“I couldn't survive without you.”Slash whispered into Axl's ear, his arms locking around his waist....
Axl hurt people before they had a close enough chance to hurt him.
He also doesn't want to be hurt. He may seem strong but on the inside he has this aching pain, that hasn't been taken care of, he's been let down and hurt so many times that he doesn't know what love is.
He's built this little wall around himself, so that no-one would have a chance in hell to get in. He hurts and breaks down the people who do into pieces if they hurt him. But why would anyone want to hurt him?
He just wants to be held and told that everything would be OK. On the outside, Axl looked strong and confident but on the inside he still the little boy who needed to be loved.
When we are alone, he's the most caring, loving person to be around. He would talk to me in his deep voice, he would whisper to me. Only me. He's protective and giving.
I belong to him, I know I do. I want to be his, only his. I don't want anyone else, I can't picture myself with anyone else but him. He's perfection to me, even his flaws make me love him. I love everything about him.
Slash would never hurt him. He would never leave his side. All Slash wanted was his love and his trust. Slash couldn't see himself with anyone else in the world but Axl, it just didn't seem possible.
I'm being patient and in return Axl is trusting me more. He had told me some secrets that he would never trust anyone else with, not even Izzy. I sit and listen as he tells me this. That's all that Axl needs, someone to listen to him. I don't want anything else in return. I'm happy just to hear him talk. He knows this because he starts to ask me about my childhood, my happy memories and my bad ones.
He allows me to tell him that I love him and how much I care for him. He doesn't return the three words that I would like, but he tells me that he does care for me deeply and that's good enough for me. I don't want to push him after we've gotten so far.
Right now, we're watching some horror film and Axl was guessing what was going to happen next, and was normally right. I kept on glancing at him, butterflies in my stomach every time he chuckled when a gory scene came on the TV.
“It's always the fucking dumb blonde who gets done in first. It's not that hard, just don't go down in the basement.” Axl said to Slash, pointing at the TV where the blonde was getting stabbed.
Slash chuckled,“True, but it would be weird if you didn't see the blonde one getting killed.”Slash responded and gave him a smile, fingers tracing some unknown pattern on Axl's clothed leg.
They watched as the killer in the film broke into a couple's bedroom, instantly going for the man. Axl rested his head on the side of the couch, watching Slash's fingers going round and round on his leg.“Slash?”
Slash's attention instantly tuned into Axl and he turned around to him. His fingers continued to run patterns on his leg,”Yeah?”
“Would you be sad if I died?” Axl simply asked him, shoving some popcorn into his mouth. He looked into Slash's eyes as he waited for an answer. The thought of Axl not being there anymore. He didn't know what he might do without his redhead. The thought made him sick to the stomach, it made him cringe.
“Of course I fucking would. Don't be stupid.”Slash answered him, wrapping his arms tighter around him. Slash pulled Axl's body close to his, his back against the guitarist's chest. Then he kissed the top of his head.
“I couldn't survive without you.”Slash whispered into Axl's ear, his arms locking around his waist. Axl let out a dreamy sigh and snuggled closer to Slash, and they continued to watch the horror,
Axl's body relaxed against Slash's and the guitarist's head rested on Axl's, breathing in his scent. They had the whole apartment to themselves and took advantage of it. They could spend time together instead of sneaking off somewhere.
Duff was at his girlfriend's house. Steven was out somewhere, he never told them where he was going. Izzy was with Steven, he was in a good mood so they didn't bother to ask. To be honest, they didn't want to know.
Later that night, around 2am they finally decided to go to bed. Slash had practically lifted him to the bed, Axl wanted to watch the end of their 5th film and was pouting all the way. Slash sucked on his lip and smiled when Axl giggled into his mouth.
Their lips moved in sync, knowing exactly what the other person liked and craved. Eyes shut and breathing hitched. Teeth clashed and Axl's lip split again like the week before. Slash moaned and blood filled his mouth and like the week before, he got enough on his tongue to draw a messy large 'S' on Axl's cheek. Slash knew that this was how Axl liked it. Rough and messy, gentle and caring at the same time.
Their bodies fell onto the bed, and they lost themselves. Their passion and need for each other was like how a person needed to breathe. They couldn't stop this and they didn't want to. Bite marks were perfecly made on Slash's collarbone and the blood from Axl's lip was on his cheek and down his chest. The bloody 'S' was still clear on Axl's cheek.
Afterwards they took a shower, to which it took longer than normal. Slash wouldn't let Axl leave until they tried a new 'game' that Slash came up with. There was nothing Slash didn't know about Axl, and Axl knew Slash inside out.
Axl shoved on his boxers as Slash did the same, and got into the bed next to Slash. He snuggled into Slash, his body warming the guitarist's. Axl's arms found themselves around Slash's body, his face hiding in his hair. Slash returned Axl's embrace, pulling him as close as their bodies would allow them.
“Slash,” Axl started in his ear, lips brushing the lobe. Axl kissed along his neck, fingertips brushing Slash's sides. He nuzzled his cheek against Slash's, licking his way back up to his ear,”I don't know what I would do without you either. I can't see the future without you,”