Terrorcest one shots

Riot In My Head

A/N: this one is dark, and  quite fucked. If you've heard the song, then you may guess what it's about, but I suggest reading this before you do.

This oneshot is based off of the songs Everything Went to Hell, and Riot In My Head.

Oh, and I wouldn't exactly call this one a romance.

Warning: blood, violence, death

Nikki has had his suspicions of his husband cheating on him for a while now. Why? It was all plain, simple, laid out for him to see. The disheveled bed, Tommys creeping around at all hours of the fucking night, the random underwear.

Both of them are drug addicts, so shit could be easily explained that way, but Nikki's got this uneasy feeling deep inside, and he's tired of feeling unwanted and alone. Tommy acts normal sometimes, and at others it seems like they're just casual friends.

Nikki pulls into the driveway, whistling a tune from a Sex Pistols song. He quickly gets out of the car, excited to see his husband, and strides into their sprawling house, dropping his bag.

A series of oddities catch his eye. One, the half eaten dinner, table for 2. The second is that Tommy isn't waiting for him like usual. Nikkis heart sinks as he creeps his way toward the bedroom. Tommys familiar groans reach his ears, but Nikki doesn't hear anybody else at first.

'Maybe he's jerking off'' Nikki tries to console himself, heart pounding as he reaches toward the doorknob.

But then he hears it. The unfamiliar, higher pitched male. Moaning in rhythm with Tommy. The darker side of Nikki kicks in, and his anger overpowers the fear of what he might find in bed with his husband.

The door slams open with such a force that it knocks a hole in the wall, startling Tommy and the blonde haired, blue eyed, lead singer of poison.

They both leap away from each other. Bret falls onto the floor, and Tommys head smashes against the headboard as he recoils. Nikki is left standing, his world crumbling right before his eyes. Tommy looks up, and sees a look he knows well. Anger.

Nikkis eyes are like pinpointed lasers, scanning over the damage to his marriage.

Tommy begins to get up, but Nikki shoves him backwards violently, causing him to damn near impale himself. His eyes widen in fear, he knows he fucked up. He's fully aware of what Nikki is capable of at any given moment, but this seems to have broken the defeated bassist.

"Nikki-" Bret starts.

"GET. THE FUCK. OUT. OF. MY. HOUSE." Nikki roars at him, placing a well aimed kick at Brets face.

Bret gasps and clutches his nose. Nikki falls silent as bret gets up, watching the disheveled singer pick himself up off of the floor. Bret gives Nikki an apologetic look. Nikki stares away, turning his cold gaze on Tommy.

The front door opens and shuts moments later. Nikki sighs, his facade starting to crumble as he just stares into his husbands eyes. Tommy is terrified. Nikki shakes as he steps toward Tommy. "Get out." Nikki says in an eerily calm voice.

Tommy is startled. He's never heard that tone of voice come from Nikki. "What?" He asks, rubbing his side.

"Get out Tommy." Nikkis voice rises slightly. Little does Tommy know, Nikki's in a mental Hell. His brain is screaming at him, cursing himself for ever believing he could trust Tommy.

"What?! This is my fucking house too Nikki!" Tommy shrieks, forcing Nikki to turn around.

Nikki barely moves, just socks Tommy as hard as he can in the chest. Tommy gasps and falls backward. Nikki is about ready to explode, he's seeing red. "This stopped being your house when you fucked around on me!!!" Nikki says, voice rising in a manic manner.