Starry I think not (terrorcest)

Prison break

Nikki Sixx

Doc chased after me, screaming his head off. I didn't acknowledge him. I had to get away, I had to get away. I didn't notice how far I ran until....until I was plowed into by a car, tossing my body to the ground like a sock puppet.

"NIKKI!!! NIKKI!" Doc screamed, running into traffic to drag my body out of the traffic, as everything stopped. The scarlet trail of my blood stained the road and everything else it touched.

The blood is in my hair, and soaking through my clothes. Doc pulls his hand away, and even that is stained with the failure that I am as a human. Others have come to help as the pooling grows, effectively soaking my mangled body.

Sensations are numb to me now. The voices are far off. I'm left alone with my dying thoughts.

"SIXX GODDAMN IT ANSWER ME!" Doc yells, shaking my body violently.

My head hits the ground with a dull thud. Faces are blurring together and soon the only thing I can see, is the californian sun beating down on what is soon to be my corpse.

The sirens are an empty echo now, too far away to reach into my mind and pull me back. My vision slowly fades as the last bits of my consciousness are ripped to shreds and spit out like a dog with a chew toy made of bacon.

The last thing I imagine, is me and Tommy, dancing somewhere in a room, alone. He practically glows with all his beauty as our bodies connect seamlessly. We sway gently to the music, placing soft kisses on each other.

His lips interlock with mine. His stunning glowing ones, on my monochromatic black and white ones. I begin to glow as well, wrapped in my lovers arms. Tommy is the glow in my life, a radiant, bouncing ball of energy.

The music is still playing in the background, but long forgotten as our bodies explore each other. This is the life. Or death. Tommy throws his head back in a giggle, one that barely reaches my ears.

'I don't know what you're doing to me but it sure feels right.'

'I don't know what you're doing to me but lets do it all night.'

'When the sunlight breaks through The LA sky, for some damn reason it makes me smile'

Damn am I glad to be high.

I sit up, shaking violently. Fuck I gotta get out of this horrible place before anyone tries to come and visit me, offering pity and sorrow. I don't fucking need anybody's sorrow, or sympathetic looks that also mean you're a dumbass.

I just need to get home and get high. Just a push of the needle can make this pain go away. Thats all I need. My body fucking craves the high I get, and it's only intensified by the terrible pain I'm in.

The doctor says I'm lucky. I 'only' have 5 broken ribs, a lung puncture, some internal bruising, a torn shoulder ligament, and a concussion. How in the fuck is that 'lucky'?!

"Mr. Sixx?" The nurse asks, pulling me from my trance. I crane my head to look at her and my heart lurches. Standing beside her is Tommy. He looks like a wreck. His hair is messy, and his face is tearstained. But goddamn his inner beauty is shining through.

"Tommy?" I ask, my voice weak.

"Doc called me." Tommy explains, dropping his duffel bag and running to my bedside. I'm sitting up in the bed and I stare at his eyes.

Both of our gazes lock on each other, his dark eyes, the color of dark coffee with just a little milk. Mine, a ferocious glittering green like a cats. Neither of us move, neither of us speak. Jesus I don't even think I'm breathing.

The tension is so strong that you could cut it with a knife.

"Tommy is he okay?" Someone asks from the door. Damn it's her.

A/N: so I don't know when, but I somehow decided that 'Sure Feels Right' by Sixx AM, was Tommy and Nikkis song. So like don't be surprised if you see more of the song.

Once I wrote a sad Nikki and Tommy scene and that song came on and I started crying my fucking eyes out though.

Here it is if you want to take a listen;