“Stay away from Slash. He's not a doll that you can play with for a while then drop whenever you want to, Axl.”
“Stay away from Slash. He's not a doll that you can play with for a while then drop whenever you want to, Axl.”
Duff leaned against the wall, taking a long and needed drag of his cigarette. The redhead chuckled and lit his own one up, returning the glare that Duff was sending his way. Axl waited a few more moments before he spoke, so calmly but the blonde could still hear the anger behind it.
”He's got you good, hasn't he?”
Walking over to the black leather couch, Axl sat down and looked up at Duff who was still against the wall, refusing to be intimidated by the older man.
”Don't think that you're the exception, Duff. He's with you to make me jealous and he knows that it's working.”
Duff opened his mouth to speak, but Axl raised his hand, silently telling him that he wasn’t finished.
“Slash knows that he's mine. He may be with you right now but all I have to do is say the word and he'll come to me. He's only with you because I was with Izzy. He's waiting for me to realize that I was wrong and I was. Slash and I have a bond, Duff, a connection that you wouldn't dream of and don't think that you'll ever have the same with him.”
Duff ground his teeth together, his hands shaking. He saw at first hand what their relationship was like. It was passionate and they were inseparable, but there was one bad thing, one crack in it.
They were both possessively jealous.
Slash would get jealous more than Axl did though because the brunette never knew where he stood with the singer. Slash was insecure about himself, he would sometimes take it out on Axl, and it would cause arguments between the couple.
Axl didn't like people looking at what belonged to him. Slash was the one person the redhead loved, that he was devoted to. He'd destroy anyone that he thought was a threat to him, he couldn't stand the thought of Slash being with someone else, loving someone other than him.
But inside Axl knew that Slash would only love him, knew that Slash never thought of anyone else but the singer. He had gotten into Slash's head and was not planning to leave any time soon. If Axl thought that anyone else loved Slash the way he did, he would remove them.
Axl bit his lip and tilted his head, looking straight at the bass player, smirking when he noticed that had hit a nerve within Duff.
”You've seen us. We may fuck other people or if I'm away I have someone to keep my bed warm at night, but I will always make sure that he is my number one. You know that he will never love you the way he loves me, Duff. You know that, but why do you still hang onto him?” Axl asked the blonde, cigarette hanging from his lips.
“Because I know that I can treat him better than you can. I would never mess him around the way you do, Axl. Unlike you, I don’t get off on hurting him. I wouldn't play with his feelings, I wouldn't cheat on him.”
Axl laughed again, throwing his nearly finished smoke onto the floor and grinding it into the wood with his heel, secretly imagining that Duff was underneath it other than the cigarette.
”You sure about that? You will never have have him the way I do. You don't know him the way I do,”
Axl stood up and walked over to Duff.
”I can see how scared you are, you only have him until I prove to him that i’m here for good. You will never love him the way I do, and he will never love you because he loves me. I don’t mess him around and i'm not going to waste my time answering that.”
Duff felt the tears trying to escape his eyes and he breathed softly. He knew that Slash still had feelings for Axl but he never thought that the brunette would ever give Axl a second chance but it wasn't a secret how manipulating that Axl could be.
He just hoped that Slash was smarter than that. But it was true, they were never violent with eachother, they were happy until Axl decided that Izzy was a better choice for about 5 months until he got bored of him. The only time that they were even close to violent was in bed, Duff was in the next room and he heard it almost every night. But he could also hear that Slash loved it, it nearly killed Duff.
“I love him more than you will ever know and I will get him back.”
“He would never get back with you, not after all the shit you put him though, Axl. You've emotionally scarred him. Don't you think you've damaged him enough? He needs to be happy for once.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
Axl’s eyes flashed angrily and he clenched his fists tightly, trying to control himself from beating his band mate to a pulp. He stepped toward the bassist, making sure to give the blonde the best glare he had.
”I've never ever laid a hand on him, I would rather walk away than raise a hand to him. I have never played around with him either. We were rough between the sheets, if you know what I mean,”
Axl winked at Duff and leaned down, whispering in the blondes ear.
”I told you, I know everything that Slash likes.”
Duff pushed Axl away and punched him as hard as he could, smiling when Axl’s head snapped to the side. Duff saw Axl cupping his mouth, pulling it away a second later and the blonde saw red on his pale fingers. He looked down and saw that his ring must have made the cut on his lower lip.
Axl chuckled again, spitting out the blood on the floor, an evil smile appearing on his face.
Axl laughed again, wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve.
”Or maybe the reason he is so distant is because your not giving it to him right.... to gentle are you?”
Axl taunted him, and Duff raised his hand again, ready to give him a second hit but he grabbed his fist, slamming Duff into the wall behind him.
“You try that again, it will be the last thing you ever do,”
Axl's voice was low and dangerous. But then a smile sprung to life on his face, the angry look was instantly gone. He smoothed out Duff’s crumpled shirt, and stepped away again.
”I'll see you on stage tonight. Don't be later than me.”
Axl smiled and moved away, before walking out the front door. Duff finally let out the breath he'd been holding and slumped to the ground.
Later that night, Duff made sure to keep a close eye on Axl, watching the way he danced through Slash's solo's. He bit his lip hard when Slash smiled happily at something that Axl said in his ear. But the pain went away a little when he saw the cut on Axl's lip after he pulled away from Slash to scream out the next chorus. But it didn't stop the worrying and the trust that he was losing for Slash after the words that Axl told him only hours before.
He tried to keep close watch on them, to try and keep them apart but it was hard because he and Izzy had to do the backing lyrics and Axl was always getting in the way. Slash didn't notice because he was too focused on his guitar.
During Slash's solo in Don't Cry, Duff could see Slash and Axl chatting. Then as Axl started to sing again, Slash made his way toward Duff, they smiled at each other when Slash stood by him.
Slash questioned him, looking down, trying to chat to his boyfriend and play at the same time. Duff sighed in relief, a smile coming onto his face, happy that Slash finally came to chat to him.
“Yeah, getting tired though. I think that i’m gonna lost my voice too. You?”
He felt Slash's head resting on his shoulder, panting into his ear. Looking at the front of the stage, he saw an angry look on Axl's face as he saw Slash resting on Duff. It was clear that Axl Rose was not happy. Duff almost smiled mockingly at him, but thought better, he didn’t want Axl storming off stage.
“I'm fine. Getting tired too, can't wait to get some fucking sleep. The bus isn't comfy.”
He heard Slash chuckle into his ear, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. This was what he wanted, this was perfect for Duff, but he still felt the doubt in his stomach when he saw the smile between Slash and Axl as the audience roared.
“Do you know what happened to Axl's lip? I've asked him about it but he wont tell me what happened. Looks pretty bad though.”
Slash mentioned to Duff, the blonde stiffened but pulled himself together, looking down at his bass guitar.
“Nope, I have no clue. He wouldn't tell me either.”
He replied and felt a small kiss on his neck before Slash pulled away, and left him by himself to go to the front of the stage. Duff felt cold but he kept on playing, as he watched Slash play, the smile the brunette had as he played his guitar, how happy he was.
But he could hear the concern for Axl in his voice when he mentioned his lip and his name. That confirmed the worst of his fears, he was still concerned about his ex.
It looked like he had forgiven Axl by the way they were laughing together on stage.
Axl had left Slash for Izzy because he decided that him and Slash were finished. It was totally out of the blue for the band and even their fans. Slash had not expected this, he was heartbroken but after Duff told Slash his feelings for the brunette, they got together. Axl, not expecting this turn of events, became jealous and dumped Izzy, then he suddenly left for a few months to visit some friend. He came back and became friends with Slash, and Duff hated it.
Slash was broken for months, he became ill, he couldn't survive without Axl. Izzy and Axl would kiss in front of Slash.
But a few times Axl would sweet-talk Slash into bed then leave in the morning, and Slash, willing to do anything to get his lover back, followed him. He knew how to talk Slash into anything, they were together for 3 years.
Axl would say anything just to get Slash into bed with him. Duff was in the room next door so he could hear everything that would be said. The words Axl would say, made Slash weak at the knees, and he couldn't resist him.
“I was stupid, please forgive me, Saul.”
“You know that you're the only one for me. Don't you love me?”
“No-one could ever come close to you. You know that, you know how much I want you.“
Every time Axl left, Duff would hear Slash cry himself to sleep. Slash would be miserable and it took Duff months to build him back to his normal self. He hated Axl for what he did to Slash. Slash gave him everything, he gave Axl his heart and soul.
He did everything for Axl, he was ready to forgive Axl for what he did with Izzy. All he wanted was the singer. He would've done anything to get him back.
Izzy hadn't talked to Axl after the redhead dumped him but he and Slash became friends again, realizing that they couldn't put their band at risk. They were working on their friendship but Izzy hadn't said anything to Axl, he was too disgusted with the singers behavior.
“Thank you and goodnight!!”
Axl screamed into the microphone to the audience and this snapped Duff out of his thoughts, he quickly waved and smiled to the audience before he quickly left. Izzy and Steven stayed behind to spend some time with the fans, they loved the attention.
Slash waved at them with a smile, before running out the side with his guitar, following Duff. He put his arm around Duff's shoulders, pulling him close to his body and whispering in his ear before pressing another kiss to his cheek.
Duff smiled, happy to get some attention from his boyfriend. Walking behind them was Axl, listening to what had been said, he was pissed off. He didn't realize how much Slash liked Duff, and it meant that it was going to be harder to break them up. But he couldn't talk to Slash in front of Duff, they needed to be alone.
Once the band got onto the bus they immediately grabbed a few drinks and got comfy on the couch. Slash and Duff shared one, his feet on Duff's lap as he got relaxed. They started chatting about random stuff, and Slash asked about Axl’s lip again, not noticing the flinch that Duff gave.
Steven and Izzy went to their bunks since they were up early and were dying to get some sleep. Axl was sitting alone with a full bottle of alcohol, trying to figure out a way to get Slash alone. The singer was sick of watching Slash and Duff whispering into each others ear like some high-school sweethearts.
A few hours later Duff finally went to bed, stumbling on the way. He and Slash couldn't share because there was only single bunks on top of each other and there was hardly room for the both of them. Axl thanked God because he finally got Slash alone. He looked over at Slash, he didn't look that drunk so he was still in his own mind.
“Are you gonna tell me what happened to your lip yet?” Slash said from across the bus, giving him the look. The look that made Axl want to spill his guts to him.
”I got into a small fight that's all.”
“In all the fights i've seen you be in, you've always come out without a scratch. Are you gonna tell me truth?”
Slash raised an eyebrow and took a gulp of JD before looking at Axl again, ready for the truth. He didn’t know what was so secret that the singer couldn't tell him what happened.
“It's none of your business.” Axl hissed. He was meant to do the talking, not him and now he was getting pissed off.
Slash started, using the soft voice that always made Axl weak at the knees. Axl let out a breath when Slash stood up to come over and sit next to him.
”Please talk to me. What's wrong?”
Slash unknowingly put his hand on Axl's leg. His eyes closed and when he opened them, Slash was looking at him, a worried look in his eyes.
“Nothings wrong. Stop asking me!”
Axl growled at Slash, standing up and moving near to the exit of the bus, needing some fresh air. The guitarist followed him outside, into the darkness, the only light was the moon.
Axl walked away as fast as he could, looking out for the nearest bar. The guitarist grabbed Axl's arm, pulling him back to him, ignoring his struggling and Slash then pressed him up against the side of the bus. The cold metal warmed down Axl's hot body.
“Tell me what the fuck is wrong!” Slash begged the redhead.
He couldn't help but feel concerned about him, it was like something inside the guitarist that pulled him toward the redhead. He still cared about him, he didn't want Axl to be hurting. Even though Axl had crushed his world more than once, he still cared about him.
“I told you, it's none of your business. Leave me alone and go back to Duff.”
Axl continued to at him, struggling against Slash. His eyes slid closed, the more Axl struggled, he rubbed against Slash. He held the singers wrists harder, causing Axl to move more, unknowingly driving Slash over the edge.
Slash bit his lip and forced himself not to let out a moan but his head dropped, landing on Axl's shoulder. The redhead gasped, finally understanding what his struggles where doing to the brunette.
He moved his hips again, grinding against Slash's crotch. His hands slipped from Slash's holds then down his naked chest before grabbing his ass and he pulled the brunette against him. They rubbed against each other, and Slash moaned into his shoulder, small whines fell from his lips as he returned the same pressure to Axl's crotch.
Axl smirked, knowing that he was giving Slash the pleasure that Duff wasn't giving him. Axl moved against Slash harder and harder until he could hear him panting into his neck. Slash gripped Axl's arms hard, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt Axl for the first time in almost a year.
“You want more, Slash?”
Axl breathed to the guitarist and Slash whimpered, moving against Axl again, trying to get him to respond to his advances. The guitarist whined softly, running his tongue along his full bottom lip.
”Answer me! Do want more?”
Slash kissed his neck, knowing that Axl liked that. He then growled, shoving Slash away until he was met with a hard brick wall of a store. Slash groaned, the pain mixing with pleasure so much that he was turned on more.
Axl smirked, noticing the noise and he stepped toward him, grabbing Slash's face. He pressed their lips together in a fierce kiss, tongue exploring his mouth until Slash gave in and kissed him back.
Hands running over Slash's caramel skinned body, Axl ran his hand down Slash's chest before he squeezed the guitarist's crotch through his tight leather trousers.
Slash cursed, pulling away from Axl, his head hitting the wall behind him.
”Please...A-Axl....fuck me...now!” Slash panted his hand ran down his own stomach, covering his dark hand over Axl’s pale one that was caressing him through his trousers, urging him to continue.
Axl gave him what he wanted for a few more minutes before he moved his hand away. Slash let out a cry, shaking his head wildly, biting Axl’s neck harshly.
”P-please? I-I need..”
He cut himself off and breathed slowly, trying to control himself but it was too hard. He’d been without Axl for a long time, and all the hate that he held toward his estranged lover, flew out the window the second their skin touched.
“No, i’m sorry but you can't have me. You ‘boyfriend’ is the only one who is allowed to fuck you,”
Axl smirked again, looking at Slash. His eyes were half-closed, his mouth was open, trying to sort out his breathing. He couldn't process what Axl was saying, his head was too fogged up.
Axl's kissed Slash again, giving him a taste of what he could have. He ran his mouth down his cheek to his ear,trailing his finger tips up his dark arm before his fingers slipped into his hair.
”If you weren't with Duff, I could give you what you want. You know that i'm the only person who could do that. You can fuck Duff as much as you want but no-one else could give it to you as good as I can. You know that.”
He gave one Slash one last hard kiss, ignoring his attempts to pull him back, before he pulled away. Slash watched Axl go, leaning against the wall for support before he stumbled into the bus a few minutes later.
Axl smiled as he made his way to his bunk, tonight had been a success for the singer. It had confirmed that Slash still lusted after him, still wanted him. It was something that he could to use at his advantage. Axl let out a contented sigh as his head hit the pillow.
He walked to his bunk and quietly settled in, he could hear Axl's chuckle on the bunk on top of him and growled. He was turned on and pissed off by the singer, something that he couldn't get rid of. Slash poked his head out of his bunk and looked over at Duff’s, cursing when he saw that the blonde was asleep, so he wasn't going to get rid of his ‘problem’ that night. He breathed slowly and tried to compose himself.
Axl chuckled again above him and Slash couldn't stop the small smile that crept onto his face before he snuggled into his bed.
”Bastard.”He mumbled as he got comfy, ready for sleep to take him.