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Studio Tour

Dave Mustaine x reader

Summary: Dave spots you down the street and tries to rekindle your “friendship” by offering you a studio tour

Warnings:suggestive, Lars Ulrich cameo

The “recording” room you stepped into seemed to match the rest of the claustrophobic building Dave ushered you in. An official recording studio dab smack in the commercial heart of the city,complete with long corridors and sound/control rooms that had many buttons to press, not that you got to see any of that just yet, the tall red-hair being more keen on making a pitstop in a different area of the studio.It was clear from the get-go that the place you ventured to was primarily used as a dumping ground for god knows what kind of music tech and knickknacks, cardboard boxes haphazardly situated by the door and behind the worn couch in the middle of the room.

“Used to be a storage room till we came through with our stuff” dave spoke

You nod in acknowledgement , instinctively moving yourself carefully as to not disturb something and cause a mishap of sorts. The recording studio wasn’t a social gathering per se, unless you were here with the intention of playing some tune (which you weren’t). Most people who wandered this place were either old producers and their staff, or people like dave and the others in his click who were involved musically. Your prerogative told you this isn’t a place you are too welcome to loiter at otherwise, so you make yourself take as little space as possible amongst the clutter.

Dave notices the way you scan the room but doesn’t say much to point it out, rather, throwing himself casually onto the couch, fiddling with a lighter in his hand.

“You can sit down y’know, don’t have to hold the door open”

“Oh”

you scurry and sit next to him, letting ample space in between each other for him to freely lounge. The sound of the door shutting matches in tune with the click on his lighter as he flicks at it, before he shoves it back into his pocket and leaning slightly forward, tossing his hair out of his face to look your way.

“Surprised to see you here in New York” dave says

“Likewise, last time we spoke you said something about playing piano in the city, I thought you were joking” you muse

He smiles and scoffs a little, playing with his hands a little before shrugging.

“Am playing, just not piano” you look at him

“Electric guitar “ he finishes

You nod once more and stare, the new information making sense. It suits him better than piano, you decide,especially with how much he’s changed since the last you saw him.How long has it been again? Teenage years sort of blurred and fizzed out after you ended up hopping from state to state with the family, but of the last you can recall, you remembered him more brash and freckled, constantly up to no good, constantly getting himself in all sorts of trouble.

He seems more somber somehow, maybe its the lighting in the room making his skin appear paler than your memory of him, maybe its because he’s slightly taller,less boy and more man in stature;something’s definitely different about him.His poise seems more stern and still.You recall him always moving, his leg shaking or hands tapping even when he’d sit down, almost as if he was buzzing with energy- an attribute you found endearing. You admired his boyish charm, wished some of that mischief of his would rub onto you, make you more like him.It isn’t good to idolise people, especially if said people were the type to sell cigarettes behind the school bleachers, yet you admired his rebellious nature and wished to be more like him because you felt more or less socially inept at times.Hell, you recalled many a times his wittiness and deviance made you smile and laugh.You’d never tell but you cherish those characteristics about him,which is why theres a tension building in the air now that the guy before you seems…without said wittiness or deviance .

“Your hairs longer” you comment

Dave smiles at this and moves some of his frizzy fringe out of his eyes.

“Yeah I stopped cutting it once i got with the band, why bother” for some reason he’s staring down at his shoes instead of you when he talks.

“i think it suits you, fits in more with the electric guitar”

He laughs,making the devil symbol with one his hands as a joke, raising it towards you.

“ha i guess you’re right, makes me look more badass”

“If you say so” you jab

It takes him aback hearing that, he doesn’t recall you talking like this when you both were in school. It makes him wonder.

“Did miss goody two shoes finally learn how to talk back? Isn’t that something new”

He looks your way with a smile of disbelief, a glimmer in his hazel eyes catches your attention and reels you back to the image of the dave you knew, giving you fuel to fire back.

“Maybe i did”

“What happened?” He questions

It’s your turn to look confused “what do you mean?”

“You used to be very shy and skittish.Did someone break your heart or something?”

“Ah, uh no, not really. I guess i sort of grew out of it? Im not really sure”

“So no guy i gotta beat up?” He pokes

You roll your eyes at this, can’t really vision that happening, not necessarily because Dave wouldn’t throw hands, you’ve seen him scrap a couple of times with some guy or another-the whole ordeal wouldn’t happen because you hardly interacted with anyone in that matter, let alone go on a date with a guy.

“Haven’t you thrown hands with enough people already” you give him a knowing gaze

“Whats a few more gonna do?” He jests

“Get you arrested?”

“Done more illegal crap than that and didn’t have to deal with the cops” he states

“More illegal than selling forged tickets to baseball games?”

“Pff trust me, thats child’s play” he folds his arms and leans back onto the couch, his demeanour seems to relax now that theres a conversation flowing.

“Whats the worst you’ve done then?” You question

“None ya business goody two shoes” oh now he’s teasing.

“Stop calling me that, it’s annoying” you sigh, the

nickname bringing back many occasions of being labeled as the teachers pet.

“Cant, every time i call you that, you pout and your face scrunches up” he recalls

“So?” You say back with annoyance in your eyes.

“Its cute” dave says.

That comment catches you off guard.Out of all things to expect, that word coming out of his mouth in regard to you wasn’t what you predicted.A nervous laugh comes out of your lips.

“Are you flirting with me???”

“Am I?” He throws back at you.

Your face begins to warm causing for your gaze to face the floor by your shoes, almost mimicking how Dave was just a moment ago.The thought of him flirting changes the perspective of your past interactions, usually he’d tease and joke with you just like he did with his mates, not flirt, and he sure as hell wouldn’t call them cute, it wasn’t his style whatsoever.

The ordeal has your head spinning a little, just enough that you don’t notice him shifting closer towards your end of the couch, instead feeling the warmth of his body and a faint smell of tobacco.

“No talk back this time?” The glint of mischief only seems to grow behind those long pretty lashes of his, mixed with something else you cant pin point just yet. You’re still dumbfounded and flushed at his comment, his closeness only aggravating it.Out of all things to happen today, Mustaine making a move on you was the last thing you expected.

“I gotta tell you, seeing you walking down the street brought back memories” he chuckles “ I used to kick the shit a bunch of guys cuz of you”

“Cuz of me???? Why?” You stutter out

“Mostly because they were being dicks, guys being guys and saying stupid shit. What pissed me off the most is how much they’d spew on about what they’d do to you if you were left alone with them. “Grab this”, “touch that” sort of thing. It would get on my nerves”

This new information makes you cringe, you weren’t even aware people saw you in that light, there was nothing that could’ve possibly made them think that about you in your mind.Being popular wasn’t on your agenda, and you never wore revealing clothing for attention, so hearing this from Mustaine has your head reeling in even more now.

“It would get on my nerves” he repeats “ Because the thought of anyone touching you like that made me sick. Shit,If you told me you we’re currently seeing someone right now I would’ve probably punched the guy-“

“Dave??” Calling his name stops his ranting and he stares at you, hair now cascading over his shoulders from him leaning so close.

“Y-you like me?” The question slithered out of you in a whisper.Trying to match his gaze is so much harder now, his face is inches away from yours, enough that you can smell mint off of his breath.

“Why shouldn’t I?” He answers “Took me a while to figure out, didn’t understand it back then that whenever i was around you I wanted you like the other guys did” his hand reaches to move some stray hair away from your face, then cradles the side of your face.

“I still do” he murmurs the last part, but it’s loud enough you hear it.

You’re certain your face is red from your brain short circuiting over everything he’s just told you, which might be the reason why you did something out of character.

You leaned forward, closing the distance between the both of you with a kiss.

Truth be told that caught him off guard big time, enough for him to make a noise before it registered to him that no, he wasn’t high or dreaming, you we’re grabbing wildly at his hair and kissing him, your lips searing his with intensity and passion - enough to make him reciprocate, and enough to grab you and pull you flush into him, making sure you were straddling his lap.

His lips move in tune to yours, emotions flowing high between each other. All those confusing thoughts and feelings making everything so much more ardent . Dave almost forgets of your demure personality, the way your hands tangle into his flowing locks and the way your thighs squeeze his middle could have you confused for a different person entirely, and out of all the fantasies he’s had of you, the idea of his high school crush, a shy and soft spoken individual kissing and touching him so feverishly turns him on, a lot.

The kiss comes to a halt when the both of you ran out of air, red lips parting yet connected by a string of spit like you’d see in one of those romcoms.You let out a small exhale and try to recollect yourself but are cut abruptly by him burying his face in the nape of you neck, hastily kissing, hands crawling all over your body,trying to map it out.His kisses reflect his nature, they’re deep and rougher with each peck and he’s picking up the pace the moment he hears small noises escape your throat from his actions.Dave’s hands find the sides of your hips and grapple on, giving them an experimental squeeze before pulling them to meet his own, so you can feel him.

The gestures registers to you, just as much as the feeling of something hard pressing down to your front.It snaps you out of your haze a little, realising the implications, but don’t have enough time to refocus as his hands move your hips back and forth with friction.His mouth still on your neck, edging to bite and suckle on soft skin, his breath tickles slightly,and it makes it sound like he’s in a rush with the way he exhales.He turns to recapture your mouth into another sudden kiss which feels more hurried and sloppy,and despite your best effort to match his pace, its overwhelming.

You push against him slightly. “Ah, mm wait, slow down” you speak up into the kiss.

He pulls back from you, still catching up his breath,with pupils dilated enough the colour is a faded dark brown , almost black enough you could see your own reflection in.Your hands try to sort through his hair in calming motions, realising in your frenzied activities, some of the strands became tangled to your fingers.Dave moves his hands from your hips to your thighs and gives them a tender squeeze, enjoying the way the flesh seems to melt to the shape of his palms.

He chuckles when meeting your eyes again, noticing the way you look, skin flushed and lips slightly swollen from his onslaught, he’s unsure if you’re aware of the blooms of red he left on the right side if your neck, peppered messily in a random pattern.Theyll probably darken into hues of purple in a few hours, the thought alone making desire grow into his mind more,ravaging it in a similar manner to how he was to you just now.With the way you’re looking at him and the way you fit oh so comfortably into his arms, it makes him want nothing more than to claim you as his right here, maybe against the wall,or perhaps on the floor of the room.

“Youre the one who’s moving quickly” he says, leaning your bodies forward so he can lay you on your back.

Lying down with his arms encasing you and his his hair falling in ringlets around your vision gives you the perfect view of a slight pink spreading over his nose and cheeks.Its captivating to see him like this, you realise depsite his bad boy persona you admire, the visage of him blushing and gasping for air has you hooked .You reach to pet at his hair once more, the softness of each orange strand catching some of the humming light from the bulb above your bodies,giving it a golden sheen.

“Youre pretty“ you utter, raising another chuckle out of him.He pecks at your lips in return, slowly moving to your nose, chin and jaw, then back to your mouth.You feel his lips part and his tongue prodding for you to do the same and open your lips, and when you do he French kisses you with vigour.

Blood seems to rush all over your body, making things feel hot, especially the clothes you’re wearing, quickly becoming an issue which you make known by subconsciously wriggling. The heat radiating off of him also doesnt help the situation.Theres a carnal desire budding inside you of wanting the sight of Daves naked body pressing against your own, which becomes more and more difficult to resist with each passing moment that the man is kissing you. He’s not holding up any better, even as he guides the kiss, his hips piston into yours with an almost bruising force,racing for friction between your legs.You feel his hand roam underneath your top and mending itself to your chest, cupping a feel before breaking the kiss once more to whisper in your ear.

“Fuck, your skin is so hot and soft”

He wants to rip off your clothes in that instant, no longer enthralled by the way the fabric hugs and hides your skin from his burning gaze,but his movements freeze and his head twist’s suddenly towards the door.Theres a faint sound of footsteps approaching, the linoleum in the corridor squeaks louder, followed by a tapping noise. Dave recognises the sound instantly, you not so much, still laying underneath him and breathing heavily.He moves his hands from underneath your clothes and gets up from the couch, clearly irritated but says nothing .By the time you get into a sitting position,the door to the room you’re in opens just as Dave goes close by it, followed by the sound of a male’s voice asking Dave about something to do with a set list for someone called James.He attempts to block whoever it is that opened the door with his body so they don’t notice you,but they do,changing whatever the reason for his visit abruptly to the topic of you, moving forward into the doorway despite Dave indicating for him not to.

“Who’s this?” Your eyes meet green ones surrounded by shaggy,mousy hair.Hes shorter, sporting a Motörhead shirt and when he grins at you, he reveals a slight tooth gap. You assume this is one of Daves bandmates, which he isn’t too keen of having to deal with at the moment, matter of fact, he looks ready to toss him out of the window.

“Im Dave’s friend, Y/N” you quickly say, sensing tension and wanting to diffuse it

“You have friends outside the band?” The guy scoffs at Dave in a playful manner, Dave say’s nothing, only glaring at him as he steps closer to you.

“Names Lars” he extends out his hand and you take it “Its nice to see a girl roaming around the studio, you start getting restless with all the guys jabbing at each other all the time. You should come see us play, you like metal?”

Shaking his hand you note his fingers have bandaids at the joints, and it starts to connect he’s probably the drummer of the band.

“Yeah, rock and metal all the way” you smile his way in a friendly manner, but Lars pretends the smile indicates something else, mostly so he can get under a certain someone’s skin.

“Youre cute when you smile y/n” he states, and you realise this entire time he hasn’t let go of your hand.Matter of fact, the hold he has seems more stern, parallel to the desire of you wanting to pull away.

Not that it was needed for you to do that ; the words leaving his mouth halt, sensing the texture of his fingers rip through your own with force rather brute which scratches your own palm,followed by the sound of his back harshly hitting the wall.Before you even have a chance to register Lar’s surprised gasp, Dave drags you by the arm towards him and out the room in record time.

“Cliff’s got the set list, so piss off” you dont have the ability to see whether or not the guy that was holding your hand seconds ago was ok. What you were able to see was flashes of orange swaying, surrounding Mustaine’s irritated mirage instead.

He’s mad, that much you can tell, not only by the way his brows furrow, but by the vice grip his hand musters over your own. It manhandles you with ease away, the level of protectiveness so jarring, it almost scares you.The glint you saw in his eyes before your horny escapades got interrupted is finally identified in your head :you theorised in the heat of the moment it was lust, but that was wrong , it was possessiveness.

The corridor and doorways blur past your vision and you find yourself outside the building just like you were once before when you spontaneously crossed paths with the tall red hair.He lets go of you hand, moving onto the side of the building and pulling out a cigarette which he quickly lights and takes a drag out of.He is eerily still once more.

“Fucking prick” you hear him mutter under his breath.The interaction between you and Lars repeating in his head over and over, almost sending him over the edge. Hes lucky all he got was a shove ,Dave concludes. You catch his attention, but it falters slightly, his thoughts getting the better of him again, making him look away.

“Is he your band mate?” You ask with a meek tone, unsure of whether or not Dave will lash out verbally towards you, his behaviour giving you the indication that he just might.

“Hes annoying is what he is” he replies, looking up towards you in between drags.

Your overall appearance gives him a hint that you seem nervous, not like you were when he saw you earlier today, more like you were being cornered instead . He recalls the only other time hes seen you that way back in the halls of that blasted school by the lockers when someone was picking on you, and it finally clicks to him that his tone is probably what caused for you to guard yourself from him.

The sun begins to set in the scenery behind the two of you, quiet, with the cool air lingering and spreading, making him aware this isn’t really how he visioned things playing out in between him and you. Sure hes pissed Lars decided to ruin the perfect moment for him to make up for all those oppressed feelings and sexual desires rampant in his brain about you and your body, but he didn’t want his spur of the moment reaction to cause for you to fear him.He wants you, that has been made adamantly clear in your mind and his.What hasnt is the fact that he doesn’t want to overdrive your comfort for the sake of his urges, that would only damage the connection you have with him. You cant disappear from his life once more,things aren’t going swell as it is with his compulsive nature, adding you leaving him now will surely cause more chaos for his brain.

“Hey..”

he extends his hand to reach for your own gently, and when you dont pull away from his grasp, it eases the anxiety building in his chest.

“Yes?” You reply.

He grows quiet, smoke blowing from his mouth towards the sky in flows before he tosses the butt of the cigarette under his shoe to crush. He instinctively pulls you towards him, and your frame instinctively mends to his almost as if you were meant to fit there the whole time. For a second all is still, the smoke, the air, only thing letting you know you’re present being the sound of two hearts drumming-yours and his.You feel a soft peck at the crown of your hair followed by a deep sigh.

“It’s getting dark, let me take you home.”

Studio tour