Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

Fallen for Silence Part 2 (Mick x Vince)

Mick yelped as Vince gently pressed on his shoulder. The blonde quickly drew back,"Sorry, sorry! Man, Tommy threw you hard. Probably got a greenstick fracture, or at the very least this nasty bruise." Vince sighed,"You didn't need to get involved, Mick."

"Should I have let you and Tommy claw each other to death?" Mars asked sarcastically,"It was your own fault, Vince."

"What?!" the blonde looked at Mick with a mixture of shock and anger,"How the hell is this my fault?"

The older man shrugged,"Tommy was right about one thing: You had no right to say that right in front of Sixx. I know you can be a diva sometimes, but you've gotta have some common sense."

"I can't believe you! Nikki was the one who wouldn't answer a simple fucking question! I just wanna know why the stupid fucker won't open his mouth and talk!" Vince fumed.

"Like I said before: It's not our business why Sixx doesn't speak. If he wanted us to know, he would have told us. But he didn't, so you're going to keep you trap shut about it or so help me I will tape your mouth shut!"

Vince felt his eyes begin to water. He bit his lip hard to keep from sobbing as tears streamed down his face. 

'Why...am I crying? I've had much worse said to me. But then again, coming from Mick....' 

"Vince? Are you alright?" Mick placed his hands on the younger man's shoulders. The only thing Vince did was whimper and bury his face in the guitarist's chest.

Puzzled, Mars wrapped his arms gently around the crying singer. Vince never cried from empty threats like this,"Why are you so emotional today, Vinny?"

"I-I..I don't knoooowww!" the blonde wailed. Mick sighed and hugged him tighter, resting his chin on top his head,"You really are a little princess, Vince. Now there must be something bothering you. Was it what I said?"

Before the blonde could answer the door opened, and the terror twins walked back into the studio. Tommy looked at Vince and a guilty expression immediately graced his features.

"Vince...I'm sorry," the drummer put a hand on the singer's shoulder, but Vince just jerked away and snuggled further into Mick's arms. The guitarist looked up and whispered,"He's been so emotional all day. I threw an empty threat at him just now and he just burst into tears."

Tommy sat down next to Mick, setting Nikki on his lap,"I wonder if he's been using Nikki's....condition shall we say....as a way of distracting himself from something else."

Mars looked down at Vince, whose face was still hidden. But his sobs had quieted to soft whimpers. 

"Vince...is that true? Is there something else bothering you?" He asked, running his hands through the blonde's hair. Vince nodded,"Mhm. I'm real sorry, Sixx. It's just been getting to me lately and I decided to use you as a way to avoid it in hopes that it would go away. It was really shitty of me."

Nikki clicked his tongue and Vince looked up at him. The bassist smiled, as if to say,'It's alright. I forgive you.' Then he raised his eyebrow in a look of confusion and motioned for Vince to keep talking.

"Wh..oh. You want to know what's bothering me. Right," The singer exhaled, sitting up in Mick's lap. He twirled a lock of his hair between his fingers,"Well y'see...I...I'm worried about you, Nikki. I don't mean to embarrass you but...I'm a light sleeper and sometimes I've woken up to you thrashing around and throwing things in the middle of the night. It scares the shit out of me and I'm worried something terrible is going to happen to you or one of us."

Sixx's eyes averted to the side and he bit his lip. He grabbed a pen and his notebook and wrote,'I think it's about time I tell you guys why I don't speak.'

Tommy's eyes widened,"Babe, no. You don't have to-" 

Nikki put his hand over the drummer's mouth, eyes hardening. Tommy fell silent. Nikki continued writing:

When I was young, my mother and whoever bastard she was seeing at the time would beat me everytime I spoke out of turn. Once, when I corrected her on the address of a place, she beat me with a belt until I bled. It got worse and worse, the beatings more frequent, more severe.

You know that old saying,'If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all?'

Well nothing I said was thought of as...nice, or even adequate. I got beaten for nearly every word I said, by Deana, her partners, the other kids at school.

I learned everything was easier if I just kept my mouth shut. And so I became quieter and quieter, until I eventually stopped speaking all together. Now I don't even make sounds.

The bassist had thick tears streaming down his face as he relived all those horrible moments of being hit and screamed at. Tommy hugged Nikki tightly,"Oh, baby...that's horrible."

Mick squeezed Vince's slim, curvy waist as the singer began crying again.

"Sorry f-for all the c-crying. Thanks for telling us, Nikki," Vince said, sniffling,"You can tell us anything, man. I'm sorry I was such a bitch."

With his free hand, Mick turned Vince's face toward his own,"You're forgiven, darling." He leaned in and kissed Vince softly. 

The singer's eyes flew wide. Tommy squealed and shook Nikki by the shoulders,"I ship it!"

Mick suddenly pulled away, hand still caressing Vince's face,"I...I don't know where that came from..."

Nikki clapped his hands, grinning like a horny teen in a strip club. Tommy giggled,"You ship it too, baby?" Sixx nodded gleefully.

Meanwhile, Mick and Vince where lost in their own little world, gazing into each other's eyes. Vince blinked,"I...I kinda liked it, but..I wanna be sure. Kiss me again, Mick."

Hesitantly, Mick wrapped his arms around Vince's waist and molded their lips together.

'Fuck, I really do like this!' Vince thought as he pressed himself against Mars, curvy hips rocking slightly into the guitarist's.

"Mmmn~" the singer moaned as Mick's thin lips rubbed against his. "Your lipf are so sfeet Vinfe," the older man muttered through the kiss,"Mmmph~"

Tommy and Nikki watched in astonishment as their guitarist and singer intensely made out, moaning, hands exploring one another's bodies desperately. At one point, Mick began to push up Vince's shirt, slipping his tongue into the blonde's hot mouth.

"You think we should give em some privacy? I think they got a little distracted," Tommy said. Nikki nodded, pulling Tommy into the next room and starting an Aerosmith record.