My Random Guns N' Roses One-shots

Izzy x Duff (no smut, but there is some kinky shit, like spanking ;p)

The alarm clock sitting on the beaten up file cabinet that served as a nightstand read three forty-five. Three forty-five in the morning to be exact. Izzy was lying face-down under the stained sheets and worn quilt, snoring softly into the pillow. His behavior was completely normal for it being the middle of the night. It wasn't actually three forty-five, the alarm clock was slow by about sixteen and a half minutes, but it was close enough.

Duff, on the other hand, was not asleep. He was like a young child on Christmas morning, well aware that it was too early to be awake, and yet he was too excited to fall back asleep. Also like a child on Christmas morning, he was well aware that if he woke Izzy up that he would most definitely get in trouble, so he tried to lie as quietly as possible on his side of the bed. Izzy didn't have all that many ground rules for their relationship, he was definitely one of the most laid back dominants that Duff had met, but there was one rule that was strictly enforced, which that Duff was not allowed to wake him up before eight o'clock under any circumstances. Also, today was going to be a special day and he didn't want to ruin it by being naughty.

And so, Duff tried really hard to sleep. He tried to clear his mind and close his eyes. It didn't work. He tried counting sheep. It didn't work. He tried rolling over to his other side to see if he could find a more comfortable position. That didn't work either. He was just too excited. Today marked the two-year mark in their relationship and they had agreed to make things official. Not like get engaged, neither of them really cared about marriage and it wasn't legal anyway so there was no point, but Izzy was going to collar him today and Duff was excited. Not just a collar that he would wear during playtime either, but one he would get to wear all the time to show the world that he was Izzy's.

Thinking about it made Duff so excited he almost squealed. Then he remembered that it was a little after four in the morning and he must not wake Izzy up. It didn't hamper his excitement any though. Duff couldn't wait until it was eight o'clock. Izzy had implied that he had a special day planned for just the two of them. Duff tried to keep himself occupied by imagining all the different kinds of collars Izzy could have bought him. Maybe Izzy had gotten him one of those collars that had a ring in the front of it that Izzy might use to drag him closer for kisses or to lead him around. Maybe Izzy would get him one of those pretty leather ones with a tag that said "Property of Izzy Stradlin" on it. Maybe Izzy had gotten him a collar that looked more like a necklace. Without thinking about it, Duff let out a happy squeak.

Izzy stopped snoring. The room grew uncomfortably silent and Duff suddenly realized that the squeak he had just made had been out loud. Guiltily, he tried to slide under the covers. Maybe Izzy would just go back to sleep.

"Why the fuck are you awake?" Izzy had not, evidently, gone back to sleep. Duff tried to slide deeper under the blankets, but Izzy just snatched the sheets away from him, leaving him more exposed than before.

"Ummmm..." Duff couldn't meet Izzy's eyes so he stared down at his own hands instead. A feeling of guilt flared up in his chest as he moved his hands aimlessly. Izzy had probably spent a lot of time and money into making this day special for him and Duff had gone and woken him up simply because he couldn't contain his own excitement. "I couldn't sleep because I was too excited. I'm sorry Izzy."

"Look at me." When Duff hesitated, Izzy gripped his jaw and forced him to tip his head up and make eye contact. Izzy's hand was rather uncomfortable, but he followed it anyway. He had broken one of Izzy's rules, Izzy would punish him, and then next time he would do better. Duff just hoped that Izzy wasn't too angry. At the thought that he might have made Izzy angry, he looked down again.

"Duff. Look at me." Hesitantly, Duff met Izzy's gaze, staring into a face that- thankfully- didn't show any anger, but instead showed a sort of sternness such as the kind of gaze a parent would give a child who accidentally spilled their orange juice. "I get it. I'm excited too. But you still woke me up-" Izzy glanced over at the alarm clock, "-not quite four hours before eight and that's too early in the morning."