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Axl’s POV
Axl heard muffled sounds through the thin walls of the hotel they were staying in. A crash, a tinkle, dull thumping’s, curses and what sounded distinctly like moans as a small thump-thump-thump hit the wall.
He sighed. He wanted, no scratch that, he needed a cigarette big time. Vanessa should have been back by now. He rolled onto his stomach and flipped the small television on. Nothing was on except the News . . .
The cooking channel was talking about a food dehydrator . . .
A Jewelry network was talking expensive rubies that were really cosmetic (You can tell they are, Axl thought). . .
Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck was on the Disney channel . . .
John Wayne was acting in a Spaghetti Western . . .
There was a Tank documentary on the History Channel . . .
Hard core porn featuring Traci Lords and Jenna Jameson. . .
Another Tank documentary on the Discovery channel that was even more boring than the first . . .
Axl began to feel himself start to nod off and pretty soon he was asleep.

"Axl, hey Axl . . ." Vanessa sighed. Her hands slid under the hem of Axl's t-shirt. "What am I going to do with you, huh baby?" Axl startled awake, disappointed that Vanessa wasn't really touching him. He noticed that it was morning and that she had a towel wrapped around her torso and that her hair was wet. "Seriously, Axl, you're always falling asleep. What the fuck were you watching anyway?"
Axl blinked stupidly and stretched, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as Vanessa sighed and started shifting through her suitcase for something to wear that day. He watched her get dressed in silence and when she was combing a pick through her wet hair, he smiled.
"Hey Vanessa . . ."
"Yeah?"
"Come here."
Vanessa lay down on the bed in front of him and sighed as she closed her eyes. Axl moved aside her shirt slightly and studied a bruise starting to form on her hip.
He sighed, thinking about how clumsy she often was. She probably bumped it on a table or something. "Vanessa . . ."
"Hmm?"
Axl tried to find the words. "I think-"
"I'm sleepy, too."
". . .Yeah, okay. Let's just go back to sleep, we don’t have a gig today anyway."

*Inspired by Velvet Revolver’s Slither
Vanessa’s POV
Vanessa knocked quietly on the door to Duff’s hotel room and the door opened to reveal a very sexy Duff McKagan with his shirt off and wearing his black, tight leather pants. His dirty blonde hair hung in wet waves down to his shoulders and she bit her lip as she gazed at him. She noticed his balcony led to the pool and that the patio door was open, letting in drafts of air that gently moved the sheer white curtains. Either he fell in the pool, just took a swim, or just took a shower. He raised an eyebrow and pulled her inside. “I need some smokes Duff.”
He grinned. “Vanessa, I only got three more and I don’t feel like going to the store at this time of night.” he said and she groaned. “I ain’t getting my ass beat to a pulp and my wallet stolen.”
“Well do you think I do?” she asked him as he got up and walked over to her. He took her head in his hands and tilted her head back so that he could kiss her.
“Forget the cigarettes for a moment will ya?”
“Duff I don’t know . . .” she said laughing a little and he grinned and whispered in her ear,
“Come with me and I’ll set you free,”
Vanessa closed her eyes as Duff’s mouth claimed hers in a passionate kiss. She loved how he immediately was so dominate and she moaned into his mouth as he pushed her up aganist the wall. While other men’s kisses were tepid at best, Duff’s were forceful and dominate yet pliable and tender at the same time. This was geyser hot, this was deliciously wet, this was sex with your clothes on!
This was Duff, and of course, he was always a good kisser. But like always, his kisses weren’t hardly enough. They were mere sensual premonitions of what was soon to come. They always made you want more.
They broke apart long enough for Duff to pull off his shirt before his lips were yet again on her skin, trailing down from her lips to her neck and down to her collarbone, finding all sorts of delicious spots on the way as his hands moved underneath her shirt to caress her waist gently. Her flesh broke out into goose bumps when she felt his cold hands on her warm waist but they quickly warmed up as his lips left a trail of fire in their wake. She pulled him back up to her and he obliged her, capturing and dominating her mouth once again with his.
Now he seemed like he was trying to devour her. His mouth was deliciously rough as it claimed hers and his tongue filled her and made love to hers in a way that made her breasts ache and heat pool between her already shaky, Jell-O-like legs in anticipation of what was soon to come.
She didn’t know that she was being lowered down until she felt the starchy cloth of the hotel double bed meet her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and when she felt cool drafts hit her sides and breasts, she knew he was lifting up her shirt until it was completely off her and laying on the floor beside the bed. He leaned on his hands above her for a moment, his eyes running over her half-naked body, the pupils of his beautiful brown eyes were dilated with lust and desire. Good Lord, how long had they been without being in each other’s embrace?
“You are so . . . beautiful Vanessa,” he breathed in a whisper and her whole body flushed red under his slowly roving gaze, her nipples hardening as he bent down, grasped one of her breasts gently and brought his lips to it before taking the dusky nipple into his mouth and flicking with his tongue. He grasped the other one gently and kneaded it with his callused hand.
She groaned and arched up aganist his hard body as he moved back up. She kissed him again as she worked her hands between them to run her hands up his smooth, rippled chest underneath his white linen shirt, giving his nipples special attention as well. He groaned into her mouth, bucking his hips aganist her groin and she felt the bulge that was straining aganist his leather pants. He worked off her skirt and panties and threw them over the side of the bed with her shirt.
She worked her hand down lower between them to run firmly over the bulge there and cupped it. He growled a primal growl that echoed throughout her body and she gently squeezed again. The second squeeze caused him to shift aganist her so that he was between her legs and he bucked a little aganist her. God how much he just wanted to plunge his hardness into her moist heat and hear his name on her lips instead of Axl’s for once . . .
Reaching between them again, she worked at undoing his belt. He lifted his hips to help her and she kissed him. He returned the fervency like a starving man finally finding food after finding nothing but starvation. She pushed his leather pants down his lean hips and he worked them off, desperate for them to be touching skin to skin. Duff didn’t care anything right now, all he cared about was the beautiful, naked angel writhing underneath him, and she needed his complete and undivided attention.
She wrapped her arms around his strong back as he plunged inside of her. She let out a moan as he buried his face in her hair and shoulder as he thrust inside her; the damn cheap hotel bed moving and thumping gently aganist the wall alongside his powerful thrusts.
She wrapped her legs around his lean waist, urging him deeper inside of her as he sat up and grabbed her waist with one hand as he worked his other hand between them and toyed with the small bundle of nerves between her legs. She moaned out and arched off the bed as he rolled it around like dough between his thumb and forefinger. Combined with the feel of him hard and ready inside her and the feel of him playing with her, tears started to go down her face in pleasure and he grinned in smug self-satisfaction.
“Do me Duff, do me harder than you ever have before,” she whispered and he grunted in pleasure as he pounded into her with such a ferocity, it amazed both of them that he didn’t break the damn cheap bed as he skillfully worked the small bundle of nerves between his fingers. His one hand gripped her waist so hard he knew he left a bruise but he didn’t care. He didn’t care if their manager, plus the other guys in the band heard them; he was so fucking close.
Not soon after that thought entered his mind, did he feel the familiar pulsating throb run throughout his body and up and down his member and he closed his eyes. Gods, he had wanted, pined and needed her for so long that he knew their climax would be so spectacular that he was afraid that they would both go through what the French called, la petite mort, ‘the little death’. Actually, he wouldn’t be surprised if they did!
When he was sure that he couldn’t hold off for much longer, he pressed his finger aganist her bundle and rubbed gently, shooting multiple bolts of pleasure up and down her spine. “Come on baby, scream my name . . .” he whispered, rubbing her gently and she whimpered again and closed her eyes. He closed his eyes and let out a small grunt as the pulsating throb in his cock became more rapid and more intense in pleasure. He felt her walls start to contract around him and he grinned again. “Come on, scream my name Vanessa, I’m not going to stop this torture until you do . . .” He pressed aganist her harder before, and in a fit of prolonging the experience, she suddenly rose up and latched on to him, kissing him passionately. He withdrew his hand and wrapped his arms around her back in surprise as he fell back off the bed and hit the floor with a loud ‘THUMP’ and a grunt of pain from him that the pleasure quickly overrode, and immediately changing the geography immensely.
He grinned as he grasped her waist and pounded up into her, hitting the same spot over and over again until one final pound brought her over the edge and into a whirlwind of fiery ecstasy.
She threw her head back and moaned out his name before she let out a loud moan of pleasure that joined his as they both reached an earth-shattering climax. She milked him to the last drop before Vanessa, trembling with tiredness and her brain fogged with the leftover residues of pleasure, fell on her hands over him. She didn’t last long on her arms either however, for a couple of seconds later, she, still trembling, lay gently on top of him.
He gently moved her off him and picked her up where he stumbled back over to the bed and fell back on it. He gently picked her up again, made down the already messy bed and slipped both of them inside, laying on top of her gently. Vanessa, feeling his comfortable weight on top of her as she lay there under him, limp as a wet noddle and tired from the amazing orgasm he had just given her; wanted nothing more but to fall asleep under him. He kissed her lovingly and she smiled lazily and kissed him back.
They lay there kissing for a few moments before she felt him shift slightly and gently enter her again where he started to move more slowly. His hands were in her hair, cradling her head as he kissed her languidly, keeping rhythm with her hips. They broke apart and their breath came out in short puffs of air as Vanessa’s hands moved to Duff’s strong neck.
She quickly caught onto his rhythm and began to meet him at every thrust. Wrapping her legs around his waist; she rocked in time with him. After only a few short minutes she could feel her orgasm threatening to hit yet again but she willed herself to stop it. She never wanted this to end. She wanted to savor him, just like this, with him on top of her, deep inside of her for the second time that evening. Soon, his breathing became ragged and his thrusts slowed slightly.
“I’m close Vanessa,” he whispered into her ear and she nodded.
“Yeah, me too Duff,” she responded breathlessly.
“I’ll pull out-”
“No, please don’t! Stop, Duff. Please don’t pull out, I don’t think I could take it if you did . . .” she begged breathlessly. “I would have no choice but to hurt you and rather brutally I might add,”
“You’re sure Vanessa?” he asked, slightly surprised by her decision, for they hadn’t used protection. Come to think of it, they hadn’t used protection five minutes ago the first time.
“I’m sure.”
He quickened his thrusts and still, she willed him to go faster. “Harder baby,” she whimpered breathlessly and he thrust, harder and deeper. He could feel her walls closing tightly around him, she was so close.
“Vanessa . . .” he moaned out.
“Duff . . .”
“I’m gonna make you come baby,” he whispered to her without a doubt.
“Please do. . .” she begged.
A few more quick, hard thrusts and her climax hit her with a vigorous force. She shuddered and moaned loudly underneath him. This brought him closer. He thrust inside her, unevenly, causing her to whimper slightly. And just as she was coming down off of her orgasm, Duff’s hit him like a speeding, oncoming train.
They broke apart and she heard him let out a small grunt as he pulled out of her and fell gently on top of her yet again. He worked his arms underneath her and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Her arms were wrapped around his back, her nails raking gently over his skin and she closed her sleep heavy eyes, for she was being lulled to sleep by the gentle kisses he pressed to her neck, throat and shoulders.
“Mmm, that was so good Duff,” she whispered lazily, a small smile on her face and he grinned around the kisses.
“Damn girl, you knew it would,” he replied breathlessly and she laughed as he rolled off her and pulled her in his arms. She leaned up and planted a kiss on his neck at the spot on his jugular that he loved so much.
“I love you Duff,” Being lulled to sleep by the silent, even breathing of Duff, the beating of his strong heart, his seed still moving in her womb, and the feel of his fingers brushing through her locks and down her arm over and over again; she closed her eyes and fell into a deep, undisturbed sleep, their legs still entwined together.
“I love you too Vanessa,” she heard him whisper before they both fell into a deep, dreamless asleep.

Vanessa awoke that morning and looked around sleepily for a few moments before she suddenly bolted awake. “Shit!” she hissed as she jumped up and started pulling her clothes on.
She couldn’t find her shirt and looked around desperately. She swore to herself when she saw that an outermost molecule of her shirt was stuck underneath Duff’s pillow. She looked away, debating. In order to get it, she would have to lean over him, too risky. Could she get away with walking into the hotel room without her shirt on? No, that was even riskier. How could she explain walking in without her shirt on if Axl was up?
She groaned a little and crawled on the bed. She sat on her haunches for a minute before outstretching a hand towards the shirt. All of a sudden, Duff grabbed her arm and pulled her down on top of him. She laughed a little as he looked up at her with an eyebrow raised. He took her by her thigh and slid her onto him, to where she was sitting on top of him.
Dammit, why didn’t she remember that Duff never slept deeply in his life, no matter how could the previous night’s sex was?
“Looking for this Vanessa?” he asked, glancing at the shirt as he took it and observed it. She rolled her eyes and groaned.
“Duff give me shirt!” she said, laughing and he held it out of her reach.
“Why? I like you without your shirt on,” he said and she looked at him. He smirked and threw it away from them as she rolled her eyes.
“Nice, really mature Duff,” she said, moving to get off him but he held her on him.
“Hey, hey, hey, I didn’t mean it like that,” he said quietly, sitting up to wrap his arms around her and he kissed her lovingly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
“I got to go,” she whispered and he held her tighter.
“No, don’t go.” he begged and she grinned.
“I have to go back and take a shower so I can clean your sweat off me before Axl gets up,” she said and he grinned.
“Why, I like my sweat on you,” he replied as he nuzzled her neck lovingly and she grinned and kissed him lightly.
“Well you know, some people may not.” she answered and he hugged her to him.
“I love you Vanessa. I wasn’t lying last night when I said I did,” he whispered and she grinned and looked at him. She gave him a peck on the lips before getting off him, going to retrieve her shirt and walking to the door. He fallowed her there and she turned around.
“I love you too Duff,” she said quickly before she grasped the doorknob behind her and slipped outside, closing the door silently behind her.