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Fuck, fuck, FUCK! How the hell did he get in?!

I lie beside Slash, my arms wrapped tightly around him as I watch Axl slide from the shadows of the room. How long had he been there? Had he been watching us? Just the thought of him being in the same room as us is enough to make me wretch. Pulling away from Slash, my meagre dinner makes a reappearance.

Shaking, I wipe my mouth. I nearly vomit when I catch sight of what's happening behind me. Axl is bent over the bed, his face mere millimetres from Slash's. Slash lies back, mesmerised, caught in Axl's glare. Slowly Axl glides over him, fingers reaching out to touch the hypnotised Slash.

"You're pretty," he hisses. "Pretty for a nigger."

Slash doesn't move as Axl's fingers bury themselves in the soft, dark curls. I hold my breath, watching. For once, Axl is completely ignoring me, instead fascinated by my lover. Something flashes through me and I realise it's jealousy. The same jealousy that Slash must have had when he saw me entrapped by Axl.

Lips parted, Axl moves to kiss him, tongue flicking out to steal a quick taste. In a flash, I pull my arm back and aim a punch at that perfect face. Axl's head snaps to one side and, in an instant, his whole mood has typically changed. He glares at me, snarling and spitting. Hands reaching out, he begins to glide towards me, face twisted and distorted with rage and shadows.

"All I wanted to do," he hisses, "is find out what you find so attractive."

Twisting my own face into a mask of rage, I aim another punch at Axl. It hits him square in the jaw, throwing him to one side. But it doesn't stop him, doesn't stop him from crawling into the bed. He slithers over us, hands sliding over our skin. I shiver with hate and anger, not wanting him near me. But Slash is a completely different picture, his strong fingers reaching up tangle in the silky red hair, mouth sighing open as he pulls Axl down into a kiss.

I watch, my body trembling with shock and fear, as the fucker charms and wiles his way over Slash. I can see the same ugly techniques that he used on me coming out to play. The same looks, the same movements. The same way he's hypnotised Slash into lying with him.

Just watching it makes me feel ill. Just watching my lover link his arms around Axl's neck and press his lips to the red-head's makes me want to vomit. But I can't. I've cried and puked enough over the last few months to last me a lifetime. Instead, the time to take action is upon me. Shaking, I reach over the bed and fumble in the darkness beneath it. I grab and feel my way around, fingers grabbing at carpet, dust and other pieces of crap, becoming more antagonised the more I feel the pair on the bed pant and groan. Finally, my fingers find what I'm looking for and I crawl back onto the bed.

The dull glow of the streetlights throws ghastly shadows across Axl and Slash. They're tangled together, arms and legs wrapped with the others as they moan and pant and kiss. Briefly Axl pulls away and I can see Slash's cock, hard against his stomach. I knew that one day he'd get it up for another but I never thought that it would be /him/. But, as usual, like the predator he is, Axl snared and caught his prey.

Holding my breath, I lean forward and wrap the rope around Axl's neck. Growling deep in my throat, I begin to twist and tighten the rope, listening as Axl begins to choke. His breath begins to come in ragged pants and he twists away from Slash to glare at me. Axl's eyes bulge from his head, face reddening as he spits and pants. Grinning, I tighten the rope further, listening as it cracks bones. Axl hisses, his airway being cut off as he stretches his fingers out to me.

"Stop... it..." he quietly snarls.

Shaking my head, I grin and twist the rope again, listening as the rope scratches together. Axl coughs, his eyes slipping open and closed, bloody saliva beginning to slide over his lips and down his chin.

"Jeffrey..." he croaks, breath now coming in slower and slower gasps. "Let... me ... go..."

Again, I shake my head, the malicious grin still on my lips. Part of me feels awful for doing this to my childhood friend. But the majority of me is excited, excited at the prospect of revenge. Excited at the prospect of watching him suffer. His hands weakly come up to the rope and begin to tiredly tear at the rope, trying to release it from his throat. His eyes flutter open and closed, his lips beginning to turn blue. His breath begins to come in rattles and I feel myself starting to panic. I'm killing him. Fuck, I'm killing him.

Shocked at my own brutality, I find that I'm paralysed, unable to let go of the rope, instead watching with a sick fascination as Axl begins to slip into unconsciousness. It's strange knowing that he's finally dying. Dying at my hands for the pain he's caused me. Dying beside Slash for the heartless execution of his mother. Axl's breathing slows even further and I can feel his weakening heartbeat vibrating along the rope.

Suddenly the rope's snatched from my transfixed hands and quickly pulled away. I watch as Slash rolls Axl onto his back and begins to give mouth to mouth. I stare in shock, my mouth drying out. What the fuck is he doing?!

"Slash," I hiss angrily, "what the fuck are you doing?"

He looks at me, dark eyes flashing in the shadows.

"You kill him." He breathed deeply into Axl's lungs, the red-head's chest rising and falling. "And the cops will do far." Breathe/. "Worse to you." /Breathe/. "Than they did to him." /Breathe.

I lie back, limp and shocked, watching as Slash pounds at Axl's chest. He's right. I'd wind up in prison and on trial. And it would be Slash sitting there, watching as I was sentenced to the death sentence that Axl should have received. So instead of just losing his mother, he'd be losing his lover as well. It was a sobering thought.

Finally there's a screaming cough and Axl sits up, eyes wide as he pants and coughs. He vomits, blood and bile, breath still coming in rasping coughs as he gasps for air. Panting, he falls back to the bed, eyes darting between us.

"What the fuck happened?" he gasps.

I feel something in me twist. Something's changed and I can't quite put my finger on it. I look to Slash and notice the same look on his face.