Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

Resurrection (Tommy x Vince)

Vince crept around the rotting hallway, thrusting his flashlight at the slightest noise. God, why did his team think it would be a good idea to split up? Why did he ever choose to become a paranormal investigator?

The blonde's heart was racing as the voices continued, just as their clients had described. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but something was close.

The lenses in front of his eyes made it easier to see in the dark, everything highlighted in blacks, whites, grays, and greens.

"Come on you fuckers, show yourselves,"Vince muttered, stalking around like a paranoid cat. 

"Why?" 

The voice sent chills up Neil's spine, it was the first time he'd heard it clearly and it was addressing him. He wasn't sure how to answer, so he brandished his audio equipment in hopes the entity would continue speaking.

"I asked you a question, baby~"

Oh, so it really wanted an answer then. Vince gritted his teeth as freezing cold air passed through him,"I...I....I'm not here to harm you. Show yourself."

"Very well,"The air in front of him seemed to glow and swirled around until materializing into a humanoid figure. The figure took shape until, standing in front of him, was the ghost of a man who seemed just a little younger than himself.

The ghost tilted his head, thick waves of beautiful hair flowing around his shoulders like a halo. Big, soulless black eyes stared curiously at him. He had long limbs and a slim body. Vince felt his lips part, face heating up ridiculously. 

He was fucking gorgeous.

The spirit appeared in front of him suddenly, grinning unnaturally wide,"I'm here. But if you try anything..." He slid a cold finger up Vince's throat,"I will do worse than just "kill you"."

"I...I won't,"Vince whispered, trembling. He had, without realizing it, dropped his equipment. But he was too petrified to pick it up. Whether it was because of the ghost's tone or beauty he didn't know.

"What's your name?"

"Thomas Lee Bass. Call me Tommy. Yours?"

"V-Vince,"the blonde stuttered, breath hitching as Tommy ran a freezing hand gently down his face, black eyes almost softening.

"Such a cutie~" Tommy drawled, wrapping an arm airily around Vince's waist. It wasn't exactly like the ghost was holding him, as he could feel Tommy's arm phase half into his body. The cold flowing through him made him moan softly,'Oh god, I'm actually getting off to a fucking ghost. This job really has made me nuts. Damnit, focus!'

"Tommy, may I ask you a question?" Vince asked, stepping back slightly. Tommy frowned at the loss of contact and floated a little higher, a skeptical look on his face,"You may..."

"What happened to you?" 

The ghost's eyes widened and his breathing almost seemed labored, though Vince knew oxygen wasn't needed for Tommy. Black tears began to drip from Lee's eyes and pictures started falling off the walls, smashing on impact. Tommy's hands were clenched into fists as a collection of broken glass floated around them.

Vince felt his heart drop to his stomach. He hadn't realized Tommy was a poltergeist. He had to calm the ghost down before something happened,"Whoa, whoa. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...i-it's okay if you don't wanna talk about it. I-"

Tommy interrupted him with a scream of rage, a sound so inhuman Vince was sure it would haunt him for years to come. The ghost raised his arms and hurled the shards, embedding them into the wall before sinking onto his transparent knees and burying his face into the decaying wall paper.

Vince stood their for a little while, watching him. In the quite, he could hear Tommy's soft, echoing sobs flow through the hallways. He felt pity for the spirit. How awful it must be to be trapped like this, with nothing to do but torment the living and wallow in your own past.

"Tommy...."the investigator knelt down and the ghost looked up, hollow eyes overflowing with tears. Vince held out his hand. He knew Tommy wouldn't exactly be able to hold it, but it was the least he could do to offer Lee some comfort.

There was something about this ghost, out of the countless he'd encountered throughout his career, that made Tommy different. Tommy was more...human. He was sweet and innocent. He was broken and beautiful. 

They stared at each other a while, gazing into one another's eyes, soulless black against bright blue. Then Tommy lurched forward, wrapping his arms around Vince and smashing their lips together in a desperate kiss. 

Though their lips did press like a real kiss, Tommy still phased in and out of him as he desperately tried to achieve contact. Vince's eyes didn't even widen, he tangled his hands in Tommy's light hair and tangled their tongues together. The ghost gasped into the blonde's mouth,"Please...Vince, I need this. I need to feel again. I...I have to touch you."

"Tommy...I...shit, in all the ghost encounters I've ever experienced, by far you are the most beautiful. You should be angel, not stuck here. I think I'm in love,"Vince heard himself say,"We hardly know each other an yet, I feel so connected to you."

Tommy smiled and they kissed again. They rested their forheads together and the ghost whispered,"I wanna be with you, Vince. I want to be with you forever."

Vince nuzzled his dead lover's hair,"Maybe there is a way..."

Tommy's eyes widened,"No! Don't you dare kill yourself, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I was responsible for your death!"

"No...I learned back in training about a spell that could bring someone back from the dead. It's just a legend but if there's any hope of us being together, I want to try it."

Tommy nearly sobbed from happiness,"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Vinny! I've been stuck here so long!"

"I promise, my love. We will be together if it's the last thing I do."