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Nikki watched Guns n' Roses from the side of the stage. They were loud, full of energy, and held the crowd in the palms of their hands. Nikki smiled with satisfaction. They were a damn fine opening act. Axl shimmied around like the glam-metal god he was, in a pair of tight pink leather pants, while the rest of the band wailed away like maniacs. It was Slash who caught his eye though. Slash, the coolest of them all, shirtless and sweaty, bracelets glinting as he bent the strings of his Les Paul and made it sing sweeter than Nikki had ever heard. Nikki wondered for an instant what it would be like to be that guitar, pressed against Slash's heat, with Slash's fingers moving up and down and producing that ecstatic wail. Nikki shook himself out of his reverie. What the fuck was in those pills he had just taken? Damn.

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Slash didn't know why he was knocking on Nikki's door. Axl had him so pissed off right now, he couldn't think straight.

Guns n' Roses had been partying after the show in Tommy's hotel room, high on various substances, when Axl lit into him.

"Slash, man...you know you really sucked tonight."

The throng of wide-eyed groupies and various members of G n' R and Motley Crue turned to Slash, waiting for his reaction. Slash glared at Axl. What the fuck was he doing, ripping into him in front of everybody?

Axl continued. "You really should learn to play in tune; that would really help us out."

Slash's face flushed with anger.

"You're not in a fucking high school garage band."

Slash opened his mouth to reply to the patronising bastard. He wasn't sure exactly what was about to come out, but he wasn't going to let Axl ridicule him like that.

Vince had quietly watched all this trouble brewing. If those two kept on like that, they were going to put a serious damper on his high and ruin the party to boot. He leaned over to Axl and whispered, "Why don't you sort that shit out later, Axl, and come try some of this new shit we got today. It'll be worth it, trust me." Axl momentarily forgot about Slash and began questioning Vince about the drugs. Slash turned quickly and stormed out. Who did Axl think he was? Fuck that little fucker. Before Slash knew where his legs were taking him, he found himself pounding on Nikki Sixx's door.

Nikki rolled himself out of the bed where he lay watching some dull cable program. If he had wanted to be bothered, he would have stayed at Tommy's party. After the show, Nikki had made it a point to avoid everyone, especially Slash, at least until the pills had worn off. But whatever the knock was could possibly be important.

Nikki opened the door to find Slash standing there, fists clenched, quickened breaths puffing strands of dark curly hair away from his face. Slash was somewhat surprised to see Nikki. Then he realized where he had unwittingly ventured and the reason why.

All throughout that night's show, Nikki had been watching from the side of the stage in his leather gear and makeup. Motley Crue were the headliners, and every time Slash glanced over to the side his mind wandered. Nikki looked fantastic, so rock 'n' roll, so ripped and raunchy and filled to the brim with sex. And it had felt like Nikki had been watching him. So maybe Axl was right. Maybe Slash did fuck up a few notes here and there. Maybe that's why Slash was finding it so hard to keep his cool this time-- he didn't want to admit that Axl's bitching was justified. So what was he doing at Nikki's door? Was he going to give him hell for looking so damn sexy Slash couldn't concentrate on his playing?

"Slash." A shirtless Nikki said. "What's happening?" He pushed wet spikes of dark hair away from his face. He appeared to have just gotten out of the shower.

"Fucking Axl pissed me off, so I left that stupid fucking party."

Nikki gestured for Slash to come in. "Watch that boring shit for a while. You'll simmer down." Maybe the pills had worn off by now. And he didn't want Slash to think he was an asshole-- he did like the guy. No harm in watching a little TV together anyway.

Slash sat down heavily on the bed. Some guy on the TV was cutting some soda cans in half with a big knife. Slash watched for a few seconds, then let his eyes unfocus as he thought about that whiny prick Axl. "Axl...dipshit..." he muttered, replaying the night's scene in his head. "He can go to hell," Slash said, loudly this time, causing Nikki to stir from the other side of the bed.

"Aw, shut up Slash, you just need to get laid." Nikki tossed back the last few ounces of beer and threw the empty can towards the wastebasket.

Slash turned and gave Nikki an irritated look. Not that Nikki could decipher it from behind Slash's hair. "I don't know why I even came up here." Slash shook his head and got up to leave. Nikki quickly lunged across the bed and grabbed Slash's arm.

"I know why." Slash started to jerk away, but the look in Nikki's eyes left him rooted to the spot. Nikki rose to his knees on the bed and slid one arm around Slash's waist. He took a moment to brush the hair out of Slash's face. Slash's eyes were filled with apprehension-- he almost looked innocent. His bottom lip even quivered a little. Nikki found this irresistible. He abruptly pressed his lips to Slash's own, parting them and savoring the fullness of that bottom lip, tasting the mixture of alcohol and cigarettes, feeling the texture of Slash's tongue as it came to life and eagerly wrestled with his own. Nikki slowly pulled away. "Was I right?"

Slash nodded silently. Fuck. Had he been that obvious? Sure, maybe he'd hung around Nikki most of the time the two bands were together, but that was no reason for Nikki to suspect Slash was attracted to him. And now, since he hadn't been able to contain himself, allowing Nikki to feel his desire through his frantically returned kiss, Slash knew there was no way he could deny it. Slash's gaze darted nervously around the room, observing the pile of beer cans on the floor around the wastebasket. Nikki's just drunk, Slash thought. He's trashed. That explains it.

And indeed, Nikki was drunk. But part of him was sober enough to realize that his desire was not simply drug-induced. It was real, and being fueled by Slash's body heat and the residual tingles in his lips from Slash's wild kiss. He busily played with the cording of Slash's lace-up fly. It was too complicated, Nikki decided, so he simply jammed his fingers in between the laces. Slash, distracted by his thoughts no longer, reached down and grabbed Nikki's fingers. Nikki smiled devilishly. He leaned into Slash's face and fastened his lips below Slash's jaw. He could feel Slash's racing pulse under his lips and he found himself seriously aroused by the thought of all that warm, red blood pumping just below the skin. He wanted to taste it. Nikki slid his tongue down Slash's neck, feeling the muscles quiver under each velvety stroke. He stopped at Slash's shoulder and began to suck. Slash gasped with surprise and pleasure as he felt Nikki's teeth push into his flesh. Nikki stopped just short of breaking the skin, leaving Slash gasping and twitching against him.

Nikki pushed closer to Slash's lean chest, feeling the heat and the dampness through Slash's t-shirt to Nikki's own bare skin. He lifted it up in the back and placed his hands just above Slash's waist. Slash was really sweating now, and as Nikki slid his hands up Slash's spine he felt the tension building under his touch in those strong muscles. Nikki removed the shirt and tossed it behind him, watching as Slash's beautiful, silky curls bounced back onto his shoulders. Nikki took a moment to marvel at the delicious color of Slash's skin: a darker, richer brown than his own. Slash shivered under Nikki's gaze. So full of lust!

"Slash?" Nikki placed his hand on Slash's cheek.

As Slash looked into Nikki's eyes, he felt his fear begin to melt away. He smiled and climbed up onto the bed, eye to eye with Nikki. "Nikki..." he whispered, leaning closer to Nikki's ear. "You are so fucking sexy." He roughly pushed Nikki down onto the bed and unfastened the fly of Nikki's tight jeans. He peeled them off slowly, exposing Nikki's naked skin inch by inch.

Nikki was thoroughly surprised. He'd expected Slash to be shy, uncertain. Slash climbed on to Nikki's naked body and kissed him, letting the weight of his own body push Nikki's into the mattress. Nikki's erection rubbed against Slash's belly as Nikki squirmed underneath him. Slash kissed Nikki again, harder than the first time, pulling Nikki's tongue into his mouth and sucking on it. Then he finally pulled away, leaving Nikki gasping and dizzy. Before Nikki could catch his breath, he felt Slash's mouth on his neck. The heat was unbearable, and as Slash worked his way down, the cool air hit Nikki's wet skin and made him shiver. "Slash..."

Slash began stroking Nikki's smooth abdomen. Nikki's body was absolutely beautiful-- he didn't want to take his hands off of it. Slash's hair tickled Nikki's chest as he bent his head down and began circling a nipple with his tongue. Nikki watched the gentle motion of Slash's head as he licked and sucked. He couldn't resist stroking Slash's unruly hair, enjoying the little tingles of pleasure that flowed throughout his body. Slash moved from one nipple to the other while his hand ventured downward to Nikki's navel, then to the smooth flesh of his inner thigh. After some time he moved back up to kiss Nikki, letting the palm of his hand slide over Nikki's flank. Nikki groaned. "Prickteaser."

Slash grinned at him and rolled off, quickly reaching for his own fly. Nikki watched with growing desire as Slash revealed his magnificent cock. Nikki sat up and then practically tackled Slash, pinning him to the bed and grinding his hips against Slash's swollen member. He began to suck at the tender area of Slash's shoulder, where he'd marked him earlier. Nikki, eyes shut, heard Slash's ragged intake of breath and felt Slash's hips buck involuntarily. Nikki rubbed his body along Slash's, now stuck together with sweat and each other's wetness. As he moved he stifled Slash's moan with a hot kiss. He pushed Slash's hair away from his face yet again and looked into Slash's eyes. Honey-brown stared back at him, glazed with desire. "Nikki...I want your cock," Slash whispered.

"Really." Nikki replied, grinding into Slash once more. Slash's fingers tightened their grip on Nikki's shoulders in response, sliding down the length of Nikki's firm back and finally coming to rest on Nikki's buttocks. He squeezed, kneaded the flesh gently, and felt Nikki push his cock harder against Slash's inner thigh. "I know you're a fucking virgin." Nikki said matter-of-factly. Slash shrugged as best he could under Nikki's weight.

"That turn you on?"

"Hell yeah," Nikki said, sliding his hand down Slash's sweaty torso and through the wiry black hair that surrounded Slash's cock. He circled the base with his long, callused fingers, enjoying Slash's moans as he began stroking the length. He chuckled softly. "Nikki Sixx deflowers another drunk virgin."

Nikki growled and, taking Slash by surprise, caught Slash's wrists and held them down to the pillow above his head. He kissed him roughly, biting Slash's lower lip, grinding it between his teeth, making the flesh hot and raw. He shifted his grip on Slash's wrists to free one hand, which he slowly ran down Slash's abdomen to the base of his penis. He stroked the shaft lightly with one finger, enjoying the way Slash writhed against him.

Slash felt his skin become hotter everywhere Nikki touched him. All he could think about were Nikki's torturous caresses, his nerve endings begging to feel all of Nikki everywhere, and the almost painful spikes of pleasure in his nipples when Nikki's chest rubbed against them. Then all at once Nikki withdrew, removing his hands and pulling his body away. Slash moaned and reached for Nikki, opening his eyes as he did so.

Nikki waited for Slash to make eye contact with him, and positioned himself on his hands and knees between Slash's legs. Before Slash could brace himself, Nikki's tongue lightly touched the head of Slash's cock. Slash moaned as Nikki held his hips to the mattress, restraining him from thrusting to meet Nikki's warm mouth. Nikki licked up and down the sides of Slash's shaft, applying almost no pressure at all. Finally Nikki got what he was waiting for: Slash's fingers twisting in his hair and pushing his head down. It was all the invitation he needed to take Slash's cock in his mouth and suck, stroking Slash's taut thighs as he did so. Slash moaned loudly as he felt the length of his cock plunge down Nikki's throat. Nikki remained still for a few moments, gauging how close Slash was to climax. Too close. He pulled away slowly, licking from base to tip as he did so, watching Slash shudder at the loss of friction.

Slash panted as Nikki crawled up beside him. "What are you doing?" Slash asked between gasps.

"I'm giving you what you want," Nikki replied, stroking Slash's balls, letting his finger venture underneath to the opening of Slash's ass.

Slash wrapped his arm over Nikki's shoulder, twining his fingers through Nikki's still-damp hair. He kissed him gently, concentrating on the sensations Nikki's probing finger produced, letting his lips convey his pleasure. He felt Nikki's slick finger sliding in deeper, sliding out, then two fingers. It felt better than he'd imagined. Slash's tongue mirrored Nikki's actions, sliding deep into Nikki's mouth, over his tongue, and then out again.

Nikki was astounded at Slash's responsiveness. He couldn't remember ever being more turned on by the simple act of kissing. His cock throbbed almost painfully against Slash's hip. "Are you ready, Slash?"

Nikki flashed a smile that made Slash's heart leap in anticipation. Slash's dark eyes stared directly into Nikki's. "I'm ready."

Nikki rolled onto his back and took a handful of Slash's hair, guiding Slash's head down to his cock. "Make me wet."

Slash eagerly obliged, taking Nikki's cock into his mouth and licking it hungrily. Nikki pulled him up gently as he found himself coming close to orgasm. "I'm going to fuck you now," Nikki whispered into Slash's ear.

Slash licked Nikki's lips in response, then positioned himself on all fours on the bed, muscles twitching in anticipation. Nikki ran his fingers through Slash's soft ringlets, then down his spine, and finally between Slash's buttocks, all the way to the moist hole that begged for Nikki's cock. Slash thrust his ass in Nikki's direction, demanding to be penetrated. Nikki caressed Slash's backside, admiring the firmness, while Slash moaned at his every touch. Nikki wrapped a strong arm around Slash's waist and pressed the head of his cock against the opening. He pushed gently.

Slash moaned as he felt Nikki slide inside of him. The friction was intense. He winced as Nikki slowly filled him. Nikki kept still a few moments as he moved his hand down to Slash's cock and began to pump steadily, allowing Slash to get used to the unfamiliar sensations. Slash felt himself relax, and then finally began grinding his ass back into Nikki's hips. The discomfort was fading fast, only to be replaced by waves of erotic ecstasy as Nikki began thrusting in a steady rhythm. Nikki stroked Slash's cock in time with his thrusting, increasing Slash's moans and throaty sighs. Nikki listened to Slash pant his name, feeling an incredible rush of electricity every time Slash's ass rubbed against him.

Nikki thrust harder into the white heat that enveloped his cock. Slash's ass was tight, just the way he liked it. He shifted his thrusts ever so slightly, making contact with the spot he knew would send Slash over the edge. Slash arched his back involuntarily and rammed his ass back. "Fuck...Nikki...do it again!"

"Oh, you like this, do you?" Nikki's voice was heavy with lust as he squeezed Slash's cock and massaged the spot again.

"Oh, fuck! Nikki...fuck yeah!" Slash screamed as his vision blurred. The wild thrusting in his ass and the tight grip on his cock were the only sensations his mind could wrap around.

The moans that Nikki found so erotic were coming quickly now and the rapid contractions around his cock were driving him over the edge. Slash was close, and Nikki almost came himself anticipating what it would feel like when Slash had his orgasm. He didn't have to imagine for long. "Ohhh...Nikki!" Slash's legs nearly gave out with the release. Nikki steadied him and wrapped his hand around the head of Slash's cock, letting the creamy warmth coat his fingers. He continued to stroke Slash's dick with his hand as he rocked into Slash one last time, tensing as he climaxed deep into the warmth.

They collapsed onto the bed still joined, and laid there together until the pleasure subsided and their breathing returned to normal. Slash pulled away from Nikki and rolled over to face him. He kissed Nikki lightly on the lips, brushing the strands of hair away where they clung to Nikki's face with sweat. Nikki marveled at Slash's glistening bronze skin and the look of utter bliss on Slash's face. He chuckled softly. "So beautiful." He pulled Slash close to him and buried his nose in Slash's hair, inhaling the intoxicating scent of shampoo. Slash smiled against Nikki's neck and snuggled tighter.

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