A chilled body drew close to Nikki’s side. Stirring he turned to find a little head of stringy black hair under his nose.
[/I enjoyed watching him sleep and play cards with the Crue and me. His mind is an intricate maze of headstrong power and cunning. He’s definitely fun to toy with, but I like the fact that he’s not going to just accept everything I throw at him…Hopefully he’ll be smart enough to know what he better roll over for…He’ll learn.
[/I remember when I was in the hall talking to Steven and hearing Slash say something about knowing Izzy better than Axl did. I heard the word ‘fuck’ mentioned too. Does that mean Slash and Izzy have fucked? Then again, Slash loves that four letter word. In any case, I think Mick is right about a history between Izzy and Slash. But how does Duff figure in? And is Axl fully blameless? I gotta figure out how to get Izzy to open up. Maybe I need to keep double-teaming him with Tommy. He seems to be comfortable around that guy. Hmm, maybe I should instigate a three-way with those two. Mmmm, shit! Izzy’s jerking around and oh god what the fu…
Izzy jerked upright sending Nikki’s pen flying. His eyes flew wide as he sat up his body, drenched in a thin sheet of sweat. Nikki looked at him with curious alarm. Izzy was panting hard, on the verge of sobbing. His entire wiry frame shook.
“Izzy,” Nikki said as calmly as he could. Izzy nearly jumped off the bed when Nikki put a hand on his shoulder. His voice became hesitant. “What’s wrong?”
Izzy’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the sheets. Stubbed nails dug deep into his palms, drawing tiny drops of blood as he stared distantly into the dim darkness. Without warning, he bolted forward off the bed, but Nikki quickly caught him by the shoulders, pulling him into a backwards hug.
“Izzy, Izzy, sh, sh.” Nikki continued to hold strong to the thrashing guitarist shushing him softly. He caressed his hair, soothingly enjoying that on another level, but fought off those wonderfully threatening thoughts. “Izzy it’s okay. It was a dream nothing more. Come on, you’re okay. Except you’re surrounded by a rival glam band.”
“Sorry,” Izz mumbled. His body drooped gradually into submission. Nikki rubbed his shoulder in a friendly gesture, ending it with a pat.
“Come on, let’s smoke.” He towed the half nude guitarist to the kitchen table. Grabbing his pack and a lighter, he popped two in his mouth, lighting them both before extending one to the red-eyed guitarist.
They smoked in silence for a while, as the rancid lights flashed through the blinds on the windows. They were few and far between, casting the pair of rockers in murky darkness most of the time. Only clandestine outlines of their bodies could be deciphered amongst the bleak surroundings of a cold desolate tour bus. The haunting secrets that lurked in the depths of their souls were shrouded in even deeper, gloomier shades.
“I don’t want to talk about it. If you’re waiting for me to spill my guts out,” Izzy informed Nikki who gave him an angry icy glare that pierced the dim shades of the night.
“I didn’t ask,” Nikki countered, abruptly stubbing out his cigarette. Nikki stood up, glaring down at the guitarist. “I just actually cared enough to make sure you were okay. If you’d rather wallow in whatever happened to you instead of letting people in, then be my guest. But I think you’re a fucking coward. You sing, play and dance around as if you’re immune to the world, but something is eating you. You need something, you know where to find me, but I’m not going to coddle you like your band does.”
Yeah I left him there, diary. Good fucking night!
A chilled body drew close to Nikki’s side. Stirring, he turned to find a little head of stringy black hair under his nose. Nikki inhaled that familiar scent of gin, musk and… Izzy. He sighed tenderly in ecstasy from the primal scent causing the doe eyes of the guitarist to fly open wide.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I-I was cold under the table,” Izzy said remorsefully. Nikki gave him a cute half smirk as he draped an arm around the smaller man’s shoulders, pulling him further into his body and under the blankets.
“S’okay. Feeling better?”
“I won’t attack you in your sleep if that’s what you mean.”
“Not exactly, but I’m glad to hear it.” Nikki’s eyes flashed with a smile as he rubbed the guitarist’s shoulder.
They were silent for a while before Izzy broke it.
“I never did answer your last question in our game,” Izzy said.
“No you didn’t.” Nikki agreed impartially.
“You asked what hold I had over Axl that Slash doesn’t.”
“That seems right.”
“It’s…well, it’s really simple. Axl thinks he owes me for some shit that happened a while ago. We’ve been friends for a long time and since we moved out to L.A., we kind of felt a responsibility to be there for each other. He wasn’t there for me one time and I don’t think he’s ever forgiven himself for that. He kinda wasn’t there for me several times.” Izzy voice was weak but Nikki caught all of it. The wheels in his head began turning, seeking to piece together the tapestry of Izzy’s past.
“Have you forgiven him?” Nikki asked after a short pause.
“I don’t hold him accountable for what happened,” Izzy said defensively.
“But do you hold it against someone he cares about, which in turn would affect your relationship?”
“Fuck you,” Izzy snarled softly as he moved to leave the bed.
“If you want,” Nikki said objectively, but Izzy felt the invitation and he froze. Feeling disarmed, he turned to look into those coal black eyes that blazed as the streetlight flashed in sharp cuts across his face through the blinds. Balancing on one arm, he hovered halfway across Nikki’s chest, looking down at the bassist searching for something. Something even Izzy didn’t know he was looking for. He didn’t know if he found it.
Nikki cupped the side of Izzy’s face with one hand, brushing his thumb against the slightly chilled cheek, as he tugged the guitarist’s chin down closer to him with his strong fingers. The gesture was met with little resistance, just mild trepidation. Any uncertainty was soon lost as their lips melted together. It was soft and sweet at first, but Izzy eagerly nipped harder. Nikki complied, until both parted their lips and clever tongues began to duel each other for dominance.
Izzy sucked Nikki’s tongue, as Nikki folded the arm the guitarist had been supporting himself with under the nape of his neck, pinning it with his head. Izzy’s body fell willingly onto Nikki’s bare chest. They moaned softly as their skin met. Each swallowed the other’s rumblings of pleasure as they continued their explorations. Long bassist fingers began running through the black mane, fisting slightly. A lone calloused finger returned the favor by massaging Nikki’s earlobe, causing his entire body to vibrate.
“Like that, don’t you?” Izzy asked coyly, breaking from the kiss. He sneered good-naturedly as he repeated the words Nikki had spoken to him back in the dark room. Nikki fisted Izzy’s hair, tugging harder earning a shocked squeak of pain.
“Shut up. You’re killing the mood,” Nikki hissed as their mouths dissolved together again.