Bringing the warm bloody shirt to his nose and lips he inhaled Izzy’s scent. That would satisfy him for only so long.
[/Vince told me I need to bed Izzy stat. Apparently Duff spent the entire bus trip in an angry brooding state that even the two rambunctious, grinning drummers couldn’t pull him out of. I think T-bone offered to blow him. Vince could be lying on that. I don’t know.
[/I do know Vince isn’t lying about the fact I need to screw Izzy long, hard and painful tonight. The second we got off the bus, Duff became Izzy’s self-appointed stalker. He hasn’t left the guitarist’s side. Not even on stage, which that’s where they are now, performing. He’s sticking so close to him. I need to turn Izzy onto me now. He’s mine and I need to claim him. But after I turn everyone on during the show. Gotta go make some dough.
“What ya doing tonight Sixx?” Tommy asked toweling off his lean torso as the Crue primped themselves up for the after parties.
“Tommy you know who Nikki’s gonna be doing tonight.” Vince asked fluffing his hair while starring at his reflection. “So how are you going to do it?”
“”He’ll be happy that the beds on the bus are comfortable.” Nikki replied distantly. His mind churned viciously. Vince chuckled capping his lipstick.
“Need help getting past tall dark and blonde?”
“I’ll signal.” Nikki said with a wry smile as he sauntered out of the dressing room down the hall to where the Gunners were gathered ready for a night out. He hid behind a rack of clothes, eavesdropping on the conversation.
“Hey, come on fuckers.” Slash said smiling. “Let’s go out.”
“We should try those clubs over in the Alley.” Axl said around a cigarette.
“Yeah. I need some good liquor!” Steven announced a little too loudly bouncing up and down.
“How about you?” Axl turned to Izzy.
“I’m gonna stay in.” Izzy announced flicking his cigarette ashes to the side.
“You want company?” Duff looked at him.
“Naw man. I’ll be fine.” Duff glared at him. “Duff would you just go? I know you want vodka and you need a good lay. I’m not a bottle and I’m not a chick so just go have some fun.”
“Izz, please don’t…”
“I didn’t get much sleep on the bus from Romeo and Juliet’s little tiff, so I’m just going to watch TV and sleep. Besides, the roadies and the Crue are going out too, so quit fussing over me like I’m a fragile little girl.”
“You’re coming whether you like it or not.” Duff said loudly as he picked the guitarist up. Swinging him over a shoulder he took the lead out the door. Izzy mumbled something about being able to walk and tried to wiggle free. Duff slapped his ass readjusting his hold. The rest of the band followed Duff laughing at Izzy being carried but also happy their guitarist was going out with them.
Nikki was livid.
The club was thick with desire. A guttural damp sexual atmosphere hung deathly in the air as the putrid humidity enwrapped the partiers in a sticky hot embrace. Despite familiar scents and sensations to be rid of one’s clothes, it was unlike the Motley’s heated den of sin joint back on the strip, but this was tour life and since everyone was hammered it was safe to say no one cared. The Gunner lovebirds were hanging on each other, but not dry humping yet. Guess their feud was short, but not without consequences. Maybe Axl really did turn Slash down for sex, Nikki thought. Who would really turn that curly haired poodle down? Well, Nikki did, didn’t he? The rest of the bands fanned out to find some spicy little bedtime friends.
Duff was keeping watchful eyes on Izzy. He wasn’t hovering over him as much as he had been, but his presence was well known except for the guitarist who flashed his sexy grin to anything that caught his attention. He seemed like a lion tonight out on the prowl and yet there was unhurriedness to him. Nikki began to itch at the guy’s confidence that whomever the guitarist’s target would be he would obtain him.
Tommy was kept close to Nikki’s side to take some of the tension off of him. As much as he loved blondes starring at him it proved to be a drag after a while. When Izzy had girls or the occasional boy surrounding him, Nikki seethed until Izzy would finally brush them off and find another lookout point.
Wet dreamy brown eyes flickered in his direction. The thin red lips parted slightly as if he were gasping. Nikki probably would have cum, if not for Tommy grabbing hold of the bassist’s waist to snuggle deep into his leather side. He planted a soft kiss to Nikki’s temple.
“Dude he totally fucking wants you.” Tommy whispered. Nikki remained motionless until he sensed Duff starring at them. Perfect. Nikki purred, lacing his arms around Nikki’s neck tugging him closer to his mouth.
“Then let’s give him a show.” Nikki murmured licking Tommy’s ear. Tommy whimpered with delight as Nikki’s fingers drew random patterns up the drummer’s bare back. They swayed slightly as Nikki kept up the nibbling at Tommy’s jaw. He licked his nose and chin almost playfully before biting the drummer’s mouth, the kiss brutal.
“Dude.” Tommy said breaking the kiss. “Tall, dark and blonde disappeared.”
Nikki’s eyes glanced around with swift subtle movements. He was gone. Izzy wasn’t. He was alone sprawled out on a leather sofa. His legs were spread wide nonchalantly with a cigarette dangling from his long calloused fingers. His demoness umber eyes starred straight at Nikki and Tommy. His body was flaccid, but his eyes were a firestorm of sneering sexual lust.
Nikki took off straight for Izzy. The guitarist put up little if any resistance when a hand encircled his thin wrist yanking him off his couch. Towing him through the never-ending throng of people. Izzy stumbled several times almost getting separated from his abductor. With glares to the people surrounding them Nikki yanked Izzy into the crook of his arm intertwining the smaller man’s fingers together around his chest before taking off again. Instinctively the guitarist clung tighter causing a warm smile to spread across Nikki’s face as the two ambled easily out the door into a long hallway with a low ceiling.
He opened another door and shoved the brunette through. Locking it securely he turned back to a quizzical, but still sexy looking Izzy. His eyes were mildly glassy looking behind the half drooped lids. Yet the glint of some primitive heat burned in those darkening chocolate irises as he smirked softly.
Taking that as his invitation, Nikki pounced on the guitarist, bending him backwards as if they were dancing and he was going to dip him. The supple firm pale skin of Izzy’s chest felt good and hot on Nikki’s leather shirt. Smiling, Nikki descended onto that luminous long neck he had fantasized about. He licked it slowly enjoying the sweet and salty taste of Izzy and gin. His teeth began to poke out between his lips, taking sharp nips. The guitarist groaned arching up into Nikki’s tall frame. His hands shakily attempted to grab Nikki’s shoulders, but failed and instead pawed at the bassist’s leathered chest. Nikki kind of liked the petting and smirked against the porcelain skin.
Izzy craned his head back farther granting even more room to explore. Nikki took every inch the sexy thing gave him. Biting and licking up under his chin around his jaw. His hands drew up into that messy range of wild hair, running through it. Grabbing the dirty chestnut tresses, he yanked, earning him a soft whimper. He continued teasing as he slid his tongue over Izzy’s ear, causing the guitarist to shudder and stomp a foot from the contact.
Smirking, Nikki caught the thigh of the pawing leg and pulled it up, securing it around his waist. He pressed into the V of Izzy’s legs grinding softly. Izzy rose and arched with the gently aggressive rhythm Nikki set.
“Mmph!” Izzy squeaked into Nikki’s mouth as both his mouth and groin were molested. His eyes locked onto coal black orbs causing a shudder to visibly jolt through his entire body.
“Like that, don’t you.” Nikki purred into his ear setting off another tremor. His dexterous fingers slid down, cupping Izzy’s ass and lifting him up to nestle him onto his lap. Izzy growled as those hands kneaded his cheeks in earnest. A stray finger slid around the waistband at the back of his jeans, just to tease. Nikki planned to take his time.
“Fucking bitch,” Izzy hissed between clenched teeth. His hands shot out fisting in Nikki’s teased hair yanking it back hard and fast. Nikki subconsciously opened his mouth and Izzy’s tongue slid right in. His talented tongue tickled and slithered artfully through his entire mouth.
Nikki’s hands faltered at the sudden shock of pleasure that boiled low in his belly. Izzy was the first partner he had who was aggressive. He was kind of turned on by that. For once he didn’t have to give a road map as to how to please him. But he couldn’t let Izzy have full control - he was the conquest, not Nikki.
He went to bite, but Izzy recoiled his tongue, leaning back, beaming a sexy show of pearly white teeth. He was taunting him, Nikki realized with subtle sex induced anger. Nikki grasped his throat tossing him to the floor onto all fours. Izzy moaned from pleasure, pain? Nikki didn’t know. Nikki didn’t care.
“Think you’re clever, little boy?” He grabbed the waistband of Izzy’s jeans hauling him onto all fours. He tugged them down just enough to see the crack of his ass. Folding himself over Izzy’s backside whispering low in a primal growl against the nape of his neck. “Think you’re in charge?”
“Got you on top of me, didn’t I?” Izzy’s voice wasn’t his normal sarcastic drawl. It was a triumphant tease. Nikki’s coal eyes burned red hot. He slapped Izzy’s pale ass hard causing the other man to cry out. He pulled him by the hair forcing him to arch his back painfully, head falling back onto Nikki’s shoulder.
“I’m nobody’s bitch, sweetheart.” He slipped his hand around Izzy’s lithe torso burying itself inside Izzy’s white shirt stroking his firm belly with sharp nails, leaving tiny angry red lines over the creamy skin. He twisted a nipple hard, but Izzy held in his cry giving over to painfully hot quivers that shook through his entire body. “And don’t ever think you’ll get the upper hand on me. You’re mine. I own you. Your only purpose is to submit to me and only me.”
Izzy fell limp suddenly in Nikki’s arm. I thought he was supposed to be a challenge, Nikki wondered baffled. Izzy came alive in an instant like a demon possessed. He twisted onto his back bringing up a fist he slammed into Nikki’s nose knocking the bassists backward. Izzy fell flat onto his back but recovered quickly, kicking Nikki low in the gut. Stumbling back with a grunt, Nikki moaned from the pain.
Blood trickled from Nikki’s nose, running into his mouth. He just licked it up like a cat lapping at milk and grinned a red stained smile.
“Think you’re so tough, little bitch? I ain’t afraid of a little blood.” He grabbed Izzy’s shirt collar, but the agile guitarist slid out of his shirt and sent another blow to the side of Nikki’s head. Nikki was beside himself. On one hand he reveled in how much fight his prey had and yet he was growing more and more infuriated and impatient.
“I’m not your fucking bitch!” Izzy hissed loudly. “Don’t you ever touch me again Ssl-shole!” His voice trailed and his eyes flew wide in fright.
Before Nikki could question what scared his prey further, Vince and Tommy burst through the locked door. Nikki was sprawled out in a tawdry fashion bleeding with a fierce and shaking Izzy over him.
“Asshole!” Vince yelled, punching Izzy right in his jaw. Nikki’s eyes narrowed. That was his job. “Where do you get off punching my bassist? You miserable piece of shit guitar playing fuck!”
Izzy recoiled into himself backing into the wall, but Vince advanced readying to pummel him again.
“Leave him alone, blondie!” A voice commanded before Nikki could say anything. The tall blonde bassist growled from the doorway. He held a gaping Tommy in a headlock choking him.
“Leave T-bone out of this, fucker.” Vince hissed.
“I’ll trade you. My guitarist for your drummer.” Duff said tightening his hold on Tommy who was starting to turn blue. Vince lunged forward out of sheer primitive instinct. Duff gave a sharp kick to Tommy’s lower back pushing the half suffocated drummer into the singer. He grabbed Izzy and fled with him.
I still have his shirt, Nikki thought looking down at the now bloodied white rag in his hand. Inside he writhed with anger. Bringing the warm bloody shirt to his nose and lips, he inhaled Izzy’s scent. That would satisfy him for only so long.