Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

Genderless(Mick x Vince)

Nonbinary!Vince Neil

"So, how's Vince doing on his end," the interviewer sneered the word 'his', flashing the singer a faux smile.

Mick dug his nails into his thigh, seething with anger as he watched the blonde flinch and mumble a response. The guitarist knew how much they hated to be misgendered.

Vince had come out as non-binary only a few months prior, but it hadn't gone as well they'd hoped. 

Their girlfriend broke up with them.

Their crew lost respect for them.

The media poked at him relentlessly in the tabloids, as did strangers on the street.

'You can't be genderless. That's not real.'

'What? Need a better excuse to be a slutty faggot?'

'Fits with those fatass hips of yours.'

The insults just went on and on and on. Vince wasn't sure how much more they could take. Already they spent hours in their room, rarely even going to parties anymore.

Mick shot him a sympathetic glance, and Vince smiled softly. This time the interviewer chuckled,"Seems you're into older men, Vince. Girlfriend not tight enough for you?"

Vince stayed silent, biting their lips to keep the tears from falling. They knew they would break if they tried to talk.

The terror twins leaped up from their chairs, Nikki slamming his fist right into the fucker's nose. He could give a fuck about the cameras.

Mick stood up and walked to kneel in front of Vince. The singer was covering their face with their hands, whimpering softly. Mars sighed and wrapped his arms around the blonde, Vince sobbing into his shoulder.

Tommy snarled right at the camera, throwing his hands up as Nikki continued to fistfight the interviewer,"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LET SOMEONE EXPRESS WHO THEY WANT TO BE? YOU'VE TORMENTED VINCE FOR FUCKING MONTHS OVER THIS SHIT AND I'VE HAD IT! GO EAT ASS, YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKERS!" He slammed his fist into the lens, effectively smashing it to pieces.

Vince really did appreciate their bandmates defending them. But it was so loud. All the yelling and screaming was too much for Vince. Everyone was fighting. Because of them.

Them.

Because of who...they....were.

Mick jumped as Vince tore themselves away from their hug, sprinting off the set, not bothering to acknowledge the staff they bumped into.

"VINNY, WAIT!" Mars got up at ran after them, leaving the twins to deal with the mess they had made.

He followed the sounds of Neil's rapid footsteps as they grew slower and slower. Mick rounded the corner just in time to see Vince collapse to their knees, sliding down the wall as they sobbed uncontrollably. The mournful sound echoed off the walls, breaking Mick's heart.

He sat down next to the singer, back against the wall as he placed a hand on their tearstained face,"Oh, Vinny...baby...c'mere."

Vince threw themselves into Mick's open arms, sobs now akin to screams of pure anguish and despair. Everything was crashing down around them and there was no way to bring it back up.

There was no light at the end of the tunnel. Just and endless, bottomless, dark, pit.

The guitarist gently guided Vince to fully sit on his lap, their soft thighs bracing his lithe hips. He rocked Vince gently, littering their soft face with sweet, dewdrop kisses as he cooed softly,"Ssshhh....it's alright, Vince...they don't know what they're talking about....ssshhh."

Vince's cries soon quieted and they snuggled into Mick's warm embrace. They coughed and sniffled, staring up at Mick with those blue eyes he so adored,"I...I can't take this anymore, Mick. I can't even walk out of the fuckin' house without being jumped or attacked with all those horrible slurs. I...I wanna kill myself, Mick! I-I-I want it to end!"

Mick felt himself starting to cry now. He let the tears fall silently as he caressed the singer's face,"No, no, no. Baby, don't say that. You are a beautiful person, inside and out. The fuckin' paps are idiots if they can't see that just by your raw talent. You don't affeliate with a gender. So what? You're still Vince Neil. You're still gorgeous with your bright, blue eyes, sassy voice, and delicious, wide hips. You're still sweet with the way you comfort Tommy and adorable when you get mad at Nikki. You're still sassy and sexy......" He rested his hands on those gorgeous hips, smiling up at Vince as the singer slowly sat up. 

Mick gazed into their eyes, trying to communicate his feelings,"You are still the one I love."

"You...love me too,"Vince asked, voice hushed with astonishment. They couldn't believe the man they had loved for so long shared their feelings. The minute they joined the band, they were stunned by how fucking beautiful Mick was. Not only that, but his sharp, mysterious personality sent them head over heels in love.

Mick nodded and leaned up, thin, black painted lips parted in request for a kiss. Vince threw their arms around Mick's neck, gladly obliging.

"Mmmph~,"Vince rocked their full hips, wanting to be as close to his lover as possible. They moaned as Mick slid his thin tongue into their mouth, swirling it with their own at a speed so languid it made them moan even louder.

Mick let out a short gasp as Vince accidently pushed him to lay on his back. The blonde jerked, about to pull away to apologize, but Mick grabbed their shoulders, kissing them harder. They sighed happily, allowing Mars to flip them over, pressing their wrists to the ground.

The guitarist trailed warm kisses down Vince's neck, mewling at their sweet taste.

"M-Mick~.....Ah!" they squirmed under him, curvy hips rolling. 

Mick finally broke away and picked Vince up, only to push them against the wall, reconnecting their mouths.

Between hot, searing, french kisses, he managed to gasp out,"Vinny, my love...will you be mine?"

"Forever~" they blushed darkly,"Can we...?"

Mick smiled and began walking towards their tour bus, kissing Vince's mouth and neck, relishing the high pitched mewls they produced.