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Quickly I run through the house and out of the front door. In the gloom, I can see Axl standing on the sidewalk, staring at the house. For a moment, the moon catches his eyes, the angry green orbs now filled with something deep and soulful. He looks at me and gives me a tiny smile. It's then that I recognise the look that graces his elegant face. Heartbreak. The moon slides back behind a cloud and Axl's face disappears back into shadow. Standing on the veranda, I watch as Axl turns and begins to leave. As he slowly walks away, something in me twists. This is Izzy's friend, his childhood friend, walking out of his life forever. They may have spent years fighting and fucking each other but even I can now see the deep bond that they share. A bond that no court case or death sentence will ever sever. The have to be together. They need to be together. Even if it means that I'm the spare cog in the relationship, Axl and Izzy are one and the same, a separated spirit that somehow repaired itself through two people.

Jumping down the steps, I race after him.

"Axl!" He keeps on walking. "Axl! Wait!" I see his shoulders shudder as he stops.

Catching up with him, I gently place a hand on his shoulder. He shivers and lets out a tiny gasp as he drops his head forward.

"Get it over with Slash," he quietly pleads, voice cracking. "Please just kill me."

I shake my head, my hand gently moving to massage his neck. He tenses beneath me, his skin flickering with goosebumps before he relaxes slightly.

"I'm not gonna kill you," I quietly reply. "Come back to the house with me. Come back to Izzy. Please."

His body shudders as I gently turn him to face me. The monster that used to rule that body seems to have disappeared, leaving in its place a trembling and frightened man. He looks at me, eyes wide, as if he doesn't believe what I'm saying. His lips quiver and, beneath the streetlight, I see his eyes begin to glaze with tears.

"I can't," his voice is timid and tiny.

"Why?" I look at him softly, bringing up a hand to stroke his face.

I can't believe what I'm doing. I'm standing in the middle of the street, begging my mother's murderer to come back with me. But I can see something has changed, see that the aggression and anger seems to have evaporated into nothing. Whatever killed my mother no longer inhabits that body.

He shakes his head. "Izzy's yours now. He doesn't need me."

I swallow, my heart breaking. "You can't go," I whisper. "Not without a proper goodbye." I take his hand and tug him back towards the house. "Come and talk to him. Just one last time."

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I hear the stairs creak. Looking up, I see Slash into the basement, his hand linked with Axl's. He looks fragile and scared, hand clinging to Slash's. Leading him to the bed, Slash lets go and sits him in front of me. I give a little smile as Slash slides behind Axl, fingers sliding into the fine, red hair to lift his eyes to mine. It's surreal to see this spectacle, to see Slash treating Axl with such tenderness. I'd have expected them to be trying to kill each other.

Instead, Axl seems to have completely given in and surrendered himself to Slash. I look into those eyes, those eyes that I've looked into a million times before. In the low light, I can see what Slash was talking about. There's nothing there, no anger, no hate, nothing. Just regret and sadness and the need to be forgiven.

"Slash," I whisper, looking over Axl's head to him. "What's to say he's not faking this?"

I see Slash's chest heave as he sighs, hands still holding the sides of Axl's head. "I can just sense something, okay?"

I nod, needing to trust Slash even though my gut instinct tells me that the good ole demon Axl will be back within moments. My eyes turn back to Axl's and he's still looking at me. I stare back, studying and searching. I feel my body and heart soften as I realise that I'm seeing the Axl I originally knew. Little Bill Bailey, who was so scared of his stepfather. Little Bill Bailey who eventually became violent and temperamental. But it's the scared and nervous Bill Bailey who sits before me.

Reaching out, I gently brush hair from his eyes. His eyes flicker, darting around, as if he's not quite sure how to react.

"It's okay," I whisper. "I ain't gonna hurt you."

Damn, that brings back memories. Memories of how I first conned him into my bed. Memories of how I pleaded and begged until he lay back and spread his legs. And now it seems to have come a full circle. I abused him, he abused me. I wonder what this cycle will hold?

I continue to stroke his face as Slash leans in and gently kisses Axl's neck. Axl shivers and lets out a tiny gasp of surprise. I smile a little, feeling a little nervous. Crawling forward, I bury my hands in Axl's soft hair and kiss him. Ever so gently. Again he gasps, his soft lips parting. Slowly I sweep my tongue into his mouth. Axl stiffens beneath mine and Slash's touch, almost unsure of what's happening.

"Shush," I whisper. "We're not gonna hurt you."

My eyes flick to Slash. His hands slide down Axl, wrapping around his waist. Gently he pulls him to the bed, lying him down. Axl relents, shaking as Slash sits with Axl's head in his lap. Softly he strokes Axl's hair, whispering and purring. Dark eyes flash up to mine and he gives a little nod. Something clicks and I lean forward, stretching myself along Axl. The red-head's eyes go wide and I shake my head, trying to reassure him. I press my lips to his, closing my eyes. It feels like the first time that we did this. The first time when I carefully removed his clothes and stroked the soft, damaged skin that lay beneath. The first time when I kissed him again and again, desperate to wrap myself in him.

Axl's gasps and trembles beneath me as my fingers begin to undo his shirt. His skin feels exactly the same as it did on that stormy night. Soft and smooth but without the bruises. I continue to kiss him and a hand gently strokes my head.

Lifting my eyes, I see Slash smiling down at me, his fingers working into the strands of my hair. I give him a small smile as I move my mouth, kissing Axl's skin again and again, tender and loving. Axl lets out a quiet moan and he shudders. I hear him sob and it wrenches at my heart. Flicking my tongue across a nipple, I whisper, "Don't cry."

Again, he lets out a little sob. I move lower, kissing and licking and nipping, taking in everything about Axl that originally turned me on. Dipping my tongue into his navel, I look up. He's watching me, chest rising and falling, green eyes now dark with lust. I flick my eyes to Slash. My boyfriend smiles at me, his hands still gently working through Axl's hair. He bends forward and presses a kiss to Axl's forehead before kissing him. Axl arches from the bed, groaning.

My fingers quickly fumble with his pants, sliding them from his skinny legs. Axl's cock springs out and I stare at it for a moment. Slowly, I lean forward, my tongue flicking out to to give his cock a gentle lick. Beneath me, Axl shudders and moans, my name stuttering into Slash's mouth. I reach up and gently stroke his chest, my fingers seeming to remember the spots that make him pant and squirm.

My mouth wraps around his cock and my eyes slip shut, savouring the feeling and taste. My own cock throbs and I run a hand between my legs, grabbing it and beginning to stroke. Above me, I can hear the warm, wet sounds of lips connecting with lips. Axl's back arches off the bed, squirming beneath our touch. It seems so wrong to be wrapping ourselves around the person who's brought so much pain and hurt. Yet, for reasons unknown, it also seems so right. So right to be twisting here on the bed.

Something touches one of my gliding hands and I look up to see Slash offering me a bottle of lube. I watch him, unsure, but he nods and presses it into my fingers. Axl lets out a groan of loneliness, his hands reaching up to Slash. He smiles down at Axl, his hands burying back into the red hair as his mouth once again finds Axl's.

With my tongue still flicking over his cock, I coat my fingers and push them between his legs. Instantly, his body tenses and he pants. It's been a while since I fucked him. More than a while. Carefully, I push a finger into him, my own face scrunching up at the tightness. So long... It's been so long. My free hand presses onto his stomach, holding him still as I stretch him. His body alternates between relaxation and something nearing panic. Lifting my eyes, I watch Slash. Their faces are hidden behind a curtain of hair, the only visible movement is the sighing of two finely lined jaws.

Removing my fingers, I sit up and look down at the pair. Slash's hands crawl over Axl's slim body, finger teasing nipples. Tongues battle, twisting around each other as Axl arches his neck, hands tangling in Slash's wild hair. My own body trembles and shivers, tingling, desperate to join in.

Spreading lube over my cock, I nudge Axl's legs apart and slide myself over his beautiful body.

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For the first time in years, Izzy's cock breaches me and I howl into Slash's mouth. My teeth dig into his full lower lip and he moans as blood floods our mouths. I lie still, panting. It hurts, hurts so much. But it's a good pain. I know that beyond this is the most exquisite pleasure that only Izzy is able to bring. I don't know how this came about, how I've come to be spread out between my ex-boyfriend and his new lover. I can't understand why they haven't beaten me to a pulp. Izzy tried to kill me and he should have carried on. But, as Slash quite rightly said, the police would have hung, drawn and quartered him. They've forgiven me and they must have seen something that caused it. But for now, I don't care. My body is a mess of nerve endings and goosebumps and I'm ready to surrender myself to these two beautiful creatures of the night.

Izzy's chest is pressed against mine and I love it, my memory flooded with the remains of our happy times. I wrap my legs around Izzy's waist and nip at Slash's lip again as I rock my hips.

"Please..." I hiss. "Please... fuck me..."

Izzy's soft lips nip at my stomach and he thrusts into me. I moan and squirm, my cock throbbing against my stomach. Pulling myself off the bed, I rub my cock against Izzy's stomach, listening to him moan as I do. It's something I remember, something that I know he used to love. Sticking my tongue into Slash's mouth, I lick the last of the blood away before pulling away. I look into his eyes, staring into the dark, dilated pools above me.

"Let me suck you..." my voice pants.

Slash pulls back, his head still bowed, hair covering his eyes as he guides his rock hard cock to my mouth. I lick my lips and move my head, opening my throat and taking it straight down. Rocking back and forth, I alternate between sucking cock and being fucked. It's an amazing feeling, to be used, to be able to bring the pleasure that I've denied this pair for so long.

Tightening my ass around Izzy's cock, I snarl a little, teeth scrapping along the cock in my mouth. I can hear their voices, moaning and sighing and panting names, tangling and tumbling around each other.

Harder and harder Izzy thrusts, his voice becoming higher. I close my throat around Slash's cock, willing them to come. Willing them to give in and enjoy the moment.

Slash is the first to come, his seed spilling down my throat as he alternates between crying Izzy's name and mine. My hand grabs at my cock, stroking in time to Izzy's thrusts. My mouth still works at Slash's cock, sucking and drinking until it's soft. Eventually he pulls out. Panting, he bends to kiss me, his hands gently removing mine from my cock. He kisses and strokes, tasting and feeling, his tongue licking at every nook and cranny of my mouth.

Another groan fills the room as Izzy comes, his cock pumping come deep into my ass. Again and again, he pushes against my prostate and I howl into Slash's mouth, my own sticky come filling his strong hand. I pant and plead, begging them to rinse me dry. Izzy carries on thrusting into me, his body trembling against mine.

Eventually, he pulls out, collapsing to the bed beside me. Slash follows me, stretching out on the opposite side of me.

My eyes flick between them, looking and searching. A small smile spreads over Izzy's lips as he reaches to kiss me. More lips attach to my neck, fingers gently pulling me round to face Slash.

They seem to approve, seem to accept. As my eyes begin to fall shut, I just wonder what the rest of time will hold.