“Do you love me?” Slash whispered against Axl's skin and Axl looked at him with lustful eyes....
”I promise I won't lie any more. I love you.” Quickly he grabbed his leather sleeve and pulled him back in, slamming the door shut.
They had been together 'secretly' for a year. Axl had promised that he would tell the public about them eventually but never did. The band already knew and were fine with it. They had never seen Axl and Slash so happy. But Axl was scared, if Slash asked him if he was ready, Axl ignored it.
“NO! You don't know what that fucking word means. You don't love anyone but yourself,Axl.I'm finished with this, with you.” Slash hissed at the red head as he backed closer to the door.
Axl and Slash were brilliant together but when they were in public Axl would chat up girls and even kissed them, going to great lengths to hide their relationship. It made Slash sick to his stomach every time he saw this.
“That's not true, Slash. I love you....only you.”Axl leaned closer to Slash, grabbing his hands and he entwined their fingers together,”You are the only one for me. You know that,” He kissed Slash's cheek.
Slash closed his eyes and he leaned against the door, allowing Axl to pull him closer. The singer smiled in relief. He could tell that Slash was calming down, he then pulled him even closer. Axl trailed kisses along Slash's jaw nipping at the caramel skin. Slash moaned lightly, his head tipping back against the door.
Slash shook his head and Axl frowned,pulling away,”Don't you believe that?”He asked the guitarist.
Slash opened his eyes and looked straight into Axl's,” I don't know. If you love someone, you'd sacrifice anything to be with them. No matter what.Until you realise what you want, I can't be with you.”
Axl shook his head,” I don't need to, I love you. I need you to be here with me,” Axl pressed his forehead against Slash's,”I always need you, I love you.”
Slash gently pushed Axl away with another shake of his head,”Until you sort yourself out, I don't believe that. I love you, though. No matter what happens, I will always love you.” He planted one small kiss on Axl's mouth, ignoring Axk's protests of not to leave.
Slash opened with door and gave Axl one last look before he walked out and gently closed the door behind him.
Axl stared at the door for a few minutes before he grabbed a glass and smashed it at the nearest wall, screaming in frustration.
9 Months Later -
Axl watched angrily as Duff leaned down and whispered something into Slash's ear, smiling happily when the guitarist bubbled with laughter. He couldn't stand it! Every time he saw them together it made him think of what he used to have. Slash was his and to Axl, Slash was still his and Duff was taking what belonged to him.
He missed Slash. He missed the short but sweet hugs they had on stage and how Slash used to whisper an I love you into his ear. He missed watching him sleep, he missed him so fucking much that it physically hurt!
Slash and Duff got together about 5 months after he broke up with Axl. Duff comforted him and knew how hard it was for Slash. Slash was a mess and avoided Axl every time he saw him. Duff took care of him, he treated him like an equal and publicly expressed his love for him.
When they were at a concert, he would doge Axl and stayed closer to Duff, he was his rock. Then a few months later they got together and things were easier.
They were a couple in public and Slash was happy that the media and their fans still accepted them. For once in a long time, Slash was happy, he didn't feel like a dirty little secret.
But Slash knew that Axl was not happy. He hadn't even acknowledged Duff and his existence, except when they were working on their album. He had tried to be friends with the redhead but he was ignored and told to fuck off.
Now the band was sitting on different couches in the living room of the small apartment that the band shared. Izzy and Axl were sitting on the small couch opposite of Duff and Slash. Axl was quietly going over lyrics with Izzy, while Duff and Slash were playing cards and Slash was playfully making fun of the blond's jokes.
Steven was on a small leather seat and was playing with his drumsticks, laughing sometimes at the cartoons he was watching, not noticing the tension going on between the redhead and the two guitarist's.
“That line doesn't make any fucking sense, Iz” Axl said to him, breaking the silence.
”That's a word game me and Steve were playing, smart ass” Izzy laughed at the redhead and threw him another piece of paper,” That's the lyrics!” He gave him another mocking smile as he continued with his game.
“You should have said that ages ago, I’ve been reading over that paper for a fucking hour, trying to make it out!”Axl yelled at him.
Duff chuckled at the situation along with Duff,”Shut the fuck up. Was I talking to you?”Axl hissed at them, avoiding eye contact with Slash.
“Ok, I’m sorry. Calm down.”Duff sighed and leaned back onto the couch resting his head on Slash's shoulder and Slash could tell that he was upset. He didn't like it.
”Leave him the fuck alone. He didn't do anything to you.” Slash hissed at the singer, a fiery look in his brown eyes.
He watched as Axl looked him in astonishment before he rolled his eyes in anger and stormed out of the room and into the kitchen. Slash sighed and played with Duff's hair, smiling when he heard him sign in contentment.
“I-I didn't mean to piss him off. Steve and Izzy were laughing and I couldn't help it. Fuck, I’m so stupid.”Duff whispered. Izzy and Steven gave him sympathetic looks.
Since Duff got with Slash, Axl refused to be friends with him any more and they knew it upset Duff, but he loved Slash. So he didn't talk to Axl. He didn't want Axl to feel like he was rubbing his face in it. So he kept his distance in an action to respect the singer.
“It's not your fault, Duffy. He's just being a prick.” Slash kissed his forehead. He did feel guilty but he thought Axl was getting over it already. He didn't have to snap at Duff for no reason.
“I'm going to talk to him.”Slash said and Duff pulled away, looking up at his boyfriend.
“It'll only piss him off further.”Duff told him with a shake of his head,”You're too pretty to die.” Slash playfully smacked him on the arm.
“It has to be done. He just can't snap like that. I'll be back in a minute.” Slash smiled at Duff and left the room, going into the kitchen. Duff leaned into the couch, worried that Axl might manipulate Slash. Axl was known to be very possessive of what he thought was his.
Shaking his head, he started to watch the cartoon on the TV.
You're being stupid. Slash is smarter than that.
“He should have brought armour.” Steven muttered before his attention went back to the TV.
Entering the kitchen, Slash saw Axl leaning against the counter, lighting the cigarette that was hanging from his lips. Slash watched him take a puff before he finally noticed that he was there. Slash felt his anger melt away when Axl raised his eyes to his.
“The fuck you want?” Axl snarled at the brunette. Slash caught his gaze and Axl felt himself calm down.
”What the fuck is wrong with you?” Slash walked over the singer but kept a right amount of distance. Truth be told, he did miss Axl. He loved him but with Duff he knew where he stood. He felt respected and Duff didn't hide him away.
With Axl, he never knew where he stood. But he was happy. He loved Axl but he also loved Duff. Duff was loving, he was caring and treated him like an equal. But inside, he knew that Duff will never compare to Axl....no-one could.
Axl was the same but he always controlled Slash but he did it out of love. He gave Slash tough love to get him to quit drugs. After he got over the drugs, Slash played better live and he was healthier.
Everything Axl did, he did it for Slash. Good or bad, he did out of love and they mostly turned out well. He may be a domineering pain in the ass but when they were alone, Axl was the sweetest person. Only Slash got to see his real side. It killed Slash that he might never get to see that side any more.
“Nothing. Just fuck off.” Axl said and took another puff of his cigarette
“Then why did you just unload shit onto Duff?” He asked him, picking his questions wisely, knowing that Axl didn't liked to feel interrogated.
“I was pissed off and he butt in. He was caught in the crossfire.” Axl lied. Truth be told, he didn't like seeing Slash and Duff being loving with eachother. It made him think of what he did have.
Before your fucking jealousy got in the way.
Slash looked at him, giving him a once-over. Axl noticed this. Slash did this when he was worried or confused.
“What?” Axl growled him, instantly feeling defensive. Snapping out of his daze, Slash shook his head,”N-Nothing.” He stuttered, and Axl raised an eyebrow.
“I'll apologise to Duff, if that'll make you happy and stop annoying the shit out of me.” Axl hissed at him, finishing off his cigarette and making a move to leave the room.
But Slash caught his arm and Axl found himself sandwiched against the counter and Slash. His body felt hot, a familiar feeling he always felt with Slash.
Slash knew he was falling under Axl's spell again....and there was no way of going back.
“W-What are you doing?” Axl whispered, looking up at him and then he felt Slash's thumb run across his bottom lip.
Slash just smirked at him before he pressed his lips to Axl's. The redhead stood there in shock for a few seconds. But then when Slash ran his tongue along Axl's bottom lip, he started to kiss the guitarist back.
They began to explore each others mouths and bodies for the first time in what seemed like forever for them both. Axl heard Slash moan deep in his throat when Axl bit on his bottom lip, an action which always made Slash crazy. An action which only Axl knew.
Slash's fingers immediately made themselves into Axl's long, red, silky hair. He fisted the locks in his fingers, let it go and slid them through his fingers. Axl's hair was Slash's only weakness. It was his comfort zone. His fingers always itched to touch it.
When Axl was getting Slash to break away from drugs, Slash made him a deal. When he quit, he made Axl to promise never to chop off his red locks. When they were alone, mostly at night. Slash played with Axl's hair for hours. He begged him never to cut it, to keep it the way it was. Axl promised never to cut his hair, a promise that he was willing to keep.
“Do you love me?” Slash whispered against Axl's skin and Axl looked at him with lustful eyes. Slash nuzzled his neck, waiting for his answer. Axl tried to respond but his brain wouldn't find the words and Slash wasn't making it easy for him. “Of course I love you. More than you know.” He mumbled and felt Slash grin against his neck.
Axl wrapped his arms around the guitarist, enjoying the feeling that Slash was giving him. It was electrical, every time Slash touched him it was like he was bringing him to life.
Slash was his again and that was all that mattered.