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2 Reviews“Don't cry, you are too special to cry. The only person who should be crying is the prick down the hall.”
“Axl, it's me. He's gone, so please will you open the door?”
The singer crawled out of the blanket, thanking the powers above that it was Izzy. Slash had stayed outside the door for most of the night, banging on the door and begging him to let down the barriers between them. He had clasped his hands over his ears, the tears falling until it was impossible for them to fall any more. Slash had used almost every trick in the book to get him to unlock the door, he had used their love against him, blamed him for what he did and then blamed himself. Axl was shocked at the lengths Slash had gone to, it was like he didn't know the guitarist any more. His Slash was sweet, caring, loving and shy. He wasn't his Slash any more, though and never will be.
“Fine, but it's only you who is coming in.”
Opening the door slowly, Axl backed away so that his friend could get in. Izzy jumped in, leaving the door behind him so that they could get some fresh air in the room. He looked at Axl, shaking his head at the dark circles under his eyes and the tear marks on his cheeks. He cursed Slash's life for doing this to him. Slash could be the light in Axl's life but he could also be the worst thing in his life too. The brunette pulled his life long friend into a hug, stroking his hair like only Izzy knew how to. Axl nuzzled Izzy's shoulder, his body shaking as he broke down in front of his friend. Izzy's left hand stayed in the long red hair while his right caressed Axl's back, trying to get him to calm down. Izzy was loving his time with Steven but had missed some meeting to spend time getting Axl better. He couldn't deny it, he had enjoyed the attention and innocent touches Axl was giving him. He hadn't spent time with Izzy since he had gotten with Slash. Axl sniffed beside Izzy's neck, whispering something that the brunette couldn't make out.
“I-I miss him, Iz. I don't want to but I do, I feel like I can't breathe without him here, he's killing me, I can feel it.”
“I know, it'll pass soon, I promise.”
Axl sighed in relief at those words because he knew that Izzy had been through similar stuff like this because of Axl himself. He had had a rocky relationship Izzy when they were younger, way before Guns. He had broken Izzy's heart more than once and he thanked God that the guitarist had put their problems aside for this. He was a true friend, and had always been there for the singer through thick and thin. Izzy was Axl's first and for that period of time, Izzy showed Axl what the true meaning of love was. He taught him the fine line between love and lust. Axl thanked the brunette for that, he would always have a special place for Izzy in his heart.
Hugging his friend harder, Izzy curled the long red strands around his finger tips and burned his nose in Axl's hair, inhaling his scent. He and Axl rocked back and forth, thankful to hear the sobbing calm down. He hated to hear or see Axl hurt, it was like a dagger in his heart and he hated Slash for causing the pain.
“Thanks, Izzy.”
Axl pulled back and looked up at Izzy, smiling softly when Izzy's thumb wiped away the fresh tears that were running down his cheeks. He smirked at the sparkle in the redheads eyes, noticing something familiar. It was the old Axl, the fiery one who took no shit from anyone but always had a caring side for the people he cared about.
“Don't cry, you are too special to cry. The only person who should be crying is the prick down the hall.”
Axl let out a low but miserable chuckle, enjoying the feeling of someone touching him. It was soothing but the person who he wanted to be touched by had almost killed him. Izzy was gentle but you could feel the passion behind it. The hand cupped his cheek and Axl suddenly felt a pair of lips against his own. They were forced apart by Izzy's tongue sweeping along his lower lip. It was nice but it didn't feel right, he couldn't get into it like he usually did with Slash. But Axl decided to return the sweet kiss. Biting the plump lower lip of Izzy's mouth and met the tongue that was massaging his own, Axl's hands flew up and played with the long dark dirty hair that he used to scream into when Izzy was loving him.
But seconds later the warmness was gone and he heard a groan of pain. Axl's eyes snapped open. He gasped when he saw that Izzy was pinned on the floor with an angry Slash on top of him, punching the smaller guitarist.
“I fucking knew it, I knew that you were after him. You couldn't wait, could you?”
Slash's roar flew through the room, turning Axl's body into a statue. He had never seen the guitarist like this before and he couldn't lie, it did turn him on a little. Shaking his head, Axl kicked the thoughts away, why couldn't he get Slash out of his head?
“He is not yours to touch!”
Slash backhanded Izzy before he started hitting him again,” Don't ever touch him!”
“A-Axl, please get him off of me!”
Izzy's plea ripped through his body and he took immediate action. He grabbed Slash by the shoulders and with all his strength, he threw him across the room. Slash moaned when his back hit the door, looking up at Axl with a shocked expression, never thinking that the singer would choose someone over him. Cradling Izzy in his arms, Axl looked back, a determined look on his face, but it almost faltered when he saw Slash's lower lip quiver.
He had been walking back to his bedroom after a few drinks with Steven, and was happy to see that Axl's door was open. Thinking that it was an invitation, Slash ran to the door with a smile on his face but it was soon wiped off when he saw that his Axl was kissing someone else. It was Izzy, the person who had been 'helping' Axl get better after what had happened, he was kissing his lover. After that, the only thing that he saw was blood red.
“Axl?” Came Slash's heartbreaking sob, catching Axl's attention.
Axl glanced down at Izzy who was staring back, pleading that he stay with him. But Slash's words echoed in his head.
“Don't.” Izzy whimpered, his bloody face all swollen by the time he had gotten to him.
“Will, baby, please? I'm hurt. I need you.” Slash used his last resort, needing to have Axl in his arms again.
Axl's eyed widened and like he was a man compelled, he lay Izzy softly on the ground before crawling over to Slash. It was like the guitarist held a shield of power over him. Slash held his arms out and soon Axl was in them, thumb tracing the bruise that was starting to form on his jawline. Axl felt like he was a puppet on strings, like he was doing something against his will. He hugged Slash to his chest, fingers running over his face.
But soon he was covered with Slash, he could smell him, feel him and even taste him. He couldn't fight him. Izzy was watching with wonder. He had always thought that Axl was the boss in their relationship. But even though the redhead hated Slash, he would always be there if the guitarist asked him. One word, one demand from Slash and Axl would catch him.
Axl gasped when he felt lips touching his ear,”Axl, tell me you love me again.”
“No, no, no.” Axl chanted, standing up quickly. Slash feel to the ground with a thump.
“Axl, don't please!” Axl stepped over Slash before running out of the room, leaving both Slash and Izzy on the ground. Panting, he entered the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him, leaning against it afterwards. He could still hear Izzy and Slash shouting his name.
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The singer crawled out of the blanket, thanking the powers above that it was Izzy. Slash had stayed outside the door for most of the night, banging on the door and begging him to let down the barriers between them. He had clasped his hands over his ears, the tears falling until it was impossible for them to fall any more. Slash had used almost every trick in the book to get him to unlock the door, he had used their love against him, blamed him for what he did and then blamed himself. Axl was shocked at the lengths Slash had gone to, it was like he didn't know the guitarist any more. His Slash was sweet, caring, loving and shy. He wasn't his Slash any more, though and never will be.
“Fine, but it's only you who is coming in.”
Opening the door slowly, Axl backed away so that his friend could get in. Izzy jumped in, leaving the door behind him so that they could get some fresh air in the room. He looked at Axl, shaking his head at the dark circles under his eyes and the tear marks on his cheeks. He cursed Slash's life for doing this to him. Slash could be the light in Axl's life but he could also be the worst thing in his life too. The brunette pulled his life long friend into a hug, stroking his hair like only Izzy knew how to. Axl nuzzled Izzy's shoulder, his body shaking as he broke down in front of his friend. Izzy's left hand stayed in the long red hair while his right caressed Axl's back, trying to get him to calm down. Izzy was loving his time with Steven but had missed some meeting to spend time getting Axl better. He couldn't deny it, he had enjoyed the attention and innocent touches Axl was giving him. He hadn't spent time with Izzy since he had gotten with Slash. Axl sniffed beside Izzy's neck, whispering something that the brunette couldn't make out.
“I-I miss him, Iz. I don't want to but I do, I feel like I can't breathe without him here, he's killing me, I can feel it.”
“I know, it'll pass soon, I promise.”
Axl sighed in relief at those words because he knew that Izzy had been through similar stuff like this because of Axl himself. He had had a rocky relationship Izzy when they were younger, way before Guns. He had broken Izzy's heart more than once and he thanked God that the guitarist had put their problems aside for this. He was a true friend, and had always been there for the singer through thick and thin. Izzy was Axl's first and for that period of time, Izzy showed Axl what the true meaning of love was. He taught him the fine line between love and lust. Axl thanked the brunette for that, he would always have a special place for Izzy in his heart.
Hugging his friend harder, Izzy curled the long red strands around his finger tips and burned his nose in Axl's hair, inhaling his scent. He and Axl rocked back and forth, thankful to hear the sobbing calm down. He hated to hear or see Axl hurt, it was like a dagger in his heart and he hated Slash for causing the pain.
“Thanks, Izzy.”
Axl pulled back and looked up at Izzy, smiling softly when Izzy's thumb wiped away the fresh tears that were running down his cheeks. He smirked at the sparkle in the redheads eyes, noticing something familiar. It was the old Axl, the fiery one who took no shit from anyone but always had a caring side for the people he cared about.
“Don't cry, you are too special to cry. The only person who should be crying is the prick down the hall.”
Axl let out a low but miserable chuckle, enjoying the feeling of someone touching him. It was soothing but the person who he wanted to be touched by had almost killed him. Izzy was gentle but you could feel the passion behind it. The hand cupped his cheek and Axl suddenly felt a pair of lips against his own. They were forced apart by Izzy's tongue sweeping along his lower lip. It was nice but it didn't feel right, he couldn't get into it like he usually did with Slash. But Axl decided to return the sweet kiss. Biting the plump lower lip of Izzy's mouth and met the tongue that was massaging his own, Axl's hands flew up and played with the long dark dirty hair that he used to scream into when Izzy was loving him.
But seconds later the warmness was gone and he heard a groan of pain. Axl's eyes snapped open. He gasped when he saw that Izzy was pinned on the floor with an angry Slash on top of him, punching the smaller guitarist.
“I fucking knew it, I knew that you were after him. You couldn't wait, could you?”
Slash's roar flew through the room, turning Axl's body into a statue. He had never seen the guitarist like this before and he couldn't lie, it did turn him on a little. Shaking his head, Axl kicked the thoughts away, why couldn't he get Slash out of his head?
“He is not yours to touch!”
Slash backhanded Izzy before he started hitting him again,” Don't ever touch him!”
“A-Axl, please get him off of me!”
Izzy's plea ripped through his body and he took immediate action. He grabbed Slash by the shoulders and with all his strength, he threw him across the room. Slash moaned when his back hit the door, looking up at Axl with a shocked expression, never thinking that the singer would choose someone over him. Cradling Izzy in his arms, Axl looked back, a determined look on his face, but it almost faltered when he saw Slash's lower lip quiver.
He had been walking back to his bedroom after a few drinks with Steven, and was happy to see that Axl's door was open. Thinking that it was an invitation, Slash ran to the door with a smile on his face but it was soon wiped off when he saw that his Axl was kissing someone else. It was Izzy, the person who had been 'helping' Axl get better after what had happened, he was kissing his lover. After that, the only thing that he saw was blood red.
“Axl?” Came Slash's heartbreaking sob, catching Axl's attention.
Axl glanced down at Izzy who was staring back, pleading that he stay with him. But Slash's words echoed in his head.
“Don't.” Izzy whimpered, his bloody face all swollen by the time he had gotten to him.
“Will, baby, please? I'm hurt. I need you.” Slash used his last resort, needing to have Axl in his arms again.
Axl's eyed widened and like he was a man compelled, he lay Izzy softly on the ground before crawling over to Slash. It was like the guitarist held a shield of power over him. Slash held his arms out and soon Axl was in them, thumb tracing the bruise that was starting to form on his jawline. Axl felt like he was a puppet on strings, like he was doing something against his will. He hugged Slash to his chest, fingers running over his face.
But soon he was covered with Slash, he could smell him, feel him and even taste him. He couldn't fight him. Izzy was watching with wonder. He had always thought that Axl was the boss in their relationship. But even though the redhead hated Slash, he would always be there if the guitarist asked him. One word, one demand from Slash and Axl would catch him.
Axl gasped when he felt lips touching his ear,”Axl, tell me you love me again.”
“No, no, no.” Axl chanted, standing up quickly. Slash feel to the ground with a thump.
“Axl, don't please!” Axl stepped over Slash before running out of the room, leaving both Slash and Izzy on the ground. Panting, he entered the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him, leaning against it afterwards. He could still hear Izzy and Slash shouting his name.
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