"His hands run over my body but I don't see the blonde I’m making out with....I see green eyes mocking me."
His fingers tangle in my hair and I wish it was him.
His hands run over my body but I don't see the blonde I’m making out with....I see green eyes mocking me.
“I told you, Slash. You can try over and over to enjoy it but you wont feel the same passion you do with him like you do with me.”
I glare at him in my mind and just to spite the fictional voice and person in my head. I meet Duff's tongue with mine and grab his ass, bringing his crotch closer to mine and a softly grind myself against him. He moaned, taken back by the contact and he instantly responded,”S-Slash....”
In my head, I flip off the smirking singer.
“You cannot pretend forever, Slash. One day you will wake up and realize that you will never be able to change reality.”
I tried to ignore the voice. I walked Duff toward the bed behind him and push him down. I kept my eyes closed but I could hear the guitarists heavy breathing as I climbed on top of him. I rub my nose against his before I allowed him to kiss me again, my hands grabbed his hands that were around my neck and I pin them above his head.
“You can't get rid of me, baby. I'll always be here until you come back to Earth. You will never get me out of your head until you come to terms with that.”
Duff moaned loudly and I put pressure on my knee that was between his legs, rubbing back and forth, giving him the pleasure that he'd been wishing for God knows how long,”Please,” Duff mumbled.
“You treated me like shit and you still expect me to come back to you? Are you insane?”
Duff's fingers grasped my t-shirt and he pulled me down, his lips meeting mine again. I tried to lose myself in the kiss, like I used to with Axl. But there was no spark, there was no fire. I rubbed against his leg as my other knee kept on moving. His gasps turned into small mewls, like a kitten. It made me horny but it didn't make me lose control.
“We treated each other like shit. Not just me and you know that. I left to sort myself out and come back to see you with him. How do you think I feel?”
Slash shook but he kept on moving with Duff, his lips falling back onto the bassist's. He tried to shove Axl out of his mind but the fucker was not moving. It's in your mind you fucking idiot.
“You left me, not the other way around. We got into to bed one night, just like normal and when I wake up, you are gone. No phone call or note. Nothing. I tried to find out from Izzy, but he wouldn't tell me where you where. I went fucking crazy!”
He bit Duff's lip and the blonde moaned again, his fingers digging into Slash's arm. Duff started screaming, his movements becoming rougher as his voice rose. Slash rubbed harder, determined to get some distraction. He needed to be free of his mind, he needed this. He desperately needed to forget.
“He will never replace me, Saul. You know that. Until you can admit it to yourself, you know where to find me,”
The second the voice left his head, Duff's eyes rolled to the back of his head and his fingers dug deep into Slash's arm as he climaxed. “S-Slash!...f-f-fuckk!!....” He screamed, panting heavily until he collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving. Slash lay beside Duff, hand caressing the blonds thigh to help him calm down. Duff buried his face in Slash's neck, his breathing tickling Slash's ear slightly as he slowly but surely fell asleep.
“Axl? Talk to me?” Slash mentally slapped himself, remembering that he wasn't the real Axl, I'm going fucking crazy.
I can't stand the thought of him with someone else. Some other person kissing Slash, playing with Slash's hair and also making Slash laugh. It made Axl sick to his stomach, he couldn't sleep because he was always thinking about what Slash was doing. Was he with someone else? If he was, it wouldn't be for long, Slash could have his little flings but a relationship was out of the question.
Axl knew that he wasn't an easy person to be with. He had mood swings very often if he was stressed and sometimes it would get violent. Slash was always confused about why Axl had these mood swings but he would always be at Axl's beck and call. He would calm Axl down and stroke his hair, he always took care of his boyfriend. Axl couldn't find that anywhere else or with anyone else. He wouldn't be able to feel that security with anyone else but Slash.
They needed each other. They couldn't be without one another and it was hard to think of the other with someone else. It was hate, love, lust and anger all rolled into one. They were dangerous, they were obsessive and that bond was impossible to break. That was the definition of their relationship, they couldn't be apart for a long time.
Their relationship was good. They had their fights, sometimes more than normal but it was good for them. Axl was opening up to him but he was keeping himself secure. The redhead needed Slash's support and he got it. Slash was embracing every crumb he got from his lover. They were happy together until people started interfering. They ignored it and Slash told him to focus on them not on anyone else.
But this all changed when Axl left. He didn't leave because of Slash, he left because he was getting too stressed with the media. They always wanted a story on them and it was really getting to him. He knew that he hurt Slash because he left during the night when they were in bed together.
Slash wouldn't last with anyone else, it was a known fact. Axl's would never have it, he would kill anyone who thought of getting closer to his Saul. They were e lethal combination.
Slash waited a few hours, making sure that Duff was asleep before he grabbed his jacket and he left the hotel room. He took the elevator to the floor underneath him and Duff's room and walked until he got the right door.
He kept on continued until he got to 250, Axl's room. He waited a few seconds to prepare before he finally got the courage to knock on the door. He waited patiently and jumped when the door suddenly opened. Axl appeared in the door- way, leather pants and a Ramones t-shirt.
“Yeah?” Axl hissed but a grin appeared on his face when he saw who had been knocking on his door.
“Can I come in?” Slash asked, leaning against the door frame, eyes travelling to the smirking lips of the one and only Axl Rose. Then he felt familiar butterflies in his stomach and his hands shaking slightly. Axl tilted his head, examining Slash closely before he stepped back and gestured for Slash to come in.
Axl nodded,”Come in, Slasher.” He walked into the big room, and Slash shut the door, following the singer. His nose instantly recognised the smell, it was smoke and leather. But there was also another scent that he could not describe. He smiled, it was all familiar.
Axl sat down on the side of the bed and Slash leaned against the dresser,”What can I do for you?” Axl purred, his deep voice sending chills down Slash's spine. Axl tilted his head, eyes roaming the guitarist's body, noticing immediately that he looked tense. It was a habit, he always knew what Slash was feeling, it was like an instinct.
Slash thought for a moment, What am I doing here anyway?
“Nothing. I was bored and everyone else was asleep.”He quickly lied, chewing on his bottom lip. Axl studied him, licking along his bottom lip. His Slasher was lying, all the signs were there. But he would play along until he could figure out what was wrong with him. Axl slowly stepped closer to Slash until he was in front of him.
“Why are you lying to me, Slash?”
Slash stilled, his body feeling like a statue and he slumped against the drawer he was leaning against, “I don't know what your talking about. You been smoking again?” Slash let out a shaky laugh before he mentally asked God for some help. Axl looked up at him, smiling when he noticed that Slash instantly looked away from him.
Axl let out a mocking laugh and grasped Slash's chin with his fingers, forcing his guitarist to look at him
Slash's eyes connected with his and Axl gave him an evil smile,”Why do you even try? You can never lie to me.” The redhead pressed himself closer and used his fingers to swipe away the hair that was covering Slash's face. Slash felt his heart speed up. Axl's grin returned, noticing the familiar flush on Slash's cheeks. Soft but firm fingers ran down his cheek before they hooked into the waistband of his trousers. The tips of his fingers made their way inside his boxers and Slash couldn't help but moan lightly.
One touch, that's all it took. One touch from Axl and Slash was already seeing stars. He didn't want to but the second that Axl's skin touched his, all sensible reasons of not to do this went flying out the window. With Duff, Slash was the controlling one, he was the domineering one because Duff never had it in him to do it. With Duff, he was Axl, Slash felt what Axl felt.
Axl controlled Slash, he knew what Slash wanted and how he wanted it. Slash didn't have to tell him, Axl knew it like it was written on the back of his hand. He could make Slash see heaven and hell at the same time. He could build Slash up until his fingertips touched the sky but at the same time, he could bring him down into the fire below. Axl could talk him into anything, it was impossible to say no to Axl.
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