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Sunset love ch. 6: Inside

AN: Welcome back! I've been working on this part for a while... here it is.

Slash felt Axl's weight lifting off his chest. His knees were pushed up and back towards his ears. Axl's hands moved feather-light down Slash's thighs to his ass. Discomfort flashed through Slash as his ass cheeks spread. He had never felt so exposed before.

"I'm spitting, OK?" came Axl's throaty whisper. Slash nodded again. A slick, wet finger pressed to his opening and he whimpered involuntarily.

"Is this OK?" said Axl, pausing.

Christ, his concern was so arousing. Slash nodded again and the finger pressed in, inside his body, farther in now, creating pressure deep in his groin and at his lower back that was so alien, so strange, but... good. Axl slid his finger out a little only to push into Slash's hole again, this time with two fingers. Slash jerked with a jolt of pain as his ass stretched inside. Axl's breath was at his ear.

"Good pain?"

"I - don't know," Slash whispered back. His fingers were clamped to Axl's back and his head rested against his sweat-slicked chest. "Try again."

The pressure came again, slowly, so slowly. Slash felt Axl's finger press into him again. It hurt and he flinched. Axl instantly pulled out.

"Sorry, I - " said Slash, flushing inwardly. He cursed himself. He had said he wanted it, now he was wasn't sure.

"Hold on," whispered Axl. Slash felt him kneel up again and push himself off. Slash frowned. Had he ruined it?

Slash heard rummaging - it sounded like fabric. Then Axl was back, his mouth over Slash's again, hot breath in his face.

"I got this earlier," came the deep voice. "Lube."

Slash slowly understood.

"I - I was hoping, you know..." said Axl, then trailed off. Slash flushed, this time with pleasure. Axl  had gone to the trouble - and embarrassment - of getting lube. He really wanted to be with him.

"It's OK," whispered back Slash, his hand reaching for Axl's face. "I - want to."

More rustling, then pressure again. Axl's fingers were much smoother this time. They slipped inside him, still slowly. Slash gasped. It was - it was still weird but... good.

"Better?" said Axl, pausing.

Slash nodded, biting his lips together. He felt Axl's fingers push farther inside him, then curl. The most intense sensation he had ever experienced shot through his body. He gasped and jerked his head up.

"You like that, baby?"

Axl's voice was deeper than ever, arousal reverberating in every syllable. Slash could barely nod.

"I'm going to push in now, OK?"

Slash nodded again. He felt a release of pressure as Axl withdrew his fingers, then stroke more lube around and inside his entrance. Axl moved his hands and supported himself on them, his hair hanging into Slash's face.

Slash felt intense pressure at his hole as Axl pushed into him again but this was different, so different, in such a fucking good way. A whole new sensation invaded him and Slash braced himself with his elbows, pulling his knees up more and raising his hips to meet Axl's, which were grinding against his crotch now, plunging deeper into him. A little pain again but Slash thrust himself forward some more, chasing the incredible pleasure from a few moments before. Axl moaned in delight at Slash's response and thrust forward again and again. He felt Axl's cock pulsate inside him. He pressed his face into Axl's, the other man's hot breath in his mouth, their foreheads together, and he thought he would die of intimacy.

Axl's body began to shudder and Slash realised Axl was losing control, that his hips were pushing on their own now. The shuddering grew faster and the thrusting harder. Finally,  Axl slammed into him, their skin melded together, hot, wet bursts shooting deep inside him as Axl collapsed on top of him, whispering in his ear in an otherworldly voice, "Slash, oh fuck, oh Slash, Slash..."

Hands, hair, mouths, lips, legs, skin, sweat...

Slash let his whole body fall back, Axl on top of him, and knew he never wanted to let this feeling go.

AN: Hope you liked this part! It's a new phase for the characters now, I'm not quite sure where they will go next... xxx

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As an addition to the goth/post-punk/alt band masterpost, here’s a list of bands featuring members of color. Most are influential, others new discoveries or future freak gods. Thanks to research and helpful readers, here’s a bit of sick sound suitable for all taste buds:

Goth, dark or industrial:

Creature Feature - Erik X is an evil composer and organ player with a special gift for raising the dead.

Plastique Noir -the Brazilian band that made the song “Empty Streets” that’s just too dark to handle.

O. Children - contrary to popular belief, Tobi O’Kandi is not, in fact, a black reincarnation of Ian Curtis.

Thrill Kill Kult - sick industrial band with several poc members.

Glorious Din

Android Lust - Shikhee is Bangladeshi, and she makes some of the best industrial music ever heard.

She Past Away

13th Moon

Malice Mizer and Moi Dix Mois

Phaidia

Corrupted - awesome japanese doom/sludge band that are considered super influential in the scene.

Light Asylum - heavy dark synth primarily. It’s really fun and the front singer HAS A MIGHTY POWER.

Plastic Zooms

Hocico

Crowd Pleaser

Angelspit

Punk, hardcore or post-hardcore:

Bad Brains - why most of the bands on this list even exist.

Death - not to be confused with the metal band of the same way. Not that you could confuse the members in any way.

Rough Francis - founded by the sons of David Hackney of Death.

Pure Hell - afropunk taken literally.

X-Ray Spex - Poly Styrene was the energy and feel of the band. Actually, she was just energy and feel period. Fun fact: she was also bipolar.

Radkey - Rad.

TMGE - Japanese band named “Thee Michelle Gun Elephant” or as they prefer: JAPANESE BAND NAMED “THEE MICHELLE GUN ELEPHANT”.

Tamar Kali - powerful musician, especially known for “Boot”.

The Objex - Feloney Melony’s got a wicked hawk and voice.

Stiffed - Santi White now performs solo as Santigold.

Cerebral Ballzy

Suicidal Tendencies

Midori - great jazz-punk fusion band.

The Redscare

Le Butcherettes - Mexican garage punk band.

Atari Teenage Riot

NOFX

Stalin

The Bags

Dev Hynes - a British musician who started out in a punk band Test Icicles then went solo as a folk/indie musician as Lightspeed Champion and now is doing an electronic/R&B thing as Blood Orange.

L’Arc-en-Ciel - Okay, so these guys are Japan’s other most famous export. These guys got known outside of japan for doing some major anime theme songs (Fullmetal Alchemist, Gundam 00, NANA live action movie, etc) and were the first Japanese act to headline Madison Square Garden (Japanese rock bands really like New York for some reason). Their bassist tetsuya (formally known as tetsu) gets bonus points for being one of Japan’s only out LGBT celebrities (he’s Bi).

Doll$Box

Letlive

The Chariot

Trashtalk

Gogol Bordello - self described as “gypsy punk”. Singer Eugene Hütz is Russian-Ukranian with Romani heritage and born with a ‘stache. Nearly crazier than Little Big and Korpiklaani combined.

Blackfire

The Bots - punk duo made of two brothers.

Bow Wow Wow - IIIIIII Waaaant Caaandy!!!

Love Equals Death

Ritualization - blackened death metal from Orléans, France

Teengenerate

Ten Grand

Letlive

Martin Sorrondeguy - spoke out about US based Latino issues in many of his lyrics and was involved in bands Los Crudos, Limp Wrist and Needles.

Ghost Town

Metal, funk/rap/reggae metal fusion or core:

Blasphemy - Black metal, the biggest irony on earth as Caller of the Storms remains one of the rare black musicians within the genre.

Babymetal - this Japanese trio is more metal than a viking woman on her period in the middle of a battlefield drinking the blood of her enemies to the sound of Immortal…for some at least.

Wicked Wisdom - Will Smith’s wife get a band?? Yes she Will.

Unlocking the Truth - these 13 year olds played in the streets of NYC before they opened for Living Colour.

Absolace - amazing metal from Dubai.

Living Colour - better than Dead Monochrome.

King’s X - more hard rock, but hey.

Bionic Jive - one of the better hip-hop/metal fusions.

Skindred - check out the album “Roots Rock Riot”.

Ego Fall - a Chinese folk metal band and also Corbac’s fave. Mixing tradition with heavier sounds.

Static X - Japanese guitarist Koichi Fukuda & Mexican-American bassist Tony Campos.

Sepultura - the founding members are all Brazilian, currently their lead singer (Derrick Green) is black. “Arise” is a massive album of pure metal awesomeness.

Straight Line Stitch

Blood Stain Child

Sasamaso

Tenger Cavalry - a folk metal band based out of Bejing who describe their style as “Mongolian folk metal”. Like this and you’d probably enjoy Ego Fall.

Cthonic - Taiwanese metal band who’s lead singer is also the president for the Taiwanese branch of Amnesty International.Most of their music deals with their goal of an independent Taiwan and they’re really REALLY great.

Myrath

God Forbid

Invasion - a stoner/psych-metal band fronted by a valkyrie space wizard out of London.

Vodun - like invasion, marries punk, psychedelic, and doom metal influenced instrumentals with soul influenced vocals to create a unique and original takes on doom metal.

Sevendust

Animals as Leaders - most suggested band on this list and for good reason.

Veil of Maya

Oceano

Body Count - Ice T’s metal band rules. It would be a little tastier with ice cubes though.

Hirax - pioneering thrash/speed metal band (with hardcore influences). Katon De Pena is one of the most distinctive vocalists of the then-burgeoning California metal scene. Though they never achieved the success of some of their contemporaries like Metallica or Slayer, they have long been an insiders’ favorite and cited as an influence by bands ranging from Napalm Death to Cannibal Corpse to Darkthrone.

Infectious Grooves

Melechesh - an Assyrian black metal band originating from Jerusalem whose lyrical themes include Mesopotamian mythology and occultism.

Iron Man - American doom metal band with PoC members.

Sex Machineguns - Japanese speed metal band.

Hibria - Brazilian power metal band.

Metallica - their first lead guitarist was Lloyd Grant. Here he is in their first recording.

Gevolt - Yiddish band from Israel.

The Tony Danza Tap Dance Extravaganza

Gridlink

X Japan - Probably Japan’s most famous metal export. These guys are the reason Visual Kei (basically Japan’s gothic metal scene) exists. All those flashy JRock bands wouldn’t exist without X Japan. They also recently just played a huge show at Madison Square Garden.

Maximum the Hormone - Also known as “the guys that did that weird opening and ending to death note”, MTH do a fantastic combination of metal, punk, and even pop. The best part about MTH is that their lyrics don’t make sense even when translated so you can just have mindless fun listening to them even if you understand Japanese.

Suffocation - one of the most influential death metal acts of all time. Terrance Hobbs’ incredible mastery of the guitar allowed the band to blend complex technicality into the genre without sacrificing raw brutality.

Versailles Philharmonic Quintet

Suicide Silence

The Crimson Armada

For Today

Glass Cloud

Heaven in Her Arms

Here comes the Kraken

Issues

Periphery

Reflections

System of a Down

Fear Nuttin Band

Year of the Dragon - founder was a member of Fishbone.

Dir En Grey

Skyharbor

Spineshank

Coal Chamber

Ill Niño

Flagitious Idiosyncrasy in Dilapidation (FID) - Formed in Tokyo. Rad ladies playing some super hard grindcore.

Sarcofago - Brazilian band

Acrassicauda - Iraqi heavy metal. There is a film called “Heavy Metal in Baghdad”, about the band. Another documentary called Global Metal, which is by the same director as Heavy Metal: A Headbanger’s Journey, is highly recommended.

Sigh - one of the first japanese black mack metal bands led by a fierce lady.

Sabbat - Japanese black/thrash.

Blood Stain Child - rather epic sounding Japanese metal band with contrasting vocals and instrumentals.

Gallhammer - female Japanese extreme metal band of doom. The wickedest chicks, definitely recommend.

Avulsed - Spanish death metal band.

Necramynth - Korean black metal.

Crossfaith - japanese metalcore.

Subrosa

As they Burn - deathcore band from Paris, France.

Wolves and Jackals - blackened thrash/death metal from Atlanta, GA.

Infernal Revulsion - brutal death metal from Tokyo, Japan

Orange Sky - from Trinidad and Tobago.

Monuments - it’s got saxophone and it’s awesome.

Ego Likeness

Peelander-Z - watch the videos, you’ll be happy you did.

For Today - if you’re into Christian metal.

Dream Theater - John Myung plays in the influential prog metal band with the aid of his majestic hair.

Alternative or too cool to label:

Bat for Lashes - Natasha Khan’s songs are ethereal.

Skunk Anansie - Skin is a fierce woman with a fierce voice. Also, her eyes will pierce through your soul.

Fishbone - literally unclassifiable: ska, punk, crazy cool…

Dub War - often likened to Skindred. Not because the singer has dreads or anything. Or because it’s the same guy.

The Slack Republic - fairly new (2005), looking forward to more.

Pierce the Veil - they’re really more “Punk Pop” than anything else. All members are Mexican.

Coheed and Cambria

Alice in Chains

Boris - japanese experimental metal band highly influential in the doom, stoner, noise rock scene.

Bleed the Pigs - great band with a singer who has an awesome colorful fro.

Motherjane

Jimi Hendrix - duh.

Asian Dub Foundation

BIS (Brand-New Idol Society) - considered “alternative Japanese idols”, and have done some amazing things including recruiting a new member who was rumored to be a high school girl and turned out to be Junko Koshino, a famous fashion designer who is 74 yrs old. Their song + video for MURA-MURA is excellent.

Go Betty Go - chicano rock, “pop punk”. Several of their songs are in Spanish.

Melt-Banana - Japanese noise rock band.

Deftones

Rage Against the Machine

TV on the Radio

Rain Machine

Bloc Party - singer is gay and black.

Little Dragon

Asobi Seksu

Blonde Redhead

The Go! Team

CSS

The English Beat

Kenna

Mono

One Ok Rock

ELLEGARDEN - JAPAN’S BEST 90s/EARLY 2000s POP PUNK ROCK EXPORT I’M NOT EVEN KIDDING. Part of what contributes to this is Takeshi Hosomi (singer/rhythm guitarist) writing ¾ of the band’s discography in perfect english. Unfortunately they went on hiatus in 2006, but that spawned two more fantastic bands: Takeshi does experimental progressive indie in the HIATUS (its the same guy I swear), and guitarist Shinichi Ubukata formedNothing’s Carved In Stone which is basically a Japanese alt. rock supergroup.

The Hiatus

Nothing’s Carved in Stone

Shonen Knife - you can’t talk about japanese girl rock without the literal originators of the movement/popularity. Because Kurt Cobain said he listened them, a HUGE surge of all girl bands started popping up over Japan.

O’Brother

The Pillows - alt rock band from Hokkaido.

Set it Off

The Novembers

Shiva En Exil

Guns N’ Roses - Slash.

(Hed) PE - (or Planet Earth) original sound described as “G-Punk”, a fusion of punk rock and gangsta rap.

Soundgarden

She Wants Revenge

Skip the Use - with influence from various genres and a black lead.

Elsiane - Formed in Montreal. Fronted by Elsieanne Caplette. Trip-hop/downtempo.

Fall Out Boy’s bassist Pete Wentz English/German and Afro-Jamaican.

Sonic Boom Six

Cibo Matto - real cool duo.

My Vitriol

Buck Tick

Wormrot - grindcore from Singapour.

Toe - post rock from Japan.

Guitar Wolf - “Jet Rock n’ roll”.

Gazette

Kanon Wakeshima

The Coup - Yesssss.

Street Sweeper Social Club

Merchant Ships - post hardcore.

The Skints - reggae/dub/punk fusion.

White Town - bzangy deserves WAY more recognition! You’ve probably already heard “I Could Never be Your Woman.”

The Mars Volta

Drill Queen - Born Depressed is just the greatest song.

Death Grips - experimental rap.

Grateful Dead

Suffrajett

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Are You Gonna Go My Way is an anti-war song.

Maybe a Steven Adler angst/fluff about comforting him when he gets kicked out of the band? 🥺💚

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[ A/N: Sorry took so long! 🥺 I hope you enjoy it anyway.. Steven needs some hugs 🥺 ]

It started out as a normal day.

The bright morning sun slithered it’s way into a crack in the dark curtains. The cool morning air made its way into the once warm apartment as you snuggled into Steven’s chest. You could feel his pumping heart beat against your cheek, making a wave of calm enter your body.

You loved being snuggled up against Steven. His body and his energy had such a warm, welcoming feeling that could bring anyone he was around a smile. That what made you love him in the first place, now that you think about it.

Steven’s arms wrapped around your back, bringing you closer to him. “I’ve got to get up, honey. The guys need me at rehearsal today.” His words reverberated against your cheek was his chest rumbled with each raspy syllable.

You reluctantly let him get up with a kiss on the lips and a promise from him that he will make it home as soon as he can.

You laid there in the plush bed, the comforter raised up to your chin. You were not ready to meet the world just yet.

Steven walked back into the room, walking over and closing the window. Then he bid you his goodbye with one last kiss.

“I’ll see you later, baby” his voice still had a rasp to it.

“Bye, baby. I’ll miss you.” You put a pout on your face, as much as you loved the guys, sometimes it made you a little jealous that they were getting time with Steven.

The front door softly shut, a sudden weight had weighed on your chest. Something wasn’t quite right. You couldn’t put your finger on it.

It was the same feeling you had when you first found out how bad Steven heroin addiction really got.

He hid it from you for the longest time, but it finally blew up on him. You found him passed out on your bathroom floor, needle in his arm, and his face pale blue.

It was the most heartbreaking and scariest moment of your life. Waiting for him in the hospital, while hounding the doctors and nurses about his condition.

When he finally woke up you were the first person he saw. When the wave of confusion passed a big guilty expression came over his face, that’s when you finally broke down.

You just cried, and cried, and cried some more. You thought you were going to lose Steven. You kept telling how worried you were, how you thought he would never wake up. How could you live life without seeing that smile again?

Steven was shakin up over the whole thing and how shaking up you were so when you said he had to stop, he agreed.

With the help of you and what the doctors recommended doing Steven was finally getting better, a little slip ups here and there but you could tell his eyes were shining brighter and his passion for the drums were coming back again.

So when you felt that dreaded feeling of anxiety, you thought of the worst. You got up from the warm bed you were laying in and picked up the phone, quickly calling the studio.

It rang a couple times before Axl picked up, “Hello?” He said into the phone.

“Hey Axl! Um, is Steven there?” Your voice shook with worry.

“Oh, yeah, he actually just left.” Axl said, a little saddened.

“What! Rehearsals not even half way through yet. Was it cut short?”

“I think it’s best he explains it. I’m sorry, Y/N” With that Axl hung up the phone, leaving you with the dull beeping.

You placed the phone back on the handle right as the door opened on revealed Steven.

Tears streamed down his face. When he saw you he turned away from your sight, trying to wipe them away. Your eyes shone with worry as you walked toward him, “honey, what’s wrong?” A soft motherly tone took over your voice. You walked in front of him, softly taking his puffy and reddened face in your hands.

“They kicked me out of...of the band.” He hiccuped through his words, tears once again making their way down his face.

“Oh honey.” You guided his face to bury itself in your neck, his tears greasing up your neck.

“Did they tell you why?” You added, you hand stroked his hair and back in order to calm him down.

He took in a gulp, “the fucking heroin.” You placed your hand on the back on Steven’s head, slowly swaying with him in the entryway. This was huge. The band was Steven’s second family. Whispered ‘whys’ tickled your neck as tears slipped down your face. Having Steven be in this much pain broke you. You never wanted Steven to be in pain. Ever. You stayed through the heroin and you’re definitely going to stay through this.

“It’s going to be okay, Steven.” His sobs quieted,

“I’m here.”

Sunset Love ch. 4: I can’t stop myself

Getting up in the morning was never a problem for Slash. The gnawing craving for alcohol woke him every morning early, regardless of how much (or little) he'd slept the night before.

It was around one in the afternoon and he had been up for hours. He had fled the garage as soon as he'd woken that morning, not wanting to face Axl. He had put a stop to things the night before, mumbling something about being tired and jumping up into the loft to sleep. Alone - to be fair, Axl hadn't pushed it; he had stayed on the floor.

As soon as he was out on the street, Slash had forked over the last of his cash from his old newsstand job for a bottle of Jack, then called over to Izzy's place. Izzy's girlfriend was out, so the two spent an agreeable few hours on the sofa, putting away the whisky and talking about  the band.

"Hey, that reminds me," said Izzy, putting down the empty bottle on the shaky coffee table. "The rehearsal space is a fucking disaster, man."

"Whaddya mean?" said Slash, his head lolling pleasantly against the back of the sofa.

"You and Axl live there," replied Izzy. "Me, Duff and Stevie are gonna be there every fuckin' day - and probably a lot of nights. We gotta make it a bit more - I dunno, livable. We gotta fix up somewhere to sleep."

Through his whisky haze, Slash realised what Izzy was getting at.

"Right," he said. "A fuck space."

Izzy chuckled.

"Correct, my friend. I think you'll agree that the rehearsal space is going to be used for that purpose? I don't think any of us is keen to get it on with someone on that fuckin' hard-ass concrete floor."

Slash felt his face get warm. He dipped his head to take a long drag on his cigarette.

Izzy stood up and patted his pockets for his key.

"Uhhh...where we going?" said Slash.

Ten minutes later, Slash found himself ducking his head and following Izzy through a gap in a chain-link fence around into a construction site just off Clark Street. Despite his long history of shop-lifting and general pilfering, Slash was glancing around.

Izzy snorted. "It's Saturday, dude. Construction workers aren't like us - they don't work weekends."

He was right. No-one bothered them as they selected a few lengths of plywood and wooden blocks that were stacked against a wall. Ten minutes later again, they were pulling open the door to the studio on Sunset and Gardner.

Sunlight hit the bare walls inside, cutting through the dark. Incredibly, Axl had been still asleep  in his snakeskin jacket on the concrete floor. He didn't look too happy to see them.

"What the fuck?" Axl groaned, squinting.

"It's the afternoon, asshole," said Izzy, nudging Axl in the side with his toe and, with a grunt, letting the wood he'd been carrying crash to the floor.

Slash noticed the easy camaraderie between the old school friends. He was always more cautious when he talked to Axl. Everyone knew that Axl was a grenade, liable to explode at any moment.

"I'm here to do you a massive favour, Ax," Izzy declared. He started laying out the two-by-fours, then produced a box of nails and some tools from his pocket. "Slash and I realised this place is not very fucking hospitable to the so-called fair sex. Plus there's no space on the floor with all our gear. We're going to build a loft."

Slash spent the next few hours - alongside following Izzy's building instructions - discreetly observing Axl. He found it funny to see him doing manual labour - clearly unwillingly. Probably, Slash thought as he held pieces of wood while Izzy sawed and hammered, Axl felt it was beneath the job of a singer to labour with the rest of them. But Duff and Steven were nowhere to be seen and it was his home, so Axl had to muck in.

It was so sexy the way Axl clenched his jaw when he was annoyed or concentrating. Through his hair, Slash observed the muscles at the angle of Axl's jaw rise and fall. And the way his full lips pursed a little at the same time. Every so often, Slash got annoyed at himself, sneaking looks like a besotted school girl. But he couldn't help himself. Plus, the rehearsal space was tiny - ten by fourteen feet - so they were working literally shoulder to shoulder.

Try as he might, he couldn't stop sensations from last night coming back into his mind. Warm, smooth lips against his own. The sweet, coffee-like aroma of their sweat intensifying as they kissed, slowly, delicately. Breath coming fast and rough from their throats.

"I said hold it steady!" came Izzy's voice, irritated, waking Slash from his reverie.

Slash tried to concentrate. He and Axl were standing in among Steven's drums, holding over their heads the flat wooden structure they had nailed together, while Izzy hammered it to the small wood blocks he had attached to the wall. Slash glanced in Axl's direction and thought, fuuuck. The space had warmed up as the day wore on and Axl had discarded his jacket. He was bare-chested, ropes of muscles in his arms and abdomen on full display.

Slash closed his eyes, willing his twitching cock to be still. He was surprised to notice that sadness was mixed in with his lust. Yes, Axl was naturally strong, but the guy was also thin. The rest of the band, including himself, had mocked the sucked-in-cheeks look Axl had in their one band photoshoot so far. Slash now realised those cheekbones were so prominent because the guy had barely enough to eat.

Izzy was standing back and rubbing his palms on his pants.

"A good day's work, gentlemen!"

And there it was, their new loft. The living space in the studio had just increased by roughly fifty per cent. Just above head height, just enough space to hoist yourself up and roll in, perfect for their purposes. They regarded it with pride.

Slash sucked deeply on a fresh cigarette and frowned.

"Did we, like, just spend the afternoon doing home improvements?" he said.

***

"Man, I love that stuff!" shouted Steven, taking a long swallow and thrusting the bottle high into the night air.

It was around four in the morning on Palm Avenue, West Hollywood. The first shafts of daylight were beginning to tease the grey sky. The five of them were walking home from an uproarious night in Lizzy Grey's sleazy apartment with even sleazier chicks and some coke Duff had produced. They left when the coke was gone. They had pushed all the money they had between them - a few dollars - over the liquor store counter for two bottles of Night Train.

"Eighteen per cent," Axl was saying musingly, looking at the label on the bottle in his own hand. He grinned. "Bottoms up!"

"I'm on the Night Train," sang Duff, his head tilted back, his body full of coked-up energy .

Axl took up the snatch of melody and played with it, flinging his arm around Duff. The two stumbled along, singing out of sync and guffawing with laughter.

Slash trailed the rest of the group as they staggered across the junction onto Sunset. His emotions swirled, despite his attempts all evening to anaesthetise them with coke and booze. The afternoon of hard work cheek-by-jowl with Axl had been followed by an evening of being ignored. Axl literally hadn't looked at him the whole time in Lizzy's. And now to top it all off, here was he, Slash, finding himself simmering with jealousy at Axl and Duff.

He hadn't felt this down in a while. He caught up to Steven, grabbed the bottle and took a long, numbing swallow.

At the junction to Gardner Street, he waved half-heartedly and turned left, not bothering to check if Axl was coming. He made out the door of the studio and pulled out his key chain. The studio looked its usual disastrous state, the half-light throwing into relief the trash, the empty cans and bottles. But at least there was the loft. He summoned up the strength to heave himself up and let his aching body fall onto the flat surface. He surrendered his mind to blessed oblivion.

***

He had no idea how much time had passed when he heard the metallic bang of the studio door, then the familiar deep voice.

"Why'd you disappear, man?"

Slash said nothing. He didn't know what to say.

He heard a grunt, followed by cursing and rustling. Axl was swinging his legs into the loft and lying down beside him. The flash of a lighter briefly illuminated Axl's face, his lips balancing a cigarette. Slash felt a flash of annoyance at the warmth that flared low in his belly at the sight.

"You not talkin' to me or what?" came Axl's voice through the darkness.

"Shut the fuck up," grunted Slash, rolling over onto his side, his back to the other man.

There was silence for a moment. Then a hand on his arm. Slash rolled onto his back. He couldn't contain himself any longer.

"What the fuck is happening here, man?" burst out Slash. "Is this how it's going to be? You never speak to me or look at me all day, even in fucking rehearsals, then here at night you - you - we..." He couldn't find the words to finish.

He heard Axl blow out slowly, his breath controlled. The aroma of tobacco filled the air in the tiny space.

"I don't know either, man," came Axl's voice finally, quiet and measured. "I - I don't know. I just can't stop myself touching you."

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Sunset love ch. 5: The things you don’t know

Axl's words reverberated in the air around them. Had he really just said that? 

The hand on Slash's arm was stroking his skin now, slowly. Slash didn't shake it off. The hand moved to his chest, snaking up under his t-shirt and to his nipples, Axl's fingertips caressing them and pulling them gently to tight little knots.

Slash's throat constricted. He exhaled slowly, trying not to reveal how turned on he was - but he heard the other man chuckle. 

"Seriously, what the fuck are we doing..." managed Slash. "We're not fucking fags..."

"Shut up," came Axl's voice, a gruff whisper now. Slash felt incredible softness on his chest as Axl drew his lips from one nipple to the other, biting with his lips over his teeth at first, then teeth only, gently, eliciting sharp gasps that Slash realised were coming from his own mouth. He couldn't help raising his hands to Axl's hair, clutching clumps of it as he tried to deal with the desperate pleasure coursing through him. He tried not to pull too hard but he felt the other man tilt back his head and moan. 

"Do that again, baby."

As soon as he heard that word, Slash felt a rush of blood to his groin and moisture prickling his eyes. Axl had just called him "baby".  

Slash pulled harder on Axl's hair and relished the feeling of Axl throwing back his head even farther, raising himself on his arms and emitting slow growls from deep within his throat. Slash pushed himself up on one hand and crushed their mouths together. Teeth, lips and tongues frantically collided, pushing, exploring.

They fell back onto the wood. Slash pulled Axl to the side and under him so that Slash was on top, enjoying the feeling of the other man trapped between his legs. He searched in the dark for Axl's waistband, expertly pulling open the button and zip - he had done this often enough with women - and pulling the other man's jeans down his thighs. Strong fingers were at his own fly, Axl picking apart the knot in the laces. Passionate kisses again as they both kicked off their pants, limbs clashing, legs entwining. 

"Commando, I like it," said Axl, pushing his fingers down into Slash's crotch.

Slash had to grin. "What can I say, I've never been the type to wear underwear."

"You little fuckin' tease," growled Axl. He took Slash's cock full into his hand, palming its length, using his thumb to circle precum all over the tip. The delicious swimming in Slash's head took over again, making him shut his eyes tight and moan softly. He was helpless now, wanting this to go on forever. 

Slash felt Axl's head slide down his torso and realised what was about to happen. 

"Fuuuuck," he groaned as he felt smooth lips slide over the tip of his cock and down. Axl was sucking now, gently at first, then harder as Slash became more engorged, filling the other man's mouth and feeling his tip graze the back of Axl's throat. Axl gagged but didn't lose his grip, pumping him with his mouth, sending Slash's eyes rolling back in his head. Somewhere among the psychedelia going on in his brain, Slash realised what they were doing, that they were going farther than last night; somewhere in his mind, a voice questioned it but that voice was weak, so weak, compared to the screaming need in his cock that drowned out all sense, all reason.

The throbbing in his dick was intensifying. He had his hand on the back of Axl's head, feeling it move up and down on him; it was too much, he couldn't take it any more but he didn't want the pleasure to stop. He pushed himself farther forward, feeling teeth glancing off his dick, irresistible suction pulling him in. 

Slash whimpered as fireworks went off behind his eyes. Hot liquid coursed through him and he exploded into Axl's mouth. 

He fell back onto the boards, divine aftershocks running through his chest and down his arms and legs. His cheek touched off the cool wood. He reached out for Axl.

"Did you... swallow?" he asked tentatively, taking the other man into his arms. He felt Axl nodding as his hot breath blew on Slash's chest. 

The things I don't know about this guy, thought Slash. He filed the thought away in his mind for later. He had space in his head only for what they were doing right now. 

They were lying on their sides, chest to chest, arms thrown over each other, noses rubbing gently, delicate kisses coming thick and fast as Slash came down from his orgasm. He wriggled to circle a leg around Axl's hips and lifted him on top. His weight felt so good. Axl's deep, sexy chuckle made him smile. 

"Soooo," Axl murmured, stroking Slash's hair. "Does this mean what I think it does?"

Slash nodded mutely. He was scared but his desire was stronger. 

"Greedy little bitch," Axl hissed in his ear.

i don’t think people really get how little feedback fanfic authors actually get? like the effort to reaction ratio is so abysmally skewed here that a fic nearly 50,000 words long takes an entire year to amass like. 16 comments. someone reblogged a fic i wrote at 4 am and tagged it with a 5-word compliment and i can’t stop thinking about it, not because it was so nice but because half the time you post a fic you’re going to hear nothing and anything feels like so much

fandom culture is so, so good about giving artists the credit they’re due, but we gotta start doing that for writers too. you’ve got no idea how much people put into their stories and get maybe a handful of reblogs and a dozen-odd kudos. that’s not enough. writing is an endurance sport and y’all need to start giving fic writers a reason to endure it and improve their craft. encourage writers like you encourage artists. reblog fics, leave tags, leave comments, acknowledge that these stories do not just spring into being for your entertainment. 

every single damn writer i know feels like half of their readers see them as a machine. that’s gotta change. 

Sooo true

A few things I (a fanfiction writer) want you to know

 I write fanfiction because I love the characters and ships I write. I’m not a published author, nor am I trying to become one. I’m here because I got obsessed with a stupid tv show. That’s it. 

Kudos and/or comments fuel me more than you can imagine. 

Every day, I get a ‘You’ve got Kudos!’ email. Every day, I open it. I take note of which of my fics have been given kudos. I take note of the usernames I find there. If you’ve left kudos on one of my fics before, I’ll recognize you. I take a moment to appreciate your support. I feel validated and inspired after this. 

When someone comments on one of my fics for the first time, I go ‘Oh hey there, new friend. Welcome to my world.’

If you’ve commented on one of my fics more than once, I know you. I’ve checked out your profile, your works, your bookmarks. When I see your username, I feel like I’m meeting a friend. I’m like ‘This is the person who likes the same rarepair I do.’ - ‘This is the lover of fluff/smut/angst fics.’ I remember.

I read every comment I ever get, many of them more than once. I try to answer them all. I’m not always fast with that, but I promise you, I appreciate the hell out of your feedback. Sometimes people ask me why I’m grinning so dumbly down at my phone, and many times it’s because I just got a new comment. You’re making my day with this. 

Sometimes I get a comment on a WIP I haven’t updated in a while, and in most cases, it motivates me to get the next chapter out. You’re reminding me why I started writing this story. You’re making me want to finish it. 

When I feel down and unable to write, I go back to the comments on stories that mean a lot to me personally. They give me new life. I treasure them. You have no idea how long they stick with me. 

My ask box is always open. You want to express an opinion on my writing anonymously? You have a prompt, an idea, a wish? You probably don’t know how easy I am to persuade to write something. Honestly, try it. 

No fic is too old to comment on it. Never. 

If you’re too shy to leave a comment, you are valid. I’m happy to have you as a reader. I’m a crazy fangirl like you. I’m dying to talk to you. If you can’t, that’s perfectly fine though. 

If you don’t know what to comment, believe me when I say that it doesn’t matter as long as it isn’t rude. You’re too tired to leave a proper comment? I read fics at 2am too my friend, I understand. You don’t know how to put your thoughts into words? You can literally leave me a HI and I’ll be happy about it. 

If you’re too shy to comment in English because you’re not a native speaker, you’re valid. You’re good enough to read fics in this language, you can be proud of that. I know how to use a translator. You may comment in whatever language you want to. I’m not a native speaker either, I’ve long stopped trying to sound like one. I take no shame in that. 

If you have ever taken time out of your day to read one of my stories, I appreciate you so much. If you have ever hit the kudos button on one of my stories, I appreciate you so much. If you have ever written me a comment, shared your genuine feelings about my writing with me, you are responsible for a big, stupid smile on my face and a significant bit of motivation. 

Thank you!

Sunset Love ch. 2: Four Walls

Slash lay there, staring up into the dark, feeling the weight of his friend's arm. Why was he not flinging it off? He felt its warmth seep into his skin. It was fucking cold in here now. Despite himself, he inched closer to the other man's body, seeking heat.

He was close enough now to feel Axl's breath through the t-shirt fabric on his shoulder. He remembered from when they first shared a bedroom last year, in Slash's mom's house, being surprised that a jumpy, talkative guy like Axl slept so soundly. His breath came slow and regular, in and out, soothing Slash's anxious mind. The pressure on his hip from the hard floor made him turn his aching body to the other side to seek relief.

Now Axl's breath was on his face. Slash could feel the body heat between them. What was he doing? Axl was a guy, remember? He, Slash, was a red-blooded male, who had slept with more girls than he could ever count, who liked nothing better than a pair of big tits and a wet pussy, who only last night had had some chick's legs wrapped around him up against the wall in the Rainbow car park...

Soft lips brushing against his. Sweet, tasting faintly of whisky.

What the fuck?

He found himself responding, pushing his lips against the other man's, allowing his lips to be gently prised open, feeling wet, persistent tongue exploring his mouth, gliding over his teeth, his gums, probing farther and farther til they were locked in a full-on, deep kiss that made his head swim more than any alcohol, any drug had ever done, and all he could be sure of was that he didn't want it to end.

He reached out and pulled the nape of Axl's neck towards him, feeling the soft baby hair at the hairline, pulling those beautiful, pillowy lips even harder against his own. He had forgotten how amazing this was. His body filled with delicious warmth. The image of sweet caramel came back into his mind.

In the dark, he felt Axl's arm tighten around him. Axl's knee come up over his waist, sliding over the hump of Slash's erection through his leather pants. Their noses switched sides as the kiss went on, hands in each other's hair, sliding over each other's necks, incredulous at what was happening, drinking each other in.

They broke off, gasping. Their jagged breathing cut through the dark and silence. Slash found his forehead at the other man's shoulder, feeling the bone through the warm skin. Axl's hand moved to his jaw, leaving one last gentle kiss on his mouth. He heard the rustle of skin on leather as the other man turned over, then silence.  

After a few seconds,  Axl's breath came slow and measured again. He was asleep.

Slash lay stunned, looking blindly into the dark. His head swirled crazily. Had that really just happened? There was no denying the swelling in the front of his pants, pressing almost painfully against the lace ties.

He knew only one cure for the cacophony of thoughts and feelings. He turned over and fumbled around the on floor for the bottle.

Shit. They'd drunk all the booze.

He felt his way along the block wall to the door and pushed it open. Milky dawn light was seeping across the sky over Guitar Center and the flat roofs of Sunset Boulevard beyond. The lot was empty. The ever present traffic hummed, at a lower volume than usual at this hour.

He closed the door quietly - the last thing he wanted was to wake Axl now. He shoved his hands into his pockets and headed up the alley in the direction of the nearest 24-hour liquor store.