Who The Hell Are Mötley Crüe

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Mick starts to already think about quitting as he watches the bassist tackle his boyfriend straight into the drum kit. He didn't have any issue with the relationship, he'd been with a handful of male omega's and beta's in his life so he really couldn't say anything, what he had a problem with was the fact that not only were they far to lovey dovey to each other behind closed doors but also because Tommy was currently grinding up into Nikki's thigh infront of them like it was nothing in this world.

"Tommy!" Vince snaps at the brunette, causing them to stop. "We have a child in the room,"

"Sorry," he pouts out, burying his face into Nikki's neck like an omega would to their alpha. Mick just stares very confused at the relationship. Beta's weren't meant to have true mates, but the two of them were acting as if they were just that.

Nikki peals himself off of Tommy before walking into the ajoing kitchen to grab four beers. "Right, let's get to business."

The four jump back behind their instruments, finally playing a whole run-through of Live Wire. They were going to destroy not only the strip but the entire fucking world. This was the beginning of their fucking lives.

"Mama!" Danny asks as the song finishes

"Yes, baby boy." Vince replies, crouching down in front of the kid on the couch.

"It's very loud, but it sounds so cool." Vince places a kiss on the boys head, smiling wide.

"Get any other material, Sixx?" Vince asks as he turns back to his new band mates.

"What about this one?"

"Take Me To The Top!" Vince reads out loud, giving Nikki a smile. "Lets fucking do it"

Vince watches as Tommy twirls his sticks around before Mick hits the first note of the song. Vince grabs the peice of Peper in one hand and the mike in the other and waits for his cue.

"Don't you know, know, know
It's a violation
I still hear you saying
Such a perfect, perfect night
No, no, no fight, all temptation
Well in a black-hearted alley fight
I'm screaming Take me to the heights tonight!

Take me to the top..."

They spend the new two hours working on perfecting the two songs before Mick throws out a guitar solo that would later be used in the album title song Too Fast For Love. "That sounds fucking sick dude" Tommy yells out a huge smile plastered on his face.

"You think everything is sick drummer." Mick corrects placing a hand on his back and quietly groaning in pain.

"You okay Mick?" Nikki asks getting concerned.

"I'm fine bassist. You got any vodka." He asks, trying to dodge the conversation.

"We're out. Ran out last night after the drummer boy over there knocked over the last bottle we had." The bassist complains. The drummer groans at his boyfriend for ratting him out so easily, causing both Vince and Nikki to laugh.

"Some things don't change, do they, Thomas." Vince teases, causing the drummer to stick his middle finger up at him.

"Fine, I'll go get some more, but in my defence, it was Nikkis fault I knocked the bottle." Nikki gasps at the accusation, causing Mick to once again roll his eyes.

"Also, babe, try and grab some blow whilst you're out." Nikki says, slapping his ass on the way out, causing Tommy to let the door slam behind him.

"Are you two going to constantly be like this?" Mick complains.

"Mick one thing you'll have to learn is that Tommy's a whore and I already know for a fact that Nikki's a fucking pervert" Vince says sitting because down on the couch.