The bassist tried to pull back, but Izzy held strong looping his legs around the slim waist pulling harder yet.
Floods of hot memories penetrated his mind, drawing out a serene cruel smirk as he remembered Nikki. The groping, the spanking, the heat, the bump, the grind, the, oh Izzy groaned, his stomach fluctuating in heat. His cock twitched at the memories. The bassist propped his chin on Izzy’s chest, smirking at the sex-flushed guitarist.
“Just can’t get enough of me, eh sweetheart?” Nikki grinned as he tugged a nipple with his teeth. Izzy moaned quietly, pawing at Nikki’s neck, scratching his collarbone as he gasped.
“Too bad we made it to the next stop. You have to get back to your second rate band.” The bassist pushed himself back, sliding off the bed and onto his feet. He began a fruitless search for his pants.
“Jealous that Duff can play bass better than you?” Izzy yawned rubbing his chest as he sat up.
“The fuck you say?” Nikki’s eyes flared demonically, his posture rigid.
“It’s true man,” Izzy responded unwaveringly. “Ever heard the bass line to Rocket Queen? He wrote that. It’s damn hot.”
“Ever hear any Crue songs? I wrote them,” Nikki spat back. Izzy rolled his head lazily to the side, glancing from the corner of his eye at Nikki undaunted.
“They don’t make me hot.”
“They were enough to get you into my bed.” Nikki abandoned the search for his pants and crossed over to the bed. He slapped Izzy across the mouth before mounting his lower abdomen. Their faces were inches away from each other’s. “So you fancy tall, dark and blonde do you?”
“We’re not together.”
“I didn’t ask that, asshole.” Nikki pushed Izzy into the bed harder. “I asked if you liked him.” Izzy’s mouth slackened, but no words were spoken. “You fucked him didn’t you?”
“No, not fucked in the biblical sense,” Izzy responded blandly. Reaching up, he grabbed Nikki’s hair, tugging him down, claiming his mouth. The bassist tried to pull back, but Izzy held strong, looping his legs around his slim waist, pulling harder yet.
Nikki growled deep in his throat as he tried to wrench himself away, but the crafty guitarist hung tight as his hips undulated. The bassist groaned as he felt the friction on his naked crotch. Giving a feral moan, he bit Izzy’s neck hard. Izzy cried out in exquisite pain but still held fast as Nikki thrust against his bare belly. The agonizing rough rhythm overpowered their senses, soon becoming the untamable desire grunts of animals as each fought for their release.
“Fucking, prick tease,” Nikki hissed against Izzy’s erect nipple giving it a sensual lick. The guitarist arched his back on pure instinct.
“You didn’t have to give in,” Izzy chided.
“Nikki! Hey, man, we’re here! And there are some Gunners here demanding Juliet back,” Vince yelled through the door. Nikki glared at the door as if Vince was standing right in front of him.
“Well, blondie awaits.” Nikki didn’t move.
“What makes you think it’s him?”
“Who else would barge over here this early in the morning to retrieve you?”
“You mean you wouldn’t, Romeo?” Izzy’s eyes were unreadable, but the tiny tip of his tongue slipped over his lips for a second. Nikki ignored it, slinking off of the guitarist, stumbling into his newly found pants.
“You’d have to break it off with Tybalt, first,” he said definitively.
“Juliet was never attracted to Tybalt.”
“That’s because Romeo killed him.” Nikki threatened, causing Izzy to pause. The bassist smirked.
“We’re coming, Vince. Shut the hell up!” Nikki shouted, pounding on the door louder and harder than the blonde had. He turned back to the bed only to find it empty. The guitarist’s cum stained clothes and a lit cigarette lay where the guitarist had been.
“Fucking lunatic!” Nikki grabbed the cigarette before the fabric caught on fire. He licked it before sticking it in his mouth. It tasted like Izzy. A mild breeze caressed his skin. The window was open. Nikki’s lips drew up into a half smile. “Fucking lunatic.” He mused as he lazily hitched up his leather pants that had slid down his slender hips, moving to the door.
“Hey, man.” A half asleep curly haired guitarist moaned.
“What’s up, kid?” Nikki asked nonchalantly. Well, I got the dark part right, he thought.
“We came to see if Izzy was in here.” Slash leaned against the wall, sleep threatening to overtake him the second his guard was down.
“Hmm, mm…” Nikki mused casually looking over his shoulder into his room. “…Nope no one in there.”
“Where the fuck is he?” Axl screamed, shoving past Nikki into the room.
“Have to scream that loud?” Nikki asked dully, rubbing his head.
“Axl, you said you’d let me do the talking.” Slash whined, slowly becoming more awake.
“The hell?” Axl held up Izzy’s damp clothes, immediately dropping them once he figured out why they were damp. “You fucked him and then you kicked him out naked?”
“He left me a present to remember him by.” Nikki chuckled softly.
“Asshole!” Duff screamed, driving a sucker punch to the other bassist’s ribs. Slash immediately put himself between the two bassists. The rest of the Crue looked ready for the inevitable fight. Even Mick looked ready to take someone on, but he always had a threatening look to him.
“Damn, fuckers can’t, you ever fucking talk things out?” Slash whined. Nikki lurched to his feet, tackling the blonde bassist. Tommy flung himself onto Duff’s back, but Axl quickly yanked the lanky drummer off by his hair. Vince went to Tommy’s aid first. Mick opted to join Slash in the attempt to pull their respective band mates apart. Failing miserably, the roadies, managers and bodyguards flooded into the bus, each grabbing and pushing the uncivilized men apart.
“Leave Izzy the hell alone, asshole!” Duff groaned low threateningly as he and Nikki snarled into each other’s face. The blonde was on his back pinned at the shoulders by Nikki, but his hands were tight around the brunette’s throat.
“He doesn’t seem to want to leave me alone.” Nikki snarled back, pushing Duff harder into the unyielding floor.
“You don’t love him! You’ll never love him!” Duff seethed under Nikki’s immense weight.
“And I suppose you want to play hero, don’t you blondie? He doesn’t want a hero. He wants a good fuck, which means…” Nikki’s voice dropped lower as his lips curled back from his sharp teeth to whisper into Duff’s ear. “He. Doesn’t. Want. You.”
Before Duff could retaliate, the bassists were ripped apart.
Izzy slid stealthily into the other bus’s window. He settled his naked body onto the couch beside a sleeping Steven. The tiny blonde peered up a delicate frown creasing his brow.
“Izzy? I thought you were on the Motley bus.”
“Where is everyone?” Steven blinked looking around the all too peaceful bus.
“On the Motley bus, I guess.”
“Motley’s? Bus? Izzy, they went to the Crue’s bus to look for you.” Izzy shrugged and Steven sighed. “Godamit Izzy. Do you ever think that maybe you’re the reason everyone acts like a first class asshole?”
“How so?” Izzy replied.
“You won’t forgive Slash, you treat Duff like dirt and I don’t know what mind games you play with Axl, but there are days he doesn’t even want Slash to touch him anymore.”
“Seems like you’re leaving yourself out of my diabolical fictitious scheme,” Izzy observed, his dark eyes trailing over the blonde.
“I’m just trying not to think about the fact you’re completely naked, sitting next to me on the couch,” Steven replied.
“Is that all you’re thinking about, Stevie?”
“Izzy, what the hell do you see in that Sixx guy anyway? Does he remind you of Slash - is that it?”
“Fuck off, Steven.”
“Is he good at sex? You know Slash told me you taught him all the stuff he knows about guy sex. Is that it? You always wanted to fuck Axl, but you knew you never could and now you’re jealous that…”
Izzy landed a hard fist into the blonde’s jaw, sending him backwards over the couch.
“Go back to sleep, you god damn junkie,” Izzy hissed walking away.
“Izzy, you’re okay!” Axl shouted before launching himself into a suffocating hug.
“Sorry we didn’t bring you your pants back.” Slash added mildly as Duff came in behind him slowly. He had a black eye and a peculiar look on his face.
“They were a gift for someone.” Izzy shrugged as he started to walk away, but Axl caught him.
“Izzy, what the hell did they do to you?” Axl demanded, his voice fierce.
“Nothing, Ax. I fell asleep on the wrong bus and they left me alone. I just like to sleep naked lately,” Izzy said as he pulled away quickly. “Slash, why don’t you have some play time with your baby?”
Slash’s shades almost fell off his nose from the shock. He hadn’t been addressed so directly by Izzy in a long time and never concerning his relationship with Axl. Izzy turned away baring a phantom smile. Soft booted feet padded after him.
He went through the pile of clothes on the floor, testing each garment before settling on torn up jeans and a cotton vest that didn’t smell as bad as the rest. He slid the clothes over his skinny frame, fully aware of his audience.
“You going to keep staring at me or do you want something?”
“You don’t talk to me anymore,” Duff said. He was hurt. “Ever since we got on this tour, you run off to play with that Crue bassist and you ignore your own. I have to hear about your life from Steven.”
“Steven has a big mouth doesn’t he?” Izzy replied dismissively.
“Izzy. I was…” Duff said but his voice fell dead. “I was worried about you. We all were. We didn’t know what happened to you.”
“I’m fine, Duff,” Izzy said turning to face him. Duff placed a strong hand on his shoulder. He froze when he saw the cruel azure purple color that darkened with each passing minute. It looked painful.
“If you were fine, you wouldn’t need Nikki Sixx.”
“Who would I need, Duff?” Izzy challenged. Duff just stared for a few minutes. His soft chocolate eyes melting into Izzy’s hardened brown gems.
“I miss you, Izzy.” Duff let him go, walking away sadly.
Izzy watched him go, biting his lip.