One Shots

Little Slash

Slash and Axl had come up with this after dating for a year.

But they didn't sit down and talk about it sort of thing.

More like Slash was looking at pacifiers that were hidden in a stash of baby stuff in his room when Axl barged in looking for his suspenders, which was rude. Then dropped his beer, ending up in shards of glass spraying in all different directions while his wide sea blue-green eyes were staring at the pacifier clutched in Slash's hand like it was a grenade about to blow up.

That was how Slash ended up being being manhandled onto his own bed and straddled by his boyfriend who already has crazy eyes, but now it was even worse, he was practically foaming at the mouth.

They ended up actually having a conversation about it after that, so I guess you could say they did talk about it and Axl was more then happy to help, because as spoken by him;

"I'll shove my boot up the intestine of the person who helps you that isn't me."

That was how it all started.

Which led to today.

Someone had gotten a picture of Slash when he was in his little space. They had a picture of him with a pacifier in his mouth.

The band had done worse he will admit, but it was every interview he was being asked about the thing. Every. Interview.

His self esteem which was already low dropped even further, not to mention ever since that photo surfaced he had not been able to go into little space for fear of another picture turning up.

He felt like ripping his own hair out. Not to mention he had been avoiding his boyfriend like the plague.

But as all of them know Axl wasn't one to just let things go.

Which is why Slash is confused when he entered the house and found none of his band mates there, and every window was covered with thick curtains, almost blocking out all the sunlight.

He heard someone in the kitchen, and his boots carried him to the doorway, only to have his eyes widen once he sees his fiery haired boyfriend shaking something in his hand.

Axl must have heard him because when the man turns around Slash's jaw dropped.

Axl was shaking a bottle. That apparently had been in the microwave, full of milk.

Not to mention the man had the gentlest smile on his face which had Slash's mind already slipping to that space he had been avoiding for weeks at a time, wanting to rip his hair straight from his skull with how much he needed it.

Axl beckons him forward with one finger, and Slash practically floats over to him, unable to help himself as he immediately crumbles into Axl's arms.

"There he is. There's my baby huh?" Axl gently whispers, his hand gently combing through the mess of curls on Slash's head, gently combing out the tangles as he sees Slash slipping into the space he needs.

Once Slash goes limp, Axl knows he's there.

Axl had heard everything the people were saying about the picture, how some people laughed it off, others thought it was disgusting.

He saw the way it effected Slash and Axl had been planning this for quite some time. He made sure all the others were out of the house and wouldn't be back for the night, so he could just focus on his baby.

He made sure all the windows were blocked out by black curtains, and made sure that cartoons were on the TV, before he set to work making a warm milk filled bottle, just finishing up when the man of the hour walked in.

Once Slash went limp, Axl gently put down the bottle, before putting his arm under Slash's knees, and picking him up bridal style, before grabbing the bottle and carrying him to the couch.

Once in a comfortable position, Axl nudged the nipple of the bottle against Slash's lips, easily having them open. Once he was sure Slash was drinking the milk, Axl started talking.

"Listen baby, i need to tell you something about that picture."

He felt Slash tense up, to which he gently soothed him with a hand rubbing soothing circles on his thigh.

"That picture, is nothing. I'm proud to take care of you, and I'm proud to have you as my baby, and no picture or someone's words are ever going to change that. I will do this every day for you if you want, but you never, ever have to be ashamed you hear me?"

Slash was looking in awe up at Axl. For a man who was so closed off and rough and could cut someone down in a heartbeat, here he was with Slash comforting him over something that was truly important to him, when Slash thought for sure Axl would leave him over it.

Slash nodded his head at the question of hearing Axl, finally allowing his body to fully relax into the body of the couch and Axl, content with just being here with him.

Axl gently removed Slash's pants and shoes, leaving him in his boxers and shirt to be more comfortable, not that Slash minded. He was in his own world, happy and being carefree as he stared at the cartoons being displayed on the TV.

This moment made Slash realize something.

No matter what any person said, or did, he had Axl. He had a man who would do anything for him, including making a bottle and just assuring him of something that he thought surely he would be single over.

Slash didn't want anyone else to get drunk with at two am, or yell at and have neighbors call the cops and spend the night in a jail cell. He didn't want anyone else to take care of him.

He wanted Axl. And he finally got him.

And he would give up everything before he ever lets him go.

Little did he know though.

Axl felt just the same.

Hello! This idea comes from Goth-Bunny I hope I did it justice! Let me know what you think!

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