Welcome to the Jungle, Sweetheart

Bohemian Rhapsody

"IZZZZZZZZZYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" A loud cry echoed through the wall and a loud banging against it was short to follow. Izzy, who had been THIS CLOSE to having sex with this chick in his room, was just a little irritated when he was interrupted by the wailing. Izzy glared furiously enough that he would hear it through the wall. "IM BUSY ASSHOLE!" he yelled in response before going back to sticking his tongue down the girl's throat. And for a short-lived few seconds, he thought that put him quiet. But then a second holler returned, breaking the silence, "IZZZZZZYYYYYYY PLEASE COME HEREEEEEEEEEEE!" Izzy grumbled once and finally climbed off the girl, telling her to wait a minute and he'll be back.

Izzy slammed open the bedroom door of which the yelling had originated and he growled. "Axl. What. The fuck. Do you want." Axl sniffled, "I had a nightmare...." He mumbled. Izzy couldn't see anything yet in the dark but he could almost hear his red face. "Well what do you want me to do about it?" Axl furrowed his eyebrows, "I don't know! You're the only mother figure in this house!" Axl paused, "...And your wall is right next to my bed."

Izzy laughed with fake amusement, he knew that all too well from when Axl would fuck a girl and she wouldn't shut up. One time Izzy actually heard Axl tell her to shut the hell up or he'll walk away right now. It was kind of funny to be honest. Izzy replied sarcastically, "Do you want me to rub your head and sing you lullabies?" Axl didn't say anything for awhile. "Uh..." Izzy glared. "You want me to rub your head and sing you lullabies don't you." Axl looked down at the floor. ".....Yes please..."

Axl rolled over on his bed to make room for Izzy. All Izzy could think about was that that chick in his room is probably passed out by now. Izzy sat with his back against the wall and Axl rested his head in his lap. Izzy patted the top of his head, "What would you like me to sing for you, your majesty?" Axl wanted to be frustrated with Izzy's sarcasm but he was too tired and oddly appreciated it. "I don't know... Bohemian Rhapsody.." Axl mumbled, stretching out his arms over Izzy's legs sleepily and nestled his face into his hip (which kind of hurt honestly.)

Izzy sang Bohemian Rhapsody, the slower part anyway, but it was fine though because Axl fell asleep before then. The faster part would've gotten him all riled up anyway. Izzy kind of found it funny though how even when Axl was half asleep now, every time Izzy sang, "Mamaaaaaaa..." Axl always responded with a quiet, "..Oooooooooh..."

Axl was just about completely asleep before Izzy could even see a little silhouetto of a man. Then Izzy had a frightening realization. There was no way he could escape until Axl woke up again in the morning. He wasn't very comfortable with Axl's head on his lap but he figured if he were tired enough he probably could've fallen asleep eventually. But he also didn't want to leave that girl in his room on her own and be very confused when she woke up. But Axl would also hurt him very badly if he woke him up trying to escape. He couldn't think of a single thing that he could possibly do where he could both claw his way out and not get beaten up.

Izzy thought, I mean, how bad would it be if I did wake him up? Very bad. Izzy remembered the one time Steven kept bothering him when he was trying to take a nap on the couch and told him several times to cut it out. But Axl has anger issues and Steven is irritating on purpose so when Steven didn't stop, he lost it. He flipped the coffee table, threw Steven into the wall, and slammed him in the stomach with a fire extinguisher. He hit him so hard it knocked the wind out of him and Duff thought for sure he cracked a rib. Izzy thought it was kinda funny because about five minutes after Axl had beaten the living shit out of Steven he was fine again and went back to sleep, (in his room that time though because it was doubtful that Steven would leave him alone even after that.)

But Izzy wasn't trying to annoy him, he just wanted to go back to his room. He was just about to give up and try to sleep but then, almost like a gift sent from God, Slash stumbled in. Stumbled, not walked, because he was obviously drunk. "Hiiiiiiiii Axl, oh. Hiiiiiiiii Izzyyyyyyy!" Slash waved aggressively. Izzy death stared at him and signaled him to be quiet. Slash lowered his voice to a whisper this time, "Hiiiiiii Izzyyyyyyyyyy." Slash flopped down on the floor. "Hey Izzman, whatcha doin in Axl's room?" He gasped obnoxiously, "Did you guys have sex?"

Izzy nearly leaped off the bed and strangled him, "What!? No!" Slash giggled, "Okay, 'cause I was gonna say, you would fight too much over who gets top." Izzy rolled his eyes, "In his dreams." Slash grinned drunkenly, "No, that's ironic because the other night I had a dream where I had sex with him... Of course though afterwards I was in Mexico and he was a hitman trying to kill me... But I don't know why why he'd want to kill me, I was pretty good," Slash said with a yawn.

Izzy eyed at him. He found it funny how he could so calmly talk about having had a sexual dream about Axl. Of course though if he were sober he wouldn't speak a word of it but it was much more fun this way. Slash though looked like he was about to go to sleep on the floor.

"Slash, Slash c'mere." Slash stood up dazedly, "Huh?" Izzy patted the bed for him to sit down and Slash did so, confused. "Okay, now, are you comfortable?" Slash shrugged, laying down now so he was comfy, "Yeah I guess." Izzy grinned, "Okay, good-" Before Slash could escape he shifted Axl's body onto him so Izzy was now free.

Izzy paused for one millisecond to make sure Axl didn't wake up but he just grunted and shifted to adjust to Slash's body now instead of Izzy's, and he was still again in a few seconds.

Slash glared at him, whispering so he didn't disturb Axl, "You traitor." Izzy taunted him doing a little stretch to wake his legs, which had fallen asleep and were numb from Axl's weight. "Sorry Slasher, I gotta go score, maybe if you're drunk enough you will too," He winked at him and glanced down at Axl, who had now made himself quite comfortable and was cuddling into Slash's chest. Izzy was certain that he heard Axl purring. What a dork. "I'll see you fuckers later."

Neither of them had any sex that night.