Authors notes: You know you guys leave me speechless. I really love you all for the comments, thank you so much for taking the time to review. It means so much, too much I guess. This chapter has some sex stuff in it, just a warning.

Drakanaa Byzanthum: Yea Judy's a cutie. Hope you like hun ^^ lplover22: this chp looks sad? It depends on you as to how you look on it. Thanks for your comments hun, you know they always mean so much! .:=Miss-Gah-gah=:.: Mwaha! I found you on DA *giggle* Hope the emotiocons are working out! Thanks so much for faving this hun, that means so much *glomp* hit_n_run_me: Yea I guess I should slow my updates just a little to ensure people comment XP Glad you're enjoying this hun ^^ Vampire Princess: Mwaha! I'm gonna try slow updates to every second day XP Hope you like this chap hun :) TYshangshan: *giggle* Thanks hun, your comments mean so much as always, I’m so happy you're enjoying this! ^^ FUNsize: Am I awesome now? *giggle* Well I guess bad depends on your interpretation. Anyhoo here's the next chapter. Lady Shinoda: lol, I have no problem examining Chester pictures closely for long periods of time ^///^ Glad you liked the last chp and hope you like this one ^^ NalaNyaSilmaRyl: Oops, I should correct that, thanks for that hun ^-^ The facial features? That was hard cause I couldn't write about visual like...say the contrast of their skin color or anything XP axl adamic: You're falling? Hope it didn't hurt XP *giggle* glad you liked it hun! Chan.xx: Yeah they're both idiots when it comes to each other! Err Mike? Well you get to find out now ^.^ stefy: Yeah Ches is insane but...well there's a lot of pressure on him to be famous which we kinda see later, please read on ^^.

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The next day Chester woken up in a friends apartment, laying out on the soft, wine carpet of their living room floor. He could smell the strong tang of vomit, alcohol, sex and possibly even piss. There was enough people passed out in the penthouse to fill a small nightclub. Many were half clothed or naked with empty beer bottles tight in their hands, held by death grip as they slept.

Chester stood and rubbed his forehead which was thumping loudly. He stepped over people, unsure if they were asleep or dead. He looked to find the woman who owned this house. Natasha.

She was passed out, scarcely clothed in the arms of a large, buff man. Her thin, stick arms bruised from where she injected many, many needles. Chester inspected her ribcages, small boobs and gaunt face. Like Chester Natasha was a model although she opted for an almost rock and roll lifestyle.

Chester considered waking Tasha to tell her he was leaving but decided against it. He swayed, still sick from the lethal amount of alcohol he had consumed last night. As he searched through the sleeping bodies for his shirt he passed by a large mirror.

Chester looked to himself. Dark circles under the eyes, unnaturally pale skin adorned with vibrant tattoos, rib cage almost entirely visible through his skin. He looked hung over and unwell and yet unknown to himself he was still the most beautiful person standing in this room. He had lost count of the number of blowjobs he was offered last night, each one he had turned down.

Finding his shirt, Chester grinned slightly and pulled it on as he stepped over the people to get to Tasha's kitchen to get a glass of water. Washing ale out of a glass from last night he called a cab, after which he called another number.

"Hello?"

"Mike." Chester smiled at the sleepy voice at the end of the line. He was a bit nervous of talking to the youth after last night, hoping that whatever went wrong would be better now that they slept on it. "Hey it's me."

"Oh hi Chester." Mike yawned. "Sorry I just woke up."

"Hope I didn't wake you." Chester cringed.

"No...I needed to get up anyway...so how's things?"

"Good I guess. I'm...in a friends house. You?"

"Like I said, just waking."

"Great...you have any plans at all?"

"Why? You want to finish that sculpture?"

"Mike I don't want to push you. If you wanna just hang out then that's fine with..."

"No, no. I really don't mind at all. Might as well get as much as we can done."

"Ok. As long as you're sure."

"Of course. I'll see you later?"

"Well I'm getting a cab to head home but unless you're going back to sleep maybe I'll just go straight to your place."

"That'd suit just fine. I'll see you whenever."

"Awesome, see you Mike."

Mike shut the off button and whipped threatening sleep from his eyes before yawning again. He had been originally annoyed by the call that woke him but as soon as he heard Chester his heart lightened. Thank god nothing was weird between them at all.

Mike stood out of his bed, hand lashing out to find the smooth wall. It was cold beneath his fingertips and he walked slowly, knowing his way to the kitchen with the help of the walls. Behind him he could hear his beloved pup Judy pad along as he took small steps. Mike smiled, stopping and scratching her ear before he continued.

In the kitchen Judy whimpered for some kibble as Mike switched on the kettle. He sighed and felt along the counter for the cardboard box. One came to hand and he picked it up, shaking it. What was in it sounded too light, cereal. Another box beside it hosted heavier contents and Mike poured them into his dogs bowl.

Soon both were fed and while Mike was getting dressed, pulling his shirt over his head to be more precise him bell rang.

"Just a minute!" Slowly he made his way into the hall by himself. "Who's there?"

Outside Chester heard Mike's question. He bent and opened the metallic mail flap.

"Dude it's me!" He called into the house, peeking in and seeing Judy staring back but no Mike.

"Ok Ches." Mike called, taking out his key and pressing the auto lock button twice to open the entrance. He heard Chester greet his dog in baby talk before footsteps drew close.

"Hi man." Chester's smile was week. He hadn't realized how suddenly being in Mike's apartment again he would be so nervous. "err...so how's things?"

"Thing's are good..." Mike nodded, biting his bottom lip. "They're..really...good...so." He slapped his hands together. "Are we ready to continue?" The sudden smile that crossed Mike's lips eased Chester's nerves and he couldn't help but grin back. Already he was such a sucker for that smirk.

"Of course we're ready." Chester smiled, following Mike as the youth slowly made his way to the studio. Although now he knew his way around Mike's home Chester followed beside him as Mike's hand trailed along the walls, hitting lightly off the occasional painting. Judy jogged by their feet but Mike was stubborn and adamant he was making it on his own.

Chester smiled, finding Mike's attitude strangely cute but he kept his opinion to himself and slowly followed his friend, humming to himself. Mike sighed.

"I'm sorry man." He muttered, feeling horrid for him slowing Chester down. "Really." Chester sighed and patted the youths shoulder.

"Don't worry man. I genuinely don't mind at all." Chester grinned as they turned into the studio. He offered his hand to help Mike to the table where a piece of clay lay under clear plastic. Mike blushed slightly but unnoticeable as Chester's long, slender fingers wound with his own. Chester smiled at the warm contact. He loved the feel of those slender hands in his and already was anticipating the feel of that palm against his cheek. Even after he sitting down Mike was unwilling to remove his hand from Chester's palm.

Both stayed like that for a minute.

Mike sitting on the chair, gazing up to Chester's left, hand still resting in the models who was standing, unwilling to take his hand away. Mike's skin was so soft to touch. He wondered what it would taste like.

"I kinda need this." Mike muttered, indicating to his hand. Chester blushed madly and stuttered incoherent muttering before reluctantly removing the contact between him and Mike.

"Y-you're right man." He stuttered, sitting beside his friend and dragging the chair closer. Mike smiled, extending his hand only to come in contact with Chester's chest rather than his face. A small chuckle escaped Chester but Mike sensed the nervous manner behind it.

Beneath his hand he could feel Chester's heart thudding madly. He bit his lip and allowed his hand to move back up to Chester's face, to feel the features he had already become addicted to.

There it was again. Those loud thumps of his heart as his fingers skimmed across Chester's lower lip. The cool lip ring contrasting with the warm, staggered breathing. Mike's right hand worked on the now reveled piece of clay. Motioning the soft, damp mould with the flat of this thumb. He fashioned the clay until it felt as smooth as Chester's flesh. With his nail he lightly put in the detail on the unblemished face.

He couldn't believe it. Chester was just so beautiful, it was simply breath-taking but Mike didn't utter a word. He couldn't risk ruining his friendship with Chester because of a crush.

'I wish I could see him so much!' He thought to himself, feeling nothing short of longing in his body.

"You ok Mike?" Chester muttered, afraid to move his lips too much. "You just got really quiet." Mike smiled brightly as his fingers moved to Chester's top lip.

"I'm good." He said as he molded the clay with his finger. "Just trying to concentrate." Chester smiled, head unconsciously dropping slightly to the side as Mike's soft hands caressed his face. Mike smiled again as he continued to work on the piece.

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A few hours later and Mike and Chester were sitting by Mike's kitchen counter, gnawing on food. Mike ate his lasagna, feeling slightly guilty for doing so on front of Chester who had to put up with celery sticks and a single slice of cold bacon.

"How can you survive on that?" Mike asked as he ate. Chester shrugged.

"I donno but the agency says if I don't get my weight down they could sue me and...well I don't want that to happen." Mike laughed lightly and shook his head leaning on the table.

"That sucks...but at least there must be some perks...right?" Chester shrugged again and sighed loudly.

"You could say that I guess. I mean...I actually never really wanted to be a model if I'm serious." Mike cocked an eyebrow.

"Seriously?" He stated. "Well what did you want to be?" Chester shrugged.

"Well I liked music a lot. I still like music. I play guitar and everything." Mike smiled.

"You know...that's it. You can play me a song as payment for the mold." Chester gasped.

"No fucking way dude. One song? For that masterpiece? I'm paying you and that's that. I mean...you've put so many hours into it, I have to pay for it." Mike sighed. There was no stopping the youth.

"Ok then. But you're still playing me a song." Chester smiled and shrugged. "Like...why shouldn't you still get into music?" Chester shrugged.

"I donno. I'm not sure if I could with the contract I'm on with the agency...I'd love to do it though. Think about it, I could eat all I want. I wouldn't be so skinny." Chester patted his stomach. "I mean...who wants to date a guy who would slip through the cracks on the street." Mike laughed at Chester's self pitying humor.

"Yea I like 'em with a bit of meat on them myself." Mike grinned to himself, appreciating the double meaning of his sentence which thankfully Chester didn't seem to notice. He simply complained quietly about his food. Mike tried to finish his lasagna swiftly so not to make Chester's meal worse.

"So are we gonna finish it today do you think?" Chester asked, thinking of the piece laying on the table, waiting to be fashioned to perfection. Mike simply shrugged.

"I'd say. I really just need to get the detail in some of the hair and your left ear." A smile crossed Mike's face, that is...I mean if you stopped squirming and giggling every time I touched it." Chester blushed madly but frowned.

"C'mon Mike. It's like my one weakness. I turn to a mess of laughing if someone goes at that ear, in anyway."

"Jesus how do you act if a girl licks it?" Mike asked, smiling to himself. "You'd be terrible." Chester forced a laugh this time. A girl. Mike had said a girl. That's what he automatically thought so evidently he was straight and assumed so was Chester.

'You're a fucking idiot Bennington!' Chester told himself. 'I mean...he's so cute and funny. Of course he like's girls. Just because people say the best of them are always gay doesn't make it true.' Chester suddenly shifted awkwardly in his chair, eyeing the green rabbit food and frowning. He didn't want to eat it, it was tasteless muck.

Just as Chester was about to open his mouth to suggest starting back at the model his phone rang. He growled. Did his cell have something against him having some quality time with Mike?

"Hello?" He growled into it, heart gripping as he heard sobs, sobs which had become all too familiar since his teenage years. The muttering behind the crying was incoherent, Chester sighed. "Mom? Mom please just...just calm down and tell me what's wrong?"

Mike could hear faint worry in Chester's words but something behind his voice had him think that maybe the youth was so used to whatever was happening it was second nature.

"C-Chester...baby..."

"Mom what's wrong?" Chester's mother was the greatest worrier but she seemed particularly upset. "Mom please, is it Brian? Is he hurt?"

"N-no you're brother's f-f-fine." Chester sighed happily. Brian had been in Lebanon for two years, every day they worried about him.

"Then what is it?"

"It's your father!" Chester moaned, of course it was his dad, it was always his dad.

"What did he do now?"

"He's outside the house. He's drunk!" Chester's heart gripped.

"I'll be right there mom." He hung up, not wanting to hear her crying anymore. He felt horrible for leaving Mike but he had to, his dad could be dangerous drunk. "Mike..."

"It's ok." Mike cut in. "If you have to go then go. We can finish this whenever it suits." Chester was standing at this point. He smiled at Mike and leaned across the counter, hugging his friend.

"Thanks man." Chester was whispering as he hugged Mike. He could feel the male's muscles tense under his grip but he didn't know why. Chester was unaware that this was because Mike could clearly feel his moist, hot breath on his ear.

Mike almost whimpered once Chester pulled away. He bit his lip to stop the disappointed sound escaping.

"Bye." He muttered to which Chester replied 'see ya'. Mike couldn't hide disappointment but Judy nudging his leg, looking for a biscuit gave him something else to focus on. "Hey girl." He smiled, rubbing her and giving her a treat. She whimpered happily but beyond her Mike heard the front door close. He felt his heart drop.

'Stop it!' He told himself as he continued to rub Judy, a stray tear in the corner of his eye. 'How fucking sad do you have to be to feel dependant on his company already. Call Brad...yeah, call Brad. Get out, do something, go somewhere, meet people...Yea, that's a good idea.'

Judy backed away as Mike's hand withdrew from her fur to go to his pocket and take out his cell.

Brad

The cell rang out the name and Mike smiled. He was thankful for the robot voice on his cell which informed him of his actions. He had forked out a small fortune on the cell but he needed it. The phone rang and pretty soon Brad answered.

"Hey dude what's up?"

"Hi Brad, I was just wondering if you were doing anything later. You know, thought maybe we could hang out." He could hear the hesitation on the other end of the line.

"I'm sorry dude...I'm working actually. Kyle is killing me with all this overtime." Mike felt disappointed but nodded.

"Ok dude." He sighed. "Don't suppose Dave would..."

"He's over at Linsey's...sorry Mike." Mike sighed but forced some cheer in his voice.

"No it's ok...look I'd better go anyway...I...I have things to do."

"Alright Mike. I'll see you some other day."

"Bye Brad!" And they hung up. Mike moaned and stood up from the table, accidentally knocking a glass that landed with a crash. "FUCK!" He cried, pissed of with the incident. Judy barked, aware that her master was upset. Mike brushed frustrated tears away and slowly made his way through the kitchen in search of the brush and dustpan.

Finding the plastic cleaning equipment he searched for where the glass broke. He found it when his shoe came into contact with something small that made a clink when he touched off it. Bending, he was slow to scoop up the glass into the dustpan. Once he was confident the cutlery was clear off his floor he cautiously reached out a hand, patting the ground, thankful he felt no glass.

After a moment or two the dustpan and brush were in their proper place beside the kitchen sink. Now Mike sighed, hands stretching along the kitchen counter as he made his way along the room, hoping to get to his bedroom soon. He reached the hall, knowing he was mere feet away from his room when Judy brushed against him, following.

"No girl!" He muttered, shooing her away. "Go to bed girl, g'on." Judy left, tail between her legs, unsure why her master didn't want her around. Mike sighed in relief once he got to his room. He closed his door, for a while he didn't want anyone around, not even his beloved guide dog.

Mike took his cell out of his pocket, resting it on his bed. He took off his top, rubbing his forehead with the shirt before slowly moving to the right corner of the room where his laundry basket lay. He dumped the shirt in the basket while toeing his shoes off. Soon his socks and pants joined his tee and Mike was lying on his bed in his underwear.

He ran a hand along the soft, satin duvet. With incredible difficulty Mike had changed the sheets of his bed that morning. It had taken an unnaturally long time for him to complete his task but it had been worth it, the satin sheets felt heavenly but that wasn't what was occupying Mike's mind at the moment.

He stretched out, hands running along the sheets of the bed as he felt for his phone which was perched on the edge. It almost fell but he gripped it and leaned back, typing in a well rehearsed number. It rang three times before answered.

Hello. The recording stated. Welcome to Gay Talk. Please wait a few moments. There are many hot, single men waiting on your call so please be patient, they'll be worth it.

Mike snorted as the waiting music came on. The obnoxious music chosen turned out to be 'Gay Bar', insulting possibly but suitable. Mike waited for a minute or two, hand running along his happy trail as he waited for someone to pick up.

"Hello?" A genuine human voice, dripping with seduction answered. "Someone out there?" Mike smiled.

"Of course." He purred back to a light chuckle. Mike liked the sound of this guys voice. "So am I privileged to a name here?"

"What do you want my name to be?" Mike's hand was tickling his abdomen as the youth spoke. So he got to choose the name? Fulfill a small, secret fantasy.

"Chester." Mike replied, allowing his hand to grasp his ever growing bulge through his boxers. A whimper escaping, so silent he didn't even notice himself.

"Chester?...Interesting choice I guess."

"Am I paying two forty a minute to hear you criticize my name choice?" Mike snapped. "No!" The youth smiled.

"Chester it is...err..."

"Mike." The male filled in the blank.

"Well what do you want me to do Mike?" The male currently named Chester replied. Mike closed his eyes as his fingertips pressed down on the bulge in his pants.

"Tell me what you're wearing?"

"Nothing!" The reply made Mike take a quick breath in. He felt himself grow as he imagined the youth on the other end of the line, naked as the day he was born.

"Are you hard?"

"Umm yeah. You're voice is fucking sexy dude. You got me all...hot!" Mike bit his lip and moaned lightly as his hand returned to his navel before sliding along his soft skin. "Are you hot for me too Mike?"

"Ches you know I am." Mike growled, hand extending into his boxers. He bit back a moan as his hand began to work on his erection. Eye's fluttered shut he listened to the youth on the other end pant lightly.

"Mike talk dirty to me." This new Chester begged. "Tell me what you'd do to me." Mike shut his eyes and thumbed the head of his cock.

"I'd have you get on your knees and suck me off." He muttered into the line, followed by a light gasp as his rapture stirred already, ideas of Chester being the one on the phone turning him on beyond comprehension.

"Yum. I bet you'd taste so good Mike." Mike bit his lip.

"Then I'd have you ride me."

"You like to bottom Mike?" Mike smiled.

"I suppose." He growled, panting harder as his stroking grew faster. "Fuck...Chester I want you to do something."

"What?"

"Finger yourself." There was a light chuckle from the male.

"For you Mike? Definitely." Mike moaned lightly, continuously masturbating as he heard the youth on the other end suck his fingers loudly. A minute later and the youth gasped loudly, Mike assumed he had done it.

"Tell me what it feels like?"

"Fuck it feels good." Chester replied. "So good," He hissed. "No ones asked me to do this in so long!"

"I bet you're tight." Mike moaned, feeling an orgasm stir.

"Fuck yeah."

"If you can't handle that I doubt you could handle my cock could you?"

"Fuck...I'd try. For you Mike anything!" This guy knew just what to say.

"Uh. I'm so close."

"Cum for me Mike!" Mike's eyes flickered shut. "Cum, scream my name." Mike listened to the voice, trying to remember the feel of Chester's features under his fingertips. How did the rest of him feel?

"C-Ches..." He gasped, eyes shooting. Constant darkness was interrupted by the mental image Mike had painted of Chester. "F-fuck! Oh god I'm so close." He stroked swiftly. The cell became sandwiched between his ear and his shoulder as his other hand stretched into his boxers too to play with his balls. "C-Chester!"

"Cum Mike! Oh god Mike."

"CHESTER!!" Mike screamed as he exploded all over his hand, soiling his boxers in seed. He collapsed back on the bed, panting loudly only to hear the male on the cell's breathing become rapid as he released too. There was silence for a moment or two.

"Thank you Chester." Was all Mike could gasp into the cell.

"No...thank you Mike." And with that he hung up, leaving Mike laying on the bed, a smile on his lips as he drift into a doze.

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Chester's dad stood outside his mother's house. Kyle Bennington had been drinking for some time and his usual drunken anger had accompanied him all the way to his ex wife Danielle's house.

"Fucking bitch!" He cried out, standing in the middle of the petite, well kept garden. He had broken an assortment of gnomes and potted plants in rage. "FUCKING HARLOT!!" Chester heard the harlot comment as he stood out of the cab and rushed to his disorderly father who was attracting attention from the neighbors.

"Dad!" He called out, rushing over to grip the male. Looking to the small house Chester could see his upset mother gazing out from the kitchen window. She was trapped in her home for fear of her ex. Her life shouldn't be that way.

"Geroff me!" Kyle cried out, shoving his son off and trying to deliver a punch to the side of his pretty face. Chester jumped back, yelping as the fist missed him. He caught his father's wrists, restraining him with unexpected strength.

"Dad just stop!" He cried out. "Please! What's wrong?" Kyle pointed to Danielle who was standing in the window.

"She is!" He cried out. "Fucking bitch!" Chester gripped his father's shoulders, making soothing noises, glad to see the physical anger leave him.

"Shh, what did mom do? C'mon, we're adults here." Kyle looked to his youngest son with distain. His expression was not unlike a five year old being told off for eating paste.

"Fucking slut breaking up my family!" Kyle muttered swaying drunkenly. "And...fucking...fucking bitch!" Chester sighed.

"This isn't about mom is it?" Kyle frowned and looked away. "Is this about Natalie?" He thought about his step mom, nineteen years his father's junior.

"She left." Chester sighed. He never liked her, she always came onto him at every opportunity.

"Then why aren't you terrorizing her house? Why mom? Just leave her alone, please dad!" Kyle glared at his son with anger. He flung his arm out, punching him so he heard a tooth crack. Chester fell to the ground as blood filled his mouth. Kyle glared at his son.

"Fucking pansy!" He cried out. "Can't take a fucking punch. So like a fag!" Chester looked up to see the neighbors whispering from the sanctity of their own gardens. They probably thought Kyle meant the term in general, not suspecting that his famous son was actually what he would call a fag.

"Dad." Chester's mouth shot with pain as he stood, unwilling to lower himself to his father's level. No wonder him mom divorced him. Sober he was the worlds number one dad but as he was mostly drunk this was a regular occurrence. "Please."

Kyle glared at his son before looking around, realizing just how big a crowd had gathered outside their homes to see him. Suddenly he was overcome with embarrassment. It was this and not regret that made him turn his back and flee to the cab Chester arrived in.

Danielle Morris-Bennington ran out of her home once her ex was in the cab which was now driving away. Cooing her youngest son, she encouraged him indoors where she got him a pack of frozen peas. She hushed him, rubbing his hair as she noted that he would get a nasty bruise thanks to his bastard father.

"Pity!" She stated, looking to where he was hit. It was swelling. "At least it's not permanent. Get some makeup and it'll look grand. You'll be back on the catwalk in no time."

Chester sighed and lowered his head, pushing the cool packet to where he was hit. Typical mom, only caring about his career.

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Authors notes: The Mike on the phone thing? Unexpected even to me XP There is a gay hotline in Ireland called Gay Talk, it's advertised beside the cartoons in one of the news papers [not a good place for promotion]. Also I've never had a need to call a sex line especially a gay one so I have no idea what they say or what happens. Hope you liked ^^

Next Chapter: For some reason he rushed over, running passed the children and flinging his arms around Mike. "Mike I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I've done a horrible thing. I'm such a bad person."

Mike's heart gripped and his stomach flipped as he felt Chester's arms around him. He raised a hand to the youths cheek, feeling the wet tears.

"Chester. Oh my god are you ok? Are you hurt?" His hands cupped Chester's cheeks. "Chester what's wrong?"

please R/R

Extra note: This is probably me being stupid but this is another style of Bennoda I do which isn’t allowed on the site, please tell me what you think!

http://chesters-linkin-lady.deviantart.com/art/Twas-the-night-before-bennoda-107419293

http://chesters-linkin-lady.deviantart.com/art/Vixenmel-s-poem-120303433

http://chesters-linkin-lady.deviantart.com/art/Bennoda-requestAmaralyn-115681131

and

http://chesters-linkin-lady.deviantart.com/art/Bennoda-poem-114844333