Whole New Complexity (A Sequel to Crazy As Normal)(Izzal)

Chapter 1

Mine is Chanel, Axl thinks in his mind.

The band finished its show for tonight an hour ago. Most members have split up in the nightclub, enjoying their drinks and girls to their own liking. They are lurking in the dark corners intentionally because they need to do something about excitement and impulse from a rush of adrenaline that the show brought. Namely, it is sex. On the other hand, Axl doesn't have any girl under his shoulder. Erin, his girlfriend, is going on errands and late for their show. Actually, she's supposed to be right here, right now, which she told him this morning, but she hasn't showed up yet. He can easily choose any girl but he doesn't. Erin is always red with anger when she sees Axl flirting with the groupies. Woman's touch is a hot potato, indeed. He doesn't want to please her humbly with flowers and candies, and he calmly sits and sips a bottle of beer. A headliner on the stage, a melodic metal band, has just hastened their pitch. He rolls his eyes. He appreciated their musical approach of symphonic dynamism. They can make the best use of it instead of getting fast monotonously.

Thanks to Erin and the boring number, he has plenty of time to study his band mates. Slash is sucking the blonde girl's neck, her hand wriggling in his pants. They appear to moan as noisily as they want, and fortunately the rapid guitar solo perfectly drowns out their sexual whimper. Duff is just taking a glamorous stripper to the bathroom. Steven wears a full smile while sitting on the couch and holding two girls in his arms, looks like he persuades them to try a threesome.

And his childhood friend, Izzy Stradlin, leans against the wall, letting a short haired punk girl kiss him and slide her hand under his black leather jacket to stroke his chest. He does nothing for her yet her enthusiasm doesn't seem to care about his passive reaction. Axl has recognized her as one of Izzy's ardent fans. At first she was probably Duff's adherent. That completely explains why she wears punk. She switched her adoration from Duff to Izzy at maybe her second or third show. Axl's scoffed at her internally while singing. Her punk style is hopelessly far from the rhythm guitarist's type. She should imitate glam rock fashion, like Izzy insisted to Axl once, that he would look much better if he copied Michael Monroe. Axl has been doing exactly what he said. The fact shows that Axl is definitely his type, so imitating him will work for her appearance. Axl rolls his orangish silky hair around his index finger. It's very sad that her hair is too short to be fluffy. Well, she finally wins the guitarist's attention tonight. That's great.

Her Maybelline lip color tastes cheap. I bet you, Izzy. Mine is Chanel. Must be much juicier.

Her hand pats Izzy's inner thigh. Axl doesn't think she makes him swell. No, really, not the slightest. Usually, his hands sneak in under Axl's shirt or skim up the spine when he's turned on, but now he closes his eyes and his arms fall down languidly. Why did he pick her in the first place? It's not like he doesn't have a choice, even now, some better looking girls glimpse at them to seek an opening. Axl decides to observe his emotionally drained friend and the motivated girl minutely. Watching them satisfies his self-esteem more than his surmise. The way she gets excited over seducing him and the way he turns sour on her tell Axl how valuable he is. Axl tempts his friend on a daily basis. She doesn't. Izzy grabs Axl's hand and leads it to his swelling. She won't see the bulge tenting his pants. She'll never hear his desperate moan.

Axl and Izzy have enjoyed kissing for a month. It's easily involved a blowjob, but they haven't developed it into sex. Axl isn't sure if he wants it.

"That's it." He stands up. It's time for extending a helping hand since no girl here is brave enough to rescue him.

Keeping an eye on Izzy, he threads through the crowd. His friend bluntly shows his passivity. The punk girl tucks a lock of his greasy raven hair behind his ear then chews his lips again. Izzy frowns his eyebrows. Seriously, why does he keep her doing this?

"Hey." Axl says to the quiescent figure like a totem pole.

The totem pole opens its eyes as the girl pulls away. Axl's lips wear a slight smile. "Do you wanna taste Chanel?"

Izzy smiles at his proposal with only one side of the face. He's a quick learner though it's a brand new secret code.

"Chanel?" Her eyes leer at Axl bemusedly and at the same time aggressively. She implies what she's got by keeping her hands on Izzy's chest. Her unfriendly response is highly understandable since he's disturbing her passion completely.

"Could you excuse us, honey? We need to talk about tomorrow's show." He says to her in a mellow tone.

"Does your talk include Chanel?" The skeptical voice is sharp on his ears.

He nods. "A part of it." It's not an unmitigated lie. He's going to wear the same lip color tomorrow night.

The guitarist looks down at the floor, both hands shoved into his pockets. Isn't he even going to say good night to her? Axl puts his hand on her back. You need to show your kind heart to your fans otherwise you won't make a hit. "You're gonna come see us tomorrow, aren't you?" He's very aware of the charms in his baritone voice.

"I can organize my schedule for you." comes a pathetic answer. She's fixed on the idea of Izzy adoring her.

"See you then?" Axl offers his best killer smile, also he doesn't forget to stroke her buttocks. He briefly tries leading her misinterpretation to a deeper level. It successfully raises her mind, she consequently looks like she believes that Axl's also warming up to her. She kisses his cheek and waves her hand with a triumphant countenance.

Axl mumbles while he follows her with his eyes. "Why her? You have so many girls waiting in line."

The typical ironic smirk tugs at the corners of Izzy's mouth. "She was the first in the line is all."

"You could pick the hot one from the rest."

"True, but I wasn't in the mood for the tactics. She supposed to be just okay to gratify my needs, that was what I thought."

Axl catches a glimpse of Izzy's crotch. "Hmm, is your dick dead?"

"Shut up." Izzy grumbles. "Where's Erin?"

Axl shrugs his shoulders. Izzy jerks his chin in the direction of behind the stage in a way of a command. It was actually a command in large part. He didn't see his friend's eyes before he walks forward for a few steps. There wasn't any chance that Axl could say something.

Axl tosses the words to Izzy's back. "You're gonna thank me."

"For what?" Izzy looks at him over his shoulder.

"For saving you from fucking her." Axl strides wider and catches up with Izzy.

Still keeping his hands in his pockets, Izzy ignores his words and ducks under the stage.

"Here? Can't you wait till we get home?" Axl stoops his head to examine under the stage.

The iron poles are regularly arranged due to their role of supporting the wooden stage, the stage banging away again and again as the melodic metal band's vocalist jumps. Izzy sits on the concrete floor and beckons him. Axl sits down and lets his friend hold him from the back. The dark haired guitarist raises his eyebrows when he sees his vocalist's smirk.

Axl gives him the answer before he opens his mouth. "I just feel Sean was damn right."

Izzy gives a chuckle. Of course he does. He was the one who defined Axl who was wanting a kiss was a stray sheep, then once it happened, he's been taking an initiative to enjoy these sensual activities. He giggles in the soft crook of Axl's neck until his breath touches Axl's skin incoherently. Axl whines under the stimulus of it. He's never going to apologize to Sean for threatening him with force but he might thank him for informing of this physical gay pleasure.