Terrorcest one shots

happiness

A/N: this story is a continuation of the one shot 'Permission'. The always lovely WestHamBabe gave me this idea.

MY SISTER HELPED!

Tommy Lee

I glance over at Mick. My brain is filled with jumbled thoughts. I'm  90% sure I'm about to have a panic attack. Today is the Day. My wedding. Nikki and I are going to be married in about an hour. Well, legally married. We've both been fantasizing that we're married for a long time.

"Mick. Mick what if he's not there?!" I ask suddenly, running my hands through my hair yet again.

"One, quit fucking up your hair. Two, Nikki is gonna be there." Mick reassures me, smoothing my hair back down.

"But...but what if....what if he...decides he wants...someone who isn't completely mentally fucked?!" I freak, grabbing Micks shoulders and violently shaking him.

"AGH GODDAMN LEE!" Mick shrieks, shoving me away.

Oh. I forgot about how sensitive his back is. I step farther back, my tears bubbling up. Mick glances at me. I can tell I'm about to cry, wether it's from the nerves, or the fear that Nikki's decided he actually doesn't love me, or from the fact that Mick just yelled at me on an overly emotional day. Good thing we decided on no makeup for the wedding, otherwise I'd be looking like a cracked up raccoon.

"Kid...what's wrong?" Mick asks, for once showing a sign of having a heart.

"What if Nikki wants better than me?" I ask, my hopeless side coming into view.

"I have no idea where that bastard would find someone that was fucking psychotic enough to be perfect for him other than you. You two dumbasses managed to fuse half a brain cell together to create a full brain cell." Mick says, taking a sip of beer and patting me on the shoulder.

I know there's a compliment somewhere in there. "Thanks Mars." I whisper.

"Don't mention it dipshit."

I concentrate on trying to fix my hair. I decided not to use hair spray, so my hair is just falling in waves around my shoulders. The dark brunette looks fantastic with my white suit. Although, the choppy layers look a little funny because they're not completely teased. I'm also contemplating putting on just a little eyeliner, but I'm forced to remind myself that this isn't a Mötley Crüe show. I wonder what Nikki's doing to his hair and face?

There's a knock on the door and Mick opens it for me. I glance in the mirror and see Vince. He looks absolutely exhausted. "Mick...I need your help...we have a little....um....problem with Nikki." Vince says awkwardly, glancing over at me.

"Fuck. Tommy, I'll be right back, behave yourself." Mick grunts, walking out of the room with Vince.

1, does he think I'm five years old!

2, what's wrong with Nikki?

I spend the rest of my time pacing, but finally, the ceremony starts, and I manage to pull myself to the altar. I'm so nervous that I'm practically sweating through my suit. I love Nikki so much, and I just want everything to go perfect. I'm happy to be marrying him, he is the love of my life. Nikki once said to me that our souls had been married from the start.

I smile to myself, remembering the day he said that. We had just come off the Theatre Of Pain tour and the first thing Nik wanted to do was go down to the studio and write some songs. We ended up having a water gun fight after I jokingly squirted him with water. Doc caught us and we both hid in a closet with our faces barely inches away.

I look at the guests, and instantly see Nona, Tom, My mom, Dad, and Athena. Then I recognize the rest of our friends and colleagues and family. I have more family here than Nikki does, but his uncle Don and aunt Sharon are here.

A couple notes ring out. I snap my head toward the area where Nikki is supposed to arrive, and sure enough, there he is. His green eyes sparkle as he walks down the aisle in a sharp and sophisticated suit. I notice that his eyes are red, and there are trails of tears down his cheeks. Why would he be crying?

He takes his place across from me, and we both look towards the officiate. We were lucky to find one that would marry two guys.
I can clearly see the stains that the tears have left, but he's looking at me with a smile on his face. I hear shuffling behind me and I can figure out that Vince has taken his place as my best man. Nikkis best man is a guy named Lizzie.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..." The dude drones on, but I'm not listening.

I'm too busy staring at Nikki. I can't believe I get to marry this dude! For one, I mean I used to have a poster on my wall of him, so do you know how crazy it is that I met him, much less formed a band with him and fell in love with him. He's such a charismatic, if a little sadistic, dude. He always makes me laugh and I finally got him to enjoy random cuddles. He's a lot more caring than most people would guess as well. And his smile is...amazing to say the least.

"Thomas, your vows?" The officiate asks me.

"Oh!" I gasp, patting my pockets.

I finally find the paper that I'm looking for. Well, a menu actually. When I came up with what I was going to say, I had ordered lunch from a deli not too far from our house. It was either that paper, or an ad for a sex toy shop. Personally, I think I made the right decision. I mean, I could have chose the sex toy ad, but then I couldn't invite my mother. Even though I don't think she knows what sex toys are.

GOD I HOPE SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT SEX TOYS ARE.

I hear the officiate clear his throat and it snaps me back to reality.,

"Um..." I start, unfolding the paper and looking at my handwriting. "Nikki, I may not be good with writing shit, like at all, but you make me the happiest guy on earth. I'm over the moon every time I see you, man you" re just the greatest guy on earth. I love to hold you and I love talking to you because you're so smart and hilarious. Plus you're the only one I can run down hallways naked with." Everybody laughs. "Sorry mom." I apologize.

"Tommy, man, you are the only one that I trust man. You made me feel like I deserved to be loved. You're always there for me. I love you more than anything." Tears stream down his face, bringing some to my eyes too. "And also your ass looks nice when we run down hallways like that." He laughs, tears dripping from his face.

"Do you Thomas Bass, take Nikki Sixx to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The officiate asks me.

"I do." I smile, stretching from one side of my face to the other.

"And do you, Nikki Sixx, take Thomas Bass to be your husband?" The officiate asks Nikki.

"I do." Nikki replies, taking my hands in his.

"Then if nobody else has any objections, you may kiss your husband."

Instantly, I wrap Nikki in my arms, kissing him deeply. We've kissed so many times before, but this time is different. We're officially married, husbands, in each others arms. Our mouths fit perfectly together, made for each other.

"Ew Tommy!!" Athena says, making everyone laugh.

I just laugh, staring into my husbands eyes.