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Mine (Slash x Rikki Rockett)

Sunset Strip. The music was loud as hell, bass vibrating through the floor, drinks flowing like water, and the place was packed with rockstars, groupies, and chaos.

Rikki was in his element. He was dancing on a damn table, probably drunk off his ass, spinning around and flirting with everyone. His teased hair was bigger than life, his eyeliner smudged in just the right way, and that mischievous grin? Yeah, it was pulling people in like moths to a flame.

Meanwhile, Slash was exactly where you'd expect him—leaning against a wall in the corner, cigarette dangling from his lips, eyes shaded by that damn hat. He was watching Rikki like a damn predator, smirking behind his smoke as Rikki made a fool of himself in the best possible way.

Rikki caught that stare. Of course, he did. He wasn't blind. He locked eyes with Slash, all swagger and teasing, and sauntered his ass over like he owned the damn room.

"You like what you see, sweetheart?" Rikki purred, leaning in way too close, his lips practically brushing Slash's ear.

Slash didn't say a damn word. He just smirked, exhaling smoke slowly, eyes locked on Rikki's like a challenge.

Next thing anyone knew? They were tangled up in a messy, tequila-fueled makeout session in a dark corner, Rikki's lipstick smeared all over Slash's neck, and neither of them gave a damn.

Pure Chaos and Late-Night Shenanigans

From that night on? It was chaos.

Rikki dragged Slash into the wildest adventures.

"Babe," Rikki whispered one night, eyes sparkling with mischief, "I heard there's this afterparty in the Hills. Let's crash it."

Slash, acting like he didn't give a damn but secretly living for it, just raised an eyebrow. "You're gonna get us arrested one day, Rockett."

"Maybe." Rikki grinned. "But it'll be fun."

And oh, was it.

They snuck into clubs they had no business being in, partied until the sun came up, and woke up in random places with no memory of how they got there.

Hotel rooms trashed? Check.
Motorcycles at 3 AM? Double check.
Getting kicked out of clubs for making out in dark corners? Yep.

"Babe," Slash mumbled one morning, pulling Rikki closer in a bed that neither of them recognized, "we're a mess."

Rikki just giggled, snuggling into his chest. "But we're our mess."

But Then... The Soft Moments Hit Hard

For all the chaos and insanity, there were moments... soft moments.

Rikki was all over the place, bouncing from one thing to another, but Slash? He grounded him. When the madness settled, Slash would pull Rikki into his lap, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear.

"You're a mess," Slash would mumble softly, lips brushing against Rikki's temple. "But you're my mess."

And Rikki? He melted every damn time.

Late at night, when the world slowed down, Slash would strum his guitar lazily, fingers dancing over the strings, while Rikki leaned against him, eyes half-closed.

"Play me something, babe," Rikki would mumble, voice full of sleep and warmth.

And Slash? He'd play the most beautiful shit ever, just for him.

"You're the only one who gets me, Slash." Rikki's voice would barely be a whisper, but it always made Slash's heart skip a beat.

Slash wouldn't say much. He didn't have to. He'd just kiss him, soft and slow, like Rikki was the only thing keeping him alive.

But Oh, The Drama...

Of course, it wasn't always smooth sailing. Not with these two.

Fights? Crazy.

Slash's jealousy? Ohhh, it was legendary.

Rikki was a flirt. Everyone knew that. But sometimes? Slash couldn't handle it.

"Who the fuck were you talking to, Rockett?" Slash growled one night after a show, his jaw clenched tight.

Rikki just rolled his eyes, all sass and attitude. "Relax, babe. I was just being friendly."

"Friendly my ass."

And when Slash saw some guy getting too close?

"Touch him again, and you're fucking dead." Slash didn't play.

Rikki, of course, lived to push his buttons. "What's wrong, Lee? Afraid someone's gonna steal me?"

Cue the explosion.

Yelling, doors slamming, and then? INTENSE, can't-keep-their-hands-off-each-other make-up sex.

"Fuck, I hate you sometimes," Slash would groan, fingers tangled in Rikki's hair.

"Love you too, babe," Rikki would smirk before pulling him in for another kiss.

Protective AF Slash

For all the fighting and chaos, though? Slash was insanely protective over Rikki.

If anyone looked at Rikki the wrong way?

"You got a problem, man?" Slash's voice would drop to that low, dangerous tone, and suddenly, shit got real.

And Rikki? He loved it.

"My tough guy," Rikki would tease later, tracing lazy circles on Slash's chest. He acted like he was joking, but deep down? He ate that shit up.

Rikki Being Slash's Biggest Cheerleader

Rikki was Slash's biggest fan.

"That solo was fucking insane, babe!" Rikki would yell from the side of the stage, blowing kisses and hyping Slash up louder than the groupies.

Slash? Pretended not to care. But inside? He was melting.

And Rikki? Oh, he bragged to everyone.

"My boyfriend's a guitar god. No big deal."

PDA? Everywhere. All The Time.

These two? All over each other.

On stage? Rikki would run his fingers through Slash's hair mid-set, teasing him mercilessly.

Off stage? They were making out in the green room like horny teenagers.

In public? Arm around each other, whispering sweet nothings, and driving everyone crazy with how cute they were.

"Babe, people are staring," Slash would mumble, pretending to be annoyed.

"Let them," Rikki would grin, leaning in to steal another kiss.

The Proposal (Because Of Course It's Insane)

When Rikki proposed? It was pure chaos.

"Marry me, Slash," Rikki blurted out at some random party, probably three drinks in, grinning like a madman.

Slash blinked, caught completely off guard. "You're serious?"

"Dead serious." Rikki's eyes, for once, were completely clear.

Slash's heart was pounding.

"You sure about that, Rockett?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

And Slash? He couldn't say no.

"Fuck it," Slash mumbled, pulling Rikki close, lips crashing into his. "I'm in."

Rock 'n' Roll Soulmates.

They were wild. They were messy. But underneath it all? They were completely obsessed with each other.

Slash balanced out Rikki's madness. And Rikki? He made Slash feel alive.

They fought. They made up. They loved like no one else ever could.

Forever and always.