My Random Guns N' Roses One-shots

Axl x Sebastian Bach (from Skid Row) (also smut)

Hey y'all, happy new year. This is a request I got for some Sebaxl smut; so here you go. I haven't actually ever read or written any Skid Row fanfiction; so if this is a horrible portrayal of Sebastian, I'm sorry. I also tried to find an actual event that I could base this off of, and I found a show where Skid Row opened for Guns N' Roses in the Use Your Illusion tour; it's the one in Inglewood California, August 3rd, 1991. I couldn't quite tell of Izzy had quit yet, from what I know, his resignation was announced on November 7th (if I'm wrong, please correct me). Basically what I'm saying is that I tried to be as true to real events as possible but probably fucked up. Anyway, hope you enjoy :)

"Remind me again why we're having Skid Row open for us?" Duff's ridiculously long legs were casually resting across Axl's thighs; he was acting completely oblivious to the fact that they weren't welcome there, taking a calm and arrogant sip of his vodka while staring knowingly at the redhead.

"Because they're a good band."

"Because what Princess Axl wants, Princess Axl gets." Axl shot a glare at his rhythm guitarist. Izzy was getting progressively bitchier as this tour went on, and it was getting on his nerves. He blamed sobriety.

"Their lead singer looks like he could be my fucking sister."

"Nah man..." Slash had decided to abandon his now mostly empty bottle of whiskey to slur out his own opinion on the discussion. "Your sister's hot... Sebastian's like... you know..."

Axl shot them all his best 'I disapprove of this discussion' look, crossing his arms and glaring. "Do any of you have anything helpful to add, or am I just going to have to listen to drunken rambling until we go onstage?"

"Why you being so pissy man... we're just stating common knowledge..."

"I think Axl's pissed because he wants to fuck Sebastian." Duff stretched his legs out even longer and the heels of his cowboy boots dug uncomfortably into his legs.

"Axl wants to fuck anything that walks on two legs, what else is new?" Izzy Stradlin could go die in a hole.

Sebastian ducked into a crowded bar; hopefully none of the groupies had followed him and he would be lost in the crowd. He didn't feel like pussy tonight; fucking a chick meant he would have to act all rough and dominating, which was exhausting. He was allowed to want to be fucked once in a while right? The ideal way this night ended was with him being fucked in the ass. But back to the problem at hand.

He sauntered up to the crowded bar and tried to catch the eye of the woman serving drinks. She had messy hair somewhat pulled back to reveal a thin face with dark circles under her eyes; appeared to be somewhere in her late twenties, and looked absolutely done with her job. She was serving drinks to two boys that were definitely under the legal drinking age and were making complete asses of themselves, trying out every pickup line they had ever heard and calling her an ungrateful cunt when she didn't respond; she hurried over to him when it registered that there was a different customer that was trying to order a drink.

"What can I getcha?" Sebastian ordered a beer and decided to leave her alone; dropping a twenty dollar bill onto the counter and turning to aimlessly meander the rest of the bar.

He was perusing the tables, looking for one that wasn't full of completely shitfaced patrons, when he spotted a man sitting alone in a booth. When he got near enough that he could see who it was through the darkness of the bar, he found Axl Rose sitting with his feet propped up on the table, smoking a cigarette. Damn that looked sexy. Axl was the kind of guy who seemed to effortlessly seduce everyone in the surrounding vicinity. He sat down in the plastic covered seat across from the singer.