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Author's Note: Lyrics used in the summary, written by N Sixx.

Ten Seconds To Love

I tugged roughly on his platinum locks.

Vin stopped bitching me out. Instead, he ignored my heavy breaths against his ear. My streetwise instinct kicked in, knowing he was resorting to a new tactic since it was more than apparent he couldn't win this battle using his physical strength. Aha, I watched his hand move along the dressing counter, zeroing in on an empty bottle of Jack.

Oh, so the little bitch thought to bust a bottle over my head, eh?

"Not a chance," I taunted as my fingers locked around his wrist.

He drew in a sharp breath that clearly indicated he was frustrated. "Just what the fuck do you want from me, huh?"

I snickered. "Already told ya what I want."

He gave a snort. "Get off it. Enough about the homo bullshit. What 'cha pissed about? Did I fuck your girlfriend or something?"

Hmm, the little bitch still didn't believe me. Well, there was only one way to show him I meant business. So I let go of his wrist and slid my hand along his waist, trailing my fingers down his hip until I tapped his plush ass. And man, what an ass. Feeling his tight cheek through the smooth, leather pants gave me an instant erection.

Vince stiffened 'cause he no doubt felt my hard-on.

Our gazes locked in the mirror. Just for a split of a second, one of those "don't blink or ya miss it" seconds, I saw his brown gems glaze over with fear. But the look quickly vanished and his eyes narrowed.

"Get your homo hand off my ass," he hissed through clenched teeth.

"Uh uh."

I could literally see the wheels turning in his mind. Yup, he was gonna try another tactic. Hmm, he had quite the bag of tricks going on. What would he unearth next? Maybe I'd get lucky and he'd pull out his dick? It would be sorta nice if he did, sure beat having to put up with his useless protesting since he knew damn well he was getting fucked. Why not just make it easy? Hah, but that went against everything I knew about Vin.

Holy Christ, he did pull out his dick!

I staggered back, staring at his reflection since his hand was unfastening the button to his too-tight pants and lowering the zipper. A smug smile was planted on his pretty face.

Don't trust him, Sixx. He's playing ya. A fella like this blonde bitch don't go down without a fight.

Lightening speed. He lunged for the bottle of Jack and before I could stop him, his fingers curled around the glass neck. Now he cast me a triumphant grin. "You still want this," he cooed with false sweetness, giving his crotch a rub. "I dare you to try cum and get it."

I paused for a moment, carefully eyeing the Jack. Okay, this piqued my interest. I intimidated people with my strength and unpredictable, insane mind. Whereas this pretty creature used sex and his tight, taut body. He was good, really good. I had to give this bitch a few points for being smart enough to use what he had.

"But 'cha know something?" I said aloud, taking a step forward. "It's still not good enough. Face it, you're finished." With that, I removed my leather jacket and tossed the coat in his face. All I needed was a moment of distraction and I slammed my fist on his wrist, which caused him to drop the bottle. Once again I spun him around and sent him face first into the dressing counter. "You lost. Admit it."

My dick was still rock hard and this time I grinded my crotch deep against his ass. "What you so mad about?" I asked, gazing at him in the mirror. "Am I that ugly? You gonna tell me ya never messed around with dudes? Fuck that shit. You're a whore. What, how, where, why, when and who haven't you fucked? A guy like you, ya live for sex. And that means you damn well jumped into the sack with a dude just to find out what cock feels like up your ass.

"Ya don't gotta be lying to me. I wouldn't hold it against you. I'd rather hold my dick against you."

I could almost see the smoke swirling from his ears, steam pushing out through his nostrils and the flames of hate burning in his eyes. Yup, I made sure and mentally patted myself on the back. I nailed him correctly.

"Let's get one thing straight," he began, voice low with rage. "Who I dick around with isn't any of your fucking business. And if I sucked cock, that's only for me to know."

"I asked ya: am I that ugly?" Seeing how his pants were undone, I gave my button a flick and lowered the zipper.

"No, you're not."

His answer made me smile. "You think I'm good looking?"

"Your looks are fine."

"But I'm not prettier than you?" I teased.

He almost grinned. His hands were still on the counter, carefully watching me. "No, of course not. I easily have you beat."

I smiled again. "Well, we finally agree on something." I took a step forward, closing the distance between us. Once again I placed my hand on his ass. And much to my delight, he didn't stiffen this time. "I don't care if you jumped into bed with some dude. And I don't give two shits if you sucked dick. Ya wanna know why? 'Cause I want you to climb into bed with me and suck my cock."

Vin turned then, facing me while folding his arms. And of course I kept my hand on his ass. Yeah, damn rights, now that he wasn't swatting at me like some pesky fly, I wanted to keep rubbing my fingers all over his lethal cheeks. Hmm, and the look he gave me, holy shit, I was looking at the famous "sex action" smile, the super-confident smirk that was so sultry and filled with promise. Yeah, he was telling me he was all about sex, would do anything and everything just to show me a helluva time in the sack. But, I wasn't after having this hottie giving me nothing but pleasure. It was time someone showed Vin how his tight, taut, toned body could truly feel.

Yep, that's why nobody could tame this bitch. Between the sheets, he ruled with an iron fist, in total control, making one beg and plead for more. But this time I'd have him on his knees, gasping, screaming and crying out for more. And judging by the way his brown eyes blazed, I think he realized what I was up to. And he was all for it. Oh yeah, he sure was 'cause I was staring at his cock, watching his shaft swell.

The sight was just too much. I drew him into my arms and sighed with relief since he wasn't trying to jump at the bottle so he could crack good ole Jack over my head. He yielded and let his five-seven, tanned, California body rub up against mine. And damn, he sure knew how to rub against someone, just gave those hips a wiggle, slowly moving up and down as he locked his arms around my shoulders. Now came the sweet /ooh/. Another mental note. I wanted to tape that /ooh/, maybe use it for a song and show the fans first-hand this bitch was walking, breathing, sleeping and purring sex.

Vin gave a sassy laugh, most likely noticing I'd been somewhere else thinking instead of concentrating on the moment.

"You never stop writing lyrics in your head," he teased. Then he traced his finger along my chest and didn't stop until he reached my naval. Down he went, his tongue against my skin and fingers sliding along my hips. His sleepy brown eyes continued to stare at me. He buried his face in my crotch and I gasped, literally shuddering while he rubbed his lips all over my dick, letting the sweat-filled scent of my pubes soak his lips, nose and chin.

Control. I had to remind myself who was in charge here. I wasn't gonna let Vin tease me into tearing off his clothes and having my way with his lush ass he was offering me.

"Stop."

He glanced up, his face a mere inch away from my crotch. "What's the problem? Don't you want me to suck you off?"

I gave a yank on his hair and he winced. He had no choice but to follow my hand as I drew him back up until he stood. "On the counter."

Vin arched his pretty brow and he pressed his hands on the ledge and drew his smooth ass on the shiny surface. Then he slowly spread his legs, his chocolate gems still staring at me.

What a sight to behold: his dick edging out from his pants, crotch a warm invitation to explore and his splayed thighs saying he was spread and ready. Fucking cock-teasing bitch.

"You got each move down pat, don't 'cha?" I snarled.

I never waited for a reply, but chose to melt my mouth against his and Vin parted his lips. He actually behaved himself. I had to search out his tongue, and as I furiously explored his wet flesh while inhaling my own essence on his face, my hands went for his ass once again. I slid my fingers underneath his bottom. Goddammit, I was still the one out of control. It was my anger that made me shove him against the mirror.

"You want me to watch us?" he purred. "Lemme turn around."

"Just shut the fuck up and do what you're told," I ordered him.

He took me by surprise 'cause he actually obeyed, but I could see the amusement in his eyes. The whore was loving this, was almost laughing at my loss of control. So I furiously gave a yank on his pants and tugged the leather garment all the way down to his knees and over his boots. So of course the bitch slid his hand down his flat stomach until his fingers toyed with his balls. He drew his one knee up, nonchalantly resting his elbow as he continued to fondle himself while casting me a smug smile.

"Quit playing with yourself. That's my dick to play with."

"Whatever you say, Nikki."

"Uh huh. That's right, whatever I say."

He blew me a kiss.

"Hips up."

He placed his hands on the counter, widening his thighs as he cast me another cocky grin. I stepped forward and without warning, slid my finger up his tight hole. And man, nothing prepared me for being inside of him. Fuck, his flesh was so warm, snug and smooth. And while I began to thrust my finger, moving it in a slow, circular motion, I kept my gaze locked on his.

The desire was building in Vin, could see it in his brown gems. He broke the stare and closed his eyes. All I saw was dark, thick lashes. Out came his tongue as he licked at his lips and then he gave a sultry groan. He began to pump down on my finger, easily joining in the fucking. So I wrapped my hand around his cock and began to jerk him. His lids fluttered and he smiled. But this time there wasn't an ounce of smug satisfaction present. He was enjoying himself, liked having me finger his hole and play with his dick.

"Yeah, show me how bad you want it," I whispered.

A hiss as he rubbed his head against the mirror, still smiling while I watched his hips grind. "Faster, Nik."

Ooh, I rather liked hearing "Nik" coming from that pretty mouth. Nobody ever dared to call me Nik, but I sure loved hearing the name roll off Vin's tongue. And man, his tight hole was driving me insane. I withdrew and set his thighs over the bend in my arms, lifting him slightly so his ass was off the counter and in my face. Then I buried my lips between his buttocks, melting my mouth against his hole. Out came my tongue as I licked him from his taint all the way up his crack. And his purr told me he was loving what I was doing to his ass. His thighs tensed when he placed his palms on the counter so he could raise his hips and grind his cheeks against my face.

And lemme tell ya, this was not an easy feat showing Vin a good time. Now I knew why he was the master in the bedroom. I longed to fuck him, find any kind of release, but I kept licking at his crack and wiggled my tongue up his hole. Just hearing his sighs and gasps told me this guy loved having me feed him with nothing but pleasure.

Bitchily sweet. Yeah, my guess had been correct from the get-go. No longer was he an untamed cougar--just call him but a kitten, oh so playful and wanting a good petting and stroking. The tough-talking bitch vanished.

Hmm, the more I licked and wiggled my tongue up his ass, the tip of his dick began creaming with pre-cum, dripping down his shaft as he continued to moan and writhe.

"Nik. Nik," he gasped. "Nik, I need you."

That did me in. I never thought to hear him plead for my cock. So I drew him closer till just his palms were on the counter and his nice ass dangled in the air. I fumbled for the petroleum jelly we used to remove our stage make-up, trying to flip the lid open as I busied myself with his mouth, plunging my tongue between his lips so he could taste what I had feasted on. Then I lubed up my cock, made sure my dick had a nice good coating of the stuff. Yeah, Vin was a bitch, some would say show him no mercy, but this guy... man, he made me wanna handle with the utmost care.

I loved how his arms were draped around my shoulders, his legs still positioned over the bend in my elbows as I held his full weight. Such a small thing. And he never ceased with the kissing. Cripe, it was like the guy couldn't get enough of my touch and that made me all the more hotter and hornier.

I worked just my tip in first and stopped, taking the time to savor being inside this man. Fuck, he was so tight and warm. Christ, his smooth flesh had a death grip on my cock. Shoot, could barely get the shaft in as I pushed further up inside of him. His eyes were open and so were mine, both watching each other. Finally, I was deep inside of him and we smiled.

"Yeah," I softly groaned.

Vin couldn't wait. He tried to bounce on my dick with limited success since he was unable to control his thighs. So I gave him what he was demanding and started thrusting, forcing his inner-flesh to take all of me. His lips went straight for mine as we started exploring one another's mouths again. I bounced him with the bend of my arms, pumping good and deep up his tight hole. His sweet sighs and heavy pants were my undoing. I couldn't believe I managed self-control for this long. Shoot, we had all night to fuck. All I longed for was relief.

And why not give in to what my body was demanding? The bitch was spread out, had dick up his ass and was groaning with pleasure. I set him back on the counter so I could rut fast and hard between his thighs. He locked his legs around my hips, wiggling his ass, letting me know he wanted a furious fuck. I gladly obliged and worked my cock in a wounding manner till his inner-flesh was so stretched I could easily glide back and forth.

When the sultry feeling began clawing at my insides and Vin's heavy groans became screams, I knew I won the battle since he fully submitted to my touch. But, the war wasn't finished. And what a battle royal this would be.

Eh, enough thinking, and I let Vin's hole take me far from the dressing room.