The End Of Us, Sid Vicious X OC

Captain, Not So Sensible & Sid, Very Vicious

(This is set a little less than a month later)

ALSO WARNING!!! VERY BIG WARNING!!!!
.....there's a lil bit of smut at the start and oml i think it's bad. as i've said before i'm not confident when it comes to writing this stuff but i wanna give it a go....please tell me what u think and i'm hoping *prays to the lord* that it's good enough that you'll want to see more of it or it'll at least give me the courage to write more. also there won't be any pregnancy scares so dont worry about that lmaooo ALSO THIS CHAPTER IS RLY LONG SO I APOLOGISE 

music roared throughout the club, it was a busy night and no wonder why, the one and only Damned were playing tonight along with the Sex Pistols playing after them so tensions were quite high.....as was Vanity.

yes she and Sid broke their vow to Vivienne and shot up, they both did pretty well considering how long they went without it but it was a bit hard to resist it when Mickey was waving it straight under their noses.
so with that Vanity and Sid were back to using drugs. after their camping trip got cut short, Steve was the one who instigated it saying that he'd had enough and wanted to go home and that was only the first night, so they packed their stuff and left.

backstage both Sid and Vanity we're no where to be seen and that meant only one thing. no they weren't shooting up.....yet
instead they we're having sex in the toilets. so whilst Malcolm was scowering around backstage trying to find the chaotic couple, Sid was stood in-between Vanity's legs absolutely fucking the shit out of her.

Vanity's skirt was hoisted up and her shirt was lifted up halfway from where Sid had previously had his hands however now they were furiously gripping her hips, his fingernails leaving small crescent moon indents on her sides. Vanity tightly gripped Sid's black spiked hair, nuzzling her face into his neck as she tried to muffle her moans so no one could hear them. "shit Sid" she panted trying to keep it quiet as Sid thrusted into her

"do you want me to stop" he asked however continued at the same pace "no no no no keep doing that" Vanity rushed out as she kissed up the side of his neck. Sid loosened his grip, the calluses of his fingertips grazed the soft skin of her outer thigh as he moved to hoisted her knee higher up.
"Fuck i love you" Sid mumbled as he began to sped up his thrusts.

Vanity began to whine a little as Sid pulled her closer to him however a sudden knock at the door was heard. "Who's in there?" the annoying voice of Malcolm was heard, Vanity nor Sid answered and instead placed both of their hands over on another's mouth.

Sid sped up his movements and Vanity could feel the ache in the pit of her stomach build up, it was like a warm feeling of euphoria as the knocks from Malcolm blurred into the background. As Sid continued to thrust into her both of them began to feel that familiar feeling of bliss.

after a few more ruthless thrusts both Vanity and Sid came in unison, the knot in her stomach coming undone as as she silently moaned into Sid's hand. his head fell onto her shoulder, his whole body going weak.

"who's in there?" Malcolm asked again. Vanity huffed and decided to answer. "it's me Malcolm!" she shouted, trying to cover the fact she was out of breath. it seemed to work because Malcolm didn't bat an eye. "Vanity? have you seen young Sidney?" he asked, his brows furrowed. Sid smirked as he began to kiss her neck, knowing where her sweet spot was which almost always made her giggle.

"um no! i haven't" she tried to hold back her laugh as Sid began to kiss down her neck to her chest. "stop it" she whispered however he didn't listen, instead began to leave little bites where her shirt was exposed. "oh right, well if you do see him let him know that i want to have a word with him and the band." Malcolm shouted before finally leaving them. Vanity managed to push Sid off of her and instead she turned herself around, pulling her shirt down to see her neck and sure enough her eyes widened due to the sheer amount of purple blotches on it.