(REQUESTS CLOSED) Gay Motley Crue Oneshots Part 2

Can You Die Twice?(Terrorcest)(Almost Smut)

There's something terribly wrong with Tommy, Nikki knows it. Terror Twins' intuition the bassist likes to call it. The two always know when something's up, one never far behind the other. Always wreaking havoc and raising hell, the two glamorous men are practically joined at the hip.

So of course Nikki notices his drummer's strange behavior. It was so....starkly different to Lee's usual bubbly, childlike personality. In fact, Tommy seems anxious, secretive. Sixx could almost call it reclusive.

The raven sets his near-finished bottle of Jack on the table beside him, letting out a sigh. He stares at Tommy's bedroom door, which is no doubt shut and locked as it had been for weeks now. What the hell was going on in there to the point that his best friend locked himself away? What the fuck did Tommy think he had the right to hide from him?

The elder Terror Twin's black painted nails dig into the taut leather of his leather pants, a mixture of hurt and anger churning within him. Part of him wants to storm up to the door and bang on it, screaming at the damn kid for abandoning him. He swallows the lump in his throat down, the other part wanting to cry like he hasn't in years at the thought of being left all alone. Fuck that, he doesn't do feelings. Nikki audibly growls as he shoves the sentimental thoughts to the back of his mind.

Sixx pushes himself to his feet, opting for the former side of his slightly buzzed brain. He stomps up to his bandmate's door, platform boots thundering over the wooden floor. He adds to his rudimentary drum solo by banging a strong fist on the door," Tommy! Open the fuck up! I'm damn sick and tired of this moody teenager game you've been pulling!"

His racket is answered only by a soft, wet-sounding whimper. Sixx falls silent and so does Tommy. The air is thick as margarine, unspoken tension. Curiosity is getting the better of Nikki, wondering what Tommy had been doing to make such a sound. He stays perfectly still, ear pressed against the door until he's sure Tommy believes he's left.

Boy, does the kid believe it. Nikki is startled by the sound of soft, wet slaps starting up, followed by Tommy's deep, guttural groan of his name. Yet his voice sounds layered, lower than normal. It sounded...demonic. The slapping gets louder, feral growls that no human should be able to produce spilling from the drummer. The lewd sounds send a buzz to Nikki's brain and blood to his cock.

"Ahh...nngh...mmgh...ugh...ggr...Nikki...Nikki...good little...ugh," Tommy rumbles and groans, voice filled with dangerous lust. Nikki's hips are bucking against nothing in rhythm with his terror twin's sinful words. His hole is thumping, cock pulsing as he envisions Lee's impressive manhood sliding in his rather large ass. There's nothing touching him, he's just rocking and dreaming about to climax in his pants like a damn teenager. Oh, the things his Tommy does to him. If only the drummer could see him, a plump, tight ass waiting to be filled up.

He becomes immersed in his daydream, so much so he doesn't hear the creak of the bed, doesn't hear the footsteps, doesn't hear the door open.

But he does feel the crack of a whip against his ass, sharp and stinging even through his leathers. He gasps, eyes blown wide as stars dance before him," Holy fuck, T!" He tires turning to face Lee but the taller man slams his chest back into the wall growling in his ear," Disrespectful slut. Such a freak aren'tcha?" He chuckles that hellish chuckle of his, full lips grazing Nikki's reddening ears. Yes, Sixx is blushing that hard.

"T-Tommy, what're you fuckin-," He cuts himself off with a scream as his ass is struck again, harder this time. It feels amazing, spasms coursing through his bones, his heart refusing to beat for just a split second.

The drummer's long arms slither around his waist and Nikki can feel a huge erection pressing to the crack of his ass. He moans rolling his hips, feeling Tommy's privates against his rear. He can't think of anything but the feeling of being filled.