Sweet Agony (Slaxl)

XVII

Slash's POV:

I'm doing fine I guess. I woke up with Axl in my arms. It was the middle of the night, and I had to piss real bad. So I carefully let him go very carefully before getting up. I was happy to find that he hadn't moved when I got back. I got us back to the position that we were in, but I felt funny.

I'm used to being an insomniac. But that doesn't happen when Axl's with me. My veins ached with longing. I needed to shoot up, that was it. I promised that I'd get better without rehab, but if it's this bad already, I'm not going to make it.

I got out of bed again, going downstairs to distract myself.

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Axl came downstairs rubbing his eyes early the next morning. "What the fuck are you doin' up so early?" He groaned, rubbing his eyes. He hadn't even bothered to get dressed, still wearing only his grey boxers.

"I made breakfast," I explained. I spread my arms in presentation of the feast in front of me.

"For the queen?" His eyes went wide at the sight of all the food. Several platters of various breakfast dishes covered the table, each more plentiful than the last. He sat down at the table anyways, picking up a fork and taking a little but of everything. My hands shook as I put coffee in front of him, and that's when he understood what was going on.

"You're going through withdrawals, aren't you?"

"Not yet. I haven't started throwing up." I cringed. I couldn't bear to put Axl through the torture of me going through actual withdrawals. This was only craving. It won't get better from here.

"I'll race you to the bathroom when it happens." He stuffed his face full of pancake. "Jish ish delish."

"Thanks," I chuckled. "Let's go out." Goddamnit that was forward.

Axl only smiled in response. "Like on a date? Where are you taking me, darling?"

God, my heart was going to explode. He used a pet name, and he was letting me take him on a real date. I could feel my pulse in my toes. "I was thinking the arcade. I know I can kick your ass at Pacman."

"You wish you could kick my ass at Pacman." He took a bite of some English breakfast dish I'd found the recipe for. "How long have you been cooking for?"

"Since like two." I looked back at the clock. It had been six hours now. "No big deal though. I'm sure it'll all be fine." I waved my hand dismissively.

"Fine? You've been cooking since two in the morning!!!" He seemed angry at me, which was a little hypocritical I think. "Is this going to be a daily thing? Are you always going to be doing some crazy thing to stay off of the drugs?"

"Would you rather I be on the drugs?"

"I would've rather you never touched them at all! You knew damn well what was going to happen to you, and yet you went and you did it anyways."

"Well then I guess we're just perfect for each other, aren't we?" I smiled sarcastically at him, my once dreamy mood now gone. "I'm trying to do better for you. But you've gotta be patient." I was trying my best to salvage it though.

"Fine." He went back to eating. The silence in the air was only filled by the sound of him chewing and swallowing. I guessed that I should've been eating too, but knowing about all the fatty and fake things that were in those foods made me feel a little queasy when I thought about eating them.

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As I'd suggested earlier, Axl and I went to an arcade. The place was crawling with younger kids. Various people begged their parents for more quarters as they threw themselves at the machines featuring 8-bit images and songs. It was honestly cute, and I'd been waiting a very long time for this. I even had a second and third date in mind. But this one was always  going to have to be the first. "Did you bring enough quarters?" Axl asked, wandering towards Q*bert. 

"I think so. But if not, I'll just break change in that machine over there." I gestured to what looked like a blue vending machine, but was actually a machine that turned dollars into quarters. I handed him two quarters, and he slipped them into the machine. "I'll bet you can't even get past the first stage," I taunted.

"I'll bet I'll get through the first three stages and onto the second level." He stuck his tongue out a little as he focused, hand jolting the joystick left, right, up, and down to play through the stage. I proved to be wrong. He did, in fact, make it through the first stage. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," He swore over and over. He was already down to his last life by the end of it however. And he died within the first half of the second stage.

"Lemme show you how to do it." I cracked my knuckles, sliding two quarters into the machine. I flew through the first stage with three lives to spare. Axl snaked his arms around me halfway through the second stage, laying his head against me. 

"Hi," He mumbled seductively. It was extremely distracting and I messed up, losing myself a life. Once I got to the third stage, he tried even hard to make me lose before the second level approached. Axl kissed the back of my neck. At first, it was little baby kisses, but when I was getting closer to the middle, they became aggressive love bites. 

"Christ, Ax," I groaned, losing another life. "We're in public."

"If it means you'll lose, then I'll do it." He didn't stop, either. He cost me another life. He chuckled when he saw how my face had gone pink. "It's real purple back there now." I could tell that he was real fucking proud of himself, too. Cheeky bastard. 

"I'll betcha you won't be able to beat me at Pacman, no matter how many tricks you try to use, you vixen."

"You're on."