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Picking a Target
1 Reviews“Hmm, no.” Blackie laughed lightly. “I got the best out of you already. You need a challenge. That’s your problem. You thrive on challenges and being the under dog. You have to have your wa...
I am bored. Bored. Bored? Bored. Uncle ramming, motherfucking-sucking bored out of my skull. I shouldn’t be. I have everything, money, women, drugs, booze, music, my kick-ass band. Then why am I bored? I’ve done everything I wanted and more. I got it. Fuck it diary. I’m bored of writing this too.
Nikki strutted into the party with dull eyes. It was the same old shit. Same old faces. He was ticked. Ticked at being bored. Ticked at the jack he was starring at. He didn’t even want to drink it.
“Nik.” A light guttural voice growled next to him. Whipping his head around Nikki’s eyes locked into the endless black pools of his ex-band mate Blackie Lawless. Blackie smirked his demonic smile as he swung back his shot and reached for Nikki’s. Snatching it out of his hand Blackie continued, “so what’s eating ya?”
“Nothing.” Nikki hissed turning to leave. A strong hand seized him by the back of his head tugging at his hair. Nikki snarled not appreciating the restraint on his movement.
Blackie’s lips fell against Nikki’s neck right behind his ear. He didn’t kiss him, but Nikki sure could feel his lips smirking against his skin. He relaxed into the sadistic like grip. “Don’t play with me Sixx. You know I don’t like being teased.” As he spoke there was a teasing chuckle in his low voice. “I also know you too well, so don’t hiss at me ‘nothing’ and then turn your back on me.”
“You making an offer?” Nikki asked trying to remain pencil straight in the taller man’s grasp, but the hand not holding his hair had snaked down his torso to draw light patterns over the skin that peaked out between his leather pants and cropped red t-shirt. He hated how Blackie made his body temperature go up. Hated how no matter how many years it had been since he was in the dark man’s bed he still silently craved those black satin sheets again.
“Hmm, no.” Blackie laughed lightly. “I got the best out of you already. You need a challenge. That’s your problem. You thrive on challenges and being the underdog. You have to have your way, but everyone is giving you what you want now and you’re restless.”
Nikki said nothing. Closing his eyes he enjoyed the titillating pressure applied to his lower stomach and the tingling jolts shot straight to his groin. Even the sharp tug at his scalp electrified his limbs toward ecstasy. Blackie was right though. All he needed was a new challenge in his life. Now where to find one and how to take care of this problem in his pants?
“Hope I helped.” Blackie grinned wide, drawing away from him. Giving a short wave he slid into the black vivacious current of people. Within seconds he had vanished effortlessly as if he had never been there.
Nikki growled irritably. He was way too bothered now and needed a release, not just from his irate manner anymore. A large breasted blonde stumbled giggling into Nikki’s arms. She immediately stared petting his sweltering body.
“Need me to take care of that for you sexy?” Her voice was meant as a purr, but came out a slur of drunken giggles. Nikki pushed her away into a waiting member of Warrant or some other hair band who wore lots of leather, teased their hair and were as skinny as hell. He quickly found himself lost in the throng of partiers. He moved without purpose. Not really looking for anyone but lost in thought. Spotting his buddy Slash he weaved his way over.
“Hey kid.” He clapped a hand over Slash’s shoulder.
“Hey, fucker.” Slash gave him a dopey smile as he swung his jack down from his lips hiccupping slightly. “You look bummed out man.”
“Looking for a challenge.” Nikki said with narrowed eyes. How did everyone know this except him!
“You should get laid.” Slash’s voice was gleeful and drunk. “That’s what I did. Got me a nice little red head to fuck now.”
“Your singer? I thought he was straight.”
“As a pole.” Slash laughed trying to stand up straight and salute Nikki. Instead, he stumbled forward. Nikki caught him with one hand pushing the giggling ball of black curls and half naked flesh back into his chair.
“He’s straight every time I fuck him. Straight when he sucks me. Straight when he gets on the floor and…”
“I get it.” Nikki said his temper waxing and waning. “So how did you do it?”
“That was a challenge.” Slash said solemnly then burst out into a fit of laughter once again. He grabbed a hold of the bassist before he could leave. “I just made him see that he couldn’t live without me.”
“Got it.” Nikki said pulling his arm away. Sliding up to the bar again he drained five shots in a minute. As his hand moved toward the sixth a voice asked.
“So have a nice chat?”
“How the hell do you keep appearing and disappearing. You’re six fucking four!”
“I’m god, I’m everywhere.” Blackie said laughing as he stirred his drink. “Curly has the right idea though. Making someone crave you is not an easy thing.” Blackie shrugged. “Well, really only when you don’t have them tied down and helplessly at your mercy.” He laughed evilly with knowing eyes that made Nikki’s stomach turn.
“Tons of people love me. I’ve got secret and not so secret admirers throwing themselves at me. It’s not hard for people to love me.”
“That’s lust you’re talking about, not love nor devotion. There’s your challenge dick head get someone’s full devotion. You just need a hard target.”
“Not many in here.” Nikki smirked crookedly.
“No one in your band?”
“Naw, Tommy and I have hooked up now and then. I got into Vince’s pants quick and Mick told me he’d bust my lip with my bass if I ever tried any of that shit on him.”
“He’s not really your type either.” Blackie mused taking a drink. His eyes slid over to the dark skeleton settled amongst the couches. “Looks like a top to me.”
“So that doesn’t leave me with many options.” Nikki said trying to ignore the jab at why he had never bedded Mick. He surveyed the room for his victim instead.
“What about that new band with the poodle and fire head?” Blackie nodded in the direction of Guns n Roses.
“I couldn’t do that with Slash he’s way too young.”
“The red head?”
“With Slash and no I’m not ripping those two apart.”
“Damn Sixx you’re getting soft.” Blackie half moaned, half cackled. He ran a lone knuckle down his cheek. “If I dragged you back to my bed you wouldn’t last five minutes.”
“Fuck off, before I make you my challenge.” Nikki threatened swatting the other bassist’s hand from his face.
“You’ve had me enough for a lifetime, Sixx and you know it,” Blackie said giving him a twisted turn of his lips. Shifting his body for a better view of the other band. “There are three other members of your friend’s little band you know. Looks like you got two blondes and a dark brunette of some sort.”
Nikki followed the older man’s line of sight. A bouncing bright blonde kept twirling his drumsticks over and over in his hands knocking over empty beer cans with grand swipes. Sometimes he used his band mates or whoever was sitting next to him as his snare. Nine times out of ten they hit him back or at least cussed him out.
“How about little drummer boy? He should be able to go all night.” Blackie smirked arching his eyebrows.
“No more drummers.” Nikki replied shortly shaking his head. “Once you’ve had Tommy no other drummer can quite measure up.” Nikki’s lips pulled back into a shit-eating grin. Blackie chuckled amused.
“Okay how’s your appetite for the other two?” Blackie asked patiently. Which surprised Nikki greatly. Even when the two dated he never saw this much patience in Blackie.
Nikki studied the remaining band members. There was another blonde. A tall lanky guy with ripped up jeans and a white Hanoi Rocks t-shirt. He wore a padlock necklace of sorts that he at times fidgeted with. Nikki grinned as it reminded him of Sid Vicious. The blonde’s most prized possession was a bottle of vodka he held cradled against his chest as if it was a newborn. He kept climbing over and fidgeting with the brunette who sat solemnly, tolerating the boyish antics of his fellow musician.
The brunette was an intrigue of unsettling proportions. His face was a poker mask of serenity, yet certain people could break through that face earning them various facial gestures. His smile when he chose to use it was endearing if not sultry. He had a rough innocence to his face that was framed by untamable locks and wisps of a black hair.
He moved suddenly, lifting the towering blonde from his lap and depositing him onto the couch. Nikki watched him move over to whisper something into the red head’s ear causing a loud laugh to erupt and an arm punch to the brunette who grinned. Pulling the cigarette from between his red lips he exhaled a puff of hazed smoke. Nikki smiled to himself as Slash joined the pair. The brunette was taller than both of them, but shorter than the blonde bassist. Nikki liked that.
“See someone you like Sixx?” Blackie whispered wickedly snapping Nikki out of his thoughts.
“Maybe.” Nikki shifted his gaze back to his drink, but his mind drifted back to the brunette.
“So when are you going to make your move on their rhythm guitarist?” Nikki flashed an angry shocked look that caused a short laugh to escape from between Blackie’s lips. “Come on Sixx. I know you. I know what you like.” He almost purred the last sentence bringing a hand up as if to cup Nikki’s cheek. Subconsciously Nikki tilted his head into the outstretched palm, but Blackie recoiled nonchalantly. “Besides that guitarist is the hardest to attain out of the entire band. He’s a good challenge for you.”
Nikki strutted into the party with dull eyes. It was the same old shit. Same old faces. He was ticked. Ticked at being bored. Ticked at the jack he was starring at. He didn’t even want to drink it.
“Nik.” A light guttural voice growled next to him. Whipping his head around Nikki’s eyes locked into the endless black pools of his ex-band mate Blackie Lawless. Blackie smirked his demonic smile as he swung back his shot and reached for Nikki’s. Snatching it out of his hand Blackie continued, “so what’s eating ya?”
“Nothing.” Nikki hissed turning to leave. A strong hand seized him by the back of his head tugging at his hair. Nikki snarled not appreciating the restraint on his movement.
Blackie’s lips fell against Nikki’s neck right behind his ear. He didn’t kiss him, but Nikki sure could feel his lips smirking against his skin. He relaxed into the sadistic like grip. “Don’t play with me Sixx. You know I don’t like being teased.” As he spoke there was a teasing chuckle in his low voice. “I also know you too well, so don’t hiss at me ‘nothing’ and then turn your back on me.”
“You making an offer?” Nikki asked trying to remain pencil straight in the taller man’s grasp, but the hand not holding his hair had snaked down his torso to draw light patterns over the skin that peaked out between his leather pants and cropped red t-shirt. He hated how Blackie made his body temperature go up. Hated how no matter how many years it had been since he was in the dark man’s bed he still silently craved those black satin sheets again.
“Hmm, no.” Blackie laughed lightly. “I got the best out of you already. You need a challenge. That’s your problem. You thrive on challenges and being the underdog. You have to have your way, but everyone is giving you what you want now and you’re restless.”
Nikki said nothing. Closing his eyes he enjoyed the titillating pressure applied to his lower stomach and the tingling jolts shot straight to his groin. Even the sharp tug at his scalp electrified his limbs toward ecstasy. Blackie was right though. All he needed was a new challenge in his life. Now where to find one and how to take care of this problem in his pants?
“Hope I helped.” Blackie grinned wide, drawing away from him. Giving a short wave he slid into the black vivacious current of people. Within seconds he had vanished effortlessly as if he had never been there.
Nikki growled irritably. He was way too bothered now and needed a release, not just from his irate manner anymore. A large breasted blonde stumbled giggling into Nikki’s arms. She immediately stared petting his sweltering body.
“Need me to take care of that for you sexy?” Her voice was meant as a purr, but came out a slur of drunken giggles. Nikki pushed her away into a waiting member of Warrant or some other hair band who wore lots of leather, teased their hair and were as skinny as hell. He quickly found himself lost in the throng of partiers. He moved without purpose. Not really looking for anyone but lost in thought. Spotting his buddy Slash he weaved his way over.
“Hey kid.” He clapped a hand over Slash’s shoulder.
“Hey, fucker.” Slash gave him a dopey smile as he swung his jack down from his lips hiccupping slightly. “You look bummed out man.”
“Looking for a challenge.” Nikki said with narrowed eyes. How did everyone know this except him!
“You should get laid.” Slash’s voice was gleeful and drunk. “That’s what I did. Got me a nice little red head to fuck now.”
“Your singer? I thought he was straight.”
“As a pole.” Slash laughed trying to stand up straight and salute Nikki. Instead, he stumbled forward. Nikki caught him with one hand pushing the giggling ball of black curls and half naked flesh back into his chair.
“He’s straight every time I fuck him. Straight when he sucks me. Straight when he gets on the floor and…”
“I get it.” Nikki said his temper waxing and waning. “So how did you do it?”
“That was a challenge.” Slash said solemnly then burst out into a fit of laughter once again. He grabbed a hold of the bassist before he could leave. “I just made him see that he couldn’t live without me.”
“Got it.” Nikki said pulling his arm away. Sliding up to the bar again he drained five shots in a minute. As his hand moved toward the sixth a voice asked.
“So have a nice chat?”
“How the hell do you keep appearing and disappearing. You’re six fucking four!”
“I’m god, I’m everywhere.” Blackie said laughing as he stirred his drink. “Curly has the right idea though. Making someone crave you is not an easy thing.” Blackie shrugged. “Well, really only when you don’t have them tied down and helplessly at your mercy.” He laughed evilly with knowing eyes that made Nikki’s stomach turn.
“Tons of people love me. I’ve got secret and not so secret admirers throwing themselves at me. It’s not hard for people to love me.”
“That’s lust you’re talking about, not love nor devotion. There’s your challenge dick head get someone’s full devotion. You just need a hard target.”
“Not many in here.” Nikki smirked crookedly.
“No one in your band?”
“Naw, Tommy and I have hooked up now and then. I got into Vince’s pants quick and Mick told me he’d bust my lip with my bass if I ever tried any of that shit on him.”
“He’s not really your type either.” Blackie mused taking a drink. His eyes slid over to the dark skeleton settled amongst the couches. “Looks like a top to me.”
“So that doesn’t leave me with many options.” Nikki said trying to ignore the jab at why he had never bedded Mick. He surveyed the room for his victim instead.
“What about that new band with the poodle and fire head?” Blackie nodded in the direction of Guns n Roses.
“I couldn’t do that with Slash he’s way too young.”
“The red head?”
“With Slash and no I’m not ripping those two apart.”
“Damn Sixx you’re getting soft.” Blackie half moaned, half cackled. He ran a lone knuckle down his cheek. “If I dragged you back to my bed you wouldn’t last five minutes.”
“Fuck off, before I make you my challenge.” Nikki threatened swatting the other bassist’s hand from his face.
“You’ve had me enough for a lifetime, Sixx and you know it,” Blackie said giving him a twisted turn of his lips. Shifting his body for a better view of the other band. “There are three other members of your friend’s little band you know. Looks like you got two blondes and a dark brunette of some sort.”
Nikki followed the older man’s line of sight. A bouncing bright blonde kept twirling his drumsticks over and over in his hands knocking over empty beer cans with grand swipes. Sometimes he used his band mates or whoever was sitting next to him as his snare. Nine times out of ten they hit him back or at least cussed him out.
“How about little drummer boy? He should be able to go all night.” Blackie smirked arching his eyebrows.
“No more drummers.” Nikki replied shortly shaking his head. “Once you’ve had Tommy no other drummer can quite measure up.” Nikki’s lips pulled back into a shit-eating grin. Blackie chuckled amused.
“Okay how’s your appetite for the other two?” Blackie asked patiently. Which surprised Nikki greatly. Even when the two dated he never saw this much patience in Blackie.
Nikki studied the remaining band members. There was another blonde. A tall lanky guy with ripped up jeans and a white Hanoi Rocks t-shirt. He wore a padlock necklace of sorts that he at times fidgeted with. Nikki grinned as it reminded him of Sid Vicious. The blonde’s most prized possession was a bottle of vodka he held cradled against his chest as if it was a newborn. He kept climbing over and fidgeting with the brunette who sat solemnly, tolerating the boyish antics of his fellow musician.
The brunette was an intrigue of unsettling proportions. His face was a poker mask of serenity, yet certain people could break through that face earning them various facial gestures. His smile when he chose to use it was endearing if not sultry. He had a rough innocence to his face that was framed by untamable locks and wisps of a black hair.
He moved suddenly, lifting the towering blonde from his lap and depositing him onto the couch. Nikki watched him move over to whisper something into the red head’s ear causing a loud laugh to erupt and an arm punch to the brunette who grinned. Pulling the cigarette from between his red lips he exhaled a puff of hazed smoke. Nikki smiled to himself as Slash joined the pair. The brunette was taller than both of them, but shorter than the blonde bassist. Nikki liked that.
“See someone you like Sixx?” Blackie whispered wickedly snapping Nikki out of his thoughts.
“Maybe.” Nikki shifted his gaze back to his drink, but his mind drifted back to the brunette.
“So when are you going to make your move on their rhythm guitarist?” Nikki flashed an angry shocked look that caused a short laugh to escape from between Blackie’s lips. “Come on Sixx. I know you. I know what you like.” He almost purred the last sentence bringing a hand up as if to cup Nikki’s cheek. Subconsciously Nikki tilted his head into the outstretched palm, but Blackie recoiled nonchalantly. “Besides that guitarist is the hardest to attain out of the entire band. He’s a good challenge for you.”
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