Axl walked over to the door, grabbing the handle and he opened the door. But then he stopped,” You always hurt the one you love.”...
The more it makes me wanna come back to you
You say you hate me, I just love you more
You don't want me, I just want you more'
- Eminem – Love You More
“Get away from me, Slash!”
Axl found himself slammed against the big, black wooden door behind him. The music from the club on the other side of the door, made the door rumble and it sent shivers down his spine. Slash gave him a smug smile and pressed against the shorter man. Axl gasped as cold, callused fingers ran down his side, resting on his hips. His drunken brown eyes met green.
“A-All I want is one kiss.” Slash slurred,”Just one last kiss.”
Axl shook his head, removing his eyes from his ex-boyfriend's, sad brown ones. His sad, innocent eyes that he saw tears fall from 2 weeks before. They weren't bright any more, they had no energy. Slash leant down and made an attempt to press his lips against Axl's but the singer turned his head, Slash only managing to catch the side of his jawline.
“No. Now let me out.” His cheek pressed against the cold wood of the door. He could see that Slash hadn't heard him, he was too occupied with planting kisses on his cheek and jawline then to the side of his mouth. Then his hands left his hips and cupped his ass, pressing their crotches together. Axl couldn't help but let out a low groan and Slash chuckled.
“Slash stop. It's over. You have to move on.” He mumbled and he heard Slash making a protesting noise when Axl shoved his body away from his. But Slash was persistent, he grabbed the redheads shoulders and pressed him back against the door. Axl made a pained noise as his body crushed against the strong door.
“I know you want me. You cannot deny that. We belong together. You said so yourself.” Slash whispered lowly, reassuring himself more than he was talking to Axl. He needed Axl to want him, if he didn't have that, he didn't have anything,”Y-You love me!”
Axl's fingers fisted in Slash's hair and he drew the guitarist's head back, smirking when he heard a pleasurable hiss come from the taller man. He took a second to take in the beautiful sight before he crushed his lips to Slash's, biting his full bottom lip until he gained entry. Tongues fought but as always Axl won.
He felt Slash's fingers grip his chin to try and bring his mouth back to his. But Axl won again, his lips grazing his chin, kissing his fingers before he ran them down to his neck. Axl sucked and bit Slash until he heard him beg for more. Running his mouth to his ear, Axl nuzzled the space with his nose.
“Your a good fuck but I don't love you.” Axl growled into Slash's ear. Hand froze on his arms and Slash slowly pulled away, his face close to Axl's. Axl's heart broke when he saw tears gather up in Slash's eyes, like a child would if their favourite pet died.
“B-But you said that you loved me. You told me and you promised that you weren't lying.” Slash's voice broke and he shook his head, backing away from the singer, pacing the bathroom,”You whispered it into my ear before we fell asleep. You screamed it before you climaxed. You love me.....”He trailed off, angrily wiping his tears away.
Axl stepped closer to the sobbing guitarist and he tried to console him but Slash's hand met his jaw, causing Axl to fly back against the tile wall. He fell down to the ground, wiping the blood away from his bleeding lip,” You fucker!”
Axl flew up from the ground, tackling the brunette to the ground. Slash huffed when his back made contact with the ground. Axl straddled him, his fists making contact with his face, punching him over and over until Slash flipped them over, his back-handing him across the face.
“I'm the fucker? You lied to me, told me everything I wanted, craved to head until you got what you wanted from me!” Slash punched Axl again, causing the singer's head to snap to the side.”You used me to keep your bed warm until you found someone else, you bastard!”
Slash breathed slowly, looking down at Axl who was panting, his face almost as red as his hair. Axl looked up at Slash, watching as blood fell to the ground beside them. Their eyes locked, fire with water. Brown with green. Axl groaned beneath him.
“Why? I did everything for you. I love you more than life itself and you used that to your advantage, while at the same time you were fucking him!” He spat, spitting out blood beside him onto the floor.
Axl's gaze travelled to Slash's face again, watching in wonder as blood mixed with blood and he moved so that he was back on top of Slash. Axl's bruised knuckles caressed Slash's cheek before he leaned down, licking away some of the blood away from his caramel coloured skin.
He felt Slash buck against him, and he kissed a path of blood-filled kisses to his lips, meeting his mouth,”Mmmmm,” Slash heard Axl hum against his lips just before his mouth closed over his. They hissed in unison as their cut, bruised lips fought roughly.
Slash's head tipped back, smashing against the tile of the bloody floor. He let out a low growl when Axl ripped open his black button-up shirt, scratching his nails down his chest. This caused a bloody path on the way.
“You want it, Slash?” Axl panted from above him, teasing his belt opening and he moved against him, taunting Slash's bloody body.
Slash's eyes opened, staring at the redhead above him, his hand coming up to cup his jaw but was slapped away. Axl could see that his lips were forming the three words that he did not want to hear.
“Nu-huh,” Axl tutted,”Not until I get what I want.” He leaned down until he was inches from his lovers face. He gave Slash a mocking smile before he sat up again.
”You know the rules, Slasher.”
Slash closed his eyes again, his hips moving back against Axl. Pleasure shot through his body like electric and he felt like he was floating. He turned his head, cheek connecting with a small pool of blood and sweat next to his head. The coldness of the tile, caused his body to warm a little.
Suddenly he felt fingers around his throat and forces his face to meet Axl's,” Tell me.” Axl demanded, eyes flashing with annoyance but there was still traces of lust in them. He couldn't see the love that he used to see in his green eyes.
Right then Slash knew that Axl had lied. Lied about loving him. Slash was right. Axl lied just to have someone to keep his bed warm, to have someone wrapped around his little finger.
“Fuck you!” Slash mumbled, trying to hiss but the fingers tightened.
Axl could see the angry tears and removed his fingers from his neck. Axl smiled, he had crushed him. He had managed to shatter Slash until the point where he could control him, to the point where Slash didn't know his own mind.
Axl gave himself a pat on the back; Slash belonged to him now.
“Why do you do this?” Slash croaked out, his breathing slowly coming back to normal. Axl looked at him for a few seconds before he stood up, wiping his hands off on his jeans. Slash lay on the floor, his body worn out, he could only look up at the man that was looking down at him.
Axl sat on his knees down beside Slash and his hand came out. Slash thought that he was going to wipe away the blood that was dripping from his jawline. But his fingers curled around the pendent that was around his neck. The fingers ripped off the necklace, the pain causing Slash to hiss.
It was the necklace Axl had given him for his birthday a few months ago. The necklace that gave Slash comfort after Axl had left him for that bastard. Axl stood up and walked over to the sink, rinsing the necklace before he tucked it into the pocket of his jeans, before he washed his hands.
Axl walked over to the door, grabbing the handle and he opened the door. But then he stopped,” You always hurt the one you love.” Axl answered before he left.
Slash lay for a few minutes before he managed to crawl over to the sinks and he had to hold onto the marble, grabbing it and he slowly stood himself up. He looked into the mirror and his lip quivered as he saw what Axl did to him.
He was going to have a black eye, his face was cut from Axl's nails. His lips were split and his cheeks were bruised. But it was the blood. There was blood on the floor and was stained to his face. Axl only had a black eye since Slash hated hurting him.
His hand touched his neck and he saw bruises forming there and scratches from where Axl had ripped off the chain. Slash collapsed to the floor, hugging his knees to his chest. His had fell onto his knees as he sobbed quietly. His body hurt, he was exhausted.
You always hurt the one you love.