Paradise City
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Warnings: M/M multi pairing, M/F, explicit sex, non-con/dub-con, explicit drug use/abuse, vampire-compliant violence
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1986 - Santa Carla (Set pre-Lost Boys movie, before Star/Laddie)
The sun was going down as they pulled off to the side of the road, the crappy van sputtered and rolling to a stop. They were still a few miles from the town, the distant welcoming billboard backlit in the dwindling light. Duff groaned.
"Shit, man. We're out of gas. We're never gonna make this fucking gig."
Axl came and crouched over him, staring out the front window with a frown. "We'd have made it if some assholes hadn't used all our money on snacks."
Slash whined from where he lay, coming down off a high, on the floor in the back of the van. "Hey, I hadn't eaten in a coupla days, man. Fuck you!"
Running long fingers through lank red hair, Axl sighed deeply. "Fuck you too. Time to empty your pockets and check the seat cushions, boys. Let's see if we have enough to buy some gas and get this death trap moving."
It took a little while to search the van, the sunset long gone as they mustered a few dollars together. Axl decided he and Izzy would strike out for the town to see if they find a gas station, maybe get a ride back to the van. They were just getting ready to head out when they heard the deep-throated sound of motorcycles coming their way.
The four riders passed them heading out of town, only to slow and turn back to pull up behind them. Axl swore under his breath at the dangerous look of them, a gang fight now was the last thing they needed.
The boys all rolled out of the van, standing up to watch the four bikers saunter toward them, the obvious leader sporting a Billy Idol haircut and wickedly sharp smirk as he came to stand before Axl. There was an air of something wild and hungry about the bunch, and it pulled at Axl even as it made him nervous.
Slash elbowed Steven, whispering under his breath. "Fuck man, those guys look tougher than we do. We're so fucked."
Steven patted his shoulder consolingly, without turning, his attention caught by one of the bikers. The dude looked remarkably similar to Slash, only with long, silky black hair instead of Slash's wild curls. The man held his gaze, dark eyes flashing amusement.
Izzy stood behind Axl, looking over the bikers with growing concern. Besides the Idol wanna be, there was one that coulda been a stand-in for Duff or Steven, sporting the same shaggy, wild blonde hair, one guy that could be Slash's long-lost straight-haired brother, and one young guy with soft blonde curls and a wild ass battle jacket. They all stood like they were one solid unit, staring back at Izzy and his friends with a hard, clear-eyed look and sharp, threatening smiles.
The Idol stand-in spoke up, and his voice matched his smirk – velvet laden with condescending amusement.
"You boys seem like you could use a little help."
Axl's eyes narrowed at the tone, sneer twisting his mouth. Before he could say something, Izzy whispered in his ear.
"Dude, we need that concert money. Maybe if we play nice, they'd get us to a gas station?"
Axl grumbled, turning his head slightly and nodding at Izzy and forcibly turning a more friendly face to the gang leader.
"We ran out of gas. Maybe you'd let one of us bum a ride to gas station?"
"Perhaps. Where're you headed?"
"We have a concert tonight in town. Some kind of beach-side open air stage?"
The Duff look-alike perked up at that. "You guys are musicians?"
Idol-double rolled his eyes discretely, suddenly looking less threatening. Actually, all of them did. Axl shrugged and rolled with it.
"We're Guns n' Roses, man. We've been playing up 'n down the coast all summer."
The wild blonde biker was lighting up like a Christmas tree. "DUDE! I thought you looked familiar!" He punched the curly-haired boy in the arm. "They were in that rock mag I snagged a couple weeks ago. They're like totally hot right now!"
"Whatta ya know, looks like we've got celebrities in our midst. I think we can help you boys after all."
The spike-haired bleach blonde pulled a cigarette from behind his ear, lighting up. Behind him, his gang seemed to relax even more, the tall blonde now actually bouncing around the shorter one with a huge grin on his face.
Axl drew out a cigarette of his own, holding it out. "Can I get a light?"
The other man smiled, pulling out his lighter again, to spark it and hold it out.
Taking a few puffs to make sure the smoke was lit, Axl exhaled deeply, finally feeling a little more relaxed.
"Thanks. I'm Axl" He waved his arm around to indicate his friends. "This is Izzy, Slash, Steven and Duff."
The biker gang nodded at them, the leader taking a deep puff of his own cigarette.
"I'm David. These are my brothers, Dwayne, Paul and Marko. Welcome to Santa Carla."
With another puff, he motioned at the two blondes in his gang. "Paul and Marko can take a couple of you to get gas if you like."
"That'd be fucking awesome. Slash!" Axl pulled the couple of dollars out of his pocket, handing it to his friend. "You and Steven go with them, get back as quick as you can. We're already gonna be late."
Paul laughed like a hyena, clapping a hand on Marko, who looked at them with bright eyes as he chewed absently on one of his gloved fingers.
"Don't you worry, Axl-man. We'll have your guys back in a flash."
Slash and Steven looked at each other as they stepped forward, following Paul and Marko to their bikes. Paul patted Slash's hands where they gripped his shoulders.
"Better grab my middle, dude, you're gonna wanna hold on tighter than that!"
The shaggy blonde revved his bike, gunning forward in a quick hop that had Slash yelping and wrapping his arms around Paul's middle. Watching, Steven followed his lead. Cackling, Paul peeled out, Marko fast behind him, zipping past the rest of the group with a throaty roar of exhaust and a blur of color as they raced toward town.
Axl watched them go, concern furrowing his forehead. He startled when an arm slid over his shoulders, turning to see David up close and personal, cool blue eyes looking like they were seeing into his soul.
"Relax. They'll be back soon. Now, tell us about your band?"
David produced a small bottle of Jack from one of his pockets, offering it with a friendly-enough smile. Blinking, Axl took it, opening it up to take a deep pull before handing it back. David passed the bottle around, and Duff opened up the back of the van to show off their amps and instruments.
Axl breathed a sigh of relief as David wandered away, finally able to shake the discomfort of being the focus of the other man's regard. He saw Izzy talking with Dwayne, the two going over Izzy's guitar. Maybe these guys weren't so bad after all.
It only seemed like moments before the sound of shouts and the rumble of motorcycles announced the triumphant return of the bikers and his friends. All four of them were howling, Slash actually standing on the back pegs of Paul's motorcycle, his hands bunched into the collar of the other man's long jacket for support, curly black hair blowing wildly. Steven cradled a gallon jug with one hand, the other wrapped across Marko's stomach as they came to a quick stop in front of the van.
David seemed to track Slash's movements, bright eyes observing the dark-skinned man with interest as he leapt off the back of Paul's bike, clapping his driver on the back and laughing. Axl watched closely as David approached, moving so suddenly in front of Slash that the other man nearly ran into him, only David's quick supporting arm stopped him from toppling over. When Slash looked up, startled, David's grin was warm and inviting, and Slash's answering smile was bright, if a bit shy.
Duff finished gassing up the van, and the boys got back in, firing up the beast as Axl leaned out the window. David pulled his bike up alongside.
"Follow us, we'll take a shortcut to get you to the stage faster."
"Thanks again, man. Just don't drive too crazy, this piece of crap starts to shake when it goes over fifty."
David chuckled. "We'll keep that in mind."
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True to their word, David and his gang got them to the gig in no time, leading them to a wide alley that opened to a ramp down to the stage, even helping them carry their gear. A harried promoter ran up, nearly sagging in relief as he talked briefly with Axl before running to the front of the curtained stage.
The sound of the crowd roaring in delight at the announcement of the band's arrival washed over them, drowning out all chance of talking. David and his gang waved as they left the boys to set up, going to find a place to watch the show from.
A few minutes of set up and a quick sound check and they were ready to go, grinning like jackasses as the crowd welcomed the lifting of the curtain with yells of unrestrained energy. Slash fired up the opening riff of 'Welcome to the Jungle' and everything else faded away.
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It was after midnight when the show came to a close. Paul was the first to reach the band as the boys came down off the back of the stage, and he was practically vibrating with energy. He bounced past Axl, earning a snarl from smacking him on the ass and continuing on to leap on Duff's back, whooping with joy.
"DUDE! That was rockin'! YOW!"
Duff let out a friendly 'oof' as he stumbled slightly under Paul's enthusiastic greeting. Watching them, Steven laughed, riding a bit of a high himself, pumped up by the wild crowds.
Sliding up to Axl, David put a hand on his shoulder. Turning, Axl once again found himself falling in to the icy depths of those pale, blue eyes.
"You put on a great show, I'm impressed."
Axl frowned at how much he liked hearing praise fall from the other man's lips. When Izzy smacked him on the back, he whipped his head around, quick flash of anger melting under his friend's grin. He ducked his head, turning back to David without meeting his gaze.
"You should be. You wanna come party with us?"
From his perch on Duff's back, Paul howled with joy, and the rest of the bikers laughed, the band joining in. David chuckled as he gave Axl a light pat, following after Paul, Duff and Slash.
"Guess that's a yes."
The hotel they were booked into was within walking distance of boardwalk, and after they stowed their gear back in the van the whole group headed to it, scooping up some trim as they went. They had two large connected rooms, and the promoter had set them up with plenty of food and booze before disappearing.
As the band tucked in, Paul wandered around, idly munching on some chips as he came up to where Slash and Steven were seated.
"Dude, things are kinda lame, don'tcha think? You wanna come with me to get something to really fire the party up?"
Steven gave him a wide grin as he chewed through a huge sandwich. He leaned over to Slash and whispered in his ear, earning a smile and a nod in return.
"Sounds good man, but we only got so much scratch."
Paul laughed and shook his head. "Don't worry about it, man. Tonight's our treat. You guys were too awesome."
Steven and Slash both brightened, Steven bouncing up to follow Paul to his bike.
"Fuck yeah, let's go!"
The two blonde terrors took off, and the rest got down to the serious business of drinking and enjoying the beach bunnies they'd snagged. Before long, Paul and Steven were back, loaded to the gills with laced joints, coke and a rainbow of pills.
The two made a few circuits of the rooms, distributing the goods with friendly camaraderie. Duff grabbed what Dwayne snagged, tucking into some pills along with laced weed expertly rolled and already lit.
They leaned on each other, laughing as the girls hanging with them started swaying drunkenly, far too tiny and inexperienced to share their tolerances. Once they made their rounds, Steven and Paul joined them, making up for lost time with bottles of jack in hand, having already washed down a variety of potent chemical diversions.
Across the room, Slash stared almost dejectedly at the cornucopia of substances piled on the coffee table in various baggies. He poked at a few pills, till David sat down next to him, offering a lit blunt. Slash gave the spiky-haired blonde a bland look, and David returned it a with a sharp grin.
"One of Paul's 'specials' – give it a try, I think you'll like it."
Shrugging, Slash took the joint, inhaling deeply and holding it for several apparently blissful minutes. He was smiling back at David as he exhaled, eyes starting to glaze slightly as the strong mix hit him.
"Good stuff, hmm?"
Slash took another hit, feeling his toes go numb.
"…oh, yeah…"
He handed the joint back to David, eyes going wide watching the other man suck half the joint to ash before handing it back, holding it for what seemed like a really long time before exhaling directly into Slash's face. Whatever was in that joint was fucking strong, Slash thought, as it started to hit him, brain going foggy, the drugs wrapping him in cotton.
Something about David's eyes…kept pulling him in…making him feel like he was drowning, even as he reached out, patting the black-clad biker's chest.
"…you're…good folks…man…glad we met…"
Words were getting harder for the curly-haired man, a happy drug-fueled haze settling in hard. David patted his hand, smile turning soft, eyes bright and entrancing.
"Glad we met you too, Slash. Care to let me show you how much?"
That velvet voice dripped over Slash like honey, somehow pouring right into his core, making him gasp and breathe harder, shifting uncomfortably on the couch they sat together on. His foggy brain could only focus on one thing, letting David do whatever it was he meant.
"…yeah…show me…"
He let David help him up off the couch, support him as he stumbled along into the other bedroom and into the open closet. Slash couldn't help but wrap arms around David as the pale blonde dove in, capturing his lips and swallowing the groan that ground out of him as their groins met.
Even through layers of leather and denim, the feel of David pressed hard against him was beyond exciting, his jeans suddenly almost painfully tight.
"Let me help you with that…" David breathed, kissing along Slash's jawline and down his neck, nimble hands opening the jeans Slash wore, pushing them down and out of the way. Cool fingers wrapped around his now burning hot dick and Slash swore, grinding into David's grip.
A few frenzied thrusts, and Slash felt the world spin, finding himself pushed up against the wall of the closet, those cool fingers caressing and spreading his ass cheeks, an equally cool tongue bathing his tight ring of muscle, sucking on now excruciatingly sensitive tissue to leave him a babbling, writhing mess. That liquid voice was suddenly in his ear, telling him to relax and push back against the rock hard and impossibly thick tool pressing his spit-slick entrance.
Slash scrabbled at the wall of the closet with desperate fingers, wailing as David sank to the hilt, bright bursts of unimaginable pleasure sparking out of hard thrusts cutting through the fog of drugs, his own neglected dick hard and heavy, the smooth wall it ground against providing no relief. David's mouth was on his shoulder, sucking gently at the crook of his neck, David's hand slipping to wrap around Slash's dick, expertly working the younger man to mindless frenzy.
David picked up the pace, one arm wrapped around Slash's chest, the other working his cock as David pounded into him with punishing ferocity. Slash's head was rolled back, resting on David's shoulder as the pale blonde's mouth was locked tight on the other side of his neck.
A guttural scream preceded Slash's wall-painting climax; only the gradual slowing of David's pistoning hips giving evidence that his crest had come at nearly the same time. Hard, panting breath coming from the darker man slipped quickly to quiet and calm as the drugs and mind-blowing orgasm overwhelmed him, his consciousness fading out. David caught his slumping form with ease, lifting Slash bridal style to deposit him on one of the beds, pulling the boy's pants most of the way up and adjusting himself as well before rejoining the dwindling party.
In the other room, Dwayne and Paul shared girls with Duff and Steven, and David's smirk was dark as he watched the group. The mortal boys were too far gone in the grips of Paul's shared stash to notice the trim they were drilling had faded; life sucked out by his brothers as the two human blondes grunted through their drug-addled climaxes, sliding together down the wall in a happy, hazy heap. With dark smiles and glances, Paul and Dwayne carried the empties away, ostensibly to the other room, only to slip unnoticed out the open balcony, to dump their trash over the open ocean. They were back in the space of moments, helping Duff and Steven back to their feet, walking the inebriated pair over to beds to lay them down and straddle them.
In unison, the bikers pinned their partners in strong embraces, mouths and hands drawing out ragged, plaintive sighs as the two blissed out blonde rockers swooned. Deep sucker marks shone darkly against pale skin on the boys' necks as Paul and Dwayne got up to let them sleep off the night's effects.
David found Axl and Izzy with Marko, their eyes glazed over, caught up in the influence of drugs and the spell of illusion Marko wove for them, clouding their minds and leading them to imagine themselves sharing a girl, spit-roasted between them. Axl had a bruising grip on narrow hips as the redhead hammered Marko hard from behind, the high whining moans and cursing falling from Axl's lips reminiscent of the noises he'd made on stage. Izzy swayed where he stood, hands fisted in Marko's long curls and keening loudly as the curly blonde sucked him off with sloppy eagerness.
Izzy came with a loud shout, shaking apart as Marko's nimble fingers continued stroking his sweet spot from inside. He was nearly whimpering as the mouth wrapped around his dick held him captive, tongue still lapping maddeningly over-stimulated flesh, crying out again and falling to his knees when a bright jolt of pain in his groin wrenched another orgasm from him, Marko's tongue seeming to go into overdrive, catching the warm wetness he could feel pooling around the base of his tortured dick. When the other man finally let him go, Izzy slumped bonelessly to the ground, eyes fluttering as he passed out.
Axl laughed blearily as he watched his friend tip over, gripping even tighter and bucking harder into the sweet-assed honey he was buried in. It just seemed to make sense that he'd work his cock while he was at it, even if the sensations he was feeling in his dick and the hand he had wrapped around it didn't quite seem to mesh.
Marko's face was the picture of bliss as he moaned in time to Axl's snapping hips, the slender red-head's aggressive touch bringing him quickly to the brink, his sudden clenching pushing Axl over the edge with a sharp wail.
Sitting back abruptly, Axl exhaled with an almost-giggle, caressing the smooth ass in front of him. A delicate face with pale doe eyes turned his way, mesmerizing him as he slid a hand into soft curls, capturing plush lips with his own. His head was spinning as he was pushed backwards to the floor, that velvety mouth mapping a slow path down his neck, until a sharp pinch flooded his vision with red, then everything fading to black.
Snickering, Marko pulled his own pants up, then scooped Axl off the floor and deposited him on a bed. There were still a few groupie types hanging around, but one round of David's cold and hungry glare circling through the rooms sent them all skittering off to find their fun elsewhere.
With dawn imminent, David and his men assembled glancing around at the suite at the unconscious quintet. Paul laughed happily, smacking Marko on the arm as they headed out the patio door to stand for a moment looking out at a sleeping Santa Carla.
"Man, that was awesome! I hope they survive long enough to come back again."
"Have to agree with you, Paul. For humans, they really know how to live." David hopped effortlessly to the railing, then over the side, his brothers following, slipping down to the ground quietly to grab their bikes and head home.
Behind them, dark, befuddled eyes half-hidden in wild curly hair widened slowly in confusion before succumbing once more to the grip of intoxication.
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Axl's head was pounding…or something else was pounding? He tried to sit up, only to lay back with a soft moan. Both. It was definitely both. He heard someone as they shuffled slowly towards the door. There were muffled voices for a few minutes, the shuffling noise getting louder again, followed by Duff's voice, much louder than ever should be allowed.
"Gotta get up, everybody. Checkout's in five minutes."
Groans sounded throughout the suite, beds creaking as bodies moved. Footsteps cycled in and out of bathrooms, and there was the sound of bottles clinking and noisy gulps. The mattress he was on dipped as someone sat down next to him, and cracking a throbbing eye he saw Slash holding out a bottle of jack, a lit cigarette dangling dangerously from his plump lips.
Axl sat up, reaching for the cigarette and drawing half of it in on one puff. Slash snorted in amusement, taking another swig of whiskey.
Exhaling, Axl spun the butt back around, and Slash snapped it back up, inhaling as Axl drank deeply from the bottle. Slash stood, offering a hand to his band mate.
"Come on, old man."
"I'm only three years older than you, asshole."
"Yeah, that's like, a whole eighth of your life. Old man."
Axl snarled and stood up, and Slash suddenly thought of somewhere else to be with great haste. He slipped past a confused Duff who turned to ask him what was going on, only to swivel back as he heard Axl hollering after the curly haired goof booking it down the hallway, giggling like a madman.
A short while later, the group finally assembled at the van, shoving at each other good-naturedly and checking on their gear as they piled in. Duff eased long legs into the driver's side, firing up the rusty heap for long trip back to L.A.
Behind him, Steven snickered, laughing out right when Axl gave him a dark look.
"We musta all banged the same chick, man, we all got the same calling card!"
The guys took turns checking each other out to confirm for themselves. Slash looked out one of the van's windows, picking at his guitar and muttering something about not remembering any chick, which only made the rest laugh harder. Steven patted him on the shoulder as they left the seaside town.
"We gotta come back here again, this gig was too fuckin' heavy!"
Axl glanced back at the drummer, grin tweaking the corners of his mouth.
"Finally said something I can agree with, blondie."