Ok, I've finally made a start on the long-awaited Linkin Park/Westlife crossover slash.
Here are a few Linkin Park facts to get you familiar with the guys, and so you may be able to follow the story easier.


(Back line: L-R) Chester Bennington, Joe Hahn, Dave Farrell.
(Front line: L-R) Rob Bourdon, Brad Delson, Mike Shinoda.

Nicknames
Chester: Chazzy, Chaz, Chazzy Chaz, The Chemist, Imelda Marcos.
Joe: Mr Hahn.
Dave: Phoenix, Phi, Phi-Phi, Philli-pins.
Rob: Bourdie.
Brad: Big Bad Brad (or) BBB, Mullet King.
Mike: Spike, Spike Shinnizzle, The Glue, Spike Minoda.

Basics
Chester: Chester is the lead singer/screamer in Linkin Park. He is married to Samantha for over 7 years and they have a son, Draven, aged eighteen months. Chester is the eldest member at 27. He was abused as a youngster and also had a drug problem in his late teens. Chester got into the band after he auditioned and 'blew them away'.
Joe: Joe is the DJ in Linkin Park. He is 26 and to my knowledge he is single. He has a stuffed toy, a frog, called Froggie who he claims to be his best friend. Joe met Mike at Art college. He also has a 'split personality' called Remy... in other words, Remy is his excuse to get out of trouble.
Dave: Dave is the bassist in Linkin Park. He prefers to be called Phoenix, but reasons for this are unknown. Dave married Lindsay in December, 2002. He is 26 years old. Dave left the band for a period of seventeen months just after they started out, due to his touring responsibilities with his other band (who have since disbanded), The Snax. Dave met Brad at college.
Rob: Rob is the drummer in Linkin Park, and he is also the youngest member at 24. Rob has a girlfriend, Susan. Rob met Brad and Mike at high school. Rob is Jewish, however, to my knowledge he is not orthodox. Rob is, apparently, the quietest member of the band... however that has yet to be proved. Lol.
Brad: Brad is Linkin Park's guitarist. Brad is 25, he will be 26 on December 1st. He met Mike at Junior High, aged 13. To my knowledge, Brad is dating, but I know nothing more. This may not be the case. Also, Brad is also Jewish, but again, to my knowledge, he isn't orthodox.
Mike: Mike is Linkin Park's Emcee. Mike is the rapper and he also plays guitar and pinao sometimes. Mike is 26 and newly married to Anna. Mike is half Japanese. Mike is Yonsei, which means he is fourth generation Japanese born in America. That means that his Japanese great grand parents were born in Japan and they immigrated to the US. Mike is a very distant relative of the composer Tchaikovsky and claims his hair is naturally dark blue!

Ok, they are just the basics... the prologue will be posted next.
Reviews are needed before I update after each chapter, but give me time... I've only just finished the prologue.

The fic is told in the way of Mike's diary entries!

Prologue

June 5th, 2003

6pm.
We’ve just arrived in London for promotion of Faint, in the UK.
Me and Dave have been given our own room for a change. There are two double beds. Good! I’m sure we could make use of them both.
It makes a change… since we came out, the other’s haven’t trusted us in the same room together in case we end up making out in front of them, or keeping them up all night with our screams. What can I say? The Phoenix is a tiger between the sheets! I can’t help but scream!
Dave’s in the shower right now. Mmmmm! Naked, wet Dave… most likely to be jacking off, too.
There are loads of screaming fans outside, but they’re not for us. Apparently there’s another band in this hotel, too, doing a tour. Dunno who they are, yet. I haven’t asked. Not sure I’m interested either. Those fans are getting on my nerves, though. We’ve only been here for a couple of hours and they haven’t shut up once.
Anyway, we’re all off over the road to the restaurant for tea. Chester’s paying. His treat to say sorry for being such an ass to us since he split from Samantha. He doesn’t need to apologise but he has been an ass. I’ll admit that. But he has an excuse, really. Thank goodness he’s had Joe supporting him, because although we all support him, Joe’s the one who can keep his feet on the ground and his head below the clouds. They’re getting on great. It’s nice to see.
Anyway, I think I might go join Dave in the shower. The quicker we get out to dinner, the sooner we can get back to the hotel. I’m horny as fuck and I know Dave is, too. Doing it in the shower sounds nice, but then we’d be late for our meal and Chaz would be pissed if we did that. He’s already booked our table and everything.
I’ll update as soon as we get back from our meal… if I’m not busy that is. Wink wink.

9pm.
We’re back from the restaurant and Dave’s in the shower… again. During our desert, Brad and Dave were mucking around and Brad ended up ‘accidentally’ spilling custard on Dave. Brad ‘tried’ to help clear it up but ‘forgot’ there was some on his hand… that he ended up rubbing into Dave’s hair. He wasn’t too happy, of course, but he got Brad back on the way back over the road. There was a huge puddle in the middle of the road and Dave shoved Brad right into it, tripping him up so that Brad ended up face first in the mucky water. Lovely! It was hilarious, though. Even the fans that were still outside the hotel laughed at it. Brad was sure as hell pissed about that.
In the elevator back up to our floor, me and Dave made Chaz and Rob laugh by making out. Brad and Joe pretended to puke. I can’t help it, though. Dave’s so fucking hot. I mean, wouldn’t you if you had the chance? If you said ‘no’ you’re lying. He’s gorgeous… even with custard in his hair.
Oh, he’s out of the shower now and he’s giving me ‘that’ look, so I think I best go now, and I’ll give you the details in the morning. Don’t tell anyone, though. Haha!
Bye for now.

12am
It’s midnight and I can’t sleep. Dave’s been out for about an hour, now, snoring slightly.
The fans outside finally stopped screaming. I guess they’ve been asked to keep it down because people are sleeping, or something. Or maybe me and Dave drowned them out.
I tell you what… I can’t believe I’m so tired, yet I can’t sleep. Dave really wore me out.
I finished my last entry and Dave practically pounced on me. He dragged me over to the closest bed and pushed me down onto it, he immediately straddled me and began to pull my t-shirt off. After he’d done that, he unbuckled my belt and began to unfasten my jeans. He stood up off me for a minute so that he could pull my trousers down along with my boxers. While he did that, I crawled backwards up the bed so that I was fully on it, my head on the pillow. He threw his towel aside and climbed on top of me again.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he said before he kissed me… finally. No hanging around. Our tongues met straight away and they danced together for what seemed to be ages.
“Where’s the lube?” he panted as we broke the kiss. He really wasn’t hanging around, was he?
“Don’t know. Don’t care,” I told him. It was true. I couldn’t think straight, either. He was sat on top of me, with his cock digging into my thigh. I seriously couldn’t remember where I’d put it after the last time.
“Ok, but it’s going to hurt, baby,” he told me. I don’t remember answering but the next thing I knew, he was shifting to sit between my legs. He lifted my right leg to rest on his hip and grabbed my hips. He lifted me up and began to stroke himself, trying to use all his pre-cum as lube.
Imagine… me all worked up, about to get fucked, and there he is stroking himself. It was a struggle not to just cum there and then.
Just when I was about to tell him to hurry up before I came, he moved, pressing the tip of his cock at my entrance. No preparation or anything. He began to press himself against me harder. The head of his cock entered me. God! The pain was awful. I know I cried out, but Dave soothed me by leaning forward to kiss me. As we kissed he slid himself all the way in. Jesus, I’ve never hurt like that before. We’ve always used lube before so this was weird… and painful. Let me just say that ‘Dave Junior’ isn’t all that ‘junior’, if you get my point!
Dave stayed still for a minute to let me adjust to him being inside.
“Dave. Move. I’m ok,” I panted eventually.
“Ok,” he smiled, leaning forward to kiss me again. As he did, he pulled himself out and slowly pushed himself back in. Well, that got rid of the pain. It was amazing! He repeated that a few times, but he was going way too slow for my liking.
“Faster,” I almost cried to him.
He just smiled and straightened himself up, pulling my other leg to rest on his other hip before slamming himself back in.
Fuck! I don’t know what the hell he did, but I suddenly saw stars. It was unbelievable. He was hitting my spot, dead on, over and over again. He kept of thrusting, and soon after, I began to feel my climax growing from deep inside. Dave must have felt it, too, because he took hold of my painful erection and began to pump it in time with his thrusts. That did it for me.
“Dave,” I screamed as I came, all over his hand and my stomach, a minute later.
“Oh, fuck. Mike. Shit!” he cried as he came a minute later. I could feel him filling me up.
Shortly after, he fell asleep beside me, but I couldn’t seem to drop off.
However I’m real knackered, now. Maybe I’ll go try again. Goodnight.

Very good idea to post those basics :) you're working hard.

More please, cool prologue!

I should have the first chapter up later tomorrow.

I'm looking forward to read it :) take your time

Actually... someone just pointed out to me that they couldn't work out who was who because it looked more like they were stood in a circle in the picture above.
Can you tell me if you know which is which?
If not... I can find another way to explain that.

I didn't think it was complicated to figure it out, but now that you've mentioned it :huh: could be
For me the Back line is the standing line and the Front line is the sitting one. I hope that I didn't mix up anything :ph43r:

Nope... that's right!
*Phew*
Thanks

Lol... I just didn't wanna confuzzle anyone.

Update due later on this afternoon!

Hehe :D ok.

Chapter one.

June 6th, 2003

9am
I finally managed to get some sleep. It was brilliant, waking up in Dave’s arms.
Guess what woke me up, though. You got it! Damned screaming fans! I think I’m going to have to find out who this band is and get them to sort out their fans! This is daft. My ears are ringing.
Anyway… woke up at eight, had a shower, got dressed, got deafened. The usual stuff, and now we’re going to go do a magazine interview for CD:UK… or something like that. After that, we have a photo shoot and then back here to chill out.
So… off we go and I’ll update later.

12pm
Finally! I thought we were never going to get back to our rooms.
First the damn car broke down on the way to the interview, and we had to wait for that fixing. Then our damn interviewer was late. About twenty minutes. Then, when we got back to the hotel, we had to practically fight our way through those damn crazy girls outside. Chester almost shot them all, they were screaming that loud in his ears.
I did get enough courage to ask one of them who they were waiting for.
Westlife. A boyband we met a while ago at stuff like awards shows and TV shows. Great… boyband fans are attacking us! (Enter huge exasperated sigh here!) I kinda hope we don’t bump into them while we’re here. If we do, Chester might just eat them. He’s not the biggest boyband fan in the world. Not after the N*Stink situation!
Brad’s sat with me now… suggesting we introduce ourselves to Westlife. Ha! And pigs might fly! He’s so sociable… not!
Fuck u – Brad! :-)
Thanks for that, Brad.
Ok, he’s gone now. No way am I going to go introduce my dear self to a bunch of, most likely, blonde haired, blue eyed, mummies boys! No way, no how, nuh uh, not ever… get my point, yet? Good! I don’t remember much about the last time we saw them. I just remember some tall, blonde (surprise surprise) dude, getting pissed and calling us Stinkin Park! That went down well. We almost had to sedate Joe to calm him down! Maybe I should tell him they’re here… Hm. Remy would probably eat that tall fella.
Anyway… enough ranting. We’re going down to the bar tonight… Joe’s idea. Going to get pissed… and in my case… most likely, laid, too. Woohoo! The good thing about bars in hotels is that they don’t all close at the usual times… they stay open for as long as there are customers there.
Another great thing about today is Dave is even more horny than he was yesterday. Which means that, I will probably get laid either more than once or just a great big, fantastic jump tonight. We’ve already messed around today.
When the interview was late, we ran into the toilets and Dave practically mauled me. He pulled my pants down to my ankles, shortly followed by my boxers and almost immediately took me into his mouth. He sucked and licked, swirling his tongue over the head of my dick, until I came, hard, in his mouth. He swallowed it all, before standing up, pulling my boxers and pants back up, then he kissed me. I could taste myself on his tongue, and I swear I was about to cum again. I decided to repay him for that.
So down went his pants and boxers and out sprang Junior. I took the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, dipping my tongue into the slit right at the end of his cock. I heard him gasping and panting for breath. I then, took all of him in my mouth, testing my gag reflex, and sucked with all I had. I sucked him hard and soon began to bob my head up and down his length. After what felt like ages, I felt his cock twitch and within seconds, he came, shooting his jizz down my throat. He shouted so loud, I’m surprised the rest of the building didn’t hear us. I sucked him dry and then kissed him.
He really seemed to enjoy tasting himself in my mouth, because it took forever to break the kiss.
He’s back in the shower, now. I swear, I’m beginning to think he was a merman in a past life or something. He loves the water!
Oops… Chazzy Chaz is here… wanting me to work on more lyrics with him.
I will update soon.

11pm
Well, me and Chazzy worked on loads of lyrics. He has some great ideas.
Brad and Rob continually bugged me about meeting that band I mentioned before… Westlife. I just kept ignoring them. No way am I doing it!
We had tea and then got showered… yes, so did Dave… again! We went to the bar for a few drinks. Or in Joe’s case… a ‘few too many’ drinks. He really needs to learn how to pace himself. Haha!
Yet again, all damn night, Rob and Brad pestered me about going to meet Westlife… so… I said yes! Just to shut them up, mind! I don’t really want to, but what choice did I have? Rob and Brad, both sober, wanting to meet them and Joe and Chester, hearing the name of the band before remembering the ‘Stinkin Park’ incident I mentioned earlier, decided they wanted to go see them, too. Oh dear… I’ll have to watch those two. So we agreed that we’d go find them tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to it, if I’m honest.
I suppose it might not all be bad… but I’m guessing the most will be.
Damn… why the hell did I agree to it?
Oh, well. The rest of the night went quite well… including the time when Joe decided to give Rob a lap dance while he was on the phone. That was hilarious… everyone in the place was howling with laughter… well, everyone excluding Rob that was. He was really annoyed… he was trying to talk to his mother, for Christ’s sake! Haha… we so bitched him up for that one!
Chester fell over… in the elevator. How the hell do you fall in an elevator? I mean… there’s no room! But Joe thought it was funny and decided to jump on him, pretending to hump him. They either forgot about the elderly couple in the elevator with us, or they simply didn’t care. Chaz even looked like he was enjoying it! Hm… I think a bit of detective work is needed for that.
Rob and Brad were playing ‘thump and say ow’ as we walked down the hall to our rooms. You know, the game where you thump someone, they say ‘ow’, thump you back, you say ‘ow’ and so on? Yeah… they did that. Very mature… but it was funny when Brad accidentally thumped Rob in the face, because he wasn’t paying attention. Rob almost looked like he was about to cry, and he was holding his cheek with one hand, and trying to thump Brad with the other… only due to his sight being halved, he kept missing.
What can I say? We’re just big kids!
Oh… Dave’s giving me that look again. Yeah! Time to go get laid. I’ll update you tomorrow… while I’m waiting to meet Westlife. Woohoo! Not!

Well?
How was that?
Review and get Mike-cicles and Westlife flavoured brownies!
*Waits nervously*

Here comes everything you want *steals a brownie*

I like your humour and the way you write it, hehe, it's witty and originally.

I'm curious on what' to come.

Chapter two

June 7th, 2003

9am
Ok, well, I was woken again by Westlife fans screaming like their asses were on fire! Even Dave was pissed off by it… and it takes a lot to ruffle his feathers.
Talking of Dave… last night was great, but rather than wasting paper, explaining it all to you, I’ll just say that it was like the other night, only longer and we did it twice! Simple as! So I’m knackered, but extremely happy… even if we didn’t get to sleep until 2am. (So you can understand why the fans outside are slightly annoying us!)
Anyway… on the Westlife front… it seems they have the floor above us. There is someone moving about, now. I can hear them. So as soon as Dave gets out of the… well, guess! Yep! The shower, we’re going to go up and see them! Who cares if it’s too early? Might prompt them to shut those damned fans up!
Aha! Dave’s out of the shower, and Chaz, Rob and Joe have managed to wake Brad up from the dead. (I dunno how they do it… I’ve known him longer than them, and waking him is an art even I haven’t mastered!) Ah, here’s Big Bad Brad, now, with a face only a mother could love! Haha. Oh… he’s been doing his homework on Westlife, ON MY LAPTOP, so that we wouldn’t look like complete idiots in front of them. How thoughtful! No… maybe he’s right… I should at least learn their names, but won’t that look like I’m interested? Ok, I best go do some homework for a few minutes before I go meet them.
I’ll update this afternoon… if I haven’t shot myself before then!

11:30pm
Well… it’s a bit later than I thought it would be, for updating.
What happened? Well! Wait until you hear about this!
They weren’t actually that bad, believe it or not. They were quite cool… for a boyband. Although one of them, Kian, seemed a little… arrogant… at times.
Guess what? There are two blonde haired, blue-eyed fellas. Kian and Nicky. Bryan, the tall one from the Stinkin Park incident, now has brown hair, but has blue eyes. Mark, Bryan’s boyfriend, has dark hair and blue eyes. And Shane has brown hair and hazel eyes. They’re all early to mid-twenties.
Chester decided to remind Bryan of the whole Stinkin Park ordeal and Bryan blushed and admitted that it was just the drink talking… in fact he even proved it by showing us his copies of our albums. A boyband with taste? Not often you see that! Bryan is cool. He’s twenty-three, divorced with two kids and living with Mark. Twenty-three? Divorced? Two kids? How did he manage that so young?
Anyway… the conversation was flowing easily, as was the alcohol. And soon we were chatting like old friends. Bryan even admitted to having a small crush on Chazzy Chaz. What did Chester do? He jumped up, ran over to Bryan and gave him a huge, wet, sloppy kiss on the cheek. Joe didn’t look too impressed. There’s definitely something going on there!
Anyway… it wasn’t long before Shane and his (very pretty) fiancé decided to go out for a walk. I’d say it was about 11am or something! Nicky and his (also very pretty) fiancé went with them and Kian decided to tag along. That left us lot, Bryan and Mark. It went ok… and then Brad decided he wanted to go shopping, which, of course, got Chester’s attention. Dragging Joe along with him, they left. Rob soon got tired and said goodbye, leaving to go get some sleep. Bless him! Not.
That left just me, Phi, Bryan and Mark. We decided to go down to our room, because they’d emptied their minibar and ours was still full… amazingly! It was great. Phi and Mark sat on one bed, drinking and talking about some computer game. I wasn’t really listening. Me and Bryan were sat on the other bed, drinking and arguing about who was more fuckable… Brad Pitt or Ben Affleck. We couldn’t agree on it, and before I knew it, Bryan pounced on me, shouting ‘BRAD!’ and he pinned me to the bed!
That’s when it happened… Dave decided to shout ‘fuck him, Bryan’… so what did Bryan do? After getting an approving look from Mark, he kissed me! Bryan. Kissed. Me. And if I’m really honest… it was HOT!
Within minutes, we were hard and Bryan kept grinding his hips into mine to make sure I could feel his erection. And feel it I could! This fella was hung like a horse! Our hands soon began to wander and without even thinking about it, I began to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and throwing it onto the floor. Bryan broke the kiss, just long enough to pull my t-shirt off and throw that down to meet his shirt. I looked at him and, ok so he didn’t have a six-pack… but he wasn’t fat or nothing. Just a normal looking guy.
“Get on with it,” Dave whined, obviously enjoying our little performance.
“Why don’t you two get fucking then? If you’re that desperate…” Bryan started.
“Because I wanna see you do him,” Dave smiled, pointing at me.
Him? I have a name. I’ll see to that one, later!
Oh… I’m almost out of room on this page… guess I’ll use as many as I need and just leave it for a few days before I update you again.
Keep to the topic, Shinoda!
So, we very quickly undressed each other, and were lying there, naked. I have to admit… I was nervous. I was about to shag someone other than my boyfriend… right in front of him!
Bryan was really hard… and big. I began to worry if it’d hurt. That’s assuming I was going to be the one taking it up the ass, that is.
I was right… I was. Bryan lifted my legs onto his shoulders and positioned himself at my entrance. After the last few nights with Dave, I knew it was going to hurt. He pressed the head of his weeping cock against my hole and grabbed my hips, in order to stop me from bucking or something.
Shit, that pain! He slammed himself in fully, without so much as a warning. I cried out in pain… but that only seemed to get him more excited. To be fair… he waited a minute to let me adjust and before long, I was begging him to move before I took matters into my own hands… literally.
He took the hint… thank god… and began to thrust like his life depended on it. Hard! Fast! Deep! Fuck… it was great! I was in heaven. Boyband members really aren’t all bad!
I don’t remember what attracted my attention, but for some reason, I heard something and looked over to Dave and Mark. They were getting it on, too. That sight was enough to make me cum, but I held back… just. Dave was on top of Mark, and they were pulling each other’s clothes off like they were on fire! Dave’s mouth was already working it’s way down Mark’s chest, sucking on his nipples.
What the hell was going on? Maybe we can just blame it on the drink, later.
Oops… I’m out of room on this page… PTO!

Well?! :unsure:
I should be able to add more later today, depending on reviews.
*Waves LinkinLife flavoured cookies at you*

mmm ^_^

Sorry, I guess I was blushing :lol: yes I was
I'm no kid and still... :ph43r:

Wo! that was really good.

Might read it one of these days

Well, I'm not sure if I'm posting the last chappie or not... only bittersweet me is reading it... correction... she's read it... and no one else is.
So there we go.

I knew this one would be crap!

Oh, don't say that. It is not crap!

It's just hard to find lots of people on regular site's who are reading slash. And when they do, they won't be the first ones to tell how good it is, for particular reasons ;)

I used to be like that, too before I started to make comments or subscribe to message boards or groups :lol:

Don't let yourself be brought down so easily :) You're good writer and even if you should not like that fic, I still do and I'm not the only one.

It's up to you if you post the last part or not. I read it already but I'd be sorry for those who didn't :)

You really think??

I think I won't post the last part unless another person asks me to, because you're the only one who was reading it, and you know how it goes... but if anyone else wants me to post the last chapter, then let me know and I will.

Soz, it's not coz i dont like it or anything, I just rarely read these thingys, as I read loads of books n stuff.

It's ok, I'm not getting at anyone in particular. Mainly myself, if anyone. I knew the fic would be a crap one and I still wrote it.
Dont worry about it!

Oh, luv, are you starting again? Stop blaming yourself :( :)

Yeah, dont blame urself, it's not the fic that's wrong, it just that too few ppl go on here these days :(