Inside of Axl's head....
I can feel his gaze on me, trying to get my attention. I almost smirk when I look out of the corner of my eye and saw the hurt look on his face. He craves my attention, he needs it. He's mine, he wears the scars for it. He screams for it. I turn around and continue my conversation with Izzy.
Slash swallowed and thanked God that his hair covered his eyes so that no-one could see the single tear that ran down his cheek. Composing himself, Slash nodded along to the story that Duff was telling him. But he kept on glancing at Axl, hoping and pleading in silence that the redhead would turn and look at him.
Things had been going well for them,but Slash had told Axl that he wanted to go see a film together. The beautiful innocent green colour in his eyes turned dark and he attacked him. Slash was shocked that one innocent suggestion would make Axl act like that.
So when they were with the rest of the band, Axl stayed as far as he could from Slash. This stung Slash most of all. All he wanted to be with was Axl. He would give everything up for him. He didn't just want his body, he wanted him.
When him and Axl were alone, they were great together. Axl was a different person, he was shy and caring. He would let Slash hug him and whisper sweet nothings into the guitarists ear. Then when they were with other people, he was distant and avoided Slash as best as he can. He barley even looked at him Slash. He never said a word to him when they were with other people.
“That's us done for the day,guys.” Axl sighed. Duff cheered in relief and stretched his long limbs,”I'm so fucking tired.” The blonde yawned,”I'm out of here.”
Izzy grabbed his jacket and walked over to Duff,”I'll come with you. I'm not getting in a car with Steven, he almost killed me last time.” He whispered, looking over to the drummer fast asleep on the couch in the corner, using Axl's jacket as a cover and Slash's jacket as a pillow.Slash smiled when he heard Steven mumble in his sleep.
Axl waved them off and went back to his writing on a worn out piece of paper,chewing on the lid of his pen when he was stuck on a chorus. Slash leaned back on the couch and grabbed the remote from underneath the cushion, turning it over to some crime channel. Axl rolled his eyes as the volume of the TV interrupted his thinking.
He knows what he's doing. Fucker!
“....they found her dead body in the bushes, her fingers cut off.”
“Will you please, turn that fucking thing down or I swear, I'll chuck it out the window! It's also fucking creepy.” Axl hissed, turning around on his swivel seat to glare at the brunette.
“Then go work somewhere else.” Slash told him calmly,”Keep it down, Steve is sleeping.”
Axl growled and then stood up, glaring at Slash before he walked out the door. Slash breathed in, his fingers tapped on his knee as he waited for Axl to come back. Five minutes went by and he couldn't wait any longer. He already missed him, even fighting with him was comfort to him.
He quickly walked out the room and walked down the maze of halls. It wasn't long before he found Axl, leaning against the wall with a cigarette hanging from his lips. There was a hole in the wall beside his head. Slash winced when he saw the bloody mark on Axl's pale skin.
“You OK?” Slash whispered, taking a small step toward him. But he kept his distance so that Axl couldn't lash out. But from what he could tell, Axl had already calmed down.
“I'm fine. Now fuck off.”
“Axl, please talk to me. You've barley said a word to me in a week.” Axl looked at him and shook his head before he took a drag.
“I don't want to talk to you.” Slash took another step toward him, now he was only inches from the redhead. Axl looked up at him,question in his eyes,”I never want to talk to you.”
“Don't shut me out,please. I couldn't handle that. You know it and I know it. Just stop torturing me.” He mumbled to Axl before he leaned down and captured Axl's lips with his own. Axl struggled for a minute and tried to tell Slash to get off of him. Slash took this opportunity to slide his tongue into Axl's mouth.
They pulled away,panting heavily”Slas-”Axl started but he was cut off when Slash's lips pressed to his again,pulling him back under his spell. Axl's tongue slid and danced with his, biting his lip roughly. The guitarist smiled against Axl's talented mouth, his fingers moving from under his t-shirt to the lock on the door beside them. “Slash, we can't do this here.” Axl groaned and pulled away, ignoring Slash's protests. Slash looked around, desperately trying to find some room for them to be alone for the first time in what seemed like forever.
Then he turned to Axl with a smirk, grabbing his wrist and he dragged the singer with him.”Slash,where are we going?” Axl asked him.Slash then suddenly stopped and kissed him again. Shutting up,Axl wrapped his arms around Slash's body and lost himself into the warm embrace, of the secure, safe arms of the darker man.
The recording studio door slammed open as their entwined bodies fell through it. Feet kicked the door shut as the Slash pressed Axl up against the door, his hungry mouth quickly finding the singers. Axl whimpered against his mouth, feeling his body warm up as Slash took control for the first time. Slash's fingers tangled into the long golden hair that haunted his dreams, pulling at it as he deepened the kiss.
“I need you.”