Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

Junkie (Mick x Nikki)

Warning for heartbreak, beating, blood, and death (Im sorry Im sorry Im sorry)

Mick gently opened the door to Nikki's room. All the lights were off and as he walked in, he stumbled over what he knew to be old syringes and burnt spoons.

"Get. out,"A voice growled from the corner. Mick squinted his eyes to see Nikki standing there, green eyes almost glowing in the darkness. A needle was gripped firmly in one hand, his bass leaning on the wall next to him.

"Nikki, you gotta leave this room at some point. Just look at you, you're almost as pale as a fucking sheet!" He waved an arm at Sixx.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do! Leave me the hell alone!"Nikki snapped. Mick stepped toward's him,"I'm trying to help you, Sixx! You're destroying yourself and Motley Crue!"

"I don't care! Just get out of my fucking face!" the bassist screamed, hand going to his bass.

"Nikki...you can't just shoot up. That doesn't make shit go away,"Mick tried to calm himself down by Sixx wasn't having it,"You don't understand..." He was shaking now, grip white knuckled on the neck of his bass.

Mick's eyes narrowed,"When are you going to stop this? When are you going to stop being a fucking lazy junkie and actually get some help?"

Tears began running down Nikki's face and his heart began to race, he was barely registering what Mick was saying now.

The older man continued,"You are literally turning yourself into a waste of space, Nikki. You feel like nothing, but that's what you are becoming. A worthless, fucking, junkie."

That.

Fucking.

Did. it.

Nikki grabbed his bass and raised it above his head,"Shut up...shut up! SHUT UP!"

He brought the instument down, knocking Mick to the ground.

"NIKKI WAIT, STOP!" 

The bassist didn't listen. Screaming in rage, he brought the bass up again, this time slamming it down and breaking Mick's spine.

"AAAAAHH!" Tears streamed down Mick's face as Nikki continued to beat him. He broke the guitarists' arms and legs and ribs. 

Over and over over the bass hit the guitarist, breaking him bit by bit. Black clouded his vision as blood flowed from his broken body. 

Nikki stumbled back, realizing what he had done. He brought up his trembling, track mark littered arms. He was drenched in Mick's blood,"Oh...oh my god. I...I...."

Mick let out a wet, agonized cough,"Ni...kki..." 

The shaking bassist fell to his knees next Mars,"Oh god....oh, Mick, what've I done?"

Mick stared up at Nikki with weakening vision,"It's...okay....I f-forgive you...."

"HOW CAN YOU FORGIVE ME?! I'm calling an ambulance, I don't care if I go to jail you'll-"

"Shhh,"Mick rasped out,"I....I'm not g-going to make it....."

"No...no...no, please...don't say that!" Nikki brought a frantic had to rest on Mick's blood soaked face. Mars smiled weakly, as he realized something. Why he was so protective of Nikki. Why he watched him during shows.

His shaky hand snaked around to tangle his fingers in Sixx's ragged, black hair,"I...love...you."

Without a second thought, Nikki whispered tearfully,"I love you, too Mick. I'm so sorry, my darling. I'll never forgive myself for this."

Mick wanted to reply, but all he could find the strength to do was push his lips against Nikki's desperately. Sixx whimpered as Mars' blood mixed with their saliva.

Then, Mick's lips fell still. Nikki pulled back and saw that Mick's eyes had glazed over, an empty look in them. He wanted to scream so badly, but his body wouldn't let him. 

Instead, he just slowly buried his face into Mick's broken, still chest, sobbing loudly in the darkness of his heroin infested bedroom, his lover's corpse bleeding into his arms.