Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

You're Safe Now (Mick x Vince)

Vince was sitting alone at the bar waiting patiently for Mick to return from talking some girl out of their business. He'd been dating the guitarist for almost two years now and still, even after coming out as gay, girls rubbed themselves all over him. He'd always hated it.

He felt a pair of arms wrap around him. These arms were thick and burly, not skinny and bony like Mick's. Great.

Without looking up, he snarled,"Get.your.fucking.hands.off.me." The guy pushed his shirt up, rubbing his sides. 

"What's wrong, baby? I'm sure a pretty thing like you would love an easy lay."

This time Vince whipped around to face the guy and christ, was he an ugly fucker. He glared at him, squirming. The guy only tightened his grip and hoisted him up into his thick arms.

"PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN! I AIN'T YOUR PLAYTHING!" Vince screamed and thrashed around. The guy just continued walking towards the restrooms.

Fear overwhelmed the singer as he realized what the guy was going to do to him. He began screaming, kicking, punching, anything to get out of the guys grasp. The guy flinched at a few hits but showed no sign of letting him down. 

Vince began to cry as the guy entered the restroom and put him down, slamming him against the wall. "Let me go, please, please, let me go," the blonde was near begging. 

"I don't think so, sweetheart. I'm gonna have a little fun with you first," he slid his hands down Vince's curvy figure, squeezing his hips,"Such a hot body. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, my little slut." He slid his hands down further, groping Vince's ass. Hard.

"Aha! St-stop! Please! I'll do anything!" 

The guy ignored him and slid a hand down his jeans.

BANG 

The door burst open and Vince peered over the guy's shoulder, heart soaring when he saw Mick. The guitarist's teeth were bared and his eyes blazed with hatred.

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HIM YOU CUNT!" Mars literally lunged at the guy and ripped him off of Vince, throwing him to the ground. He kicked the guy over and over, screeching obscenites Vince couldn't bring himself to repeat.

"YOU FUCKER YOU'LL DIE FOR THIS!" Mick pulled a switchblade out of his pocket and raised it above his head, ready to end the guy.

"MICK STOP, STOP! YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH!" the guitarist was pulled out of his trance by his lover's voice. Vince was slumped against the wall, shaking like a leaf.

"Vince! Oh baby, I'm so sorry! I never should have left you for so long!" Mick pulled Vince into his arms and carried him out of the restroom, leaving the guys unconscious body behind.

Nikki immediately ran up to them, eyes on Vince, who was crying hard into Mick's chest. 

"What the fuck happened?"

"Get Tommy. We're leaving."

Nikki didn't need to be told anymore. He walked off and soon returned with his arm around Tommy's waist.

Vince had now slipped into a panic attack, breathing shallow and rapid. Mick held him close, whispering,"Shhh, it's okay. We're going home, baby. It's okay, you're safe now."

"I-I...."Vince broke off sobbing.  The guitarist kissed him softly, keeping him in his lap as he climbed into the back seat of the car. Nikki took the driver's seat, Tommy leaning against his shoulder.

All Mick could do was kiss his lover's face over and over, mumbling sweet nothings as Vince cried an endless stream of hot tears.