riches - slaxl

1, is this gay?

slash pov-

I had given her everything. anything she could ever ask for, yet she still seemed to want more from me. The things I buy for her went from the littlest diamond ring to the most expensive modern car In the world; I couldn't take it anymore.

"The fuck do you mean you're leaving me, asshole?!" Angry tears flowing from her face as she smashed the expensive glass decorations I had bought her last week. it's not like I wanted to do this, but I couldn't stand having someone that only wanted me for my riches and not myself. sure, the sex was amazing; but that never stopped me from wondering if maybe she actually loved me. Even just a tiny bit. Axl had warned me about her, "You can't just take bitches off from the streets expecting them to actually love you," I'll take your word on it axl, I definitely should have listened to him.

"You know what? I don't give a shit anymore, it's not like I actually loved you anyways." she told me with the snarkiest look on her face. oh, that hurt. It hurt even worse when I would reach out to give her a loving kiss, only for her to swat my face away, mumbling something of a 'no', or 'not right now'. After sex, I would even try to cuddle up next to her, which that didn't work well with my embarrassment of being shoved away. Of course, she's left me dumbfounded, sitting on the couch with JD in hand, staring at the white walls. She had left an hour ago, with angry curses pouring from her mouth and keys dangling from her hand. but this time, instead of trying to persuade her to stay a couple more nights, I didn't. So, I grabbed the telephone and called my only escape, my friend, my buddy. Axl.

He hadn't always helped me with everything, sometimes he would even get mad at me for just rambling. Recently, we have been getting closer, more closer than I'd ever imagined. I used to hate him. absolutely despise him, even. It's weird to say I don't anymore, in fact I've found a spot of comfort next to him.
"Hey," I couldn't hide the fact I've been upset very well, immediately he knew something was up. "What's up, Slasher?" God, his voice sounded amazing as always.
"nothing much man, wanna come over?" I could hear his girlfriend yelling at him in the background, one of my reasonings to hate her. she's always been so fucking annoying, and in my perspective, she doesn't deserve Axl.
"Of course motherfucker, what's goin' on, you upset? Did that dumbass girlfriend of yours fuck up again?" "Something like that," I told him. I was a man of truth, but hell I'm not saying anything when his 'perfect' girlfriend is around.
"I'll be there in a bit, slasher." Finally, those words. he hadn't come over in a week, I swore I was ready to die.

Axl pov-
what the hell is up now? Man, I swear I get tired of his shit sometimes. Of course, I would always be a friend for him, but damn he needs to get his shit sorted. Recently, me and slash had been hanging out a bit more, which meant more drugs, more alcohol, and more booze. and I could never say no to that.
So I said by to my girlfriend Stephanie, and hit the road.

Slash pov-
Sometimes I felt axl was my only escape, my comfort space. I wondered if he felt the same about me? a knock on the door caused me to jump out of my thoughts. "Open up slash! God damnit," I scurried up to the door in my drunken state, "woah." he looked around my place, utterly completely destroyed. plates , expensive plates were smashed on the ground, pillows that were once on the couch were thrown on the floor. "The fuck happened here man?" that's when he took in my appearance, eyes softening, almost fucking watering. I felt embarrassed, looking like a complete mess. I've never been like this infront of him. "hey man.. you alright?" he looked at me, "I mean, I guess." Tears formed in my eyes when I realized no. I really wasnt okay. "Let's just uhm, sit down okay? I'll get you some water and I'll clean this shit up." I slumped down on the couch feeling the headache come back, my palms were sweaty from embarrassment, and my head cloudy from alcohol.I took in Axl's appearance, looking better than ever unlike me. his golden hair swaying and draped along his shoulders, green eyes with worry. He really cares about me? Really? He gave me a glass cup filled with water.
"You gonna tell me what happened or what?" I couldn't speak, instead I just took a sip, that should be enough for him. he sat down beside me, taking off my hat, the one I always wore to shield me from everything. I hated so much when my hat was off, everything just flowed to me. Embarrassment, sadness, anger, everything. "Cmon man, talk to me." he said as he put a comforting arm around me, assuring me he wouldn't judge. "I just can't," I paused feeling more tears, flowing freely now trickling down my cheeks. "why?" I clinged onto him for more support, he fully engulfed me in his arms, massaging my scalp to calm me down. he always knew how to make me feel better. "She left me, god why?" his hands rubbed my back, "relax, you knew she was fucking using you. God, should've listened to me in the first place." "This isn't the fucking time for 'i told you'!" But he was right. I really should have. "You know man? I thought she actually loved me, I would always try to kiss her but she would fucking push me away. I feel so goddamn stupid right now. And you're not fucking helping." Why the fuck am I lying? He is definitely helping with just his simple existence. "Then why did you fucking call me over asshole!" shit, I fucked up. he pushed me off him, instead of sympathy in his eyes, it was replaced with anger and annoyance. "If you're just going to be an asshole, then get the fuck out!" I yelled at him, more and more tears, not because of my recently disappearing of my girlfriend, because I didn't want him to go too. "Fine then. Fuck you," he paused grabbing his keys "don't fucking bother calling me, Saul." he only used my real name when he wanted me to fucking face it, and blame me.

axl pov-
Are you fucking kidding me?! I Care for him and hes gonna fucking shove me back. what a fucking asshole. I look back at him one last time. He was crying even more now. fuck, now I feel bad. I just fucking stood there, I could even hear his sobs, something I really wouldn't want to hear on a daily basis. I was assuming he thought I already left, he didnt even fucking try anymore. Usually, when we had fights he would try to talk to me, make it up to me after. This time, he didnt. which only made it hurt even more, seeing my best friend in this state. Too exhausted out of his mind to do anything but cry. "god, please don't fucking cry like that, slash" his crying stopped, "please don't fucking leave right now, I can't take anymore of this okay?" he said mumbling into his elbow. He got up, heading towards his bedroom, stumbling; his face completely red. I ran over to help him, and he used me as support. I gently put him on the bed and walked away. "No," I heard him say. "Lay with me." what? He's asking me, axl rose to lay in his bed with him? is he gay or some shit? I accompanied him anyways, laying beside him uncomfortably, trying to not get too close. "Cmere." he gently pulled me against him, not even caring about if I wanted this or not. I heard his breath finally calm down, and he snaked his arms around me. why the fuck did this feel so good? I even smiled a bit to myself, taking in his scent. Smelt so fucking good all the time. I didn't care if he smelt like beer and cigars, it was his signature smell. And I loved it. His hand slowly traveled to my hair, not trying to startle me. how the fuck could his gentle ass ever scare me anyway? to me, slash is like a big cuddly teddy bear, always wanting love love love all the time. He started to play with my hair, fumbling with the golden red locks. he had once told me his favorite part of me was my hair, I didn't even believe he thought of me in such a nice way. Even my fans think I am scary, or mean, but god, sometimes I want a hug too y'know? And slash did just that. Realization hit me. what the fuck? I have a girlfriend, and I'm cuddling up with a man. My best friend, even. I looked up, "is this weird?" He looked down at me with questioning eyes. "hugging you? No. Not at all." "no you dumbass I mean is this gay?"i stared into his sweet brown eyes, getting lost again. oh, his beautiful eyes. "I mean kind of" he smiled, I snickered at his stupid comment. "Whatever."

-hi!!! It's been awhile since I've been on here, finally out of that disgusting anime fase. anyway, I'm starting a new series, yes I will try to continue only if anyone reads it lmao. I am so so very sorry for that stupid ass writing of sasunaru I did back in 2021 (that shit was ass!) I am finally starting to write a lil better thanks to school, and I will continue this series!