The Garden

The psychopath and the murderer

Slash sat crisscross-legged on the couch, taking a drink from his cup of coffee, letting his snake slither up his arm. The cold scales brushed along his skin and its tongue would flicker against his shoulder. He sipped from his coffee, but it tasted bitter, and yet not bitter enough.

Was it midnight? Maybe one? He didn't know, but this was usually his time to be at the Garden, he needed to drown his thoughts in something stronger than coffee, but he couldn't go to the Garden. Not tonight. Axl had to work, he'd be there all night, and Slash just didn't think he could see him right now.

But it felt like now more than ever he needed a drink.

He was worried.

He hated worrying, he didn't very often, he was usually very laidback. But every so often he'd get really anxious about something, and he felt incredibly anxious right now.

He did not handle stress well. Doing what he did you'd think he would be able to manage, but he felt incredibly nervous.

It was Axl. Slash knew he could manage by himself, he was tough, he had street smarts, he could get by, but that wasn't what he was worried about. Slash hadn't ever seen Axl like that before. He looked hollow and conflicted, maybe a little scared.. He was hurting, Slash could see it in his eyes.

He'd seen that pain and anxiety before, but never in Axl's eyes. He'd seen him in pain, but never emotional like that. He'd seen him with anxiety before, Axl was an anxious person. But he'd never seen Axl in that state, in pain and fearful like that all at once, he was conflicting, and he was raw.

Slash hadn't ever seen him like that, so emotional and edgy, Slash hadn't even seen Axl cry before then. Granted, last night fucking him he was screaming and his eyes looked watery, gritting his teeth. God he was so fucking hot with the way he twisted in agony and the sounds he made, he was hurting and really close to tears then, but it wasn't the same.

He also enjoyed it, he was in so much pain but pleasure too, this wasn't at all the same. Axl was hurting deep now, on an emotional level, and he'd cried.

Slash had never seen him like that. He didn't know what might happen when he was like that. And Slash had told him a lot. He told him everything, and it was a lot for him to take in. But he had to be honest with him, if he lied, it would just make things worse.

It might've been too much for him. Maybe he ran off somewhere and he'd never see him again.

Slash felt his throat tighten and his stomach sickened, Would Axl really do that?

Am I never going to see him again?

Slash didn't know what would happen between them after they had sex, he'd never thought of himself having a boyfriend before, but he really liked Axl, if Axl had wanted to be his boyfriend Slash thought he could get used to it, he could learn. But he wanted to at least keep things the way they were. Axl was still his friend, he didn't want to lose what he had at least, but maybe now, he wouldn't have him at all.

Slash struggled to drink his coffee, his throat choked with anxiety and dread. He sighed in frustration, setting his cup onto the table and letting the python crawl off him and settle onto the armrest. If he was gonna think this shit over, he was gonna need something stronger than coffee.

He rose to his feet, making his way to his cupboard and taking out a tall bottle of whiskey. He went to pour it into a glass but stopped himself, taking a long swig from the bottle and tossing aside the glass. He tipped his head back, feeling the burn of alcohol run deep down his throat. He had hoped that it would take away his pain, but it didn't do much from the one drink. He went to take another and drown out his thoughts when he heard knocking on his door.