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0 Reviews“Um Nik, how did you get them both on?” Nikki frowned confused. “Well you can put one cuff on fine, but how did you get the other?”
Shifting the corvette into park Nikki stepped out onto the desolate street in front of the crumbling dump of a house he had stalked the night before. Dusk had fallen, giving a somber coolness to the world, despite the foreboding crimson and violet swirled clouds that suspended above the four rockers. In this sharp contrast of color and hazed city lights, the house had an idyllic effect to it. Almost reminded Nikki of a house where two young lovers would start a life together in, it almost reminded him of that.
Mick rang the doorbell and a hyper blonde answered.
“Halloween already?” Steven smiled pleasantly. Most of the Crue was fine with the remark. Most.
“Yeah, so you can take that hideous mask off,” Vince tossed his hair back grinning an evil sex smile. Steven kept smiling.
“Well if it keeps you away then I think I’ll keep it on a bit longer.” Steven kept grinning despite the anger flashing in Vince’s eyes.
“Stevie.” Slash slung an arm around the drummer’s neck yanking him back. “I thought I told you to play nice.”
“You’re one to talk.” Steven reprimanded, squirming from the curly haired man’s grip. “You don’t have to listen to you and Axl playing nice at night while you’re trying to sleep.”
Slash pursed his lips in a shit-eating smirk at the blonde who bounced away.
“Can we come in?” Nikki asked gruffly. Slash smiled in return holding the door open for the musicians. “Get blondie and everyone else over here. We need to talk to you guys.”
“Okay. Go sit in there. I’ll find everyone.” Slash said. Izzy was already sitting in the room staring intently at his cigarette with lazed eyes.
The guitarist glanced at Nikki and the rest of the Motleys, but turned his gaze back to the stick between his fingers. His look was just as lackluster as when he had gazed at the bassist. That was all the invitation Nikki needed. Nikki perched atop the armrest of Izzy’s chair.
Looking up, Nikki saw Duff and the Gunner’s drummer coming in from the yard both covered in mud. Damn, Steven got dirty fast, Nikki thought. Duff shot Nikki a threatening look. Nikki smiled to himself. He’s mine not yours bitch, he thought. Nikki loved having someone to oppose him in his hunt.
“So what did you guys want to talk about?” Steven asked, bouncing a foot up and down. He gazed around the room looking a little bored.
“Yeah, well, see we’re going on tour soon and we need an opening act and instead of letting management pick some random group, we wanted to know if you guys wanted the spot.” Vince announced. He grinned as the Gunners all jumped up.
“Bullshit.” Axl hissed. The party died instantly, all eyes focused on the naysayer.
“No bullshit,” Nikki said slowly, his voice low and heavy. He slid his foot closer to Izzy’s leg. He was the only Gunner who hadn’t budged at Vince’s invitation. Nikki didn’t like that too much. He liked reactions, so he rubbed his foot against the guitarist’s jean-clad leg slightly in a teasing stroke, up and down, up and down.
“Why do you want us?” Axl continued to grill them. His steely grey eyes flickered to Nikki every other second. Nikki’s grin was small, but his body was aroused with amusement. “There are tons of other bands.”
“Slash is my friend. We like to drink.” Nikki replied dismissively, hiding his glee with a solemn face.
“We also like watching the two of you get it on.” Vince added smiling wickedly. Axl fumed at the blonde.
“Axl, it’s a paying gig!” Steven whined energetically. “Quit asking questions and being a bitch and just take it.”
“How many times have you used that line on him, Slash?” Tommy asked with a wide impish smile of pearly white teeth. Both bands started laughing, as Axl turned red.
“Naw, man. That’s not the way it is with Axl.” Slash said sweetly putting a hand on Axl’s back rubbing it slightly. The singer’s shoulders relaxed. “All I have to do is pull out my cock and he bends over.” The bands roared with laughter. Axl flared with rage and immediately started cursing out the gleefully euphoric Slash. Slash waved a hand trying to get Axl to stop yelling despite his inability to quit laughing.
“Axl how about you just shut the fuck up.” Izzy said finally halting the red head’s mouth. Nikki cocked his head slightly looking down on his prey then to Axl wondering how he had that kind of power over Axl. The guitarist stood up and slowly walked out of the room. Nikki growled softly, his eyes flashing an evil hue. Tommy instinctively stuck out one of his long stiletto booted legs barring Izzy from entering the kitchen.
“Hold it there skinny.” Izzy arched a bemused eyebrow, but said nothing at the choice of nickname the Crue drummer had given him. “You’re in this band so why don’t you guys vote on it. You know democracy and all that shit. It’s the best thing, right?”
“I vote yes.” Izzy said rolling his head back to look at his band. He stared at Tommy waiting for him to lower his leg, but one silent glare from Nikki and Tommy just shrugged. Izzy chewed on his cigarette for a few minute giving Tommy a relaxed glare of a cobra, majestic and deadly. He didn’t hear a word of his bands mates casting their votes behind him. Nor did he hear Slash vote for Axl before silencing him with a French kiss. Subconsciously Tommy’s leg began to slip down the doorframe until Izzy could effortlessly step over his stiletto boot.
The drummer shot a worried look to Nikki, only to find him grinning wider from ear to ear like a ravenous jackal. His jowls practically salivated at the thought of just how much fight was in this guy. The rhythm guitarist stood up to the Crue and Axl. He wasn’t sure if Izzy was insane or just that strong of a man. Either way, Nikki knew he was in Heaven.
As the rest of the Gunner’s opted a yes vote, the two bands started shooting the shit and talking about the details of the tour. Mick looked at Nikki pointing stoically at Tommy whose eyes had gone wide. Duff had silently slipped into the kitchen. Nikki picked himself up and walked to stand beside Tommy, draping an arm around his shoulders as if he needed something to prop himself up. He listened close, but not to the living room conversation.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Duff asked. He brushed a stray string of hair back from Izzy’s face.
“Yeah, ‘m fine man.” Izzy didn’t move, but also didn’t move into the touch.
“Dude you know you didn’t have to say yes. I would have stuck up for you. You know that.”
“Yeah.” There was a silent pause as those big sad brown eyes bored deeper into Izzy’s harsher brown gems. “What?”
“You’re a lot stronger than I would be about this.” Duff conceded with soft admiration. Izzy shrugged. Duff grabbed his skinny arm, drawing him close. “Just don’t shut down completely. Not again. I can’t stand to see you like that anymore.”
“You worry too much.” Izzy said with a yielding short laugh. Duff smiled slightly.
Even though Nikki couldn’t see the gestures, he took mental notes, the tonality of their voices and the shifts in breathing patterns. He found the exchange to be very interesting.
…
“Fuck yes! Goddamit! Fuck!” Nikki panted fast and heavy, unable to breathe. His body shook and convulsed. Hips snapping up just to slam back down the few inches the cold iron restraints allowed. Blackie pushed in him harder, faster bringing him to the edge and pulling back just before the blissful break. “Gu-ah! Fu-ah, uh!” He groaned in ragged breaths as Blackie flung himself down hard into Nikki’s lifted hips. The bassist thrust his hips meeting Blackie in a fast hard rhythm, shoving himself to the edge, finally breaking over the edge. His body exhaled in a deeply satisfying groan as Blackie’s hips rocked slower, easing him down from the intensity of the fuck.
“You’re leaving?” Nikki asked looking up at the other rock star. The tall man hitched up his black leather pants.
“Don’t you have to be getting on the road soon?” Blackie asked, not pausing in getting dressed.
“Yeah, but like they could really leave without me. I’m the reason Motley fucking Crue exists.” Blackie chuckled.
“Gotta love that immaturity in you.” He pulled Nikki’s cheek as if he were a toddler. Nikki tried to bite. “Ah.” Blackie slapped his cheek and pointed a long slicked finger at him. “Don’t bite the hand that releases you.” His voice was a stern reprimand, but Nikki knew Blackie better. He knew he was getting Blackie worked up.
“What? You don’t think you can get it up again?”
“I know that trick Nik.” Blackie said with a hint of boredom as he fastened his belt. “Try something new. Besides I have Chris now to get my rocks off, if you manage to get me worked up.”
“Well then untie me fucker!”
“Why?” Blackie asked looking at him in pure bewilderment. He finished adjusting his long sleeve leather top and slid over Nikki’s body. Propping himself up on his elbows, he peered down at the spitfire bassist. He bit the bassist’s bottom lip, tugging it just enough to earn a sweet squirm from him. “You look so hot when you’re all tied up.”
“Untie me so I can go on tour.” Nikki smiled sweetly.
“That’s a new one for you. Using my own logic against me.” Blackie cooed deviously, but remained where he was. “So your little guitarist has some sort of secret does he? How are you going to extract that from him?”
“Talking, fucking.” Nikki offered after a minute of contemplation.
“Just remember one thing Nik.” Blackie un-cuffed one of his wrists, but held it down firmly in the same painful position it had been in. He secured the key onto the dog collar around Nikki’s chafed slender throat. His dark eyes glowed almost pure black. “Remember when to let go.”
…
“Nikki! Nikki! Ni-Oh, dude my bad.” Tommy walked in and right back out of the room. A naked and half-asleep Nikki lay stretched out on the bed. His arms were chained to the bedpost on opposite sides of the bed while his legs were pulled tight to the end posts by two red silk scarves.
“Quit screaming T-bone, and get in here!” Tommy reappeared shuffling meekly at the irate voice. He picked up an extra large red dildo. Looking at it then smiling with puckish curiosity.
“You must have had one hell of a party with yourself.”
“Get these fucking things off me, now!” Nikki growled ignoring the mocking. Tommy did as he was told, taking the key from around Nikki’s neck and unlocking the cuffs. The bassist rubbed his wrists and snatched his pants from Tommy’s outstretched hand. “The Gunner’s here?”
“Yeah, just pulled up.” Tommy sat down on the bed drawing his knees into his chest watching as Nikki rose to finish dressing. He looked again at the fallen handcuffs. “Um Nik, how did you get them both on?” Nikki frowned confused. “Well you can put one cuff on fine, but how did you get the other?” The bassist continued with his shirt. “And your legs were bound with scarves.”
“I had a friend over, okay.” Nikki said irritatedly. How long had he been asleep? Didn’t Tommy see Blackie leave? He didn’t want to think about this. All he wanted was his game with his little pet. He fumed with annoyance at Tommy who curled himself tighter rocking slightly on the bed spread.
“So who’s going on what bus?” Tommy ventured carefully and was rewarded with a more pleased Nikki tone of voice.
“You, Vince, Steven, Duff on one bus and Slash, Axl, Mick, me and Izzy on the other.”
“Why are you taking Mick and not me?” Tommy pouted, eyes full and watery like a kicked puppy. Nikki stroked a thumb down the drummer’s chiseled cheekbone.
“Because babe I have to focus on my target. And your sexy ass would be too much of a distraction.” He pinched Tommy’s cheek just like Blackie had done to him. Had he? Only the drummer responded with an impish smirk like a little boy.
Mick rang the doorbell and a hyper blonde answered.
“Halloween already?” Steven smiled pleasantly. Most of the Crue was fine with the remark. Most.
“Yeah, so you can take that hideous mask off,” Vince tossed his hair back grinning an evil sex smile. Steven kept smiling.
“Well if it keeps you away then I think I’ll keep it on a bit longer.” Steven kept grinning despite the anger flashing in Vince’s eyes.
“Stevie.” Slash slung an arm around the drummer’s neck yanking him back. “I thought I told you to play nice.”
“You’re one to talk.” Steven reprimanded, squirming from the curly haired man’s grip. “You don’t have to listen to you and Axl playing nice at night while you’re trying to sleep.”
Slash pursed his lips in a shit-eating smirk at the blonde who bounced away.
“Can we come in?” Nikki asked gruffly. Slash smiled in return holding the door open for the musicians. “Get blondie and everyone else over here. We need to talk to you guys.”
“Okay. Go sit in there. I’ll find everyone.” Slash said. Izzy was already sitting in the room staring intently at his cigarette with lazed eyes.
The guitarist glanced at Nikki and the rest of the Motleys, but turned his gaze back to the stick between his fingers. His look was just as lackluster as when he had gazed at the bassist. That was all the invitation Nikki needed. Nikki perched atop the armrest of Izzy’s chair.
Looking up, Nikki saw Duff and the Gunner’s drummer coming in from the yard both covered in mud. Damn, Steven got dirty fast, Nikki thought. Duff shot Nikki a threatening look. Nikki smiled to himself. He’s mine not yours bitch, he thought. Nikki loved having someone to oppose him in his hunt.
“So what did you guys want to talk about?” Steven asked, bouncing a foot up and down. He gazed around the room looking a little bored.
“Yeah, well, see we’re going on tour soon and we need an opening act and instead of letting management pick some random group, we wanted to know if you guys wanted the spot.” Vince announced. He grinned as the Gunners all jumped up.
“Bullshit.” Axl hissed. The party died instantly, all eyes focused on the naysayer.
“No bullshit,” Nikki said slowly, his voice low and heavy. He slid his foot closer to Izzy’s leg. He was the only Gunner who hadn’t budged at Vince’s invitation. Nikki didn’t like that too much. He liked reactions, so he rubbed his foot against the guitarist’s jean-clad leg slightly in a teasing stroke, up and down, up and down.
“Why do you want us?” Axl continued to grill them. His steely grey eyes flickered to Nikki every other second. Nikki’s grin was small, but his body was aroused with amusement. “There are tons of other bands.”
“Slash is my friend. We like to drink.” Nikki replied dismissively, hiding his glee with a solemn face.
“We also like watching the two of you get it on.” Vince added smiling wickedly. Axl fumed at the blonde.
“Axl, it’s a paying gig!” Steven whined energetically. “Quit asking questions and being a bitch and just take it.”
“How many times have you used that line on him, Slash?” Tommy asked with a wide impish smile of pearly white teeth. Both bands started laughing, as Axl turned red.
“Naw, man. That’s not the way it is with Axl.” Slash said sweetly putting a hand on Axl’s back rubbing it slightly. The singer’s shoulders relaxed. “All I have to do is pull out my cock and he bends over.” The bands roared with laughter. Axl flared with rage and immediately started cursing out the gleefully euphoric Slash. Slash waved a hand trying to get Axl to stop yelling despite his inability to quit laughing.
“Axl how about you just shut the fuck up.” Izzy said finally halting the red head’s mouth. Nikki cocked his head slightly looking down on his prey then to Axl wondering how he had that kind of power over Axl. The guitarist stood up and slowly walked out of the room. Nikki growled softly, his eyes flashing an evil hue. Tommy instinctively stuck out one of his long stiletto booted legs barring Izzy from entering the kitchen.
“Hold it there skinny.” Izzy arched a bemused eyebrow, but said nothing at the choice of nickname the Crue drummer had given him. “You’re in this band so why don’t you guys vote on it. You know democracy and all that shit. It’s the best thing, right?”
“I vote yes.” Izzy said rolling his head back to look at his band. He stared at Tommy waiting for him to lower his leg, but one silent glare from Nikki and Tommy just shrugged. Izzy chewed on his cigarette for a few minute giving Tommy a relaxed glare of a cobra, majestic and deadly. He didn’t hear a word of his bands mates casting their votes behind him. Nor did he hear Slash vote for Axl before silencing him with a French kiss. Subconsciously Tommy’s leg began to slip down the doorframe until Izzy could effortlessly step over his stiletto boot.
The drummer shot a worried look to Nikki, only to find him grinning wider from ear to ear like a ravenous jackal. His jowls practically salivated at the thought of just how much fight was in this guy. The rhythm guitarist stood up to the Crue and Axl. He wasn’t sure if Izzy was insane or just that strong of a man. Either way, Nikki knew he was in Heaven.
As the rest of the Gunner’s opted a yes vote, the two bands started shooting the shit and talking about the details of the tour. Mick looked at Nikki pointing stoically at Tommy whose eyes had gone wide. Duff had silently slipped into the kitchen. Nikki picked himself up and walked to stand beside Tommy, draping an arm around his shoulders as if he needed something to prop himself up. He listened close, but not to the living room conversation.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Duff asked. He brushed a stray string of hair back from Izzy’s face.
“Yeah, ‘m fine man.” Izzy didn’t move, but also didn’t move into the touch.
“Dude you know you didn’t have to say yes. I would have stuck up for you. You know that.”
“Yeah.” There was a silent pause as those big sad brown eyes bored deeper into Izzy’s harsher brown gems. “What?”
“You’re a lot stronger than I would be about this.” Duff conceded with soft admiration. Izzy shrugged. Duff grabbed his skinny arm, drawing him close. “Just don’t shut down completely. Not again. I can’t stand to see you like that anymore.”
“You worry too much.” Izzy said with a yielding short laugh. Duff smiled slightly.
Even though Nikki couldn’t see the gestures, he took mental notes, the tonality of their voices and the shifts in breathing patterns. He found the exchange to be very interesting.
…
“Fuck yes! Goddamit! Fuck!” Nikki panted fast and heavy, unable to breathe. His body shook and convulsed. Hips snapping up just to slam back down the few inches the cold iron restraints allowed. Blackie pushed in him harder, faster bringing him to the edge and pulling back just before the blissful break. “Gu-ah! Fu-ah, uh!” He groaned in ragged breaths as Blackie flung himself down hard into Nikki’s lifted hips. The bassist thrust his hips meeting Blackie in a fast hard rhythm, shoving himself to the edge, finally breaking over the edge. His body exhaled in a deeply satisfying groan as Blackie’s hips rocked slower, easing him down from the intensity of the fuck.
“You’re leaving?” Nikki asked looking up at the other rock star. The tall man hitched up his black leather pants.
“Don’t you have to be getting on the road soon?” Blackie asked, not pausing in getting dressed.
“Yeah, but like they could really leave without me. I’m the reason Motley fucking Crue exists.” Blackie chuckled.
“Gotta love that immaturity in you.” He pulled Nikki’s cheek as if he were a toddler. Nikki tried to bite. “Ah.” Blackie slapped his cheek and pointed a long slicked finger at him. “Don’t bite the hand that releases you.” His voice was a stern reprimand, but Nikki knew Blackie better. He knew he was getting Blackie worked up.
“What? You don’t think you can get it up again?”
“I know that trick Nik.” Blackie said with a hint of boredom as he fastened his belt. “Try something new. Besides I have Chris now to get my rocks off, if you manage to get me worked up.”
“Well then untie me fucker!”
“Why?” Blackie asked looking at him in pure bewilderment. He finished adjusting his long sleeve leather top and slid over Nikki’s body. Propping himself up on his elbows, he peered down at the spitfire bassist. He bit the bassist’s bottom lip, tugging it just enough to earn a sweet squirm from him. “You look so hot when you’re all tied up.”
“Untie me so I can go on tour.” Nikki smiled sweetly.
“That’s a new one for you. Using my own logic against me.” Blackie cooed deviously, but remained where he was. “So your little guitarist has some sort of secret does he? How are you going to extract that from him?”
“Talking, fucking.” Nikki offered after a minute of contemplation.
“Just remember one thing Nik.” Blackie un-cuffed one of his wrists, but held it down firmly in the same painful position it had been in. He secured the key onto the dog collar around Nikki’s chafed slender throat. His dark eyes glowed almost pure black. “Remember when to let go.”
…
“Nikki! Nikki! Ni-Oh, dude my bad.” Tommy walked in and right back out of the room. A naked and half-asleep Nikki lay stretched out on the bed. His arms were chained to the bedpost on opposite sides of the bed while his legs were pulled tight to the end posts by two red silk scarves.
“Quit screaming T-bone, and get in here!” Tommy reappeared shuffling meekly at the irate voice. He picked up an extra large red dildo. Looking at it then smiling with puckish curiosity.
“You must have had one hell of a party with yourself.”
“Get these fucking things off me, now!” Nikki growled ignoring the mocking. Tommy did as he was told, taking the key from around Nikki’s neck and unlocking the cuffs. The bassist rubbed his wrists and snatched his pants from Tommy’s outstretched hand. “The Gunner’s here?”
“Yeah, just pulled up.” Tommy sat down on the bed drawing his knees into his chest watching as Nikki rose to finish dressing. He looked again at the fallen handcuffs. “Um Nik, how did you get them both on?” Nikki frowned confused. “Well you can put one cuff on fine, but how did you get the other?” The bassist continued with his shirt. “And your legs were bound with scarves.”
“I had a friend over, okay.” Nikki said irritatedly. How long had he been asleep? Didn’t Tommy see Blackie leave? He didn’t want to think about this. All he wanted was his game with his little pet. He fumed with annoyance at Tommy who curled himself tighter rocking slightly on the bed spread.
“So who’s going on what bus?” Tommy ventured carefully and was rewarded with a more pleased Nikki tone of voice.
“You, Vince, Steven, Duff on one bus and Slash, Axl, Mick, me and Izzy on the other.”
“Why are you taking Mick and not me?” Tommy pouted, eyes full and watery like a kicked puppy. Nikki stroked a thumb down the drummer’s chiseled cheekbone.
“Because babe I have to focus on my target. And your sexy ass would be too much of a distraction.” He pinched Tommy’s cheek just like Blackie had done to him. Had he? Only the drummer responded with an impish smirk like a little boy.
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