Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

Starry Eyes (Mick x Vince)

Soulmate!AU

"Hey, Mick," Nikki elbowed the guitarist hard in the ribs a few times. The older man shoved him off, wincing,"Jesus christ! What?!"

Sixx waggled his eyebrows, pointing behind Mick,"Check out that cute blonde over there~" Mick turned around and saw the blonde Nikki was referring to. He had perfectly smooth, tanned skin, flowing platinum hair, and the widest, curviest hips Mick had ever seen on anyone. He was wearing a short, white skirt, white thigh high boots, a white halter top, and a thick gold belt. He wasn't 'cute' he was fucking gorgeous.

Tommy leaned over and snapped his fingers in front of Mars' face. The raven jumed and glared at Lee. The drummer just laughed,"Dude, you are actually drooling right now!" Mick blushed, wiping his mouth descreetly and turning his attention back to the blonde. Now a bunch of guys were hanging off him, drowning him in compliments. Mick watched him hop up on the bar counter, tilting a guy's chin up to say something. The guy blushed and pointed finger guns at the blonde. The blonde leaned back on one hand, the other going to his chest as he burst into a flurry of musical giggles.

The sound seemed to float across the room, piercing Mick's heart like cupid's arrow. His grip on his shot glass tightened, his heart racing.

Then the blonde looked up, scanning the bar as if looking for more to add to his entourage. He stopped dead when he locked eyes with Mick, a blush consuming his stunned face.

'Great. He's probably put off by my appearance,' Mick thought glumly. But still, he couldn't take his eyes off those full, swaying hips, the fabric of the angel's skirt stretching with his movements.

The blonde was no standing in front of him, hands clasped behind his back as he leaned down. His lips were inches from Mick's mouth as he murmured,"I think you're super cute. Gotta name, sugar?"

"Daah...M-Mick Mars...y-you're pretty good looking too...."

The blonde tilted his chin up,"Vince Neil. You've been staring at me awhile, babe, and I must say, I find these dark eyes of yours simply alluring~ Not that your eyes stayed above the belt~" Vince spun around, nudging Mick with his hip.

Mick blushed, licking his lips as Vince's belt slipped, exposing his sharp hipbones. Normally, he would laugh at a guy for dressing this way. But on Vince it looked so fucking sexy. He noticed his breathing quicken as Neil somehow squeezed himself between Mick on the table, settling himself on Mars' lap. His thick, soft, thighs bracing the older man's thin, bony hips.

Nikki smirked, bringing his jack bottle off his lips,"Damn, Mick. You got yourself a beauty!" Vince turned to look at Sixx, pressing himself against Mick. He stuck his tongue out and winked,"One of the best, darling~"

Vince rocked his hips, pressing Mick's shoulders into the back of the booth, skirt riding up dangerously.

Tommy finally had to ask,"Vince, are you a hooker?" The blonde giggled, tipping Lee's chin playfully,"How did you ever know?"

Mick let out a soft moan, regaining Vince's attention. The hooker leaned down, gently nibbling on Mars' neck. The guitarist grabbed the blonde's soft, wide hips,"Aha~V...Vince....oh, fuck!"

"You like that, baby~?" Vince purred, sucking just under his partner's jaw. Tommy was watching, biting his lip at the scene playing in front of him. He stared at Nikki, a blush consuming his cheeks. Sixx met his gaze and blushed in return. They both averted their eyes and feebly attempted to make excuses.

Meanwhile, Vince had stopped sucking on his neck to stare down at him, something unnamed in those sapphire eyes. He tilted his head, as if he were curious, and took Mick's face in his hands. The burning in his heart was so much more than what he usually felt with one of his fucks. This was...like a weight. Dragging him under until he could only see the slightest bit of light above the waves, yet also as if he were floating among the clouds of heaven.

Mick raised an eyebrow as Vince asked the terror twins to give them some privacy. Sixx left first, Tommy towing in behind. Just before he disappeared, Lee made a jacking off motion with his hand and threw his head back, moaning loudly. Mick blushed,"Shut up and go make out with Nikki, kid!" Tommy squealed in embarrassment and darted out of the room.

He looked back up at the gorgeous blonde on his lap. Vince was studying him intently, thumbs rubbing just under his eyes. Then he slid off of Mick, to sit next to him. It was strange, how silent the hooker was, now shaking and blushing.

"Vince? Is something wrong?" Mick wanted to put a hand on his shoulder, but found himself lacing their fingers together instead. Neil's hands were so small and soft, delicate almost. He rubbed the back of the blonde's hand with his thumb. There was some burning feeling inside his heart, coursing through his veins like a river of fire.

Vince looked up at him, a hand on his chest as tears flowed down his flushed face,"I-I....I don't feel well!"

"Oh, honey! C'mere, let's get you out for some fresh air," Mick soothed, sliding out of the booth and gently pulling Vince with him. They tried their best to ignore the jealous stares of Vince's usual entourage.

When they were outside, they found a bench to sit on and Vince just burst into tears, throwing himself onto Mick's chest. What was this nauseating feeling? Why couldn't he escape it? He looked into Mick's eyes and felt it increase tenfold.

"Vinny, darling, what's the matter?" Mick cooed, rubbing the hooker's exposed back with warm,calloused hands. The care and affection in his eyes was so strong, so sincere Neil did a double take as he gasped out a short sob. 

Then, it finally hit him. He grabbed Mick's face and kissed him passionately, tears running down his face. Mars let out a noise of surprise at the sheer firmness of the kiss, Vince's fingers desperately tangling in his hair.

The guitarist tilted his head, molding his lips to Vince's as the hooker sobbed into his mouth. They both became aware of a white hot pain encircling their left wrists. Mick had tears in his eyes from the agony, nails digging into Vince's hips as they thrust their tongues into each other's mouths.

Finally, the burn subsided and Vince pulled away, gasping and sobbing, against Mars' chest,"Oh god...oh god, I'm so fucking sorry. I-I wasn't supposed to kiss you b-before..." 

Mick cut him off and pushed him back so he could cup Neil's soft, round face. He glanced at his wrist to see the blonde's name written in beautiful, swirling calligraphy. The older man grasped Vince's hand to see his own unsteady handwriting on the hookers delicate wrist.

He let out a wet laugh, resting their forheads together as he whispered,"I finally found you...I just knew it was you, the moment I saw those gorgeous, sapphire eyes!"

Vince smiled, wrapping his arms around Mick's neck and playing with the guitarist's long hair,"Mick....my soulmate~Tch...I can't believe it." He moved to wrap his arms around his lover's ribcage, pulling the older man into a tight embrace,"Do you even like me, though? I mean, I am a slut...and a crossdresser on a daily basis. I mean, actually, skirts is all I we-"

Mars cut him off by burying his face in the hookers beautiful, platinum hair. He inhaled deeply, detecting the sent of strawberries and vanilla. "You're perfect!" He breathed happily.

Vince lay his head on Mick's shoulder, the older man's arms resting on the wide curves of his hips. The guitarist rocked their bodies side to side, cooing softly in his lover's ear.

Soon, they were sitting side by side, Vince's head on Mick's shoulder as they gazed at the stars above them. The blonde sat up and tilted Mick's chin up,"I can see the stars much better now~"

Mick laughed,"But, Vinny, your staring into my eyes!"

Vince kissed him softly,"The way your eyes sparkle rival all the stars in the sky, my love."