When Axl woke up he was immediately greeted by his husband's sleeping face and really he could melt at the sight, because Slash looked adorable, curls messily sticking at every direction, mouth half open, soft snores escaping every few seconds. What the fuck, Axl thought when he woke up, for real this time. What was wrong with him? *Very original title I know **Slaxl, obviously ***Heavily mentions Axl Rose's dick, possible smut

You will go nearer and nearer to the cliff, with little steps. Just a few. Too many in the end. And when you're already falling, it doesn't matter how deep. We're at the really bottom. But Axl is still falling.

Slaxl. "It's hard to resist when it makes you feel good. It's hard to stay away when it's the only thing that makes you feel real." Slash struggles with addiction and it's destroying his relationship with Axl. He tries. He wants to try. But it's a hard battle of self-control, pride and strength and if he fails he'll loose everything.

"You have always been mine." Viperous re-imagined.

You're in my veins, you fuck. #Warning# I don't speak english, if you find some error please tell me so I can correct it! :)

That blue is getting me high. {My first SlAxl English fanfic}

A love triangle that quickly spirals out of control. New friends, old friends, all are drawn into the maelstrom. but who will come out whole?

I can sense lifeforce. And death. Just like a cute little ghost story. As for Axl...he sees things. Senses them, like memories and emotions. We're special. Inspired by one of my favorite stories, this is a GNR story with ESP, ghosts, enchanted objects, meager paychecks, and a little love and TLC.

Shit, well, the title is kinda self explanatory. Disclaimers........we don't own them though we definitely wish we did. Copy our shit and we'll beat you to shit. Toodles, fuckers :)

I closed my eyes. His touch was soothing. In the midst of the immortal hell I was going through, I suddenly felt calm. From just a touch; just being held.