Welcome to the Jungle, Sweetheart

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Axl hissed, "Slash are you a fucking idiot!?"

Slash stepped back, startled and a little offended, but he knew Axl was in a mood. "How so?" He asked, as calmly as he could.

Axl glared at him, "Slash they're gonna figure it out! I fucking clawed all the skin off your back! You put bruises on my hips and I can hardly walk in a damn straight line! Can't you see that that's a little fucking suspicious!?"

Slash scratched the back of his head, "Yeah... Yeah I could see that," he admitted.

Axl growled, "Fuck Slash! This is a fucking problem!" Slash looked at him and he could see he was getting pretty worked up again. Slash didn't say anything, just let Axl hiss all his doubts at him. Slash wasn't sure if it was at him, or more just he had something on his mind and Slash was who he was venting to.

Axl's voice began to break, "I can't do this Slash! I just can't! I can't! I can't I can't I can't I can't-" Slash cut him off and he trapped him in his arms. Axl writhed, "Let go of me! Don't fucking touch me!" Slash didn't let go of him. He just held him tighter and closer, picking him up and sitting him down on the bed in his lap.

Axl hissed and kicked and tried to claw his way out but he couldn't escape. Axl had relentlessly bruised him and scratched him enough to make him bleed, but Slash didn't loosen his grip on him. Eventually Axl's energy began to falter and he grew too tired to keep struggling.

Axl panted, his body going limp in his arms. Axl didn't say anything yet, his anger still wearing off. Strands of red hair was covering his face, Slash would've liked to brush them away to see his pretty green eyes but Axl was still edgy and he was afraid of what he might see in his dark, meaningful depths.

"...I'm sorry honey... " he whispered. Slash tucked his hair behind his ear. Axl flinched away for a brief second, but then he relaxed and leaned his head against him. Axl sighed, "I... I didn't mean to yell at you, you didn't deserve that, you didn't do anything wrong... I shouldn't've taken it out on you..."

Slash continued to comb his hair with his fingers to soothe him, "Its alright, I know you didn't mean to," he said in a gentle voice.

Axl took a deep breath looking up at Slash. He had a strange look in his eyes. "What?" Slash asked dumbfound.

Axl smirked, "Do you wanna have sex now?"

Slash's heart fluttered and his face must've flushed red. "I-I, well I uh.."

Before Slash could reply with real words Axl was already kissing all over his neck. Slash groaned and backed up on the bed, letting Axl crawl over him. Axl sat comfortably on his hips, kissing and biting at his neck. "A-ah!" Slash stammered as Axl nipped at his neck with his teeth.

Axl began to work his way down his chest to his lower stomach. Axl undid the top button of his jeans and kissed right along his waistline. "Ow!" Slash flinched, "What're you doing?"

Axl grinned, "I'm giving you a hickey fuckhead, hold still." Axl glanced up at him, "You never been marked before sweetheart?"

Slash shrugged, "No I just, never so... low."

Axl smiled, biting and sucking on his skin to leave a little bruise. Slash moaned softly, "Nnngh, why again?" he breathed.

Axl shrugged, "I dunno, just a little sign of Axl was here."

Slash glanced down at him. "I thought you were just saying earlier you didn't want it to be obvious?" he asked, a slight hint of teasing in his voice.

Axl hissed, "Shh, no this is different. You already bruised up my hips and hurt my ass mister, this is just a little bit of the payback. Just be grateful I'm being a little discreet with my placing sweetheart."