~Vince Neil POV~
We just had John's funeral last week and Tommy's been distraught. I turned 123 a few days ago too, it's just been weird. It's almost time for us to go to Irvine to do another tour with KISS, I fucking hate those guys. Oh and another thing, Ronnie's expecting twin boys: Jesse and Tyrone. Nikki thinks they're not his because they didn't have sex the day Ronnie is saying he conceived the kids.
We will see, he's due soon so. I'll let you guys know how it goes.
~March 26th~
Yep they were definitely NOT Nikki's babies. Those babies were black! Nikki filed for divorced straight after that and got to keep his house, motorcycle and car, Ronnie got the rest. The kids weren't included in the divorce battle because of obvious reasons, and Storm and Frankie are living their own lives so.
~Flashback. December 8th 1982~
"All right, stop stalling. Who would you rather fuck: Cyndi Lauper or Boy George?" I asked looking at Razzle, we were both extremely drunk. "How about neither." He said, "Nah, man. You've gotta pick one, all right. You've got a gun to your head. Fuck one or die. Which one is it gonna be?" I asked looking at him again.
"No, you know what? I'm having trouble accepting this premise. Under what circumstances would I find myself in such a situation?" Razzle said laughing a bit. "It's a mystery, you Cockney fuck." I said laughing, "It's a mystery!"
"You know, some random fucker's trapped the three of you in a room, and he's demanding you fuck one of them." I said giving him a scenario. "Well, what does this mysterious person benefit from my sexual humiliation?" He asked as I replied with, "I don't know, man, but you're definitely gonna die if you don't fucking pick."
There was a pause. "In that case, I think I'd have to go with the Lauper. At least she's got the proper plumbing." Razzle said pausing to think for a second. "Hey, no, but Georgie Boy, he's probably more experienced in the handling of penis." Raz said laughing now as I laughed too before realizing I was on the opposite side of the road. "What the fuck!" I screamed as we collided with another car.
CRASH
I woke up after the cars collided and realized Razzle was on my lap. "Jesus." I said looking at Raz. "Hey, that was a fucking close one, man." Raz said sliding in and out of consciousness as he laughed. "But...where are we?" I asked as he replied with, "Look at all the lights!" "What the fuck are you talking about, man." I said looking up at the red flashing lights.
"Oh yeah. Look at the lights, man. What do you want for Christmas, Raz?" I said looking at him only to realize he was dead. "Wake up, man. Raz, wake up. Hey!" I said slapping him as a police officer approached our car. "Wake up, man. My buddy fell asleep. Hey! Wake up, man. Oh my God. Help! Razzle! Come on, man. Wake up!" I yelled.
~End Flashback~
I broke down crying, I was in the middle of getting ready for the show, literally 10 minutes till and I got a flashback again from that horrible night I killed my best friend, boyfriend and love of my life. I lost our baby in that crash too, it was a fucking horrible night. "Vinnie! You good?" Mick said knocking on the door as I looked up at my now ruined mascara.
"Yeah! Uh- yeah I'm fine! I'll be out in a second!" I said fixing up my makeup as I sighed.
~After The Show~
I just got back on the tour bus and hid from the world, I was a fucking horrible person! "Vinnie?" Nikki said sitting next to me as I looked at him, my mascara running down my face as he frowned. "I'm a horrible person, Sixx. I killed my boyfriend and our baby that night..." I said as he hugged me. "I shouldn't have been driving!" I said crying hard as he rubbed my back.
"Shh~ There there~ It's ok Vinnie~" He said as I whimpered. "Sixx..." I said looking at him as I leaned closer, and he did the same as our lips softly touched. He immediately cupped my face as our make out quickly got heated. "Sixx~" I moaned as he threw off our shirts and immediately caressed my sides while still kissing me as I gasped.
"Nikki~" I moaned as he smirked and threw off the rest of our clothes and pinned me to the bed. "Nikki!" I whined as he sucked on my neck causing me to squeal. He grabbed a condom from his jeans as he ripped open the packaging with his teeth before slipping it on. I grabbed onto the headboard as he slowly pushed in all the way as I gasped.
"Shit! Nikki~" I moaned as he slowly started to thrust as I whined. "Harder! Faster!" I begged as he smirked and pulled halfway out before slamming into me as our hips collided hard. "Ahh! YES! FUCK!" I moaned loudly as he kept up the rough pace, sucking on my neck occasionally as I cried out. "Nikki! Ahhh god!" I moaned loudly as he groaned. "Fuck!" He growled as I cried out, coming all over our stomachs as he came inside the condom as I gasped.
"PULL OUT!" I yelled as he immediately did so realizing there was a hole in the condom. "Ah fuck" He said as I sighed. I was a firm believer in abortion is wrong so I knew if I was pregnant there's no way in hell I'm getting rid of it. "Just take the morning after pill and you'll be fine" He said tying the condom and throwing it away.
"Sorry, Sixx. But I'm a firm believer in abortion is wrong" I said crossing my arms as he rolled his eyes. "Whatever, your fucking choice then" He said throwing his clothes back on as he got into his bunk. It was a rough sleep that night, mainly because Mick decided to bring Eric Carr back onto our bus and fuck him until 2 in the god damn morning.
~6 am~
I groaned and rubbed my eyes, I was fucking exhausted. I barely got any sleep and we have an hour to the next show. I poured myself a cup of coffee as I drank it, I had already taken a pregnancy test and it was negative so. "Did you get any sleep last night?" Nikki said pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Barely" I said rubbing my eyes, my hair was a mess. "Also I'm not pregnant" I said showing him the test as he nodded.
"It was a one time thing anyway" He said as I scoffed. "Go figure with you" I said looking out the window. "Hey what's that supposed to mean!" I said as I looked at him. "I'm not your type, Sixx. I know that very well. Your type is guitarists and bassists." I said as he looked stunned. "Well- I- dammit! You're not wrong!" He said as I laughed. "I know!" I said as Tommy groaned and came in to pour himself a cup of coffee.
"Hey T-bone, you get any sleep?" Nikki asked as he flipped us off, he was not a morning person. I'm hoping Mick doesn't get with that drummer, I don't like KISS and I never fucking will. "Hey Sixx can you pass me my Prazosin?" I said as he threw me the bottle. "Thanks" I said taking one, it was my PTSD medication so I wouldn't have nightmares and shit about Razzle's crash.
And then we heard Mick going at it with Eric again as we all groaned. This was going to be a fucking long ass day. Save me
Oh and we're going to a festival soon, I think we're all going to find our special someone's, I just have a really good gut feeling
~The US Festival May 28th 1983. Maybe you guys have some guesses who they could end up with~
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Home Sweet Home
Fiksi PenggemarSince Vince Neil was a kid he's seen women come and go from his father's life. He instantly hits it off with Nikki Six when he realizes they share a similar childhood. There's a lot of things people will never know about Vince. Read to find out more!
