Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

I'd Die For You (Mick x Nikki)

Another one about onstage near death....what a surprise -_-...I'm a terrible author

Nikki was completely absorbed in the music, fingers dancing over his bass. He was headbanging wildly, black hair flying everywhere.

On the other side, Mick smiled at Sixx. He loved watching Nikki during shows. It was when he was happiest. The guitarist watched as the bassist's mouth stretched into smile, enticing green eyes sparkling with energy.

In the middle of the bridge, a guy in the front row suddenly shoved his way through security and before Vince could say or do anything, he pushed the singer onto the ground.

 Everyone stopped playing and Tommy screamed for backup security as he ran over to help the blonde. In all this commotion, the mysterious assaulter had gotten in front of Nikki.

"Get the fuck off my stage if you know what's good for you!" Sixx snarled, eyes blazing. The man smirked,"Oh don't worry, I won't be here much longer. All I need is for you to hold still!" He raised his arm and prepared to throw what appeared to be a dagger at the bassist. 

Mick didn't know when it happened, when he'd run all the way across the stage. But before he knew it, he was throwing himself in front of Nikki as the weapon sliced into his chest.

He heard Sixx scream behind him as he collapsed to the ground, blood pooling rapidly. Tommy, Vince, and some roadies came rushing out to restrain the attacker. The bassist knelt down and pulled the bleeding guitarist into his lap,"Oh god, oh god, Mick why did you do that?!"

Mick tried to laugh good naturedly, but broke off into a wet coughing fit, blood spurting from his mouth,"I...I'm not just going to...to s-sit and there and let you die. I l-love you, Nikki...." With that Mars' eyes fluttered shut and he fell limp in Nikki's arms.

Sixx's eyes went wide with panic,"No, no, no, no SOMEBODY GET A FUCKING AMBULANCE,NOW!"

Hours later Vince, Tommy, and Nikki were sitting in the waiting room at the hospital. Police had arrested the man who attacked them just as the paramedics had arrived.

Nikki was crying hard, struggling to breathe as Tommy and Vince wrapped him in a group hug. Though they shed tears too.

Finally, a doctor came out. Holding a clipboard and a solemn expression. Everyone knows a doctor's empty expression means only one thing.

But nonetheless, Nikki could hear Vince swallow audibly and ask,"I-Is he..."

"Mick had severe internal bleeding and the knife went straight through his heart. We lost him, but-"

Nikki cut the doctor off with an ear piercing, sobbing scream,"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! HE'S NOT DEAD! DON'T TELL ME HE'S GONE! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT, I CAN BEAR EVEN THE THOUGHT!"

The doctor smiled gently," You won't have to bear anything, Mr. Sixx. I was going to tell you we brought him back with defibrillators."

"Is he okay? Is he awake?" Tommy started throwing questions left and right and the doctor held up his hand," He is awake. Has been for about twenty minutes. If you want to, you can see him now."

Nikki immediately jumped up, pulling Vince and Tommy with him. The doctor started down the hall, seventy five percent of Motley Crue following.

When they got into the room, Nikki immediately rushed over to Mick. The guitarist was awake, but looked exhausted, an oxygen pipe going through his nose.

Sixx threw his arms gently around the older man, sobbing softly,"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" That was all he could say, over and over and over. Mick trailed kisses up and down his neck,"Shh, I'm okay, it's okay, baby. It's okay."

"N-no it's not! You almost died, all because of me! I could have done something, I could have tackled that guy, I could've done anything! But instead I just stood there as you ran across the entire stage and threw yourself in front of me," His grip on Mick's hospital gown tightened as he soaked the fabric with tears. The guitarist wrapped his arms around the younger man, whispering,"You were scared, and felt threatened. You could have been killed if I didn't do anything, Sixx. I love you with all my heart, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I just stood there and let you die."

"And you think I'd be able to live with MYSELF after watching you die?! Mick Mars, I love you too, you fucking idiot!" Nikki said as he buried his face in his lover's neck.

The two pulled apart briefly before sealing their lips together, Mick's hands gently holding Nikki's face.

In the chairs against the wall, Tommy smiled at the two lovers and looked down at Vince. The blonde was also smiling. He slipped an arm around the singer's waist and to his surprise, Vince blushed and leaned against his shoulder.

Back on the hospital bed, Mick and Nikki's kiss had turned into a full on make out session as they twisted their tongues together, playing with each other's hair.

Tommy laughed, causing the two to break apart, gasping. Vince smirked,"Don't worry, you guys will have plenty of time to fuck when we bring Mick home~"

Nikki blushed deeply,"Sp-speak for yourself, blondie!" He stammered as he gestured towards Tommy's hand gently squeezing Vince's wide, curvy hips.

Vince giggled, but turned a faint crimson. Tommy just smiled and squeezed a little harder, making the blonde blurt out a moan.

Interesting.