Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

Hit and Run (Mick x Vince)

Yandere! Mick Mars

Vince stared in horror at the body below him. Blood ran freely from the hole in his forhead, his eyes glazed over as a last reminder of the horror he met with his fate.

He couldn't believe Mick did this. Their sweet, gentle, intelligent guitarist had actually murdered someone in cold blood.

Speaking of Mick. The guitarist yanked the knife out of the guy's back. The corpse jerked with his movement and Mars laughed softly, eyes sparkling with something a little more than glee.

He looked up at Vince, dark irises gleaming dangerously. "M-Mick...he...he was just h-hitting on me. Y-You didn't have to-Aah!"

Suddenly Mick darted in front of him, slamming him against the wall. The blonde whimpered as the older man brought the knife up to graze his full bottom lip,"M-Mick, please! I-I won't tell anyone! I-I swear!"

"Heheh...oh, my sweet Vince. You really don't understand do you?" He licked long and slow up the blade, blood dripping over his thin lips. It turned Vince on so much, the sultry movement's of his guitarist's mouth against the cold, tainted metal. The singer blushed, but nevertheless tears filled his eyes as he choked out,"No, I don't! I don't understand how one of my best fucking friends could be a ruthless killer!"

Mick laughed, full out cackled, throwing his head back as if Vince had told the funniest joke in the world. Normally, Vince lived to see the rare occasions on which Mick would show amusement. But this....this laughter was high pitched and crazed, echoing off the walls of the alleyway. The raven wiped a tear from his eye and still giggling, he pushed Vince's shoulder's against the wall. Leaning in, he whispered in Neil's ear,"I've done it all for you, my love~ Don't you ever wonder why Rockandi "fell through"? Why Sharise suddenly walked out on you? Vince, you make me feel alive. You do things to me. Unspeakable, addicting, delicious, dirty things~I don't want that delectable feeling to be shared with anyone else."

Vince's breath hitched as Mars forcibly grabbed his chin and yanked his face toward his,"You are mine, Vince Neil. No one else will ever love you with the deep, unconditional devotion that I do." 

"You're insane! G-get off of me!" Vince screamed as Mick started mouthing at his neck. The smell of the corpse was still filling the air, adding to Neil's feelings of nausea. He squirmed under the older man, whimpering as tears filled his eyes. Sharise, his bandmates, even a few friends....they were all dead. All because.....Mick loved him? Obsessed over him? The latter seemed more likely.

"Oh, sweetie. You taste soooo goood~" Mick moaned against his sweet spot. "Aha! Ah! Mick....p-please! Let me go! I...I don't...I c-ca-! Wh...Why would you do this?! How can you say you love me when you won't even let me be happy?!"

Mick trailed his mouth up Vince's jaw, more gently and sweetly,"Vin...my heart, you are the reason I live. Music gave me passion but you...you gave me essence. You are worth any sacrifice to me, no matter what cost. I love you with undying passion and I will make the entire Sunset Strip run red with the blood of anyone who tries to get between us."

Vince suddenly began to cry hard, sobbing toward the floor. He had always loved Mick. But....at what price did that love come? Where was the man he had fallen for all those years ago? He didn't recognize the soulless, obsessive demon that pressed him against the dirty brick wall of a shady store on the Strip. 

"What happened to you?! Where's the man I love?! Where's the man that would stay up all night to hold me when I had night terrors? The man who would sit and play as he listened to me sing. The man who would defend me from fucking asshole homophobes. Tell me, Mick! What did I do to turn you into the demon standing in front of me!" the blonde met Mars' dark, stunned eyes and he just couldn't take it anymore. He wrenched himself out of Mick's arms and ran away as fast as he could.