Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

Precious Treasure (Nikki x Vince)(Smut)

Nuetrois!Nikki Sixx

Nikki bit his lip, staring at himself in the dressing room mirror. Shyly, he swayed his girly hips, smiling softly at the way his long, frilly skirt flowed around his legs.

The bassist had always tried to exude sadistic, rock n' roll madness, but that kept him from expressing who THEY really were.

See, Nikki Sixx was neutrios. They didn't associate with any gender, nor did they want to look like any gender. They frequently raided girls closets or stole their clothing after the usual, quick fuck. Sometimes they liked to covertly browse the lady's section at department stores.

That wasn't to say they didn't still love their chains and leathers. But they felt happy being able to dress however they pleased, without their birth gender creating problems.

Nikki sighed, staring down at their black combat boots as they smoothed down their suitvest. They rather liked the outfit, completed with a leather, round the waist satchel. It had a 19th century, steampunk look about it. They felt gorgeous.

'If only I could wear this in public. Maybe I should...? No, I'd be ruined! But then again...'

"Nikki? Niiiikkkiiiii~?" Vince's sing-song calling snapped Sixx out of their thoughts. They froze, eyes widening in horror,"I can't let him see me like this!'

They were shaking, feet glued to the floor. Them crush of four years was about to see them all dolled up. It would be all over. There would be no chance of their feelings ever being reciprocated it.

To Vince, the love of their life....Nikki would become a joke.

That thought created the worst atmosphere for what happened next. Vince swiped open the curtain and stepped in,"Sixx man, we've been looking all over for y-"

The tall raven stood there, eyes wide with horror and embarassment. Those gorgeous green eyes spilled rivers and rivers of hot tears,"I...I...." Nikki fought to explain themselves, but their was nothing they could say.

It was over.

Vince stepped closer, spooking Nikki. The bassist backed up until they pressed themselves against the back wall, sliding down until the could cower below Vince, knees to chest.

Neil smiled kindly and knelt down in front of them. Slowly, he lifted his hand towards Nikki's semi-feminine face, only moving to take their jaw in his fingers when he knew they wouldn't flinch or turn away.

Nikki sobbed harder, waiting for Vince's cruel, biting slurs to pour out, just like they had the first time they tried to come out. It was horrible before, but it would shatter them now.

"Why are you crying, Sixxy baby?"Vince murmured, massaging Nikki's angular jaw with his thumb. He took his bandmate's chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting their face up so Nikki was forced to look him in the eye,"That outfit looks beautiful on you. Why didn't you tell me you liked skirts? Some kinda kink?"

Nikki glared at him through their tears. As much as he loved Vince, Malibu Barbie could be really fucking insensitive sometimes. "It's not a fucking kink, asshole! I....I-I...," Sixx scrambled for a way to explain their unorthodox identity.

Vince sat down next to them and without warning, gently took their hands. Instantly, Nikki stopped crying, a surge of reassurance flowing through their ice filled veins. Vince caressed their face with one of his small, angelically soft hands. How were they so soft anyway?

"Nikki....come on, man, tell me what's going on."

"That's just it....I'm NOT a man. But, I'm not a woman either!"Nikki ended their small rant with a pitifull wail, calloused hands fisting in their unpurchased skirt. They had never been more humiliated.