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vincess-princess · 17 hours

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we, the psychos

ch. 7

Word count: 2053 Warnings: - A/N: this one is a bit smaller than usual, but i don't wanna break the streak, so here you are. also i got back access to ao3 and will be posting existing chapters there too!

As Wharton approached, the patients next to Tommy fled, freeing up half the table. Only Mick stayed by his side, but even he moved away a bit, playing the “I’m just sitting here eating” part. Upsetting but understandable – Mick only knew Tommy for a couple hours and obviously wasn’t going to take a risk for him.

So Tommy would have to deal with Wharton alone. Well, fine.

Wharton came to the table with a plate of soup in his hands, and Tommy recoiled, thinking he was going to upend it on him, but Wharton just put it on the table. Then he sat down on the bench and flung his legs over it. His face changed for a second, but Tommy didn’t manage to distinguish the emotion. Then it returned to the same insolent, mocking half-smile that seemed to be stuck to his lips.

“Hello, handsome,” Wharton said.

Tommy expected an insult instead and, confused, didn’t come up with a reply soon enough. Wharton clearly liked the effect of his greeting.

“Wow, and that’s from a simple compliment? That’s sad. Did your mommy and daddy not love you at all? Though since you are here, they probably didn’t.”

That was a low blow, and Wharton knew it. For the first time Tommy regretted not having put on a hospital robe. His clothes really gave out his roots. A rich family wouldn’t send a beloved son to a public asylum. There still were private clinics, even though the government tried hard to dwindle their numbers. As a last resort, his parents could have sent him to their countryside mansion with some sort of a carer to remove him from public eye. But no. They chose to dump him in a poor, overloaded public asylum with all sorts of human garbage in it. Like the one talking to Tommy right now.

“And your parents should have paid you more attention,” Tommy finally said. “Because you’re clearly seeking it.”

Not the best he could come up with, but he had to say something.

“What’s so bad in attention-seeking?” Wharton said. “Especially from pretty guys like you.”

“I don’t go there,” Tommy said sharply, gripping his fork tightly. If Wharton makes a move, he’s getting a fork in the eye.

“That doesn’t matter.” Wharton smiled. A couple of his teeth were missing. “You’re in a “nobody gives a shit what you want” place. You either do things to others or have things done to you.”

“Or you leave everyone alone and just live your life. But that probably hasn’t occurred to you.”

Wharton stopped smiling and leaned forward, closer to Tommy. Tommy gripped his fork tighter.

“I spent more time in a padded cell than you spent inside your mother. I had time to think about everything.”

“Didn’t know you could do that,” Tommy said. The easiest, most primitive way to get back at someone – childish, even. But weren’t lunatics all mentally children? And wasn’t this just a quarrel over who’s gonna rule the playground?

“Many have this misconception,” Wharton agreed. He was either too stupid to understand the insult or too smart to get offended. And Tommy had a feeling it wasn’t the former. There was something in Wharton – in his movements, in his expressions, in the tone of his voice – that suggested there was more behind that deranged sex maniac mask. And that was even scarier.

“What do you want?” Tommy asked directly. “Are you still offended by the morning fight? We both have given each other a fair beating. You have a place to sit. What else is there to it?”

“True,” Wharton said. “We both beat each other’s asses. And I have a place to sit. But there’s another thing.”

Tommy exhaled, frustrated. “What is it.”

“Have you been to Dr. Duren’s?”

“I should’ve?”

“Well, you see, he doesn’t like when patients fight. Both sides get a good walloping for it. I have been given a punishment. And you?”

Tommy could lie. He could say he had been to Dr. Duren’s, had had his punishment assigned, whatever it could be – probably some extra work. But he knew that Wharton wouldn’t ask if he didn’t already know the truth.

“I haven’t.”

“And that-“ Wharton lowered his fist on the table, slowly and forcefully, “-is the problem I have with you.”

“That I haven’t been punished? You can go ask-“

“That you are Dr. Duren’s special princess.”

Special princess. Laughter bubbled in Tommy’s throat. Yeah, he could be called that. Special princess.

Wharton’s heavy, unfriendly stare was taking all the fun out of it – or rather, supposed to. Because Tommy laughed anyway. Laughter built up in his chest and spilled out of his mouth, and it wasn’t funny, it was never funny, but the laughter didn’t care, it came and go as it pleased, and always at the worst possible time.

Wharton was looking at him with a confused frown on his face. He was probably thinking, I haven’t said anything funny. And it was true, but Tommy couldn’t tell him that. Laughter blocked out everything else. He could barely catch a breath between the fits, let alone speak.

Tommy didn’t notice how he bent over and pressed his forehead to the table. He was trying to cover his mouth with his hand, but the laughter still got through. Someone came up to him, leaned forward, spoke in the familiar voice.

“Tommy, what’s going on?”

Mick.

“Now I see why he’s here.” Wharton said over Tommy’s head.

“Shut up and call the nurse.”

“No,” came a lazy refusal, “I’d rather watch.”

A pause, and then:

“Tommy? What’s happening?” – Duff.

“He’s having a fit.” – Mick.

“I told a really funny joke.” – Wharton.

“Shut up!” – Duff, Mick.

“Hey, Tommy.” – Warm hands over his shoulders. “C’mon, let’s take you to the doctor.”

***

Nikki had been missing since lunch, and Mick couldn’t sit still. And he had to, because he had been assigned mending work. Holes in socks, torn trousers, missing buttons on shirts, worn-out bedsheets… Few patients were allowed to do it – needles and scissors were not the best things to give to psychos, - and even fewer agreed to it, saying it was ‘womanly’. But Mick liked it. He didn’t have to move much, and his poor back was grateful for that. The work itself was quiet, meditative, calm. Also, there were no windows in the workroom and only one door which Mick faced while working. Good thing all around.

Except today it wasn’t calm. God knows where Nikki was and what he was doing right now. He was a very creative boy – he could make something to self-harm with practically out of thin air. And when he wasn’t cutting himself, he was in on a hair trigger for that. What if Wharton got him again? Their interaction lasted mere seconds, but he did say something to Nikki, something that made his face drop. That was enough for him to fly off the hook, especially since… recent events.

Mick didn’t know what the quarrel between Nikki and Wharton was about, but he supposed Wharton dumped him. Got tired of a new toy and discarded it. Though their… relationship did last longer than his other flings – Mick knew of four months, and there could be more.

It would have been better for them to hook up a couple times and leave it at that. Wharton was simply incapable of a reciprocating relationship, and Nikki got his hopes too high over those months. He couldn’t see through Wharton like Mick did – see a cruel, selfish, manipulative asshole who cared only about himself that he was. Nikki was a smart boy overall, but clearly lacked in reading people.

Mick pricked his finger with the needle for the third time and couldn’t just sit there anymore. He dropped the sock he was mending and rose from his chair.

“Where to?” Hudson, who was watching them today, asked.

“To take a piss.”

“Alright.” Hudson didn’t suspect a thing – mostly because Mick wasn’t known for anything deserving suspicion.

Mick walked out the door and down the hall, then turned around the corner, looked around and sped up. He didn’t have much time.

First he checked the lavatory. It was hard to hide in there – it was a rather popular place, and many patients were often accompanied by nurses who would have noticed him. And Nikki had the “in need of permanent surveillance” mark on his medical history, which meant he would have already been taken to his ward.

Hoping that it already happened, next Mick went exactly there – but it stood empty, with the door open. The cleaner did a shitty job, and there were still traces of blood on the floor. Mick winced and turned away.

Then he went to the kitchen – he was friendly with the cooks and could hope they wouldn’t rat him out.

“Hi, Bob,” Steve said when Mick entered. “Hungry?”

“Nah.” Mick shook his head and looked around. No Nikki in sight. Well, it was expectable – the cooks would have never let him in there, knowing his infatuation with sharp objects – but still worth a check. “You seen Feranna?”

“Here?” Steve raised an eyebrow. “You serious? I’d have kicked him out the moment he came.”

“And that’s right,” Mick said, reaching for the bread basket and pulling out a piece. All this worrying did make him a bit hungry. “What’s for dinner?”

“Fried fish and mashed potatoes.”

“M-m. Classic. Thanks. Don’t tell anyone I was here.”

“Of course.” Steve laughed. He believed Mick was just pulling his “I’m being watched” thing, and Mick wanted it to stay that way. Right now he was relatively safe and had other, bigger concerns.

Chewing on the piece of bread, Mick headed down the hall. The cracking of the crust on his teeth drowned out other sounds, and he heard nurses talking behind the corner at the last moment. He dashed into the closest open ward and pressed his back to the wall, waiting for the nurses to pass by.

While he waited, Mick cast a quick glance around the ward. It didn’t look like it was lived in at all. The sheets were barely wrinkled, as if nobody slept on them, but it’s been over two weeks since the last change of bedding. It couldn’t be unoccupied: the asylum was full. Besides, there were restraints attached on the bedframe, and they were not leather, like usual, but metal. Interesting. The resident must be one of the aggressive ones.

The nurses left, and Mick continued his journey. He peeped into the common room – it wasn’t evening yet, so there were only a couple patients cleaning it, and old John Paul was quietly playing the even older piano. It was basically all he still could do – and did.

Mick went along the hall, looking into the empty wards. Nikki could easily hide in one of them, and would be found only at bedtime, and god knows what he could do to himself by then. But Nikki wasn’t inside any of the wards.

Maybe washing room? Mick headed in that direction. But just before rounding a corner he heard familiar voices.

“What were you doing there?” Whose else could that booming, angry voice be but Simmons’s?

“Wanted some fresh air.”

Mick made a loud sigh of relief. It was Nikki.

“Yeah? Fresh air? In October? Barefoot?”

Mick sighed again – now with disappointment. Of course, with Nikki nothing could go smoothly.

“I wanted to feel the earth.”

“Yeah, sure. You get pneumonia, that’s your fault.” Then a sound of someone stumbling.

“Hey! I can walk on my own! You don’t need to drag me!”

“I don’t think so.”

Mick crept after them until they reached Nikki’s ward. Simmons pushed him in and locked it.

“Sit here and think about your behavior. You don’t wanna go to Dr. Duren again, do you?”

And with that, he left.

Mick badly wanted to talk to Nikki, but he knew his time was out. Hudson was probably already looking all over the asylum for him. He needed to get to the lavatory and pretend he just had the worst diarrhea of his life, or the nurse wouldn’t believe that he spent so long there.

Mick turned around and ran back as fast as his back allowed him to.

#motley crue #motley crue fanfiction #motley crue slash fanfiction #motley crue fanfic #motley crue au #asylum au #we the psychos #nikki sixx #vince neil #tommy lee #mick mars #vinikki #(mentioned)#and in this one mick goes on a little adventure!#also just so you don't get confused: tommy has laughing syndrome that makes him laugh when he doesn't want to #check out the post that inspired the fic (linked in the masterlist) for details #don't much like this one but whatever. hopy yall like it #my writing

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caspers-spook · 4 months

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WELCOME TO MY BLOG

hello! my names cas or casper wtv u wanna call be honestly. i'm pretty new to nsfw tumblr writing but i love writing and i LOVE writing filthy fucking smut. i probably wont commit to multiple chapter stories but i can probably commit to au's and i'll do my best to give you decent length stories/blurbs. MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN! i love getting requests and writing things for people, please read what i will and won't write and who i will and wont write for :)

BOUNDARIES who i WILL write for ; GNR (for any era of the og lineup, esp 80's-90's) ((izzy and steven are personal favorites of mine)) Mötley crüe Dave Mustaine (THE E WILL NOT STAY ORANGE HELP ME. I AM GIVING UP.) will also write member x member i love tons of bands and would try to write for them but i'm autistic and i fixate on these so i wont write for anyone else (may add more people to the list of who i can write for down the line! (PLEASE REQUEST IZZY STRADLIN I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.) what i will NOT write for ; ddlg / age play , water-sports (pisskink) , scat , no proship stuff at all , suicide , ocs , (cnc is thin ice cause it can look different to different people, will only do if explicitly asked for and given a guide on how they want it done but i wont do anything thats super hardcore) most kinks i will do but i always reserve the right to refuse requests and such. requests will get done by how much motivation i have for each I DO MALE READER TOO! as i am a male reader myself click the button that says " REQUEST / ASK! <3 " to request or ask me anything, anonymously or not.

MASTER LIST! SMUT (will mostly write smut) ANGST (not my favorite to write but if you set a good scene for me i can do it) FLUFF IN DRAFTS Izzy Stradlin pretty tied up Want a cigarette? head canons Steven Adler baking cookies headcanons Axl Rose headcanons cemetery date Slash in drafts Duff McKagen christmas headcanons Dave Mustaine in drafts Mick Mars loving it loud Vince neil in drafts Nikki Sixx in drafts

also follow the tag caspersspook to just see when i post in general if you'd like :) (includes random things, art possibly, updates on writing ect.) i am so pissed some of the coloring didnt work wtf tumblr

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sixxrock666 · 5 months

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★introduction

requests open all the time :)

feel free to request I’ll be happy to try my best

masterlist

i write for:

all mötley crüe members

all guns n roses members

both the 80s/90s and current

Pamela Anderson (wlw)

limits:

no incest

no cnc or rape

pregnancy or anything kids related :o sorry

breastfeeding

ミ★

you can call me charlie

love guns n roses, motley, ac/dc, alice in chains

nikki, tommy, steven, duff <33

huge daddy issues

#motley crue x reader #izzy stradlin x reader #duff mckagan x reader #steven adler x reader #slash x reader #guns n roses #saul hudson x reader #slash gnr #slash fic #saul hudson #motley crue #mick mars #vince neil #tommy lee #nikki sixx #guns n roses x reader #rockstars #slash fanfiction #fanfiction

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lesbian4fionapple · 26 days

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welcome to my blog !

hello, hello! you can call me nina. i used to be pretty popular on here last year but i made a new account :C but this is my new account!

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN !!!

on this account i’ll be posting about rockstar blurbs/fics so please feel free to send in some reqs :3

please read more for what i will and will not write.

who i write for:

dave mustaine!!!, david ellefson, nick menza!!!, marty friedman, kiko louriero!!!, james hetfield!!!, kirk hammett!!!, cliff burton!!!, jason newsted!!!, slash!!!, steven adler!!!, duff mckagan!!!, tommy lee!!!, nikki sixx!!!, zack de la rocha!!!

+ others that you request if i know them well enough !

what i will NOT write:

scat, pedophilia (age gap is ok), cnc, public sex (no not teasing under the table that’s fine), water sports, incest, actual abuse anything to do with bodily fluids… just no.

p.s. i DO write for male readers but not member x member!

that is all!! thank you for reading this ahead of time!

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unknownperson246 · 2 days

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Rockstar fanfic Master List:

Guns N’ Roses:

1st Master list for Guns N’ Roses

2nd master list for Guns N’ Roses

3rd master list for Guns N’ Roses

Motley Crue:

1st Master list for Motley Crue 2nd master list for Motley Crue

3rd master list for Motley Crue

ac/dc:

1st Master list for AC/DC

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r0syr3a · 3 months

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A rosy introduction

Hello everyone! I figured that now I'm writing and being more active on my blog, I'd give a formal introduction <3

My name is Rea or Ryder (Rea pronounced Rye-Uh). I am 18 and a Gemini.

I write fanfics and poetry and will be sharing others (Artists support Artists!)

Who I write: OG lineup of Guns N Roses, All Metallica members (yes, including Dave), and Motley Crue. I may write for TV shows/movies in the future.

What I write: I will mainly be writing fluff and angst, I can try smut if requested, but it is not my normal. Some pieces may be suggestive but that's about it and it will always be in the warnings. I currently only do "x reader". It can be romantic, platonic, or even family.

All my works will be under the rosywrites tag so you can find them easy! (Or you can use my masterlist!)

Requests are currently open! Don't be afraid to ask, if I'm uncomfortable with something, I will say so.

Thank you for reading <3

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cheetahsixx · 3 months

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💋 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐

reqs are open! ill get to them as fast as I can :)

{ who i’ll mostly write for }

(I stan many things / ppl though so never be afraid to req someone, I might just do it!!)

- 80s/90s rockstars (mostly motley crue)

- anakin skywalker

- pamela anderson (wlw)

- wwe

{ what i’ll write and not write }

- I will not write anything with: any kind of assault, incest, stepcest, or extreme bdsm

- I will write fluff, smut, kids/pregnancy, scenarios, drabbles, wlw of any kind, x reader, fem reader

if you want to specify a specific type of reader on a req, that is fine just make sure to mention it so i dont write it as something you wouldnt want :)

please boost this post if you can and req!!

#nikki sixx fluff #nikki sixx #anakin fluff #anakin skywalker #x reader #wlw #pamela anderson #motley crue #motley crue x reader #tommy lee #mick mars #vince neil #vince neil fluff #slash gnr #slash fanfiction #axl rose #nirvana #glam metal

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rockinglikemotley · 6 months

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Country Girl x Rockstar Series! 🤍✨

Since I’m a fucking hick/ horse girl why the hell not make a fun little series of where rockstars fall for the country girl

Horses may or may not be mentioned in every single one… don’t judge me for being a horse girl y’all it’s not something I chose😩 it chose me!

Rockstars that will be falling for the horse chick:

- Nikki Sixx

- Tommy Lee

- Slash

- Izzy Stradlin

- Richie Sambora (i already have a written story about him falling for a country girl)

- Jon Bon Jovi

- Kelly Nickels

- And whoever else you want, just comment. These will most likely be the first ones out, but I will be doing the others of the bands. These may also be used in any other stories I decide to start (and not finish AHAHAH)

But I hope y’all enjoy em when they come out :)

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thesmokingguns · 2 years

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MAFS CHAPER EIGHT

Slightly nsfw minors DNI 18+ to be safe

It’s all or nothing.

Tonight is the night where our Newlyweds will be spending their first night together. After a long night of getting married to a stranger they will have to navigate the marital bed, learn routines, and finally get some time to talk to each other and figure out some of the reasons that they were matched. Will things get hot and heavy? Or will we find a new revival of the meaning of bathtub gin?

Find out tonight of Married at First Sight..

Nora leaned against Nikki, he had her high heels in one hand, her hip in the other. Both of them leaning against each other, this quiet over them as they both thought about how they were going to be in a room, alone soon.

“I can feel your heart beating.” Nikki whispered it in her ear, watching the way Nora turned, looking up at him. It was in her eyes, this sudden worry about something that he didn't want her to worry about. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you more. Learn more about that beautiful mind of yours; I’m sure it matches the beautiful outside.” Nora’s heart fluttered as she turned, wrapping her arms around him as they kissed.

The camera crew was thinking about taking a bet about which couples would consummate their marriage tonight and it seemed like easy money to put it on NIkki and Nora doing much more than talking.

Nikki pushed open the door to the suite, reaching for Nora as he guided her inside the room. The couple stepped inside together. Nora expected to feel shy, but she was more aware of the cameras now. A moment she had expected to be alone she could feel the lens peering at her, almost sucking out some of the intimacy.

“Let me help you out of the dress. Do you have pajamas? I can give you my shirt?” Nikki ws speaking softer now, he was aware of the shift in Nora. The way that she was giving looks at the camera almost unsure of what to do with them there.

His confidence made her breathe, nodding her head as Nikki’s fingers slid down her neck, moving to start undoing the buttons on herdress, moving his lips down so that she could feel him breathing on her skin. He laid kisses across her shoulders as he started to help her undress, hearing the soft way her voice caught in her throat.

“Can I have your shirt?” Nikki smirked, nodding his head as he moved his head to nod towards the bathroom, Nora moving in there with him close behind.

She was turning to him, looking at him as he started undoing his vest and moving on to the dress shirt he was going to dress her in.

“It feels weird with the camera.” she whispered it, the pair of them being alone made her feel a little bit better but she craved a cigarette, something to do with her hands to calm herself down. It was hard now for some reason, after it all being so easy.

Nora worried about the high of the wedding and being around people was fading. What if she was uncomfortable around her husband? But just as quickly as the doubt appeared Nikki was reaching for her hands, his fingers turning the ring there as she looked at him.

“Nora. The cameras will leave. After this whole experience they will be gone. We will have more time just you and I then you and I and a whole film crew.” She smirked, nodding her head. “Here.” He was shrugging from his shirt, laying it on the sink for her. “You can get ready for bed out here and I’ll keep the cameras busy out there.

He winked at her as he walked out, not knowing how she wanted him to stay.

Nora took out her hair, washed off her makeup and smirked as she slid on Nikki’s shirt. It was still warm and smelled like him. As she inhaled her husband's scent she smirked, touching her lips as she felt the smirk.

The camera crew would eventually leave and it would just be her and Nikki. She just had to make it through maybe an hour of filming and then Nikki was all hers.

Opening the bathroom door she looked at Nikki. He was only in a pair of black briefs. Pushing his hair back as Nora watched him, wearing his dress shirt that she was swimming in. Nikki was very attractive in a suit but shirtless Nikki in briefs was, chefs kiss.

“Hey hubby.” Nikki turned, his eyes on his wife as he blinked, mouth opening and closing as he looked at Nora.

No makeup. Hair combed out. His shirt on. Nikki was ready for the cameras to leave now.

Nora rushed across the room to him, wrapping her arms around Nikki as she still felt a bit shy, now more than ever since they didn’t have all their clothes on and the air was thick with need. Neither of them kissed, both knowing that was going to break the dam and they wouldn’t be able to stop once they started.

“I usually don’t wear a ton of makeup so get used to this face.” she joked. Nikki tilted her face up, looking at the green golden specks in the center of her eyes.

“Gladly.” Nikki was leading them back to bed, helping Nora in, smirking as she pulled the comforter up and turned instantly to where NIkki was getting in. He liked how interested in him she was. How she felt like home and it was just a few hours into getting to know her. What was a lifetime going to look like if he was this happy so soon?

Nikki touched her hip, smirking as Nora pushed herself closer, legs tangling with his.

“How does it feel to be a married woman, Mrs. Sixx?” he picked up her hand, kissing the wedding ring there as Nora watched him, this look of absolute joy on her face, “Because I already love being your husband.”

“I’m glad, Nikki. I’m glad that it was you at the end of the aisle. It feel like-”

“It was meant to be.” he finished for her, seeing the way that Nora nodded, her eyes slightly watering as she felt him rub her cheek, “I can’t wait to get to know you more.” he was whispering, both of them wanting privacy and just falling into each other.

The camera crew knew they needed to leave. They had another couple coming up to bed that they needed to film but they wanted to see if there would be anything else that would happen with the couple.

“Can we pull you for an Interview?” Nikki looked over his shoulder, the first flash of annoyance on his face but Nora was squeezing his hand, calming him down. He knew that she was thinking that as soon as he went he could come back and the cameras would leave.

Nikki was in another room, bathrobe on as he sat in front of the camera. He was trying to focus as they set up but all he could think about was Nora, wrapped up in the comforter, giving him a look as he walked away to let him know that she would be waiting for him to come back. He was very aware that he was going to sleep with his wife tonight. He had a few questions about the logistics of it.

Was she on birth control? Was it going to be soft and easy? Or fast and furious? How was her love making style? What was her body like? Where did she want to be touched? Did she like to be held after or did she clean up and fall asleep? Could he hold her after, tell her how he felt about this whole situation?

“How are you feeling about Nora?” Nikki looked up, the mention of his wife making him smile. His heart was beating, thinking how easy this day went with her. How everything he had been worried about dissipated as she ran down the aisle towards him, falling into his arms.

“I think the experts picked my soulmate.” The crew all looked at each other, surprised that he had said that after only about eight hours with his wife. “Everything I was worried about before this is gone. It’s like the only thing I’m worried about now is if she’s okay alone in the room.” He was thinking of Nora, hoping she was waiting for him and not asleep.

But if she was he’d crawl into bed and hold her. He craved the weight of her in his arms.

“Soulmate?” The producers were smiling, thinking of ratings and excited to share the footage with the three experts who had picked these couples.

“Yeah, there's something about Nora that just…I can’t explain it. I..I’m going to go back to my wife now, actually.” NIkki was standing up, ending the interview as the camera crew looked at each other, shocked.

“We should probably go film Duff and Mathilde now.” someone piped up and they were packing up, ready to set up in the room. Another camera crew was filming them leaving their reception at that moment.

Mathilde and Duff walked through their friend holding up sparklers, their hands entwined as the pair of them smiled at each other, looking at each other with shy smirks as they were sent off by their friends and family.

It felt real now. Their marriage, their wedding, everything.

Like their wedding night, which they both were walking down a hallway to share together.

Duff was thinking about there being a couch in the room or maybe a chair so that he didn't make Mathilde feel uncomfortable by sleeping in the same bed as her. She was already picturing it being a sleepover but where you stay up all night, noses touching as you lazily kiss each other discovering a whole world of someone else in the smallest part of morning.

In the room Duff looked from the bed to his wife, biting his lip as he nervously tried to think of what to do. But Mathilde was moving past him, squeezing his arm as she went.

“I’m going to get ready for bed, can I meet you there?” her eyes on him as she flirted, making Duff nod, swallowing hard as he thought of his wife flirting with him.

He had a million girls flirt with him. Life of a rockstar where girls would come backstage and plenty of things had happened. But suddenly with Mathilde his mouth was dry and he had no game. He was worried about what she would think of him if he moved too fast. He didn’t want her to be hurt so he would take his time. Get to know her, do this all right.

He was lost in thought when the camera crew asked to interview him, pulling him to an adjoining room for an interview. His hands were shaky, so much expectation laid at his feet now. And he was going to have to talk about it.

“How does it feel to be married?”

Duff thought about the question, taking a second before he answered the production crew. Mainly because he wasn’t sure how he was feeling since it was like a tornado of emotions that he was going through. It seemed like every few seconds he was feeling something else, thinking about something else.

“It feels good. We just met but Mathilde is so kind and fun. I can see why we’re matched and.” Duff blushed slightly at this, feeling like a kid again with what he was about to admit, “I have a crush on my wife. I mean, how could I not?” Mathilde was the type of gorgeous men did double takes for, giving themself whiplash over.

But it was more than her beauty that had captured the blonde bassist's attention. It was the way she touched his hand when he was overwhelmed, how the softness of her smile calmed him in a way that the prescription drugs he had been diagnosed with were supposed to do but never seemed to actually work. Mathilde was the presence in his life that he had been seeking since childhood. That good thing in the world people talk about but never manage to actually find. And yet here Duff was, married to her.

Yes, Mathilde was beautiful but it was more than that, something that was special about her that he needed. She completed him in a way that he hadn’t realized he needed and he was excited to see where or if he fit into her life.

Izzy was going to lose his mind if the cameras didn’t fuck off. He was very aware of the stress that he felt with them there and he was running the risk of his cigarettes running out if he didn't make it to the luggage in the suite he would be sharing with Vialou. As he thought of her name he looked up to find her, his eyes scanning the crowd where he found his wife, taking another shot of whatever she was drinking swinging in circles as she danced with her friends and family.

She looked happy, like she knew some secret to life that Izzy couldn’t understand and he envied her ability to be so calm as she danced and just had fun. Vialou had a passion for life that Izzy wanted to tap into and enjoy with her.

Standing up, he moved to where his wife was spinning, sure to fall over soon from the amount that she was drinking. BUt as he moved closer it was like she sensed him and reached out for Izzy, wrapping herself around him with a delighted smile paying on her features.

“Izzy, darling.” she was moving, making him dance by proxy, which he very much did not want to do. BUt maybe this was what he needed to be able to have a happy life. Maybe he needed to dance.

But then Izzy realized that he did not ever have to dance and he did not want to be caught dancing anywhere. He glanced around, grabbing Vialou’s hand and pulling her towards the hallway as she smirked, following him.

“We should go to our room. It’s late and we’re traveling in the morning and should try to get some sleep.” He was trying to be realistic but Vialou had no care for reality. She wanted to have fun and laugh with everyone. It didn’t matter that she was getting married on a reality TV show because everything that she was going through was real.

“One more dance.” She was trying to get him to dance with her again but Izzy was thinking of how they had to wake up by 8AM to start filing again. Vialou was going to have an awful hangover as it was and Izzy needed to make sure that he could get her from the home.

“We can dance upstairs.” he would do anything to get her to leave their reception and it seemed to work because Vialou looked at him, her eyes suggesting something that made Izzy realize he had phrased it entirely wrong.

Vialou grabbed his hand, tugging him close as she kissed him, surprising Izzy and making him redden as he felt the eyes and lens of the camera on him. When he pulled away Vialou smirked at him, fingering his tie as she held him close.

“You’re shy. I hope you don’t keep that up in bed later.” Izzy had enough of that. He was wrapping an arm around Vialou, guiding her from the ballroom where they were having their reception towards the elevators that would take them upstairs.

Vialou was direct and sexual. She had this ferocity in her that Izzy craved like a wild animal craves its next meal, needy and to live. But her directness also threw him off when they were being filmed. He wanted them to have this intimacy in private.

“Lou, please. Can we talk tonight about this?” she looked at him, eyes narrowed in annoyance at her husband. Her gun soaked thoughts made his words sound like he didn’t desire her. And her confidence was instantly shaken by this. Something that Vialou hadn’t experienced before. She was always so good about knowing what she wanted and getting it.

They were on the floor of their suit, the silence between them being filmed at deafening volume by the camera crew. Vialou stopped as he opened the door, Izzy looking at his wife over his shoulder as she crossed her arms.

“You need to carry me over the threshold. It’s about the spirits and safety.” Izzy looked at her, realizing he wasn’t joining and stepped back over. She was lifted easily into his arms, pressed against his chest as he turned back into the room, carrying her into their suite.

Izzy was walking with her held against him, Vialou holding the lapels of his jacket as they looked at each. She felt like he was going to kiss her and her heartbeat, thinking maybe she reached too far and he was attracted to her. But Izzy was setting her onto the bed, the rose petals someone had done in the shape of a heart breaking apart as Vialou watched her husband take a step away.

She wanted to scream at him, throw something at his head. Vialou did not like how Izzy was making her feel. Not one bit of her feeling desired and hating how she felt the strangeness between her and her husband. Vialou had been so sure that there had been a spark when she had kissed him for the first time. So sure that everything was coming together. And now he was making her doubt it all.

Getting up she went into her luggage, grabbing the black negligee she had planned to wear to bed with her husband and the flask full of gun she had packed, pushing past where Izzy was silently undressing, turning as she bumped into him, stepping away by her cold glare.

This was not going how he expected it to.

Mathilde was wearing a white cotton short set with ‘bride’ in blue silk stitched to the chest. She moved to the bed, looking at Duff who was wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt. He itched the back of his head, looking from her to the bed.

“I can sleep on the couch if it makes you more comfortable. Or if you want to sleep in the bed we can put pillows between us so that you don’t feel like we have to do anything.” he was nervous about tonight and she could see it, moving to her husband as she grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the bed and pulling aside the bedspread.

Duff watched the ease as she shifted across the sheets, patting beside her as she laid down, looking at him scampering into the side beside her. Their eyes met and he grabbed her hand, holding it in his, half to feel calm and half because he wanted her closer to him, wanted to touch her in some way.

“Hello husband.”

“Hello Wife.”

They exchanged cheesy smiles at each other. Both of them knew that the cameras were there but they didn’t seem to care about them when they were together. It was like the world was theirs and they just wanted to spend their time with each other.

“What’s your favorite color?” Mathilde asked Duff. She wanted to start the night by asking about what small things he liked, building upon these little things to make a bigger happier base for their lives.

Mathildde wanted forever with her husband and it was important to her that she put in the work to get that forever. Marriage was not easy and there would be plenty of turmoil to come , especially in the expedited process of this marriage.

“I’m color blind.” he said with a small sad smile , “But I guess I can be romantic and say the color of your eyes, or the color of your lips right now in this light.” he moved a thumb up to touch the soft velvet plushness of her lips. She smirked at the gentle way he touched her, the way that her eyes watched him and how she liked when he bent down, laying a gentle kiss on her lips.

“I like when you kiss me.” Mathilde whispered out the confession to her husband, softly like she was giving him a secret that he couldn’t help but smile at that. Being intimate, even if it was just kissing, felt personal. To do it with a stranger in bed on your wedding night?

Duff felt good about his marriage at that moment, he felt happy with his wife and the life that they could have together.

He looked up at the camera crew, smirking as he slid out of bed. Mathilde watched him as she imagined what it would be like to fall asleep in the middle of kisses with him. Getting up to open the door for them.

“We have an early start tomorrow, see you then.” They all exchange smirks, nodding in a way that was knowing as they headed out for the night.

They had seen couples requesting private time before and it always led to scenes that they couldn’t film or private thoughts that weren’t theirs to capture and they were sure that was what was happening.

Duff turned back, looking at Mathilde in bed and smiled at her with a smirk as he locked the day behind him.

“Hello wife.”

“Hello husband.” Mathilde reached for him as she welcomed him back into the bed, feeling his hand slide down, resting on her hip as she looked at him with eyes shining. “Can we talk more and kiss more?”

“We can do whatever you want.” Duff was leaning down to kiss her again as he said this, starting off by delivering on one of the things that she wanted.

Nikki opened the door, looking toward Nora who was pushing herself up on the bed, on her knees. His eyes were on her, locking the door before he threw off his bathrobe, letting it flutter uselessly to the floor as he reached out for his wife. Taking her in his arms as he kissed her, deep and needy as she moaned against his lips, letting him push her back into the thickness of the mattress.

Nora rolled, smirking as she straddled Nikki. She reached for his hand pressing it on her stomach, guiding it up as she looked at him. He watched her face as his hand pushed up the warm skin of her stomach, the other hand that she wasn't guiding following the path the pair had followed until it was grabbing her breasts, holding them as she breathed unevenly out, mouth trembling as she felt the thickness of his erection pressing against her through their underwear. Her hips were rolling ever so softly as she let Nikki cup and pinch at her breasts.

“We are wearing too much.” Nikki could agree with her words more. He was pulling at teh dress shirt he had been wearing earlier that day, groaning as he looked at Nora, sitting atop him in just the thin white lace of a thong.

The way he looked at her, his eyes scanning her as he took in the way his wife looked. The way her body was on top of his. He knew what he wanted and he knew what she wanted but so much was going through his mind, he didn’t know where to start.

But Nora did.

She was sliding off the bed, standing in the sparse lamp light that cast her body in romantic shadows. Nikki is sitting up to watch her. How she hooked her thumbs into her underwear sides and pushed them down with a shimmy of her hips, stepping out of them as Nikki looked at her again walking towards him with careful steps where her hips danced left than right in seductive motions.

“Your turn.” she dropped down in front of him, eyes on NIkki as her fingers touched the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down. Nikki looked at her between his legs and the way Nora sucked in her bottom lip before her tongue came out wetting the bottom. She was resting her cheek against his thigh, rolling her neck to take a soft bite of the flesh there, teeth marks imprinted as he watched her smirk, turning her head back to his cock.

Nikki reached for her, not believing that he was giving up a blowjob as he brought his wife into bed with him, had her straddling his thighs as she wrapped her arms around his neck, readjusting as her legs moved, knees back on the mattress as she looked at him. Then he saw it.

It was just a flicker in her eyes as she looked at him. Nora was afraid.

“I want to take my time with you, Nora.” Her eyes softened , looking away for a second as she tried to figure out what to say to him, feeling the warmth of him against her thighs. The weight of Nikki on her body as she felt him against her, grounding her.

She turned looking back to him as she smiled, more forced now. Nikki hated the forced way she was smiling, feeling guilty for making his bride uncomfortable.

“Can I tell you…the truth?” she asked it soft, quietly.

Nikki reached for her hand , fingers entwining as he made sure he was close to her. Feeling the way her heart beat as he laid a kiss on her shoulder, tasting another on her collarbone before his eyes were on hers again.

“Always.”

The one word made her smile at him, breathing out slightly unsteady as she thought about how much she wanted this man to make love to her, make her feel better about all the things that had happened to her in the past.

“I want you, Nikki. That I want to make very clear before I say anything else. That I’m burning up for you.” he smirked at this until he saw the way her lips corners were a soft frown, “I haven’t been with someone in…almost two years.” she whispered it out and he froze, looking at her knowing there was a reason for this, wanting to ask more but also knowing that Nora would say as much as he needed to know.

“We have a lifetime. We don’t have to rush anything.``He was genuine with this, Nora knew that but she shook her head, biting her lip as she raised her hand to cup his cheek.

The gentle way that she held him, her fingers so soft against his face as she looked at her husband the way Nikki knew would lead to their relationship furthering emotionally. He looked at Nora and knew he could fall in love with her. Knew that their similarities were compatible and he was looking forward to finding out their differences, knowing that those would compliment each other as well.

“We’re not rushing anything.” Nora said, her thumb running over his lips, “We’re right on time.” She moved to kiss him then, drawing Nikki in and making the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign NIkki had hung on the door useful.

Vialou looked at her gown that was thrown over the bathroom sink. She had felt gorgeous in her gown, beautiful and powerful all from a bit of cloth. She had felt really like a bride, despite the unusual circumstances that she had earned that title in. She had been so excited, so content feeling like she was supposed to be right where she was at the moment when she was with Izzy, being kissed and feeling like this was where she was most meant to be.

Now, Vialous sipped heavily from her flash, extending her legs so that they draped over the bathtub and sinking down further into the porcelain tub.

“Fuck ‘em.” she paused, turning her head at the idea, “‘Cause he ain’t fucking me.” Vialou found herself quite funny and giggled at this. A small snort of laughter came from her lips as she held her hand to her mouth.

Vialou had bought herself quite the ensemble for her first night as a wife. Her black silk negligee with a high slit, lace trimming the bottom of the night gown and matching the long gloves she paired with it and the choker. She felt dangerous and gorgeous, sensual and mysterious. Desirable to a man who seemed to not desire her.

“His loss.” she spoke aloud, jumping slightly when there was a knock on the door. Turning and looking at the door Vialou pulled her legs back into the tub, sinking down so just her eyes were looking over the porcelain of the tub. “Go away.”

“No.” Izzy’s voice was strong and he was annoyed the camera’s were capturing this. He wanted to have the privacy with his wife, craved and needed to have the time alone with her and he couldn’t because these fuckers wanted to film everything.

Izzy was going to need to find a way to calm down because he was so stressed from the whole process. His bride was obviously displeased with him, having locked herself in the bathroom for the last hour. He was failing as a husband in the first 24 hours and he couldn’t stand it.

“Vialou, if you don’t come and talk to me I’m going to break down the fucking door.” Izzy hissed. He meant it too, not caring that he was probably coming across as a crazy person on TV because he knew that it had been difficult for Vialou to be paired with him.

His wife, who liked to dance and laugh, married to a man who was private and still as a board, who gave out smiles as rarely as the sun had eclipses. Maybe the experts had gotten it wrong or maybe, maybe he had to break open a fucking door and deal with a hotel bill for a damaged room to show his wife that he was a fool.

His shoulder hit the door: once, twice, three times until it gave way and he saw Vialou, head back and drunk as she looked at him with all her hair pinned up, looking like a vixen in all her black lace and silk.

Izzy’s shoulder hurt, throbbed from pain but not like his cock that ached when he saw his wife looking like that. The black lace of her gloves, the low cut of her nightgown, all that skin that was just begging him to explore it.

“Husband.” Vialou slurred the word out, snapping Izzy out of the stupor that he was in to see her. It smelled like gin and lust in the bathroom but there was a light from the camera and he knew that he couldn’t just be the crazy person who broke doors open for a stranger.

He sighed, moving to Vialou, reaching down and picking up his drunk wife from her bathtub she was soaking herself in gin in. She looked at him, drunk and annoyed and she was sure that if she hadn’t drank so much she would have slapped his hands away, told him to not touch her but Vialous had drank enough to just glare instead.

Izzy carried her past the cameras. Not bothering to glance at them as he moved to lay his wife in their marriage bed, tucking her in as he moved, shutting the lamp off and bathing the room in darkness as the producer and cameraman groaned at Izzy. He wasn’t going to make this easy for them.

“You look absolutely stunning, my Vialou. Try to get some sleep so I can enjoy you in the morning.” Izzy kissed the side of her mouth, Vialou feeling dizzy closed her eyes, smirking as she realized that Izzy had noticed what she was wearing and found her attractive. At least her husband did like her, even if he was an idiot.

Izzy settled down in the chair across from the bed, looking at his wife who was sure to have a terrible hangover in the morning. He watched his wife, not trusting himself in bed with her and wondered what the next eight weeks with her would bring.

Next time on Married at First sight. Three more of our couples who said ‘I do’ share their first night together as man and wife. Will old love stories be revisited and will new love stories begin? Find out next time.

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Hi guys! I’ve gotten bored with life so I’ve decided to start writing again, specifically music fan fiction.

I’m open to requests.

I’ll write for:

Guns N’ Roses

Metallica

Motley Crue

David Bowie

Bon Jovi

KISS

And Megadeath

That’s all for now. In the future I may be open to more, or y’all could give me other suggestions and if I like it enough and am comfortable with it I may be open to writing for them.

Have a nice day y’all!!

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༺Beautiful Dangerous༻

a slashxreader fanfiction

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Chapter Nine

Too Young to Fall in Love

Track: Too Young to Fall in Love - Motley Crue

Barely 18 years old and you believed to have found yourself in the hottest summer of your life. Caught between the crosshairs of the muddy LA rock scene in a twisted love triangle between yourself and Slash and yourself and drugs. Had Slash been fully sober and un addicted himself at the time of your first hit, he would have never allowed you to follow through with being roped into Stevens medicinal debauchery.

But Slash could barely help himself, let alone you. It had been a tug of war since he laid eyes on you. Something so soft and so delicate, he didn't want to dirty you. Make you like himself. Although it did turn him on to see you so carefree and happy. To see you happy was as much as he could offer in the midst of his own addiction. His relationship with drugs had only gotten more intense and you happened to be tangled in the middle.

Sex on smack was otherworldly however, and that- neither the two of you could deny or attempt to stop. Sex alone with him was magic all itself, but once it was fed the fusion of smack and blood hungry lust, there was no stopping it. The two of you were not only addicted to the drugs, but each-other. Of course, you didn't know this. You didn't know the gravity of your own demise. No, you were entirely too happy and in love to acknowledge something like that. As far as anyone outside of your little world of rock and roll knew, you'd maybe gotten addicted to coke-a-colas. “The caffeine”- you'd say, when Daisy noticed your upbeat in energy.

You had become exceptionally skilled, with the aid of Dave, at sneaking out or finding excuses to be away from the house.

"I joined a summer charity campaign with a local shelter. No of course you haven't heard of them, they're transplanted from New York, under the firm direction of the governor for tax purposes.”

Daisy hadn't ever put it past you to be capable of making up such a twisted lie, but she sure as shit wasn't going to join you. But, you had been beginning to feel a sort of animosity from her lately. Too many close calls, or missing outfits from her closet. You couldn't help yourself. You spiraled this tornado of passion. You'd do just anything to get to be with Slash.

It was another night that you and Slash had hitch hiked your way down to the beach. With sunset emerging into a deep blue hour. An unpopulated strip of silver soft sand shimmering in the moonlight. The beach was a tucked away secret to most, unless you had known LA your entire life like slash. The night was cooler but still hot. You had stripped down to your bare essentials lately to sake of heat. A pair of blue daisy dukes and a thin gingham blouse.

No smack tonight. Earlier in the day had sufficed and you weren't at the point of illness without it. No, nothing but raw human beings tonight. Slash watched you dance through the shallow calm waves as they licked your legs. He smirked lowly through his dark curls and lit cigarette- as was usual. It was quiet. It hadn't been quiet in a long time. You closed your eyes and inhaled the salty mist. Dancing haphazardly in small tip goes along the shoreline. Unbeknownst to you, a watchful Slash stay gazing at you desperately. With every little twirl in the sand, your fingers outstretched in the night air, your hair, twisting around you like a shadowed veil.

You call out to him in your loneliness. "Slash!" You giggle out in your twirl. "Slaaaash! Come here!" You call to him with your arms. Flashing a smile to him. "I don't wanna get all wet now sweetheart." He replies with a smirk, eyeing you. His resistance to your charm was extremely penetrable. Like a house of cards, the blow of your smile knocked him over. You deny his answer and call again - "pleeeaaaase! slash!" You run to the front of him where he's made camp on a single homeless towel. Just out of his reach you dance in your begs. "Dance with me." You beg to him. He laughs at your silliness. "I'm no dancer baby." He laughs out. "Slash- you must- you must DANCE! Don't deny the rhythm!" You tease. He smiles and shakes his head. "You're nuts you know that?" He chuckles out at you. You don't care. There's nothing to worry about here. Right now, the two of you, is all that mattered. "SAUL!You're breaking my heart!" You tease again. Pushing him to his breaking point, he smiles wide and abandons his previous claims to relaxing to jump up and try to grab you, to which you evade and teasingly dance away. A chase unfolds of you screeching in delight and fear as you race towards the ocean. Your legs carry you to no avail and Slash is wrapping you up in his arms and twirling you up. His big arms surround you. He cheekily burys his face in your neck and attacks you with his lips. Your squeals of laughter subside and his lips envelope yours with that familiar softness. Your lips ebb and flow on eachother like the waves beneath you. You pull back to look at him as he sets you down. You match your hand to his. Your hand is made to seem so small in comparison to his massive muscular hands. Locking fingers as he stares into you. His finest possession in the world. Everything he has ever wanted, right in his fingertips.

"Slash..I love you..." you spill out the words without thought. He smirks down at you. His arrogant, devilish smirk, that he so carries with him wherever he goes. That smirk that lit your soul on fire from the very day in the record store. Minimal silence passes before he replies softly. "I love you too." He says as he brings his fingers to cup your face. You feel nothing but heaven on earth right now. No drug could truly compare to this. This fire that he built inside you, it burned day and night, kindled by even a sliver of his face peering out behind the curtain of deep dark frizzy curls.

Was this a dream? No, it was real life. But sometimes even in real life, you must also wake up.

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in darkness shall you be reborn

Chapter 8

Word count: 3010

Warnings: none

A\N: spitting this out in the middle of my exam season so i don't feel like a failure for not being able to edit a single 3k chapter for a month and a half

Vince gritted his teeth when the coarse leather of the collar enclosed around his neck, not tight enough to choke but plenty to rub against his skin at every movement of the head, a constant reminder in the back of his mind. Teeth-gritting didn’t help him when Nikki pulled out a rope, though. Vince staggered backwards so fast he hit his back on the counter and hardly even noticed.

“This is not necessary,” he said, his voice two tones higher than usual.

“Of course it is,” Nikki replied, openly delighting in Vince’s distress. “What if you decide to run off?”

“Run off to where?” Vince said bitterly. “I’ve never been to Port Royal. I don’t know anything or anyone here. You, on the other hand, do. Wherever I go, you’ll find me anyway.”

“For once, you’re right.” Nikki hesitated, wounding the rope around his finger. “On the other hand, you’ve been a real pain in the ass today…”

“I’m sorry,” Vince couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth, but he had to step onto his dignity to avoid it being crushed completely. “I didn’t control myself well. It won’t happen again. I promise.”

“You promise?” Nikki narrowed his eyes. “How do I know how much your promise is worth?”

“You don’t.” Nikki’s frown made Vince’s heart skip a beat, but fervent assurances of honesty definitely wouldn’t work on him. Good lying always had to be reasonable. “But I can’t offer you anything else.”

“You can, actually,” Nikki’s lips slowly widened into a dirty smirk. Oh no. “Last time you put up a whole show in my cabin and completely killed the mood. So you owe me, in a way. I will let you go without a leash – but you’ll spend the night in my cabin in turn, and you will do whatever I say, no sobbing and whining and fainting. Do we have a deal?”

“I can’t-“ Vince began, the panic that suffocated him half-dead yesterday stirring in his stomach again. But, if everything went well, he might not even have to go through that anymore. He couldn’t risk losing this opportunity. “I- fine. Fine. We have a deal.”

“You agreed too quickly.” Nikki tilted his head, looking him over skeptically. “But I will take it this time. Don’t forget that you promised me. You go back on your promise – I will rip your filthy lying tongue out without hesitation. You don’t need it to serve your purpose anyway. It’s not like you’re much good in oral.”

Blood flushed away from Vince’s face – Nikki’s menacing stare was pretty convincing. He didn’t doubt the captain would follow through on his threat if needed. But then, if Vince’s escape attempt fails, he’d have to bid farewell to his tongue.

He didn’t want to do it. He liked it quite a lot, actually. He would like it to remain in its place.

“I understand,” he said, unconsciously pulling at the collar. Nikki nodded, tying the rope around his own waist.

“Just in case,” he explained. “Alright, let’s get moving.”

***

The port was large and bursting at the seams with life. Shout wasn’t the only one to dock today, and a great deal of sailors of all ages and nationalities were running around carrying things and shouting in a dozen different languages, among which Vince could only catch snippets of English and Spanish. Several of them greeted Nikki, and a few even shook his hand. They probably couldn’t care less about Vince, but the sickening itch of strangers’ gazes on his neck grew stronger with every minute, forcing him to pull off his hair tie so the hair would at least partially cover the collar.

From the port gate Vince saw his ship dock next to the Shout, his former comrades and crew driven away from it, chained to one another like cattle. A lump so big his voice would surely break if he spoke formed in his throat. He was never going to see them again, and he didn’t even get to say goodbye.

“What’s the matter?” Nikki called out from the street, noticing that Vince wasn’t following him anymore. He returned to pull at his arm impatiently when he saw what made him stop. “Ah. Well, you should be glad you ain’t there with them.”

Vince looked at Nikki, disheartened. He wanted to rebel, make a scene, find a clever comeback at the very least. But he couldn’t, for the first time in his life; as though all the air was knocked out of his lungs, rendering him speechless and weak in the knees. His former life just ended in front of him, severing the last connection to his family and home. Would he ever find a way back? Or would he slowly wither away a slave in the galley of a pirate ship?

“Enough,” Nikki’s calloused fingers clasped his forearm. “We’ve gotta drop by the slaver to talk over the price. The guy’s a terrible miser, you gotta shake every penny outta him. Unfortunately, he knows how to do business.”

Through great effort, Vince swallowed the lump. His voice was still shaky, but he expected worse. “Why unfortunately?”

“Because if not for that, I’d have long found someone much more benevolent. This way.”

They walked towards a compact brick building; while rather modest, it still stood out among weathered wood shacks surrounding it. It was blistering hot, but its shade brought Vince no comfort, planting an unsettling chill in his bones. An armed guard examining them dourly from afar further reinforced the impression.

“Now,” Nikki stopped him a few feet away, out of the guard’s hearing range. “The man is… let’s say, he knows a pretty boy when he sees one. I’m not his type, but you are.”

“What are you driving at?” Vince’s mouth went dry. If that was why Nikki brought him here – to sleep with a slaver for a better price on the “goods” – then he was having none of it, even if it would cost him his only chance of escape.

“Hey, relax.” Nikki patted Vince’s shoulder, to an exactly opposite effect. “You’re my bitch, he ain’t gonna get you no matter how much he tries – and he will, believe me. But you can… let’s say, facilitate the negotiations. Nothing complicated, just smile at him and do that shy look, the one through your lashes. He might give you a slap on the ass, but nothing beyond that. If you do well, I’ll get you a present.”

“What present?” Vince demanded. He wasn’t exactly elated at the prospect, of course. But his bare feet did not take well to the rocky soil at all, as well as his back to the night chill. Getting himself boots and a jacket, simple items he never truly appreciated before, would not be too bad. Also, “facilitate the negotiations”? Where had Nikki even learned that?

“We’ll get there when we get there, princess. So – yes or no?”

“Do I even have a choice?” Vince pushed Nikki’s hand off his shoulder. It immediately returned, squeezing it even harder. “Just don’t expect anything over-the-top from me.”

Inside the building was just as austere as outside. They were led to a waiting room with only a sofa and two chairs, not even a picture on the wall. The cellar in the Wharton mansion looked more luxurious, not even mentioning all the offices Vince had visited in the past. This wasn’t a regular trader, though. A slaver hardly needed to boast the success of his enterprise through his office furnishings.

Vince lingered in the entrance, overcome by an urge to dash out of the door. Even the air here weighed down on him, suffocating him, crushing him to the ground. Nikki, seemingly oblivious to his struggle, made a beeline for the sofa, plopped onto it and heaved a long, content sigh.

“Damn, I swear, I’m only doing business with that bloke because of this sofa. It’s divine. Come sit with me.” He patted the seat next to him. Their gazes met, and the uncovered taunt in his eyes was the jolt that pushed Vince out of the feverish fog clouding his brain. He could have all the emotional breakdowns he wanted later, in the galley. Not now.

“You’ve got a problem?” Nikki raised an eyebrow. “Should I?..” he looked down at his waistband expressively. It was clear that he itched to carry out his earlier threat; any Vince’s slip-up, no matter how small, would suffice. Vince couldn’t let that happen.

He closed the door softly and lowered himself down onto the sofa after a complicated estimation of how far from Nikki he could sit to inconvenience but not anger him. It was in vain, though: Nikki unceremoniously pulled him closer, his hand landing firmly on Vince’s knee.

“Could you not,” Vince said through gritted teeth.

“Or what?” Nikki squeezed his thigh, grinning. Vince did not react. “Right. Nothing. So sit tight and be quiet.”

Fortunately, Nikki didn’t go farther than that, so when a servant showed up, Vince even felt a pang of fear. With Nikki at least he didn’t have to pretend he liked him, but the majority of men, no matter who they slept with, weren’t that way. Vince had always considered himself a decent actor, but before he never had to feign affection for people he despised.

“Mr. Holmes is waiting for you,” the servant said, his eyes lingering on Nikki for a second and on Vince – for solid ten.

“I bet he does.” Nikki rose from the sofa and gestured for Vince to follow him.

Vince expected to see someone old, fat and balding, but “Mr. Holmes” was not much older than Nikki – a massive, wide-shouldered, blond-haired man who one would expect to meet on a pirate ship rather than in an office wearing a waistcoat and a cravat. The lack of periwig and, upon further examination, a half of his right ear missing and a scar across his cheek, gave out his not quite peaceful past; he might have actually been a pirate before going into commerce. The man’s scar had long healed and whitened, but Vince’s own, which had barely closed by then, still stung with pain at the sight of it.

Seeing Nikki, the man grinned widely and almost sincerely.

“Sixx! Long time no see!” He stood up from his desk and enthusiastically shook Nikki’s hand. Next to him the captain looked abnormally small, which was quite an accomplishment. “You hasn’t dropped by Port Royal for a while. We even began to think you was done for!”

“You probably cheered. I know you bastards!” Nikki patted him on the shoulder. “But you ain’t getting rid of me that easy. I brought ya a bunch of new slaves - all adult, healthy men. I believe you can put them to good use.”

“Yeah, everyone’s talking about you invading a ship twice the size of yours. Lots of loot, I reckon.” Mr. Holmes pointed at a chair near the table for Nikki to take and sat down himself. He didn’t spare a single look in Vince’s direction so far, and Vince was in no hurry to change that. “Now, I’m definitely taking you out for a drink later, but let’s talk business first. Tell me how many men there are, how many of them are healthy and sane, and what’s the price you expect for them…”

As they discussed the details, the strain in Vince’s chest weakened slightly. So far standing silently by the door staring at the floor worked like magic – the slaver hadn’t yet acknowledged his presence in any way whatsoever. Maybe he wasn’t his type, after all. Maybe he wouldn’t have to do anything. Maybe-

“Alright, looks like we covered most of them,” Holmes finally concluded, sooner than Vince expected. “Except this pretty boy you brought with you. Hey, sweetie, come here, let me look at you.”

For the first time Holmes looked directly at Vince. As it turned out, it was possible to want to break a person’s nose and hide in a corner from them at the same time. Both options seemed equally enticing, so Vince did neither until Nikki glared at him and made an angry beckoning gesture. He had to step forward reluctantly, growing increasingly queasy under the slaver’s fixed stare.

“How much do you want for him?” Holmes finally shifted his gaze to Nikki. Vince hastily buttoned up his shirt while he wasn’t looking.

“Oh, for Vinnie?” Nikki grinned. “Sorry, mate, but he’s not for sale.”

“You must be joking.” Holmes frowned. “I can’t pass up on this doll, you know that.”

“Neither can I.” Nikki’s face radiated smugness. This was all fun and games for him, apparently. “But I knew you’ve got the taste to appreciate this. Come here!” He reached out for Vince, grasped him by the arm and dragged him to the table. “Face’s a little damaged, but the rest is perfectly fine.”

“Bragging’s not gonna serve you any good, Sixx, even when there’s a reason for it.” Holmes shook his head slowly. “Good way out of ‘no women on board’ rule, though.”

He stretched his hand out and stroked Vince’s uninjured cheek, and only the pain from Nikki’s fingers digging into the skin of his forearm stopped Vince from slapping it away.

“He looks at me like he’s gonna bite me,” Holmes laughed, pinching him. He wasn’t aware of how close Vince was to doing exactly that.

“Yeah, he might,” Nikki nodded somewhat… proudly? “We’re working on that, though. Right, Vinnie?”

If gazes could kill, these two would already be nothing more but smoldering heaps of burned flesh. But they couldn’t, and Vince could only find consolation in imagining it.

“Right,” he said through gritted teeth upon receiving a painful prod in the side from Nikki.

“He ain’t too talkative, huh?” Holmes leaned back in his chair and put his arms behind his head. “But that’s not what you got him for, I suppose. For how long’d you have him?”

“A few days, I believe. You should have seen him back then – a wild animal, really. I had him tied up the first time I banged him, and that wasn’t even enough. Tommy had to hold a knife to his throat the whole time. Not to say he didn’t enjoy it, though. Tommy, I mean. Vinnie seemed a tad bit upset about it.”

“If I weren’t restrained, I would have killed both of you,” Vince told him. Nikki just snorted, but Holmes erupted into laughter.

“Does he say these things during sex too? How’d you manage to keep your hard-on?”

“He’s feeling bold today,” Nikki’s smile, a little bit too wide to be natural, sent shivers down Vince’s spine. No present for him today, it seemed. “Vinnie, go stand by the door.”

“Oh no, don’t send him off!” Holmes protested. “He’s delightful. I’m so tired of fake bitches lying to wring more money out of you, so he’s like a sip of fresh water in the middle of a sea. Let him sit with us.”

“As you wish,” Nikki nodded and lightly pushed Vince towards another chair. Vince sat down, rubbing his arm where traces of Nikki’s nails were growing redder. “I ain’t charging for looking.”

“You should,” Holmes said dreamily. “You’d earn much more than whatever you’re doing now. Though this scar does spoil the impression.”

“Not when you’re its creator,” Nikki grinned. “I’d say it makes it even better. Your own mark of sorts.”

“Don’t tell me you disfigured him on purpose. Though, knowing you, sick motherfucker…”

“We fought,” Vince intervened, gripping the chair seat so strongly his knuckles went white.

“Yeah, we did,” Nikki tilted his head condescendingly. “If you can even call that ten-second encounter a fight. But he tried, at least. Which is why he’s here and not with the rest of his crew.”

“So you decided to reward his bravery by making him your sex slave.” Holmes smirked. “Clever. Hey, Vinnie, you ever feel the urge to slit this guy’s throat in his sleep? Because if I were you, I would.”

“Get him out of the room, and I’ll answer honestly,” Vince said. He surely wasn’t getting any presents now, so there was no need to keep up appearances anymore, but there still was no guarantee he’d get an opportunity to escape. What if he went all rogue only to later face Nikki’s wrath?

“He does, and I know that, and he knows that I know that,” Nikki said in an unexpectedly laid-back tone, which was more alarming than comforting. How twisted a person had to be to take something like that in stride? “We still have to get used to each other, y’know?”

“Of course, relationships require work,” Holmes nodded. “Well, I wish you the best of luck – although you’re already one lucky son of a bitch, Sixx. Can’t say the same about Vinnie, though. If you ever think to dump him, doll, my doors are always open for ya.”

“That’s, fortunately, not up to him to decide,” Nikki said, rising from his chair. “Well, I won’t take any more of your precious time, mate. You still serious about drinks?”

“Absolutely. Bring Vinnie with ya, I’d love to buy him a drink.” Holmes also got up, but lingered at his desk. “Now, you amused me big time today, folks. I think Vinnie earned you a little more than we originally agreed. I know you brought him here for that reason only, you sleazy bastard trying to rip off your friends. You don’t deserve it, but he does. Now, just sign here and here…”

After the chill of the slaver’s office the heat outside enveloped Vince like a warm blanket. The thought that there might still be a present on the horizon brought him some relief, but not nearly enough to overshadow the disgust and humiliation at all said and done to him today. The ogling, the dehumanization, the groping stuck to his skin, smeared all over his body like grease, slimy, foul, nauseating.

He really needed a bath.

#nikki sixx #vince neil #motley crue #motley crue fanfiction #motley crue slash fanfiction #vinikki #pirate au #in darkness shall you be reborn #tw: rape mention #tw: slavery #didn't put them in the warnings because. yknow. that's what the fic is about #if you're reading it comes as a given #but if not you can avoid it #yeah tbh idk anything about chris holmes actually i just picked a random dude from the same era whose appearance i vaguely remember #i wrote this like 9? months ago so i dont even remember why it was him #this fic is now my longest story at 44k btw :)#my writing #just so you understand why im editing so slowly: this chap was 2.4k before editing

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