one way or the other, but he had ultimately left him alone in his office after that.

Luke had been left sitting in a chair with a confused look on his face for what felt like quite along time before he got up and numbly walked out into the hall, only to have Albany literally run into him, almost knocking him down. "Ow... hey!" He turned around to see who it was and took a deep breath. "Oh... hey..."
 
Albany grunted but wasn't dazed from the impact, his hand coming up and grasped Luke's shoulder to stable him. Cocking a brow he was amused by how Luke greeted him as he glanced around seeing no one around as he planted a quick kiss upon his unbruised brow.

"It's nice to see you too, love." He purred in his ear, testing their boundaries a tad, giving his ear lobe a loving nip before pulling back looking at him confused. "Why are you over here? I thought you were going to do some recording..." Pausing he saw Luke's lips were slightly swollen as his eyes narrowed just slightly. Surely his beloved wouldn't cheat on him...No one else knew...Right? Why would they be...

Shaking his head, the drummer suppressed his inner rage and exhaustion and instead he found his fingers curling on his shirt pulling him closer.

"Mh...But I guess if you're just gonna walk around then you must have time for me?" He growled possessively flashing a toothy grin at his lover.
 
What had just happened to him with John had left him dazed. It had felt like an attack, his touches had been unwanted and invasive, and it left Luke feeling defensive and violated. Albany wasn't helping. The little kiss didn't bother him, and he only stiffened slightly at the nip on his ear. "John needed to talk to me about something... one of the songs, he's had an idea for a director to hook us up with for a music video." He wasn't lying entirely, they had touched on that briefly before he'd cornered the singer with his forceful lips and wandering hands.

The way Albany grabbed his shirt and loomed over him, pinning him to the wall made him whimper. He didn't want anyone to touch him right now. Nevermind the fact that they were in a relatively public place where the manager, sound crew, or other band members could walk up on them at any second. He put a hand on Albany's chest, not pushing him, just putting his hand between them. "Not here... not now... I do need to get back to recording. I'm sorry."
 
He wasn't trying to hurt him this time, only wanting some closeness and a little bit of non sexual intimacy until Luke killed it. The crooked smirk across Albany's face was all but smacked off as he straightened, his hand dropping from the singer's shoulder.

Slowly he looked at the hand putting space between them and then back to Luke's eyes down to his lips. The singer could feel Albany go absolutely ridged before stepping away saying nothing. He watched Luke go off to the recording studio, his jaw set and his expression hard to read before he turned and left needing to get some fresh air if he was going to get anything done today.
 
That look in Albany's eyes made the singer's blood run cold. His heart ached in his chest, knowing how mad he'd just made him. Tonight was not going to be an easy night at all. The bad thing was, he really didn't need this shit on top of what had just happened with John. What he really needed was some time alone to just gather himself, but they had songs that had to get made, so he went back to the recording area.

He poured all of his negative feelings that day into his voice as he sang track after track, working with the guitarists on overlays and dodging Albany's steely glances. The closer the end of the day got, the more anxious he was, and as soon as he had sang the last chorus for the day, he went to the lounge and grabbed a whole bottle of vodka, taking it with him to his car, thinking he was lucky he had a driver today or he just might get a DUI.

He drank heavily on the way home, knowing Albany had left before him and would likely be there waiting on him when he arrived. There was going to be a fight tonight, he just knew it, and he was more scared than angry. He didn't have a chance of defending himself once it got physical, and he knew it likely would. He got out of the car and walked to the door, taking a deep breath before he turned the knob and stepped inside, closing it behind him.
 
Albany's car wasn't to be seen when Luke pulled up but his lover prowled inside like a predator. At first Albany wasn't going to do anything physical, just simply tell Luke he was going to get a few of his clothes and go to his apartment for a couple nights but when he saw the bottle of vodka in the singer's hand, he snapped.

As the door latched shut, Luke was shoved against the wall as the bottle was snatched from his grip. Albany smacked the glass against the door making it shatter, holding the neck with jagged ends in his hand as some of the shards cut into him, making the drummer's hand bleed just a bit.

"What the fuck Luke? We're supposed to be in this together and I swear to god if you're hiding stuff from me...." He snarled pointing the glass of the bottle to his lover, his eyes wild as he also had a few drinks. "You know. How fucking paranoid I get. Something is up and if you don't spill right now I'll make you scream it from the top of your lungs."
 
Albany was on him the second he got the door shut, slamming him against the wall and snatching his bottle away from him. He shattered it right next to his head, the remaining vodka soaking into his shirt and a few shards of glass flying in his direction, one leaving a shallow cut on his cheek.

He stared at the drummer with wide eyes, feeling like his heart had stopped. He couldn't breathe as Albany threatened him with the broken bottle, it was jagged and sharp enough on the edges to be used as a murder weapon.

"I... what are you talking about? Please put the bottle down, Albany... don't hurt me... don't hurt me like that..." His voice was shaky and panicked, the wild look in his lover's eyes really scaring him.
 
Staring at him for what seemed to be an eternity for them both, he dropped the bottle as it crashed to the ground. He grabbed his lover's shirt collar and pulled him across the living room before shoving him to fall onto the floor in the middle of the area.

"Don't worry love. I know just how to hurt you. Now strip." He ordered, his voice sickeningly sweet yet also laced with venom. The stress was becoming too much, the drummer breaking down as he watched him, his eyes dark and clouded over as if all positive emotion became void to their world.

"I'll show you what happens when you just push me away. Because I swear Luke. You ever want me to show my sweet side again you will never. Push. Me. Away."
 
When the bottle finally dropped to the ground, Luke still didn't relax, not even a little bit, the murderous look in Albany's eyes didn't fade or soften. He snatched him by the front of his shirt and pulled him into the living room, throwing him into the floor hard enough to hurt him. He landed hard on one knee and fell onto his side from the pain, his breath coming in panicked little gasps.

The alcohol hadn't been enough to dull this, all it had done was make him dizzy and even more defenseless than normal, any pleasantness from the vodka was now chased away by adrenaline. "Why...." His voice sounded defeated and terrified.

He didn't move to take off his clothes at first, tears beginning to stream down his cheeks as his body shook with sobs. Today had already been a horrible day, and he toyed with the idea of just telling Albany what had happened, but in his current state of anger, he was too afraid to tell him, too scared of what he might do to him for not telling him earlier. "Please... don't do this right now... Albany, you're scaring me..."
 
Albany grit his teeth and set his jaw as he waited for the younger man to just comply. However when he didn't this time, Albany just couldn't handle it anymore as he closed his eyes and stepped back. Luke wouldn't listen, he wouldn't even tell him what was going on and it just spiked his anxiety even further.

With his hand still bleeding, he snatched his jacket he had hung up earlier and tossed it over his shoulder as he moved to the door.

"Fine. Have it your way." He growled as he reached for the door handle, not caring if anyone saw him going out through the front as he slammed it behind him going off to where his car was parked down the block away from the singer's estate. Albany still saw red, but he couldn't become that sort of abuser, not when Luke really didn't want it.
 
Luke watched him go, surprised that he'd actually left. Even if he didn't expect Albany to outright rape him, he was very shocked that he hadn't even hit him a few times, he could tell how angry he was. He had threatened him with a bottle that could have easily put him in the hospital or killed him. His whole body was shaking with adrenaline, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

After a few moments just laying in the floor and gasping, his heartbeat taking a long time to slow down, he got to his feet and climbed onto the couch, just collapsing on it and crying for what felt like hours. He hated this, the way their relationship had made Albany, the stress of keeping all these secrets, and now the way John was treating him, it was just too much to handle.

After a while, he went to the bar and took a bottle of whiskey, turning on the TV and drinking straight from the bottle as he tried to just distract himself with one show or another, but nothing really worked.
 
Slamming the door of his apartment, his back hitting against it as he slid down, his head in his hands and his fingers curled in his dark locks. It wasn't often Albany cried, and at least he was gifted to do it quietly and would only do it when no one else was around. He felt like a monster, the image of how he pointed the jagged glass at Luke's neck made him sick to his stomach as he sat there for the entirety of the night.

--

As far as studio practice went for the next coupe of days, Albany didn't show up which sent the guitarists and other staff members into a panic. Sure Albany being late because of across town traffic was something they could all laugh at but the drummer never missed rehearsal unless he was on his death bed.

On the second day he came in quietly, before everyone else and sat at his drum set, his curly hair more of a mess than usual and his normally well trimmed bristle was turning into a full beard as he tapped a symbol quietly as he spaced out.

He had no idea what was happening, he knew if Luke would just tell him he could have some piece of sanity. However because Albany didn't know, over the past few days of his absence, John continued to make advantage after advantage onto the rock star.
 
John had been steadily pursuing Luke in the days that followed, groping him here, cornering him there, his advances always aggressively physical no matter how much the singer said no, or tried to pull away from him. He was working up to outright rape, but it hadn't gone that far yet, the singer was getting more antsy by the day, starting to really hate going into the studio at all.

Albany's absence had him at his wit's end. He'd called him over and over and he would never answer, he wouldn't even text back. Luke was terrified he'd done something horrible to himself, but every time he thought about physically going to his apartment, the image of him holding that jagged bottle mere inches from his throat kept him from it.

When he came in today, he saw Albany sitting at his drum set and he nearly ran to him, he got all the way to him before he stopped himself. One of the guitarist's was there, and he looked over at him for a moment with a nervous look on his face, then he shrugged off his nerves and went to the drummer, getting close and wanting to hug him, but afraid to make that leap on his own, worried that he would hit him or push him away. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry about the other night. I... I should've just got undressed. Please don't hate me... I miss you!" He didn't even care if their bandmate overheard or not.
 
Reiner paused as he saw Luke come in and glanced between the two other men before setting his guitar down and left to 'go get a drink.' It was unknown if the guitarists really knew to Albany and Luke but they never commented, if anyone asked Reiner would simply say Luke needed to talk to Albany in private about his absences.

Albany didn't look up when the door opened, assuming it was Dallas to begin with until he heard Luke's voice. His eyes narrowed as he still tapped the symbol and didn't look up at him.

"It's not that you didn't get undressed. It's that you're obviously hiding something. From someone you shouldn't be hiding things from. Luke I tell you fucking everything." He growled and then let out a gruff sigh, closing his eyes. "Either way. As much as we've found...Whatever the hell it is we do in bed incredibly exhilarating...I don't want to actually hurt you. I...I don't know what came over me with that bottle but I don't want to be that kind of person."
 
Luke wrung his hands nervously for a moment, then suddenly moved closer to Albany, getting behind his drums and leaning in to wrap his arms around his neck, he hugged him hard and buried his face against his shoulder, starting to cry. He was too overwhelmed with emotion right now to give a damn where they were.

"I know... I know you wouldn't really hurt me... not like that... not that badly..." He spoke quietly turning his face just enough against him to keep his voice from being muffled against his shoulder.

"And... you're right, there is something I haven't told you... something I need to tell you, but I'm afraid... I'm so afraid of what will happen if I tell you... but I want to... I really do."
 
Albany was still not looking at his lover until he heard his drums shift and before he could look up there Luke was, curled against and clinging to him. Albany had been caught in a daze knowing one of the guitarists was in the room until he heard the door close assuming they left to give them some space.

Jaw slacking as he was clung against and a wetness was felt against his collarbone as he leaned back to look at the singer. Slowly he wrapped his arms around Luke's smaller frame and held him for a moment but until Luke told him he really did want to tell him something, Albany let out a gruff noise and let him go.

"Really wanting to tell me something rather than just telling me doesn't fix the pain you caused. I already don't forgive myself for pointing a weapon at you but for God's sake Luke why can't you tell me? What are you going to lose? You're a fucking multi-million dollar super star." He grumbled and paused, pushing him off lightly when their manager came in, not to be passive aggressive but to still follow the rules Luke set out for them in the beginning part of the relationship.
 
Luke opened his mouth to try and find those words, wanting to tell him. He was so afraid of there being bloodshed this morning if he did though, that he hesitated, and that was all it took. During the hesitation Albany pushed him away, still not really softening at all to him, and just as the singer had been about to protest, John walked in.

"Luke, we need to talk about the music video. I have important news!" He beckoned to the singer and headed for his office, just expecting him to follow.

Luke looked after him with wide eyes for a moment, looking back to Albany with a hurt look in his eyes. "I will tell you, I promise... just... not here, not right now..." He looked like he might cry again as he rubbed his eyes with the backs of his hands, then turned to obediently follow their manager to his office, stepping inside the small room with his heart pounding in his chest. "Please tell me this is really about the video..."
 
Albany frowned as he watched his lover go, squeezing his arm lightly before Luke walked off out the door before fiddling with his drums once more.

John however shut and locked the door when Luke came in his eyes dark. "You'd really like that wouldn't you? I didn't know you and Albany were close however...After I'm done with you I'm throwing him out of the band."

John was a possessive man much like Albany but perhaps on a worse level. Grabbing the younger man he forced him over his desk, his chest smashed against the hard wood as John clasped a hand against his mouth his other hand making his way down his pants.

Albany however, he felt something was wrong, seeing how Luke's facial expression changed when John entered the room. The drummer got up after a moment hearing John's door slam a bit as he walked down the hall listening quietly trying to hear what was going on.
 
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