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Stalking the Prey
0 ReviewsNikki had never been so worked up and over what? A rhythm guitarist he had never met only looked at it.
Nikki passed through the doors into a carnivorous carousel of hellish nightmares and fantasy. Wraiths of smoke laced in languid fashion around the room encompassing the dancers in a misty haze. The lights were dim glows of haunting blue and purple hues, illuminating the half naked bodies into sheer projections of fiendish indulgences of the flesh. Sweat, primal heat, drugs, booze and a spicy cinnamon raped the partygoers’ nostrils as they slithered and pranced around each other. Hard rock thumped and pounded, causing the room to quake and waver in its passing. Instruments and voices hissed through the air cutting it in hard slices of pure exquisite glutton.
The drinks were endless, but every mouth was left watering, salivating from the tortures of the appetizing prey. Voluptuous phantoms moved like young ripe gazelles tantalizing to the hunters that growled and moaned in the crowd. Their slick toned bodies slid and ground up and down the walls, brushing up against anything and anyone. They smiled with their pouty lips running their long fingers through their teased blown out hair. Teasing pieces of their bodies on display taunted the lookers-on’s mouths to crave the ability to encase, to squeeze, to please, please them. It was enough to make men weep from the sexual torment they knew so well how to do.
The women were pretty damn sexy too. Vince had found himself a nice little collection. He looked like an Arabian prince settled amongst his harem of luscious beauties. He flashed a smug wicked grin to any guy who walked by while also extending a warning gleam in his eye marking his territory. Nikki received such a look when his turn came. He just leered back at Vince indifferently, earning a short laugh from the blonde singer.
Nikki continued his hunting like meandering through the throng of bodies despite the many advances of leather-clad women and a couple curious boys. Tonight he was hunting only one piece. His prey, the one he would make into his slave.
After circling the room twice he had seen no sight of the rhythm guitarist. He snarled taking back half a bottle of jack into his mouth. Most of which spilled down his chin. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand grumbling. Anger slowly began to churn in his blood. Heat rushed his body. He cooled himself when he saw the Gunners cloistered together and immediately set off toward them.
Axl’s head was lounging in Slash’s lap. One molasses colored hand danced under the singer’s shirt across his flat belly while the other one was used to hold onto a shared bottle of Jack. Nikki guessed it was more for Slash since Steven had just poured some bourbon in Axl’s mouth. Leaning down Slash’s long pink tongue licked the spilled drops of liquor on the red head’s chin. With deliberate cruel slowness he continued up to the corner of the Axl’s lips where he lapped at the puckered lips like an eager puppy. The red head smiled opening his mouth to speak, but was immediately silenced by the pink tongue that plunged down his throat. Best way to have a drink, Nikki thought making his way over to the Gunners.
“Hey lover boys don’t you think you two should just start fucking? It should be a good show.” Nikki asked his voice laced with heat. Slash blinked behind his shades coming out of his lustful drunken stupor. His lips broke into a giddy smile.
“Don’t worry fucker.” He kept his eyes on Nikki, but tugged Axl’s hair roughly causing a grimace of mild discomfort to flash across his face. “I’ll drag my foxy little number off and bend her over soon enough.”
“I’m not a girl, fuckhead.” Axl glared angrily at the curly haired man looming above him who just smiled mockingly.
“Who says I was talking about you princess?” He cooed with a voice that was thick like honey and delirious with lust. He licked the jack off his lips as Axl went to sit up, but Slash yanked him back down onto his lap.
“Asshole.” Axl pouted with full lips as he glowered at the guitarist. Slash’s hands began sliding up the singer’s stomach causing the smaller man to twist slightly. He moaned as one of those thick calloused fingers brushed a nipple, gasping between his teeth as Slash’s hand explored the contours of his tight lithe lower body.
“I hate you.” He hissed as Slash’s fingers tickled the soft flesh peeking out just above his belt buckle. He squealed softly.
“I love you too my little princess.” Slash kissed him on the forehead grinning as he began plotting his night of sinful fun with his singer. Axl’s eyes softened around the edges.
“I’m surprised the rest of your band doesn’t watch you two go at it.” Nikki said interrupting their playful teasing. Seeing the two together didn’t turn him on. He wanted what was his and his patience was wearing thin. Yet something in him wanted to keep it a secret. If the Crue knew, that was fine, but no one else. Well, Blackie, but that was another story.
“Want to join us Nikki?” Slash asked with a naughty flip of his tongue and nodding toward his lusting singer sprawled in his lap. Axl huffed pinching Slash’s arm.
“Don’t be like that babe.” Slash scolded.
“I don’t do red heads.” Nikki said indifferently. Axl glowered, but remained silent and wrapped his arms around Slash’s waist squeezing tight. “You’re missing two of your guys tonight aren’t you?”
“We are?” Slash asked in a half groan as Axl’s teeth and tongue began to play with Slash’s torso, around his nipples down his belly. He grinned lazily as he began to squirm slightly. “Who’s, mm, missing?”
“Duff disappeared with a bottle of vodka and Izzy left a while ago.” Axl hissed as he bit and nibbled up Slash’s ribs causing the molasses colored man to growl and throw his curls back as he arched himself against the couch.
“You gotta stop this little kitty. You’re getting me hot.” Slash hissed and purred under Axl’s mouth, long tresses of fiery hair tickling his solid brown torso. He tried desperately to take back control but Axl wasn’t having it.
Nikki slid down to Slash’s ear and whispered low above the pulsating music. As instructed, Slash brought his fingers to the underside of Axl’s knee and tickled lightly with his blunt nails. Axl squeaked jerking backward. In one swoop Axl was hauled onto his back pinned by a heavy weight from a gorgeous shadow. Dark curls fell forward masking Slash’s shaded eyes, but his lips were pulled back against pearl white teeth in a smug giggle of triumph. Gloating, he tightened his grip on the singer’s slender wrists.
“Fuck you, asshole.” Axl howled turning his head at the departing Nikki who extended a finger. Slash grabbed his chin turning it back to the center of his body.
“Look at me babe. Only me.” His mouth pounced teeth extended into a brutal kiss that rendered Axl’s entire body to jelly.
Nikki slipped into the alley behind the carousel room of nightmares. He hurled the empty bottle at the bricks causing pieces of glass and brick to shatter. He began pacing ferociously like a teased tiger in its cage. He had never been so worked up and over what? A rhythm guitarist he had never met, but only looked at it. That’s what he was so frustrated about!
“No Nik, that’s not it.” A throaty voice roared softly from down the alley. A figment of the dark loomed from its perch against the bricks. The figure continued to stare straight-ahead and crossed one stiletto heel in front of the other. “Tommy’s little blow job just didn’t fully cut it for you. You need to get laid.”
“Unless you’re offering Blackie shut the fuck up!” Nikki screamed taking off down the alley. Sharp clicks came fast over the cobblestone as a strong lethal hand grabbed the bassist by the scruff of his neck crushing him into the wall.
“I’m only offering you the truth of what you’re thinking,” the low voice seethed disgustedly into his ear. “Calm yourself sweetheart and maybe you can get in control of your little hunt. Think, where would the little guitar boy have gone?”
“Home with a girl.” Nikki gnashed his teeth as he spoke. Because of his little adventure in Tommyland he had missed him and got a mediocre soft-core porno instead.
“Close,” Blackie considered, slightly amused, a hint of malicious in his tone. “But not quite.” He released the bassist and stepped back through the door to the room of sin again.
“Heyduudes.” Tommy said with a dopey grin as he stumbled forward. Mick caught him by lacing his hands around the drummer’s scrawny torso. He separated his feet to maintain his balance as he held to the giggling bag of bones. “Whasya doin’ out ‘ere?” He lifted a finger pointing to Nikki. “Need me ta.” He hiccupped. “Help…help…help ya again?”
“T-Bone you can barely stand up.” Mick said pushing the drummer against the bricks saving him from one of Nikki’s infamous tirades. The drunken drummer’s head fell to his shoulder with a plastered booze induced smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
“Think I’m going to go have a three way with the two Gunners after Tommy comes to.” Mick said with a cold expression. Nikki said nothing for a while.
“You do that.” Nikki scowled, his mind drifting away into a maelstrom of plans and strategy. Hatred was also swarming in the mix, hatred at himself and Blackie. Mick shrugged, licking a stray drop on the side of his homemade alcohol bottle.
“It’ll be easy, since they all moved into the same house, to have an orgy with them.” Nikki’s eyes shot up glowering curiously at Mick who met his fierce gaze with otherworldly demonic coldness. “How many people do you need to make an orgy anyway? The four of us live together, but that would be a foursome not an orgy. Then again never heard of a fivesome or a sixsome, so I guess that means five or more people is an orgy.”
“Got their address for your six way yet?” Nikki asked with growing heat and pain boiling in his too tight leather pants. He cursed Mick for choosing this time to be an asshole.
“They live about seven blocks from here in the hellhouse.” Nikki scowled, but Mick continued unperturbed. “Hard to miss really. The shack is said to look like a crack house. Quite a few bushes and trees around the lot too.”
Nikki turned on his heel without a care for Mick.
“Nikki.” The bassist turned teeth bared at the thought of being delayed once again. Mick met his gaze calmly. “Have fun tonight.”
The corner of Nikki’s lips twitched up into a ghost of a smile, as his stiletto heels started clicking against the concrete in a swift steady determined chime.
The drinks were endless, but every mouth was left watering, salivating from the tortures of the appetizing prey. Voluptuous phantoms moved like young ripe gazelles tantalizing to the hunters that growled and moaned in the crowd. Their slick toned bodies slid and ground up and down the walls, brushing up against anything and anyone. They smiled with their pouty lips running their long fingers through their teased blown out hair. Teasing pieces of their bodies on display taunted the lookers-on’s mouths to crave the ability to encase, to squeeze, to please, please them. It was enough to make men weep from the sexual torment they knew so well how to do.
The women were pretty damn sexy too. Vince had found himself a nice little collection. He looked like an Arabian prince settled amongst his harem of luscious beauties. He flashed a smug wicked grin to any guy who walked by while also extending a warning gleam in his eye marking his territory. Nikki received such a look when his turn came. He just leered back at Vince indifferently, earning a short laugh from the blonde singer.
Nikki continued his hunting like meandering through the throng of bodies despite the many advances of leather-clad women and a couple curious boys. Tonight he was hunting only one piece. His prey, the one he would make into his slave.
After circling the room twice he had seen no sight of the rhythm guitarist. He snarled taking back half a bottle of jack into his mouth. Most of which spilled down his chin. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand grumbling. Anger slowly began to churn in his blood. Heat rushed his body. He cooled himself when he saw the Gunners cloistered together and immediately set off toward them.
Axl’s head was lounging in Slash’s lap. One molasses colored hand danced under the singer’s shirt across his flat belly while the other one was used to hold onto a shared bottle of Jack. Nikki guessed it was more for Slash since Steven had just poured some bourbon in Axl’s mouth. Leaning down Slash’s long pink tongue licked the spilled drops of liquor on the red head’s chin. With deliberate cruel slowness he continued up to the corner of the Axl’s lips where he lapped at the puckered lips like an eager puppy. The red head smiled opening his mouth to speak, but was immediately silenced by the pink tongue that plunged down his throat. Best way to have a drink, Nikki thought making his way over to the Gunners.
“Hey lover boys don’t you think you two should just start fucking? It should be a good show.” Nikki asked his voice laced with heat. Slash blinked behind his shades coming out of his lustful drunken stupor. His lips broke into a giddy smile.
“Don’t worry fucker.” He kept his eyes on Nikki, but tugged Axl’s hair roughly causing a grimace of mild discomfort to flash across his face. “I’ll drag my foxy little number off and bend her over soon enough.”
“I’m not a girl, fuckhead.” Axl glared angrily at the curly haired man looming above him who just smiled mockingly.
“Who says I was talking about you princess?” He cooed with a voice that was thick like honey and delirious with lust. He licked the jack off his lips as Axl went to sit up, but Slash yanked him back down onto his lap.
“Asshole.” Axl pouted with full lips as he glowered at the guitarist. Slash’s hands began sliding up the singer’s stomach causing the smaller man to twist slightly. He moaned as one of those thick calloused fingers brushed a nipple, gasping between his teeth as Slash’s hand explored the contours of his tight lithe lower body.
“I hate you.” He hissed as Slash’s fingers tickled the soft flesh peeking out just above his belt buckle. He squealed softly.
“I love you too my little princess.” Slash kissed him on the forehead grinning as he began plotting his night of sinful fun with his singer. Axl’s eyes softened around the edges.
“I’m surprised the rest of your band doesn’t watch you two go at it.” Nikki said interrupting their playful teasing. Seeing the two together didn’t turn him on. He wanted what was his and his patience was wearing thin. Yet something in him wanted to keep it a secret. If the Crue knew, that was fine, but no one else. Well, Blackie, but that was another story.
“Want to join us Nikki?” Slash asked with a naughty flip of his tongue and nodding toward his lusting singer sprawled in his lap. Axl huffed pinching Slash’s arm.
“Don’t be like that babe.” Slash scolded.
“I don’t do red heads.” Nikki said indifferently. Axl glowered, but remained silent and wrapped his arms around Slash’s waist squeezing tight. “You’re missing two of your guys tonight aren’t you?”
“We are?” Slash asked in a half groan as Axl’s teeth and tongue began to play with Slash’s torso, around his nipples down his belly. He grinned lazily as he began to squirm slightly. “Who’s, mm, missing?”
“Duff disappeared with a bottle of vodka and Izzy left a while ago.” Axl hissed as he bit and nibbled up Slash’s ribs causing the molasses colored man to growl and throw his curls back as he arched himself against the couch.
“You gotta stop this little kitty. You’re getting me hot.” Slash hissed and purred under Axl’s mouth, long tresses of fiery hair tickling his solid brown torso. He tried desperately to take back control but Axl wasn’t having it.
Nikki slid down to Slash’s ear and whispered low above the pulsating music. As instructed, Slash brought his fingers to the underside of Axl’s knee and tickled lightly with his blunt nails. Axl squeaked jerking backward. In one swoop Axl was hauled onto his back pinned by a heavy weight from a gorgeous shadow. Dark curls fell forward masking Slash’s shaded eyes, but his lips were pulled back against pearl white teeth in a smug giggle of triumph. Gloating, he tightened his grip on the singer’s slender wrists.
“Fuck you, asshole.” Axl howled turning his head at the departing Nikki who extended a finger. Slash grabbed his chin turning it back to the center of his body.
“Look at me babe. Only me.” His mouth pounced teeth extended into a brutal kiss that rendered Axl’s entire body to jelly.
Nikki slipped into the alley behind the carousel room of nightmares. He hurled the empty bottle at the bricks causing pieces of glass and brick to shatter. He began pacing ferociously like a teased tiger in its cage. He had never been so worked up and over what? A rhythm guitarist he had never met, but only looked at it. That’s what he was so frustrated about!
“No Nik, that’s not it.” A throaty voice roared softly from down the alley. A figment of the dark loomed from its perch against the bricks. The figure continued to stare straight-ahead and crossed one stiletto heel in front of the other. “Tommy’s little blow job just didn’t fully cut it for you. You need to get laid.”
“Unless you’re offering Blackie shut the fuck up!” Nikki screamed taking off down the alley. Sharp clicks came fast over the cobblestone as a strong lethal hand grabbed the bassist by the scruff of his neck crushing him into the wall.
“I’m only offering you the truth of what you’re thinking,” the low voice seethed disgustedly into his ear. “Calm yourself sweetheart and maybe you can get in control of your little hunt. Think, where would the little guitar boy have gone?”
“Home with a girl.” Nikki gnashed his teeth as he spoke. Because of his little adventure in Tommyland he had missed him and got a mediocre soft-core porno instead.
“Close,” Blackie considered, slightly amused, a hint of malicious in his tone. “But not quite.” He released the bassist and stepped back through the door to the room of sin again.
“Heyduudes.” Tommy said with a dopey grin as he stumbled forward. Mick caught him by lacing his hands around the drummer’s scrawny torso. He separated his feet to maintain his balance as he held to the giggling bag of bones. “Whasya doin’ out ‘ere?” He lifted a finger pointing to Nikki. “Need me ta.” He hiccupped. “Help…help…help ya again?”
“T-Bone you can barely stand up.” Mick said pushing the drummer against the bricks saving him from one of Nikki’s infamous tirades. The drunken drummer’s head fell to his shoulder with a plastered booze induced smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
“Think I’m going to go have a three way with the two Gunners after Tommy comes to.” Mick said with a cold expression. Nikki said nothing for a while.
“You do that.” Nikki scowled, his mind drifting away into a maelstrom of plans and strategy. Hatred was also swarming in the mix, hatred at himself and Blackie. Mick shrugged, licking a stray drop on the side of his homemade alcohol bottle.
“It’ll be easy, since they all moved into the same house, to have an orgy with them.” Nikki’s eyes shot up glowering curiously at Mick who met his fierce gaze with otherworldly demonic coldness. “How many people do you need to make an orgy anyway? The four of us live together, but that would be a foursome not an orgy. Then again never heard of a fivesome or a sixsome, so I guess that means five or more people is an orgy.”
“Got their address for your six way yet?” Nikki asked with growing heat and pain boiling in his too tight leather pants. He cursed Mick for choosing this time to be an asshole.
“They live about seven blocks from here in the hellhouse.” Nikki scowled, but Mick continued unperturbed. “Hard to miss really. The shack is said to look like a crack house. Quite a few bushes and trees around the lot too.”
Nikki turned on his heel without a care for Mick.
“Nikki.” The bassist turned teeth bared at the thought of being delayed once again. Mick met his gaze calmly. “Have fun tonight.”
The corner of Nikki’s lips twitched up into a ghost of a smile, as his stiletto heels started clicking against the concrete in a swift steady determined chime.
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