Dream On

Slash Has A Twin?

Things had been going well between Axl and Slash in the past couple of months. They had been on tour for two weeks now and Duff and Izzy has finally managed to drown out the images of the pair constantly fucking and replace them with the more pleasant ones of playing show after show night after night.

That evening was a free one for the whole band, they had no show in the evening and practice had long been over by the time they all made it in their hotel after their afternoon fun in order to reenergize and plan for the night ahead.

Duff, Izzy and Steven remained at the hotel for the time being and decided to visit the strip club across the street later on during the night, in hopes of finding some lucky groupies to spend their night with, while Slash had promised to take Axl out for dinner.

In the beginning Axl had thought that doing romantic things like that with Slash made him more girly, more feminine, more like the queer stereotype he always made fun of, but he soon realized that he had never felt more masculine than when he was with Slash, had never felt more comfortable in his own skin, had never felt so much like himself. And that had everything to do with accepting himself, accepting the fact that he enjoyed feeling feminine sometimes, wearing women's clothes and wanting to be held like a delicate flowers, accepting the fact that he enjoyed being dominated, enjoyed being held down and treated like an animal only to be attached with soft kisses the next second, and accepting that none of these made him any less of a man, this admittance actually making him more of one than he had ever been.

That's what Axl was thinking while he headed up to get ready for their date, as Slash walked the other way to go get ready as well and make the necessary preparations for their evening.

Axl made his way to his hotel room, discarded his clothes in a pile on the bed and jumped in the shower, taking his time to gently massage his scalp and cleanse his long hair. After he was done and his skin was bright red from the scalding hot water, he wrapped a towel around his waist and grabbed another one to drain some of the water from his hair. He then used a hairdryer to complete dry his hair and went to the closet, where he had dumped all his suitcase's contents, to pick something out to wear.

He decided on a pair of rose patterned leggings –Slash's favorite- along with a graphic yet simple white t-shirt and a pair of black leather converse with white shocks sticking from above the shows and bunching around his ankle. He completed his look with a few necklaces hanging at different lengths along with a bunch of bracelets and rings on his hands, while he decided to leave his hair hanging in soft locks around his face, without a bandana or hat to mess with it or keep it in place.

He glanced at the mirror one last time, figured he looked good enough and made his way out in the hallway, impatiently walking towards Slash's room to meet the younger man.

He knocked on the door a few times but received no answer.

"Slash?" he asked "you in there?"

Again no answer. He used the spare key that Slash had given him to get inside, but when the door opened he was greeted with an empty room. He looked around for a bit, searching for any signs that Slash had just been there but found none, so he made his way out again, this time almost colliding with Izzy in his way to search for Slash.

"Hey Izzy, have you seen Slash?" he asked.

"No why?"

"I was supposed to meet him now. You sure you haven't seen him?"

"Yes Axl, I'm sure" he answered kind of tense.

"Is there something you're not telling me?" Axl asked starting to get annoyed.