Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

I Only Wanted To Help (Tommy x Mick)

Tommy was running, no sprinting as fast as his long legs would allow him. Tears streamed from his eyes as the gashes littering his body stretched and stung with his movements.

His body was burning, but he couldn't stop running. Not now.

Not when...they...we're so close to catching him again. So close to chaining him, starving him, torturing him.

He'd been working as a prostitute to cover the payments for Motley's shitty apartment. He didn't like Mick, bless his heart, to be the only one working hard. Tommy was head over heels in love with the guitarist and wanted so badly to show him that. But he didn't quite know how. Mick wasn't exactly the mushy, romantic type like he was. So, he supposed helping him out a little ws a good start.

At first it had started off well. Good payment and all the sex he could ask for. But soon, the beatings started. He would be whipped and starved if the clients said they were disatissfied, even raped if they were upset.

One day, he couldn't take it anymore. Tonight, while the boss savagely raped him, he yanked hard on the cold handcuffs, which still dangled from his wrists, and broke them from the bedposts. He threw himself through the window and fled into the night, thinking he was finally free.

But, they followed him.

"Get back here, slut!" a furious shriek echoed behind him as he ran down the streets. People gawked and stared and at one point, Tommy knocked a woman over. She shouted angrily but Lee ignored her, continuing, stumbling toward what he hoped to god was the police station.

Suddenly, a spasm shot through his legs as they gave out,'No! No, please! I'm so close!'

But it was too late. The drummer collapsed to the ground, whimpering and sobbing. By now, the sidewalks were quiet. Nobody could save him.

His pimp laughed and grabbed him by the chin so roughly his jaw cracked. Tommy sobbed,"No...no, no...let me go...let me go..."

"I don't think so, my pet~We've got some clients and some BDSM furniture waiting and I want my money. Oh..and I told them you like it as rough as possible,"He smiled wickedly and dragged the young drummer around the corner where he slammed Tommy against the wall,"But I'll need to give you a preview first~"

Little did Tommy know, a certain guitarist just happened to be looking for a new strap in the shop rght next to them.

"Fifty fucking dollars for a strap is ridiculous! My fucking pedals don't even cost that mu-,"Mick was chewing out the cashier when a scream sounded from outside.

"NO, PLEASE!! ANYTHING BUT THAT! I SWEAR, I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT! JUST..AH, AAAAHHH!!"

Mick's eyes widened as he recognized his drummer's scream. He threw the strap down and ran out the door, glancing around wildly.

What he saw made him see red. Some asshole was pinning Tommy to the wall, saying filthy words to the screaming drummer as he slammed into Lee with a dildo that was ludicrously huge. Far too big for anyone to handle without extensive prep. Tommy was shrieking and sobbing, blood trickling down his leg as he begged the man to stop.

Mick wasted no time in launching himself the man, punching him square in the face as he roared at the top of his lungs,"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?!" He kicked the guy to the ground before the dude could even ask who the fuck Mars was.

The guitarist straddled the man and wrapped his strong hands around the pimp's throat. Leaning in close, he grinned sadistically,"You're going to meet my good friend, Satan now alright? Alright!" He whipped his hands in opposite directions, effectively snapping the guys neck.

He fell dead and Mick threw the corpse into the dumpster, covering it with trash,"Tommy, are you...TOMMY!"

Mick raced over to where the drummer lay, a pool of blood and tears growing around him. He was stil crying hysterically, eyes darting around, unfocused and glazed. The handcuffs had long since fallen off.

Mars gathered Tommy into his arms, rocking him gently, rubbing his back and running his hands through that beautiful hair as he whispered,"Shhh...it's okay....you're safe now, Tommy....shhhh...I'm here....I'm here..."

Tommy was shattered, a shell of what he used to be. He looked up at Mick and broke the guitarist's heart with how utterly traumatized he looked. Mick bent down and kissed him, Lee grabbing onto the lapels of his jacket as he desperately deepened the contact. They reluctantly parted after a while and all Tommy could do was mumble against Mick's lips.

"I love you...I love you....I love you..."