Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

Flames of Hell (Mick x Vince)

Mick woke up to a deafening beeping sound. He sat up and yawned only to start hacking voilently. The guitarist wiped the sleep from his eyes and saw black smoke had filled the room.

"FUCK!" He leapt up, thankful he had fallen asleep in his jeans. He nearly slipped on the smooth wooden floor as he raced to Nikki's room. He banged on the door as hard as he could screaming,"SIXX, WAKE THE FUCK UP, WE GOTTA GET OUT!" The bassist immediately emerged, coughing,"We..*cough*...we gotta get Tommy n Vin!"

The drummer had already burst out of his room,"What the hell?!" That was all Tommy could say before bursting into a painful coughing fit.

"NO TIME!" Mick grabbed both their hands and near dragged them along as they raced through the halls of the mansion. Towering flames lined the walls.

They reached Vince's room and Nikki kicked the door down. "VINCE, *cough* *cough* VINCE COME ON!"

Nikki peered into the room,"SHIT, HE'S NOT HERE!"

Mick felt his heart skip a beat as he raced through the house, coughing and hacking.

"MICK, WAIT!" Tommy yelled.

The guitarist turned back,"JUST GET YOU AND NIKKI OUT OF HERE, I'M GOING TO FIND VINCE!"

"Bu-"

"GO!"

Without another word he disappeared, sprinting through the black smoke. He heard the crash of glass and realized Tommy must have broken a window to jump out of. 

The smoke became thicker and thicker and soon, Mick was forced to crawl on his hands and knees.

"VINCE! BABY, WHERE ARE YOU!"

He screamed over and over, throat burning and eyes watering. He had to find Vince, he just fucking had to. Fire was such a horrible way to die. He felt tears stream down his face as he imagined the singer suffocating or screaming as he burned alive.

Suddenly, a scream ripped through the air. Mick forced himself to stand up and stagger as fast as he could into the dining room where he had heard the sound.

He jumped back as a wall of flames flared out at him. The fire had caused some cabinets to fall off the walls and onto the ground, blocking the guitarist's path. He peered over the inferno, eyes widening to see Vince laying on the floor, motionless.

Mick wanted to scream the singer's name so badly, but his throat wouldn't let him. He sprinted to the kitchen and found the fire extinguisher. He soaked the cabinets, putting out enough of the flames so he could climb over them and reach Vince.

"Vince...*cough* *cough*....can you...*cough* can you hear me? I need you to get up. We gotta get outta here!"

The only thing the singer did was cough weakly. Thank fuck, he was still alive. But maybe not for long. Mick lifted the limp singer up into his arms and struggled back over the cabinets. It would have been easier. Vince was light, but at the moment, deadweight. 

Mars staggered to the nearest window and  forced it open. He took a gulp of fresh air and screeched out,"NIKKI! TOMMY!" 

The bassist and drummer ran over from the front of the house. Mick had apparently opened one of the side windows.

"Did you get Vince?!" Tommy called up. Mick nodded,"You guys are gonna have to catch him!" 

Tommy nodded and he and Nikki made a platform with their arms,"Alright, we're ready!"

Mick gently slid the blonde over the windowsill, legs first.

"Alright, go," Mick dropped Vince and the unconscious singer landed safely in Nikki and Tommy's arms. 

Mick turned back to see he was surrounded by a wall of flames. The sound of a fire engine siren blaring down the street.

He looked down to see Nikki holding out his arms as Tommy gently lay Vince on the soft, green grass. "MICK, JUMP! THE FLAMES ARE RIGHT BEHIND YOU!"

Mick slid himself out the window and jumped. He felt his body hit Sixx's open hands, but he slipped over them and hit the ground. Hard.

"GODDAMNIT!" Mick screamed as pain shot up and down his spine. Nikki panicked as he knelt down next to the guitarist,"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"

"It's...it's fine it'll pass," thankfully the pain did go away and Nikki was soon able to help Mick stand up as paramedics and firefighters arrived. The firemen soaked the flames with their powerful hoses as paramedics checked them over.

"Mr. Sixx, breathe deeply for me," a doctor instructed. Nikki inhaled only to break off into a violent coughing fit. Tommy coughed even worse and Mick nearly choked himself. "You guys are going to the hospital for treatment, follow me into the ambulance."

Mick put a hand on the man's shoulder just as he was about to turn around,"Wait, what about Vince!" The guitarist looked at the paramedics surrounding the singer, who still lay on the floor, beautiful blonde hair flowing around him like a halo. 

"He was burned badly, and inhaled a lot of smoke....it's questionable if he'll make it. But we won't know until we get to the hospital," The doctor said as they transported Vince into a separate ambulance on a gurney. Mick forced himself to nod, but as soon as they got into the ambulance, he threw his face into Tommy's shoulder, sobbing hard.

The ride was painfully silent, the only sounds being the occasional, hacking coughs. They were checked into the hospital and stationed in a room for examinations.

They had all suffered moderate to high levels of smoke inhalation.

Tommy had minor cuts and a few second degree burns.

Nikki had a third degree burn on his right thigh.

Mick had third degree burns on his arms and legs.

The guitarist had nearly collapsed when they were told Vince had suffered severe third degree burns all over his right side and face. The process to remove them could be quite painful, given that they could not put Vince under anesthesia due to other complications caused by his injuries. Though thankfully, skin grafting was not needed, it was a different kind of procedure.

"Can I be there with him?" He'd asked the head surgeon. The doctor shook his head,"I am sorry but given the intensity of the procedure, we don't allow anyone in the room."

After receiving treatments for their own burns, which was easy under anesthesia, the remainder of Motley Crue stood outside the door Vince was in. Mick had slid down to the floor, arms wrapped tightly around his head as he listened to the singer's agonized screams. "STOP, STOP! OH GOD, OH GOD, IT HURTS!" The screams ceased and he could hear Vince crying. Then the sound of a female doctor's gentle voice,"I know it hurts, but it's the only way. You could get a painful infection if your burns go untreated. I promise, we are trying to help you."

"Please...c...can Mick come in here? I know the rules but...please I need to be with him,"Mick heard the singer whimper. He heard footsteps and the doctor poked her head out, smiling gently,"Which one of you is Mick?" She was clearly not much of a rocker. Mars raised his hand and followed her into the room. Vince lay on the ground, horribly scarred and bloody. The older man gasped and raced to the side of Vince that was unburned, grasping his hand,"Vinny, oh god darling!"

"Hey, Mick," Vince rasped out. The guitarist kissed his hand,"I'm gonna be right here, baby. I won't let anything happen to you. She's right, they're trying to help you."

The doctor gently put a hand on Vince's leg,"Do you think you can go on now?"

The singer whimpered, but nodded. The doctor started her work again. 

"AAAAAAHHHH!"

Mick whispered in the blonde's ear as Vince screamed,"I'm here, I'm here....you're going to be okay....I know it hurts, baby, I know..."

After another agonizing five minutes, the doctor put down her tools,"There...you're all done. Now let me put some cream and bandages on you and you'll be good to go."

Vince turned to Mick,"Baby, it hurt so much," the blonde sobbed. Mars bent down and kissed him deeply, feeling Vince's hot tears soak his fingers. The singer sobbed into the kiss and tangled his fingers in his lover's silky, black hair.

Mick pulled away to caress his lover's face, whispering,"I know...I know..."