Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

Blood and Jack (Tommy x Vince)

Death, death, death

"YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING BITCH, VINCE! NOT EVERYTHING CAN GO YOUR WAY!"Tommy screamed, eyes blazing with hatred. Vince glared back with equal malice,"I'M THE SINGER YOU CHILDISH, LITTLE FUCK! I SHOULD GET TO DECIDE WHAT THE ORDER OF THE SET IS!"

The two had gotten into a heated, drunken argument before the show that day. Vince wildly waved his bottle of whiskey around,"You're just the drummer, who gives a fuck about your opinion?!"

Tommy growled lowly,"Fine, have it your way." 

"Good, choice~"Vince flipped his hair and sauntered away after slamming his drink down, hips swaying haughtily. The drummer glared at the blonde and pulled a small bottle out of his pocket. He poured the entirety of it's contents into Vince's whiskey before making his way to his dressing room.

A little while later, they were waiting backstage. Mick was talking sweetly to a blushing, laughing Nikki. Tommy and Vince were still a little drunk, but not as much as they were before. In fact, they didn't appear to have any memory of their dispute.

The brunette had his arm around Vince's waist,"I'm lookin' forward to seein' you sway those hips of yours, Vinny~"

Vince blushed, leaning against Tommy's shoulder. He was so in love with Lee it fucking hurt. Not only that, but his body literally hurt.

"Vince, are you alright?" Nikki asked,"You look kinda pale, even with your eight layers of makeup. Neil nodded, though he stumbled slightly as they made their way on stage.

"HOW Y'ALL DOIN' TONIGHT?!" Vince's yell was answered with screams from the crowd. Tommy smiled as the singer continued talking, arms moving animatedly. He turned back to Lee and smiled. The drummer felt his heart flutter as they started Too Young To Fall In Love.

Vince was starting to feel extremely nauseous. Every sound was starting to echo as bile rose in his throat. In the middle of Mick's solo, he was bracing himself on the mic stand, breathing heavily with his head facing the ground.

Mick walked over, still playing,"Vince? Vince, answer me. Do we need to stop?" Instead of answering Vince collapsed to his knees, vomiting hard onto the black floor of the stage.

Tommy raced over as the singer fell to the floor, shaking and gagging violently,'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!' "VINCE!" He dropped to his knees and took the blonde in his arms. Vince's eyes were wide with panic as blood dripped from his mouth, his breathing constricted,"To...mmy....help...hurts"

Mick knelt down on Vince's other side while Nikki sprinted off to get medical assistance.

Tears ran down the singer's face as his vision started to darken. Suddenly everything came rushing back to Lee,"Oh my god...oh my god, I...I did this to you. Oh, my poor baby....my little darling." He rested his hand on Vince's face. The violent convulsions had stopped, Vince's eyes were half lidded. He could barely see Tommy's face,"You're....fuckin' b...breathtaking, Tomm-mmy...."

"Shh, don't talk. They'll be here soon, it'll be-"He stopped talking as Vince laced a shaking hand through his hair.

Mick's eyes, filled with tears, but he bent his head to hide it. He knew what was coming. He put an arm on Tommy's shoulder, squeezing firmly.

"I'm s....sorry for being such a bitch...to you. I...love y-gggghhkk-k-k" Vince cut himself off with a disgusting, liquidy, choking noise. When he stopped, Tommy kissed him sweetly, and he couldn't care less about the taste of blood and vomit on the blonde's full, sweet lips,"I know, Vince. I know, I love you too. You're my everything, Vince, my absolute everything."

The singer smiled and laid his head against Lee's skinny chest,"My darling love..." Was the last thing Vince said before his eyes fell shut. His breathing became slower and slower, until finally.....it stopped.

"Vince? Vince! NO! No, please, please! Vinny, my baby! Open your eyes, please!" The drummer shook the blonde gently as sobs fell from his lips. When Vince didn't respond, he let out a scream of anguish, holding his lifeless lover close as Mick rubbed his back, tears streaming down his face.

Nikki came back with the paramedics, but froze, tears filling his eyes when he found that they were too late. He turned to the paramedics and thanked them for their time. Then, crying, he sat down next to his bandmates, the crowd letting out soft, sad murmurs at the loss of Motley Crue's frontman. Tommy was sobbing hard,"It's all my fault, it's all my fault. Oh, my poor baby!"

From that day forward, Tommy could never look at a bottle of whiskey without being overwhelmed with despair.