A/N: Okay, so here is my odd lil slash song-fic, my first, so don't go too hard on me. Oh yea, the lyrics of this song are actually from System of a Down's Chop Suey. The title, however, is from the bands BYOB song. Hope I don't confuse you guys too much.

Warning: Slash and incest. Some crude mentioning.

Ah, as always, beta'd by our lovely Esqi!

Everybody's going to the party-have a real good time.

Wake up!

Bright green eyes slowly opened, the faint red glaze about them telling of ones need for more sleep. He groaned, a pale hand coming up to rub at his pounding temples. Last night had fucking sucked-why did he go last night? Oh yea, drugs, sex and booze. Ah, life-what a pathetic excuse for God’s humor.

Grab a brush and put a little (makeup)!

He grunted a bit as he rose from his bed, his legs shaky as he made his way to the bathroom. His stomach erupted violently-ah yes, the cost of life’s pleasures. He barely made his way to the toilet before the vomit exploded from his mouth, first hitting the back of the lid before finally making it’s way down over the seat and into the toilet. Bits and pieces flew about, showering his hair and face. After a few more moments of dry heaving his body gave up, allowing him to rise and give his bladder release.

He was still feeling the effects of the night before as he stood there, staring at the mess he had made of the toilet, his nose curling a bit at the smell and sight of it all. The thought of cleaning it up made him want to throw up all over again-so he didn’t, opting instead to simply reach over and slam the lid down, sending even more tiny pieces of his vomit about. He stared once more before shrugging and reaching for his clothes.

His hands touched bare skin-his eyes immediately snapped down to run over his body. Where the hell were his clothes? The pain that the abrupt motion brought caused him to bring a hand to his head-fuck the clothes, he needed a shower.

Reaching over he turned on the water, hot enough to steam up the mirror. Grabbing a towel he slung it over the towel wrap before jumping in the shower, he in pleasure as his headache was soothed a bit by the hot pounding water. He took his time washing, jumping only when the washrag went over a few fresh scratches, causing them to burn- “Fuck that…” he mumbled to himself-see? Something even had to ruin the shower. Stepping out he didn’t even notice the puddle of water that was now covering the floor, simply grabbed the towel and to dry off. He didn’t bother looking in the mirror as he grabbed the brush, brushing his dark blond hair as he dried his essentials.

Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)!

It was now those green eyes he met in the mirror as he brushed his teeth, looking over his lithe form and the bruises that covered it. Spitting out the paste and rinsing his mouth he growled a bit to himself. Fuckers-always waited until he was too drunk to know what the hell he was doing before they started that S&M shit. He curled his nose up a bit as his eyes came up to rest on a rather large mouth print that completely encircled his nipple. Backing up a bit from the mirror he saw that wasn’t the only one, he had more bite marks covering his thighs and-what?! He didn’t even know you could get a hickey on those!

Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable

“Fuck this,” he muttered, brushing a few strands from before his face. It couldn’t be too late. He was going the hell back to bed. His eyes were halfway closed as he walked through the darkness of his room to get to his bed- in times like this it was a good thing he had no windows. He didn’t notice the other person in the bed as he plopped unto it, snatching the cover over atop his rather naked self.

He slept but a few moments before feeling a large hand move over his hip and take him in hand. His eyes widened a bit just before his grin did. “Fuck yea, this is so what I needed,” he didn’t even know, didn’t think, of who the person was, just spread his legs and thrust his hips. It wasn’t long before the pleasure was taken from him and he was abruptly pulled to the other side of the bed to rest between two spread legs. Long and hairy, a rather large hand threading in his still damp hair, pushing his head down even he felt the other run down his back. He took it in his mouth like a pro. Working his lips, tongue and throat in a rhythm he had no doubt was pleasurable. Now as soon as he got this over with there would be more for him!

The other man began to groan. Gasping, he soon had both hands in the boy's hair as he slammed it onto his erection, raising his own hips to fuck the boy's face. “Fuck yes, do it boy, you know what I like don’t you. Your mouth is so fucking hot!”

You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to!

Those green eyes widened, his body going stiff before abruptly pulling away, only to be splashed across the face with the warm cum he had sucked from the other man's body. He choked a bit, gagging, his eyes filling with tears as he sat shaking a moment. No, it couldn‘t be… The bedside lamp was then snapped on… Oh, God!

“D-daddy?!”

I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die, Die…