January, 1981.
Vince and Nikki were in their shared bedroom. Vince was trying on outfits while Nikki sat on the bed and tuned his bass.
"What do you think?" Vince asked, strutting around in his costume. There was a little limp in his step whenever he walked, due to the events of last night. He looked at Nikki through the mirror he was standing in.
He was currently modeling black leather pants and a bright red vest.
"Loose the vest." Nikki suggested, gently turning a tuning peg of his bass.
"But then I'll be completely shirtless." Vince chuckled, turning to face Nikki.
"You don't wanna overheat and die, do ya?" Nikki said nonchalantly, "Loose the pants too."
"But then I'll be naked."
"Exactly. You say that like it's a bad thing."
"Nikki, no, I can't do that." Vince giggled while posing in front of the mirror, which was hung on the inside of the open closet door, "Then you'll be too distracted to play."
"On a serious note though, all black would look better on you."
"Fine fine, I'll change again." Vince slipped off the vest and exchanged it for a black leather jacket as Nikki watched, "Oh go tune your bass."
"But you're just so beautiful, Vinnie." Nikki chimed, smiling. He cast his bass aside.
"How's this?" Vince twirled around, showing Nikki his new outfit.
Nikki pulled on the jacket Vince was now wearing, tugging on it as he leaned in for a kiss, "Perfect."
"You look great too." Vince smiled, looking up at him happily, "I love you."
"I love you too." Nikki leaned in to kiss him again.
"I have to do my makeup now." Vince said quietly.
"Alright." Nikki kissed his forehead, "I'll be out in the living room. Call me if you need help, Sweetheart."
With one final lovestruck look, Nikki left. With his heart still fluttering, he happily walked down the hallway, almost skipping. But it wouldn't be a good idea to do that in high heels.
But then he spotted Mick and Tommy.
"OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO WEARING?!" Nikki shrieked at the sight of Mick and Tommy's outfits.
Tommy was wearing fishnets and short shorts while Mick was literally wearing this leather outfit that looked like he stole it from a dominatrix.
Mick huffed, crossing his arms across his chest, "You gonna nitpick our clothes now."
"YOU TWO CAN'T GO ONSTAGE LIKE THAT."
"Says who?" Mick asked.
"Uh, says me, bitch." Nikki snapped.
"But Mick likes it when I wear these." Tommy said, proudly sticking out one of his fishnet-clad legs.
"Don't listen to him.You know Mick has bad taste. I mean, just look at who he's dating."
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How To Train a Rockstar (Complete)
FanfictionNikki Sixx has been eagerly waiting for the day when the lineup of his new band would be complete. The assemblage was only missing one member. He'd found a drummer, his best friend Tommy Lee. Nikki had also hired guitarist Mick Mars out of a newspap...
