Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

Spilling Blood and Reliving Hell (Tommy x Vince)

This is based off something I drew while my depression was getting bad so, gonna be sad.

Also probably another multishot

maybe

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"You know, I'm a dreamer...but my heart's of gold." 

Tommy smiled softly as he played. He'd always thought Vince had the most beautiful voice, especially for slower songs like this one.

A flicker appeared in the corner of his eye. 'Probably just one of the roadies,' Tommy thought dismissively. 

He turned his gaze back to Vince, taking in that beautiful, blonde hair, that gorgeous, curvy figure. God, that voice, that beautiful voice. 

He was so damn lucky to have such a beauty as his lover.

Nikki walked up to him, playing simultaneously. Laughing, he whispered,"Dude, quit makin' googly eyes at Vince, you're two beats behind."

Tommy rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out before speeding up, tightening his grip on his drumsticks.

He closed his eyes, once again getting lost in the blonde's melodic vocals.

"I'm on my way...I'm on way...home sweet ho-ACK!"

Tommy's eyes snapped open at the strange noise that left Vince's throat. He wished he had kept them closed.

"VINCE!"

A figure dressed in black stood behind the blonde, one arm having grabbed his waist roughly. The drummer saw a flash from his hand. He opened his mouth to scream but it was too late.

The figure plunged the knife handle-deep into the singer's back. Vince screamed in agony falling to the floor as the figure made a mad dash backstage, security in hot pursuit. 

The crowd was silent, panic thick in the air.

Tommy could care less about them as he leaped out from behind his kit, racing to the front of the stage. He dropped to his knees beside the blonde, blood pooling around the two of them.

"Vince. Vince. Vince, come on you gotta stay with me."

He gently pulls the bloody vocalist into his lap.

The singer felt around feebly until he found Tommy's hand,"Tommy....it...it h-hurts...m-make it go a-away." His eyes began drooping and he fell limp in the drummer's arms.

"No....no, no, no don't do this to me, Vince!" He yanked the blade out, tearing off his shirt and pressing it against the gaping wound.

Tears spilled from his eyes. Screw the crowd, he didn't care anymore.

Paramedics ran onto the stage. 

"We have to do the procedure now, he's already gone into cardiac arrest!"

Two doctors dragged Tommy off of Vince. The drummer thrashed around screaming,"LET ME GO! I CAN'T LEAVE HIM! PLEASE!"

The doctor's had connected some machinery to the singer, one being a heart monitor.

and then 

it happened.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee--

The crowd let out a collective gasp of horror.

"NOOOO!!!" Tommy wrenched himself out of the doctors' grips and raced over to Vince as they tried to revive him with defibrillators. The wound had been stitched up neatly and securely.

"Vinny, you can't die.....please...please. I love you, baby, you can't leave me, you can't," Tommy fell to his knees sobbing uncontrollably into his hands.

Mick wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug. Nikki stood on the other side of Vince.

"CLEAR!"

"DAMNIT ALL, THIS ISN'T WORKING!"

"CLEAR!"

Still nothing. Tommy only cried harder and harder.

"That's it....he's gone," the doctor sighed and looked at his watch,"Time of de-"

"WAIT!"

The doctor stared at him, confused.

Nikki swallowed audibly as he relived the memory,".Adrenaline."

"Excuse me?"

"I know this isn't the same situation, but I was revived with two shots of adrenaline. Try it on Vince....please. Just try."

The doctor thought for a second then nodded,"We'll try but if three shots doesn't work..."

He looked back down at the dead singer. Tommy was digging his nails into Mick's shoulders mumbling," Please let it work, please let it work."

One shot, no response.

"Fuck...Vince, please wake up. You can't die."

Two shots....

Tommy began to cry again.

The doctor looked at Vince with grave sympathy,"This is the last one..."

Three...

.......

.....

Vince shot upright gasping and coughing. He turned to be face to face with the doctor who smiled and said,"Welcome back, buddy."

".....My stomach hurts."

"Well that happens when you get stabbed. I think someone's been waiting for you by the way."

Vince turned to meet Tommy's stunned face. The drummer smiled, tears rolling down his face as he laughed shakily. Vince felt himself crying too as they became enveloped in each other's arms.

"Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah!" Tommy made small noises as he kissed all over the blonde's face. Vince giggled, nuzzling his lover.

The crowd was cheering and 'awwing' just as the paramedics were leaving.

"I thought I lost you, baby. Oh fuck, I'm going to rip that guy's throat out," Tommy breathed out.

"I love you too much to do that to you, darling," Vince pressed his lips to Tommy's, deep and desperate.

They ended up having a full on make-out session right there in the middle of the stage. The crowd took a hint after a while, and they all made their way to the exits.

Mick looked up at Nikki to see that the bassist's eyes were covered. But, he could see thick tears streaming down his face.

"Nikki...it's okay to be emotional. You're singer almost died, just let it out."

"T-that's not...why I'm c-crying,"Sixx choked out,"Well no, it is but..."

"What, bassist?"

"I...It wa-was so fuckin' hard to...to relive that day. Everything's just coming back to me a-a-and it won't s-stop!" Nikki had to whisper to keep himself from sobbing out the words.

Mick wrapped his arms tightly around the bassist, as Sixx cried softly into his shoulder.