“He's numb, he can't feel anything at the moment. He trusted you with his life, something he doesn't even trust me with. You broke that, you broke him...
“Please, Izzy, just let me go see him. He's been locked in our room for almost a week, I need to talk to him.”
The rhythm shook his head, hair sliding in front of his face. He was stood in front of Slash and Axl's room, guarding the door. Axl had firmly told him to not let Slash anywhere near him for a while, he didn't want anything to do with his lover at the moment. For the past few hours, Slash had stared at the door, knowing that Axl was behind it, like he was trying to see through the hard wood. He had finally given up and when to Steven's room and lay down for a while, trying to think of a way to get Axl to talk to him. But when he heard the bathroom door click shut and his bedroom door slam, he knew that Axl had finally come out for something but by the time he got to the door, Izzy was already there, like Axl's body guard.
“I'm not going to tell you again, Slash. He doesn't want to see you, so fuck off and leave him alone.”
The guitarists' stayed quiet, silently staring into each others' eyes, Izzy daring him to make a move. Then they heard the front door open and shut, Duff walking into the apartment, making eye contact with his band mates. He had fresh bruises on his face and a split lip, Slash instantly knew that it was Axl's work. He wanted to comfort his friend but at that time, Duff wasn't a priority, Axl was. He gave Duff an apologetic look and a sad smile before he turned back to Izzy, who was glaring daggers at the bassist, causing Duff to bow his head and make a move for his bedroom. Slash sighed and almost flinched when he saw the look that Izzy was giving him.
“He won't go near you again, y'know that?”
Slash winced, knowing that this could possibly be true,”It's not fair, after all the times that i've given him a second chance, I don't get one?”
Izzy's head snapped up,” Do you know how hard it was for him to let you in?”
Slash shook his head,” I know th-”
Izzy held up a hand, telling Slash to shut his mouth,” Yes, Axl wasn't a fucking saint but he tried over and over to trust you. When he hurt you, he was dying inside. He was wrong to hurt you, but that is how he works, he gets scared and his instinct isn't to run, it's to confront. The shields he has are hard to get down, even now. After all the bullshit his father put him through when he was young, all the things he would do to Axl, if you knew, you would understand,”
Slash backed off a step, slightly worried about Izzy's tone.
“But you don't, you may love him but right now, he doesn't love you.” Slash gulped, not wanting to ever hear them words again.
“He's numb, he can't feel anything at the moment. He trusted you with his life, something he doesn't even trust me with. You broke that, you broke him. So, you don't get to stand there and judge him right now. Neither does Duff, he's lucky that he's still breathing.”
Slash choked, fresh tears ready to fall,” Can you just tell him that I love him?”
Izzy looked at the door before he looked back at Slash, his voice had softened,” Sla-”
The guitarist cut him off, emphasising one word,” Please.” Nodding, Izzy left him alone, entering Slash and Axl's room, the door falling shut behind him. For the first time in a year, Slash couldn't smell Axl any more, didn't have the comfort the redhead always gave him. He felt cold, and he needed that head back again.
Axl hugged himself as he quickly walked down the hall, to the kitchen. He was hungry, Izzy had brought him his meals for the last week but now he was off to do a song with another artist, leaving Axl to fend for himself for a few weeks. Axl didn't like it, he didn't know what he would do or say if he ran into Slash. But, he did know what he would do if he ever saw Duff again, he knew that over time he would forgive the bassist, but he would never, ever forgive Slash. It was not a possibility, not even the slightest chance right now. All Axl needed was space, peace and quiet.
Looking left and right, Axl didn't see or hear any presence of anyone in the apartment. He was grateful for this, he really wanted to sit on the couch and watch some TV without any interruptions. He did miss Izzy though, he would just sit and listen to the singer, hug Axl if he broke down in tears in his sleep, whispering comforting words to him. He would also mock Slash to try and make him feel better, most of the time it worked but Axl began to miss the flaws of his ex. Izzy wasn't as comfy as Slash, he was colder than the guitarist and Axl wasn't happy about that.
How could Slash do this to him?
Slamming the fridge shut, Axl turned around to make his way back to his room, walking quickly to his room. Hearing a door open, Axl looked down, about to open the foil to get to his sandwich but slammed against a hard chest. Groaning Axl looked up and his heart almost stopped when he saw who it was. His eyes ran up the dark body until they reached the long curly strands and the small, relived smile on Slash's face.
“You finally came to see me?” Slash asked hopefully, trying to catch Axl's eyes with his own.
Axl finally noticed that he was in front of Slash's temporary room,” N-No, I was hungry, Izzy left some food he made for my lunch.”
“Oh,” Axl instantly felt guilty even though this time, he wasn't supposed to feel guilty because this wasn't his fault.
But Slash still had that effect now, his head bowed, shuffling his feet.
“I miss you.” Came a whisper from Slash, making Axl's stomach turn to butterflies. But he had to stay strong, for himself.
The tables had changed and Axl didn't like it.
Axl shook his head,”I can't do this today, Slash.” He sighed, moving to go around the brunette but found himself pinned against the wall.
Then he felt a forehead against his own and a hand on his face, fingers running along his cheek before they moved down his side and grasped his hips. He looked up, shocked to see lips were making their way toward his but Axl quickly moved his head to the side and they caught his cheek.
“Don't turn away from me. I don't like it.”
Hearing Slash's growl, Axl felt warmness run through his body. Then he felt tears flowing down his cheek, and they weren't his.
“Axl, baby, please look at me,” He didn't reply, ignoring the soft circles that Slash was drawing with his fingertips under his t-shirt.
“I need to see that pretty eyes of yours. Please?”
Axl stayed still, screwing his eyes shut as Slash's tears ran from his cheek to his bare collarbone. He could hear the whispers and the sobbing against his neck, soaking his t-shirt. Axl slowly turned his head, tears brimming his own as Slash's sobbing got louder and tears were coming faster. His hand lost itself in the dark hair, fisting it softly.
“Ax-Axl, please,” The singer could barley make out what Slash was saying, his voice was hoarse and he was still sobbing quietly. Pressing soft kisses to Axl's pale jawline, Slash continued to whimper, making the redhead feel even more guilty, he didn't even know why. He used to be so firm and rough with the guitarist, his heard used to be cold. He also knew that something like this would happen, but always thought it would be his own fault.
Why did Slash have so much power over him?
“Just talk to me...I need this.” Axl sighed, almost giving up, his head was to messed up to deal with Slash pleading. His fingers slipping out of Slash's hair.
“What do you want from me?”
He almost jumped when Slash's arms curled around his waist,”I want you to touch me again.”
Axl's breath hitched in his throat, and he felt trapped, he really wanted to be back in his bed,” I don't want to touch you, I don't know you anymore.”
“You do. I'm the same, i'm still yours. Look.” Slash nodded, fresh tears running down his cheeks as he grabbed Axl's hand and brought it to his face, letting him feel the soft skin. His arm held limply as Slash ran it over his dark skin, warming his fingers.
“See?” He took the hand and placed it over his heart,” This is all yours, to do whatever you want to. Break me, love me but please, don't hate me. Just touch me.”
Axl stayed still as Slash stepped closer to him, his dark hand covering Axl's pale one, holding it there hard.
”Please? Who else is going to love me like you do?”
This broke the spell that Slash was trying to put Axl under. The singer hauled his hand away from Slash's grip, ignoring the protests and the pleas Slash yelled as he ran away from the guitarist and back up to what used to be their room. Locking the door behind him, Axl threw the sandwich on the bedside table before he jumped into the bed, gripping the pillow and and holding it over his ears as Slash began thumping on the door.
“Axl, please, let me in!” He could hear the angry sobs and felt the tears on him again, it was like he could feel the clawing feeling of his heart being ripped out. He began sobbing into the pillow, begging silently for Slash to stop. The banging got louder and Slash began kicking at the door, giving up after a few minutes before Axl heard him slumping to the ground, his head leaving a thump on the wood.
“Just let me in, I can take care of you. Only I can make you feel better, you know I can.” Axl wanted to, he wanted Slash's strong arms around him, to lose himself in all that hair again. Crawling under the covers pulling the pillow closer, Axl curled into a ball and closed his eyes, begging anyone to wake him up from this dream, to do something to stop him feeling this way.
The banging continued for the rest of the night, and the shouting got louder.
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