A Bitter Cinderella Story [Tom Keifer/Nikki Sixx fanfic]

Chapter 17: The Escape

Tom hoped that Nikki had grabbed something. Anything. The disgusting way John was leering at Nikki made his skin crawl. John had no time to play with Tom, a small miracle in an otherwise horror show. Tonight thought, Tom knew John wasn't going to waste much time now he had the object of his obsession in his grip. 

That brutal kiss was just a small preview of what John really wanted to do with Nikki. He wanted to punish the bassist for all the shit he caused, and the way he drove John mad. Nobody had gotten to him quite like Nikki Sixx. And he was going to suffer beautifully for it. 

After more caipirinha's were served, with Tom being forced to drink half of one glass held by John, did the bastard suddenly have to leave to make some more calls. 

"Now you two behave yourself while I'm working. This can all go so pleasant for all of us but only if you two don't mess it up. Understood?"

God he was so condescending speaking to them like they were misbehaving children. 

The pair nodded. 

Once John was out of sight, Nikki had Tom pulled into his arms, burying his face into Tom's soft hair, breathing him in, and consoling himself in his arms. 

"Tom, I'm gonna get us out of here tonight."

"How?" Tom found it difficult to speak but he managed to get some words out. 

"I got a bag of something. Don't care what it is, we'll find a way to crush it up and serve it to him."

"What if it doesn't work?"

"We'll do it when he's distracted...I promise you no matter what we're leaving tonight."

Tom merely nodded, he was so tired. Nikki was warm, comforting, here...alive! 

John found them passed out outside in each other's arms. It was sweet really and he hated that. 

Immediately jealous and envious of Tom, John marched over, rudely waking the couple up by pulling Tom off Nikki. 

"I need to establish one ground rule here, well the first of many rules actually, but if I find you two like this again Nikki, Tom might have to be punished, and I'm sure you'd like to avoid that."

Nikki bit his tongue. God he was so fucking mad! This man was dead tonight. 

John dragged the still semi sedated Tom away, locking him in the spare guest room. 

"Nikki is mine you fucking whore," he shoved Tom down who fell to the carpeted floor. 

"You're both mine actually, but if you ever lay a hand on Nikki without my explicit permission, I'll make it Hell for you, worse than what you're already feeling." 

John sneered down at Tom who tried to rise but hardly found the strength, and remained on the floor on his knees. His body still needed time to get the drugs out of his system. 

"Well what do we say when I speak to you!"

John had been getting Tom to say "Yes sir," in reply to anything he was asked.

It was a hard pill to swallow, more so than the actual pills he was forced to swallow. 

"Yes sir," Tom mumbled. 

John was then gone, allowing Tom to breathe again. 

He hoped the plan worked. Otherwise they were trapped here with a monster. 

Nikki was shown the room, John's room. He didn't waste a second letting Nikki know he was his, and that Nikki was to stay in HIS bed. 

Immediately upon closing the door to the bedroom, John was like a leech, attaching himself to Nikki who responded by simply freezing. Shoving the sicko away was not an option at the moment, it would only anger the man, and Nikki was feeling extremely woozy even after his short nap with Tom.