Terrorcest one shots

uncles

A/N: not exactly a romance one between Sixx and Lee, but in this one, they're married. Special guesttttt....drumroll please!

Wait for it....wait for it.

MARIIII!

But older.

April 25th, 1996, Nikki Sixx, 11:38 P.M.

"Mmmmh yeah Tommy, don't stop!" I let out an over exaggerated moan.

"Nikki, I'm literally washing the dishes." Tommy says, looking up at me.

"I know but I didn't want to do them. So...mmmm yeah Tommy don't stop!" I repeat, giving him a cute smile.

I am seriously happy that I don't have to clean the dishes, because it looks like Tommy hasn't done dishes in the entire time I've been gone. I went on a business trip, finishing up odds and ends from our new album and combatting the fact that our record company wants Vince back.

"tsk tsk. Such a naughty boy trying to skip out on chores." Tommy grins, setting the soapy sponge on the counter.

"You're right. How will I learn my lesson?" I ask innocently, batting my lashes.

Tommy grins, drying his hands off, and running over to me. Don't let his skinny ass fool you, he's pretty damn strong. Tommy nimbly picks me up, and grins, kissing me. "Please tell me you wanna fuck, you've been away on business for like 2 weeks and my dick is ACHING!" Tommy begs.

"Fuck me hard baby." I say with a grin. He carries me to the couch and dumps me onto it, climbing on top of me. My heart is racing, seeing him above me like that. Before he can actually do anything though, the phone rings.

"Fuck...I got it..." Tommy mumbles, climbing off of me and picking up the phone. "Who is this? It better be good because you're killing my mood." His eyes widen slightly, and I stop undoing the buttons on his shirt.

"Mari?...JAIL?! WHY?!...okay...and who?.....Does Vince know?....did he know that you were....WHY IN THE FUCK DID YOU GET ARRESTED THEN?! Yeah, yeah we're on the way." Tommy sighs, putting the phone down and then climbing off my lap.

"What's wrong?" I ask, not exactly happy that we're being interrupted, but concerned that I heard Mari and jail in the same sentence.

"Mari got arrested. We have to go get her because she didn't want to call Vince." Tommy says quickly, grabbing the keys.

"MARI DID WHAT??!" I yell, jumping off the couch.

I'm completely shocked. Mari has never been the kind of kid to get in trouble, much less end up in jail. Maybe our bad rockstar influence has fucked her up? Or maybe she's just trying to get Vince to pay some attention to her. I haven't seen Vince since last year when Skylar died, but from everything I hear, it ain't good. And Mari's smack in the middle of it all.

"Yeah she got arrested. She sounded drunk on the phone. I have no idea what happened." Tommy tries to explain.

"Okay. Shit." I mumble, grabbing my wallet and practically sprinting to the truck.

Tommy follows me and hops into the drivers seat, peeling out from the driveway before I even have a chance to get my seatbelt fully on. The drive is completely silent, and I can't believe that Tommy hasn't blown up yet.

We pull into the police station, and Tommy goes to talk to a few cops, while another leads me back to the holding cell Mari is in. She's crumpled up on the floor, tearful and shaking. She doesn't look as if she's done anything wrong, but I haven't talked to an officer yet. She just looks so scared.

"What did she do?" I ask an officer.

"I'll let her tell you herself, if she's sober enough to, but let's just say that she got drunk and evaded arrest." The officer replies, unlocking the holding cell and letting me in.

I walk over to Mari, and she looks up at me. Her eyes flicker, but they're clouded over, pupils slightly dilated, skin pale. How in the Hell did she even evade an arrest? She can't even sit up! I bend down, but she still won't even sit up. I groan, easing myself onto the floor beside her, and softly stroking her hair.

"What happened?" I ask in a low voice.

"Fuck..I-I do-don't know." She cries, before seeming to regain some control.

An officer hands me a cup of water, and I give it to her, which she quickly drinks, and I refill it for her and sit back down beside her.
She absolutely reeks of alcohol. Jesus. "Mari, why did you get arrested?" I ask, starting to stand up once Tommy walks into the room and gives us the thumbs up, signaling that we're good to go.

"She's gonna need help walking." I say to him, grabbing one of her arms.

"Got it." Tommy says, and after about 15 minutes of signing and processing paperwork, we help her out to our car, where she curls up in the backseat.

"Guys-" Mari starts.

"Girl, save it. We know you're drunk and you called us so that you wouldn't get in trouble with Vince for going out, or get Micks disappointed look. Because everybody hates Micks disappointed look." Tommy says quickly, turning around in his seat to look at her.

"I'm-I'm not in trouble?" She asks slowly, seeming as if she's sobering up a little.

"Dude, we'd be the biggest fucking hypocrites in the world if we got onto you for underage drinking." Tommy replies.

I nod in agreement. "The only thing we can do is advise you against it. When I did drugs and alcohol, it all seemed fun at first, but don't worry, tomorrows going to hit you like a tornado. Why did you do it? How'd you get arrested?"

"Well-" she starts, as Tommy starts the drive back to our house. "Ever since- ever since Skylar died...Da-dad hasn't been himself. W-we're both De-De-depressed. And well dad- I mean- He hasn't- he never gets out of bed...and- and he drinks- drinks a lot. He-He doesn't even care about anything!!!" She wails, blowing her nose into her shirt.

"O-okay starry eyes, calm down for a second, so that you can coherently tell us what happened. Okay?" I reach back and comfortingly pat her.

She takes a couple deep breaths. "...Okay so, I've been doing EVERYTHING around the house. Absolutely everything. All dad does right now is take sleeping pills and drink. I'm doing my best...but Skylar killed him. She killed him. And anyways tonight I just...I just wanted to forget it all. My friend took me out and he used his fake ID to buy some beer. We got super drunk and he was gonna drive home...and then-then we got-" she starts to cry again. "G-Got pulled over....and I was-was so so scared that-that I just...I just ran!" She finishes, her breath hitching with the sobs.

"Oh...oh honey..." Tommy says, at a complete loss for words.

"Is it that bad? Is he that bad?" I ask. None of us really know how Vince's condition is. We haven't talked in the last year. We still talked to Mari, but Vince and mine and Tommys relationship was beyond repair after he outed us to the media because we threatened to kick him out for missing too much rehearsal time and drinking again.

Mari nods. "And it hurts, I really love my dad. He's so broken, he doesn't even care about himself anymore. I HAD to FORCE him to shower yesterday!"

"Tell you what sweetheart, tonight you can stay with us and sober up. Nikki will hold your hair back since I don't like throw up-" I shoot Tommy a glare that says 'Hell no, bitch'. "And tomorrow, we'll go talk to Vince." Tommy finishes.

I nod, glancing at Tommy. It might be time to try and bring some light back into our friends life, so that he doesn't end up in a grave too.

Not even five seconds after we turn into our street, Mari retches and throws up all over the back seat.

"You could've waited until we got inside!" I groan, knowing I'm gonna be cleaning it.