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Don't Go Away Mad (Just Go Away)

I had barely a recollection of fucking Stephen in the bathroom, and seeing how I was piss drunk, I left him in charge. He was digging around in my jacket, fishing for the apartment keys. And while we made out, he managed to get the door open as we stumbled through the entranceway. We staggered to the bedroom while copping feels and kissing. After almost downing a full bottle of Jack, I could not achieve balance on my own, so I tipped over and fell on the bed. My body moved with the waves of water within the mattress as I ran my fingers along the black, silk sheets. Fuck, reality slapped at me since I specifically set up the bedroom in this manner for Vinnie. I looked to the dresser, not aware Stephen was undressing.

It would just be me from here on in: my black, sheer curtains, my fur blanket, my antique lamps with the black bulbs...I gazed at the many books piled on top of the bureau since I'd recently taken an interest in Satanism. Vin loathed my new hobby, even called me sick in the head, but he never once told me to get rid of the black witchcraft paraphernalia.

While Stephen gave a tug on my leather pants and removed my boots, all I could do was sigh since I knew all along it would end this way. Guess we were too young to fall in love. Life was about to begin for us now that we had a record deal.

We were walkin' through some youth
Smilin' through some pain
That's alright, that's okay
Let's turn the page

"Uh, Sixx. I'm right here," Stephen snapped, totally annoyed.

I was annoyed too. Vin fully understood I wrote lyrics in my head during the most inappropriate times, and he never gave two shits if he didn't have my undivided attention; the slut would just keep riding my cock while watching his lean, California body in the full-length mirror. In some ways, we complimented one another. I was too busy being some insane creative artist while he was an egotistical bitch who got off gazing at himself. We were both self-centered.

And just what the fuck was Stephen's problem? "Yeah, I know you're about to climb on my dick. So shut up and get on."

Stephen looked as if he'd protest, but he thought otherwise. I tucked my hands under my head, staring at his spread legs as he slowly slid down on my dick. Hot. His lean, lightly tanned skin and the way the shadows played off his sinewy muscles - couldn't find one fault. Now I knew why girls and guys killed to have this dude in their bed. He wasn't no pretty boy. Those looks were quite masculine, very handsome. Even his voice was deep, a scratchy growl. Yeah, there was something so animalistic about this guy, sorta reminded me of a cougar stalking its prey. Wait, scratch out cougar. He wasn't dangerous in a predatory manner. Snake. That's it. He had this way of slithering about. Could even see him laced around the tree in the Garden of Eden, sneering at Adam and Eve, coaxing them into biting the apple, all for his amusement. There we go. Now I had him summed up properly: sneaky and manipulative, but also tempting enough to touch.

And since Satan was the copperhead's boss, we all knew who was in charge right now. So of course I rolled him over. He held his breath, staring at me, even looked slightly fearful. I motioned with my eyes, telling him to jerk his own dick. He obeyed, locking his fingers around his shaft as he fondled the slippery tip with his thumb. I buried my hands in the sheets for support while I tucked my calves under my thighs. A glance down and I stared at my cock half-buried up his ass.

"Jerk it," I coolly ordered.

He did and his hand began to pump up and down. Satisfied, I slowly began to thrust. My stabs were deep and languid, pushing against the tight skin that surrounded my dick, burying myself to the point where I touched the bend in his hole. Stephen winced, but he didn't dare protest. I could tell he liked the pain since his pre-cum was rather heavy, the warm, sticky seed dripping all over his smooth stomach. His hips began to rock and his muscles tightened. So I picked up my pace, and my thrusts became sharp, wounding pumps. A snicker. Come morning he'd be mighty sore, but it would be a nice sore, the kind one doesn't forget.

I rather liked Stephen's loss of control, the way he thrashed and writhed in the sheets. His moans and gasps filled the room. His breathing increased as he panted for air. Up came his legs so I placed my hands on the back of his thighs and forced his feet over his head. Uh huh, he was good and spread. Totally at my mercy.

Hot. What a masochistic little bastard. I could easily see this guy taking pleasure in the most cruellest pain. His dark looks suited him, complimented his dark soul. I knew if I shackled him to the bed and whipped his ass, he'd love it. Would probably beg for more.

Hmm, if I tried this with Vin, he'd be fighting me every step of the way, screaming in protest. It turned me on, the way Stephen bowed down to the malicious cruelty that lurked in me. If I slapped him across the face, he'd be all for that too.

And it was those thoughts that made my body burn with excitement. I couldn't help but cum.

***
Morning. Or was it? I heard the apartment door open and slam shut. Heels clicked against the floor and within a few seconds a voice carried into the bedroom.

"Yeah, thanks, man. I appreciate it. I just gotta pack my shit and I'll be over. Later," Vin said and hung up the phone.

I rolled over just as Vince entered the room. He was unfazed, not the least bit shocked. His brown eyes were without emotion. I think he suspected what I'd been up to last night, or maybe someone told him what went down at the Rainbow, because a few drunkards had wandered into the bathroom when I'd been fucking Stephen against the sink. Just then you-know-who woke, but he kept silent.

Vince opened the closet doors and lugged out two suitcases, setting them at the foot of the bed. Then he began yanking his clothes from the hangers, tossing the garments over his shoulder while still ignoring us.

Well, I sure wasn't gonna speak first. And it took all of my self-control to keep my mouth shut. And I knew Vin's pride would not allow him to make a scene in front of his rival.

The clothes were piled in the suitcase and Vin shut the tops, fastening the locks. He tucked one under his arm and laced his fingers around the handle, drawing the second off the bed. Without even a backward glance, he left the room. More heels clicking. The door opened and shut. He was gone.

We were walkin' through some youth
Smilin' through some pain
That's alright, that's okay
Let's turn the page

I ignored my naked state of undress and stumbled from the bedroom, making a beeline for the balcony. It was a typical California day, sun shining bright. The traffic was already heavy and I glanced down. Vin was on the sidewalk with his thumb out. Pain. Finally, I could see emotion in his eyes. Yup, he was not a happy camper. Standing there, the luggage on either side of him, looking so small and forlorn, I wanted to call out his name, but I didn't.

Less than a minute later, he hooked a ride. Five girls in a convertible pulled over. I watched Vin jump in the back, planting himself between two chicks. Up went his arms, casually resting around each hottie. Laughter. Could even hear voices, maybe introductions being tossed around. Then the car rolled away from the curb, heading down the street. I kept my eyes locked on Vin's platinum head until the vehicle vanished from sight.

He didn't go away mad. He just went away.

***
A week later at Elektra...

Tom rolled his eyes. "Sixx, you don't understand. Elektra signed with the knowledge it would be you, Mick, Tommy and Vince. If you dare bring in a new singer.... It won't fly. Not a chance. That contract--"

"It doesn't matter," I mumbled. "Stephen wants to remain in Ratt. They're shopping their demo around."

"Has anyone talked to Vince?"

"Nope."

Tom took a deep breath, tapping his pen on the desk. "I suppose you don't know where he is?"

"Nope."

"All right, I'll try and track him down. Elektra wants him to redo his vocals ASAP. Gimme two days and I'm sure I'll pinpoint his location."

I rose from the chair. Man, this was nuts. We'd have to work together. Even worse, I still had Stephen at my apartment.