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Do You Remember?
1 ReviewsAn Axl/Izzy fic...What becomes of Axl's dream he wishes to become reality.
The night was cold....unjustifiably cold. The rain wouldn't let up, so the cool air consistently drifted in the room with the window cracked open, and the thunder kept rolling in and keeping poor Axl awake. He was against no reason to take his large but seemingly unwarming blanket out in the hallway and sleep out there; he didn't care...as long as he was warm enough to roll his eyes back into a deep slumber, and as long as he didn't wake back up for a few hours, that is, unless he had some serious kind of nightmare like he did before.
He crawled onto the bed again after he closed the windows, quivering and wrapping the large blanket around himself to keep warm. He kept the curtains open to stare out at the thunder and lightning that accompanied the heavy rains that bashed against the windows and the roof of the place; turning his face, he muttered how much the rain was so absolutely horrible. Closing his eyes, he gradually rejected the existence of the rain and drifted himself off to sleep.
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He could imagine it now: waves crashing upon the large beach, seemingly grabbing him with every ebb and flow of the deep tides, dragging him away from what was his calm but lonely shelter. No one was there to assist him in his need, or even to rescue him when he needed aid the most. But no...he was there alone, no Izzy, no Slash, no Duff, and no Steven....the waves griped at his body, the harsh effects of the water filling up his lungs and keeping him underneath the flowing currents. Attempting to swim wasn't working, because in this dream, he didn't know how. So he kicked, and kicked, all done in vain.
Axl was kicking harder, his body near tired from all of his struggles. He was so close to the bottom he could not see...possibly his thoughts on where he'll end up in life?
The blackness swallowed him whole; he felt seaweed brush against his legs and engulf his entire body, the breathless man grunting for air, wishing that he came to this place with someone, if only...if only the people he perceives as 'friends' payed attention to him more and noticed how lonely he could be...if only he didn't come here alone...
'Join us...' The voices of the people who drowned in the area called to him, sending him closer to death than he would have ever imagined; talking him to the nearest point of the white light than drugs ever did. Axl Rose was frightened, afraid of what would happen to the band, his career...the hands of the dead tore at his clothes and inflicted cut wounds upon his porcelain-skinned body.
Then he saw it. Hands that saved him. Hands that rescued him from his impending doom. He was curious about who it was; he had not brought anyone along for his lonely journey outside, so he was wondering who it might be.
“Are you alright, dude?” The familiar voice he was happy to hear, the voice that was so heartbreaking to him in its own right. Izzy was there, holding him close as he was shivering, coughing until not only water dripped out of his mouth, but he felt as if he was also hacking up blood; he could taste it. The taste of metal filled his mouth, and grimaced at his comfort.
“What am I doing here....? Shouldn't I be dead right now?” He asked harshly, breathing heavily and still coughing.
“Nah, man...what? Were you thinking of suicide or something? You know it's not the answer. Suicide can't solve any kind of your problems.” The young brunette bent down, grabbing his best friend by the shoulders and jerking him down into the sand, watching him bend his head backwards in an incommensurable pain. With all of the strength he had left, he could do nothing, nor did he wish to say anything. His body was sore and freezing, but against the temperate sand, he was feeling a bit calmer than the clamourous thoughts that infested his mind like so.
“I'm not suicidal.” Axl simply stated, rolling his eyes.
“Then what are you doing here, alone, may I add?” He laid down next to Axl, staring at his eyes oddly, stroking his stringy hair, dripping even now from the 'unmitigated' lust the sea and its inhabitants had for him.
“I wanted to say a few things to clear my mind. You're not making anything better by being here.” Axl muttered nonchalantly, but was clearly indebted to Izzy's heroic actions.
“...really? Okay, I can leave. You have fun 'thinking' to yourself or whatever...I'll be around, that is, if you need me.” He positioned himself vertically and inched away from the slightly older Axl, taunting him with a sly smile before he left. The sore man found the courage to stand up, shouting for Izzy to come back at the top of his lungs, then....he disappeared. Like a thief in the night, he vanished into the darkness like he nearly belonged in it. Unexplained questions in his mind were left unanswered, but...what he did do was run...well, promptly limp...back to the hotel he and his bandmates were staying. Resting after the grueling tour that ended on a good note last week.
About twenty minutes later he arrived at the large hotel, walking into the hotel's corridors and walking up three flights of stairs and contemplating on knocking on Slash's door, just to ask if Izzy was here. Seems stupid, he knows, but he wanted to make sure. He knocked on his door hesitantly, questioning himself on whether this was a good idea or not. Izzy's door is just down the hall, no less. He just didn't want to appear as a fool, knocking on a door that no one occupied.
“Mmm....” Slash answered the door, running his right hand through his black, curly hair, pushing it back to see Axl a little better. “What up? You look like you've gotten hit by a train!” He tugged at his torn-up clothes. “Dude, I can nearly see your balls...what the hell happened?”
“Nothing, just...where's Iz?” He questioned. “Is he in his room?”
“Yeah, actually...he just got here about a couple minutes ago...” Slash trailed off, scratching his shirtless stomach carelessly.
“Good.” He left just like that, pounding on Izzy's door until it was left unanswered for a few minutes. Izzy then responded to Axl's boisterous banging by grabbing his arms and throwing him inside the hotel room.
“What the hell are you doing, Axe? It's one in the fucking morning and you knock on my door like that?!” As angry as he was, he pinned Axl's arms above his head, bodies so close they were nearly touching, less than mere centimetres away. “What did you come here for, Axe? Just to see my face?”
“Nah, I just wanted to thank you.” The salty taste of the water still lingered in his mouth, body ready but also not prepared for what was about to happen next.
"To thank me?" He asked, pushing his lips closer to his, so much closer his warm breath grazed his cool face nicely. "...well, I guess you could do that, but, you know...in this position you know you have to 'thank me' properly, right?"
Axl gulped hard, contemplating his reasons for staying in a hotel room that belonged to someone who'd bother to do something like this. What exactly was he doing in this situation, being pinned down in this point in time? Izzy's crotch is so close to his it was ridiculous, but for some reason he enjoyed the closeness...oddly. Their bodies together felt like the sand: soft and tranquil...pleasant, at that.
Izzy planted his lips amongst Axl's, kissing him with slow but full force, releasing one of his arms to gently rub his scalp soothingly. For some reason he found himself kissing back, equally as forceful. Izzy's rough hand brushed Axl's surprisingly gentle cheeks, tracing down to his jawline then down to his shredded shirt; he began to tear off the fragmented clothing roughly, leaving butterfly kisses down his neck and the burning feeling of lust shooting throughout both of their beings. They stared back into each other's eyes, Izzy's nearly intimidating and intense. The two men French-kissed once more, sparks flying between their lips like fireworks going off. Axl's eyes rolled to the back of his head in disbelief.
"If I told you I wanted you, would you be mad?" Izzy questioned, licking his lips libidinously.
~~
Axl's eyes forced him to wake again, his body still feeling below temperature even still. His green eyes glinted in the appearing moonlight, widened and thinking about Izzy.
"Iz..." Axl breathed heavily, thinking about his dream's moment with his best friend. He moaned a little, wondering what else could happen between them should he ever step foot inside his room again..though what he experienced was 'just a dream,' which wasn't the case, not too him; the environment was too realistic to believe it was 'just a dream.' "Izzy..." He called his name out loud to himself, took a deep breath, and stood next to his door. His exit.
He knew it.
He had to see Izzy...and fast.
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What do you think? Was it alright? ...I know the plot seemed a bit awkward, but I guess it was okay...
I don't understand how a story can turn green, but there are no reviews....?? How did I do, people?! :O
He crawled onto the bed again after he closed the windows, quivering and wrapping the large blanket around himself to keep warm. He kept the curtains open to stare out at the thunder and lightning that accompanied the heavy rains that bashed against the windows and the roof of the place; turning his face, he muttered how much the rain was so absolutely horrible. Closing his eyes, he gradually rejected the existence of the rain and drifted himself off to sleep.
~~
He could imagine it now: waves crashing upon the large beach, seemingly grabbing him with every ebb and flow of the deep tides, dragging him away from what was his calm but lonely shelter. No one was there to assist him in his need, or even to rescue him when he needed aid the most. But no...he was there alone, no Izzy, no Slash, no Duff, and no Steven....the waves griped at his body, the harsh effects of the water filling up his lungs and keeping him underneath the flowing currents. Attempting to swim wasn't working, because in this dream, he didn't know how. So he kicked, and kicked, all done in vain.
Axl was kicking harder, his body near tired from all of his struggles. He was so close to the bottom he could not see...possibly his thoughts on where he'll end up in life?
The blackness swallowed him whole; he felt seaweed brush against his legs and engulf his entire body, the breathless man grunting for air, wishing that he came to this place with someone, if only...if only the people he perceives as 'friends' payed attention to him more and noticed how lonely he could be...if only he didn't come here alone...
'Join us...' The voices of the people who drowned in the area called to him, sending him closer to death than he would have ever imagined; talking him to the nearest point of the white light than drugs ever did. Axl Rose was frightened, afraid of what would happen to the band, his career...the hands of the dead tore at his clothes and inflicted cut wounds upon his porcelain-skinned body.
Then he saw it. Hands that saved him. Hands that rescued him from his impending doom. He was curious about who it was; he had not brought anyone along for his lonely journey outside, so he was wondering who it might be.
“Are you alright, dude?” The familiar voice he was happy to hear, the voice that was so heartbreaking to him in its own right. Izzy was there, holding him close as he was shivering, coughing until not only water dripped out of his mouth, but he felt as if he was also hacking up blood; he could taste it. The taste of metal filled his mouth, and grimaced at his comfort.
“What am I doing here....? Shouldn't I be dead right now?” He asked harshly, breathing heavily and still coughing.
“Nah, man...what? Were you thinking of suicide or something? You know it's not the answer. Suicide can't solve any kind of your problems.” The young brunette bent down, grabbing his best friend by the shoulders and jerking him down into the sand, watching him bend his head backwards in an incommensurable pain. With all of the strength he had left, he could do nothing, nor did he wish to say anything. His body was sore and freezing, but against the temperate sand, he was feeling a bit calmer than the clamourous thoughts that infested his mind like so.
“I'm not suicidal.” Axl simply stated, rolling his eyes.
“Then what are you doing here, alone, may I add?” He laid down next to Axl, staring at his eyes oddly, stroking his stringy hair, dripping even now from the 'unmitigated' lust the sea and its inhabitants had for him.
“I wanted to say a few things to clear my mind. You're not making anything better by being here.” Axl muttered nonchalantly, but was clearly indebted to Izzy's heroic actions.
“...really? Okay, I can leave. You have fun 'thinking' to yourself or whatever...I'll be around, that is, if you need me.” He positioned himself vertically and inched away from the slightly older Axl, taunting him with a sly smile before he left. The sore man found the courage to stand up, shouting for Izzy to come back at the top of his lungs, then....he disappeared. Like a thief in the night, he vanished into the darkness like he nearly belonged in it. Unexplained questions in his mind were left unanswered, but...what he did do was run...well, promptly limp...back to the hotel he and his bandmates were staying. Resting after the grueling tour that ended on a good note last week.
About twenty minutes later he arrived at the large hotel, walking into the hotel's corridors and walking up three flights of stairs and contemplating on knocking on Slash's door, just to ask if Izzy was here. Seems stupid, he knows, but he wanted to make sure. He knocked on his door hesitantly, questioning himself on whether this was a good idea or not. Izzy's door is just down the hall, no less. He just didn't want to appear as a fool, knocking on a door that no one occupied.
“Mmm....” Slash answered the door, running his right hand through his black, curly hair, pushing it back to see Axl a little better. “What up? You look like you've gotten hit by a train!” He tugged at his torn-up clothes. “Dude, I can nearly see your balls...what the hell happened?”
“Nothing, just...where's Iz?” He questioned. “Is he in his room?”
“Yeah, actually...he just got here about a couple minutes ago...” Slash trailed off, scratching his shirtless stomach carelessly.
“Good.” He left just like that, pounding on Izzy's door until it was left unanswered for a few minutes. Izzy then responded to Axl's boisterous banging by grabbing his arms and throwing him inside the hotel room.
“What the hell are you doing, Axe? It's one in the fucking morning and you knock on my door like that?!” As angry as he was, he pinned Axl's arms above his head, bodies so close they were nearly touching, less than mere centimetres away. “What did you come here for, Axe? Just to see my face?”
“Nah, I just wanted to thank you.” The salty taste of the water still lingered in his mouth, body ready but also not prepared for what was about to happen next.
"To thank me?" He asked, pushing his lips closer to his, so much closer his warm breath grazed his cool face nicely. "...well, I guess you could do that, but, you know...in this position you know you have to 'thank me' properly, right?"
Axl gulped hard, contemplating his reasons for staying in a hotel room that belonged to someone who'd bother to do something like this. What exactly was he doing in this situation, being pinned down in this point in time? Izzy's crotch is so close to his it was ridiculous, but for some reason he enjoyed the closeness...oddly. Their bodies together felt like the sand: soft and tranquil...pleasant, at that.
Izzy planted his lips amongst Axl's, kissing him with slow but full force, releasing one of his arms to gently rub his scalp soothingly. For some reason he found himself kissing back, equally as forceful. Izzy's rough hand brushed Axl's surprisingly gentle cheeks, tracing down to his jawline then down to his shredded shirt; he began to tear off the fragmented clothing roughly, leaving butterfly kisses down his neck and the burning feeling of lust shooting throughout both of their beings. They stared back into each other's eyes, Izzy's nearly intimidating and intense. The two men French-kissed once more, sparks flying between their lips like fireworks going off. Axl's eyes rolled to the back of his head in disbelief.
"If I told you I wanted you, would you be mad?" Izzy questioned, licking his lips libidinously.
~~
Axl's eyes forced him to wake again, his body still feeling below temperature even still. His green eyes glinted in the appearing moonlight, widened and thinking about Izzy.
"Iz..." Axl breathed heavily, thinking about his dream's moment with his best friend. He moaned a little, wondering what else could happen between them should he ever step foot inside his room again..though what he experienced was 'just a dream,' which wasn't the case, not too him; the environment was too realistic to believe it was 'just a dream.' "Izzy..." He called his name out loud to himself, took a deep breath, and stood next to his door. His exit.
He knew it.
He had to see Izzy...and fast.
~~~~
What do you think? Was it alright? ...I know the plot seemed a bit awkward, but I guess it was okay...
I don't understand how a story can turn green, but there are no reviews....?? How did I do, people?! :O
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