Through The Eyes Of

Close Yoir Eyes It'll be Over Soon

Axl

I couldn't fucking believe that dope whore pressed rape charges on us. I would never rape anyone. I knew all too well what that shit was like. I would NEVER subject that girl to what she claims we did to her. Luckily there was no physical evidence to pin on us but witnesses had seen us with her, plenty of them. The cops were looking around and asking questions. They were following around Izzy , Steven, and Duff hoping they would lead them to us. Naturally they were looking for mainly Slash and I so we had to lay low at Vicky's till the trail ran cold. This was fucking LA, cases ran cold pretty fast.

I guess it hasn't been entirely all bad. The kid and I were bonding for a change. I think he's starting to understand just how important this band is to me. He's seeing that there is nothing I won't do to make it. I honestly don't know how he's stuck around this long. Not many people have an endurance for me. I guess it was his fondness for Izzy and his love for Duff. Or maybe he too knew we were going somewhere.

Vicky has been really cool. She kept us supplied with booze and coke. She tried to fuck me the other day but fortunately I was too stressed with the whole rape thing that my dick wasn't into it. But I have to give her an A for effort in attempting to get me hard. I think she tried with Slash too. He and Duff had finally come to see my point of looking like heterosexual red blooded males. Slash may have fucked her, I can't say because I drank myself to sleep.

But one night she came in with some stiff in a suit. "Axl, this is Mr Carson from Virgin Records. I showed him your tape and he's interested. He thinks your voice and Slash's guitar could generate millions."

Slash and I smile and shake his hand.

"Vicki says she doesn't mind if we use her place to go over the negotiations," he says looking me over and nipping the inside of his lip. I get it, I know what he wants from us.

"So I'll leave you guys to discuss business and if all goes well you'll hear from us tomorrow," Vicky shakes his hand and turns to leave.

Did this bitch just pimp us out?

Slash looks at me nervously. I'm not nervous. I know just how to play this game.

"What is it you want?" I ask as I light myself a cigarette. "Should I suck your dick first or you more interested in the kid?"

Slash looks at me like some terrified little boy silently begging me to shut up and not offer him to this guy.

"No...I like to watch," he smiles at us both.

"Watch what?" Slash skeptically asks.

"Guys getting it on. I'm not gay or anything. I just get off on watching."

I look at Slash and he is already shaking his head.

"Mind if we have a quick meeting?" I ask and drag Slash by his arm into another room. "Look Slash, I completely understand you love Duff. And I love the shit out of Izzy. But they know kid. We've all done this shit for the band. It doesn't mean anything."

"But those were fucking strangers. We're band mates Axl!" he exclaims.

"No one has to ever know," I say. "And we can do it however you're more comfortable. I promise I won't hurt you. You know we have to do this."

"Axl...I don't know if I can."

"Trust me, I can get you into it," I nod.

"I'm nervous," Slash whispers looking at me. I can see tears trying to form in his eyes.

"Relax, It's gonna be ok," I say and give him a hug because he looks like he needs it. I cup his face with my hands and gently touch my lips to his. He opens his mouth for me and as the kiss grows I hear him moan slightly. When I move away he just looks at me. "See, how hard was that? Come on and let's get this over with."