~ Sleazy Sugar ~ 6 - Two Blondies
Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Layla Krane (OC)
Warnings: 18+, language, violence
âYou guys really need to get your door fixed or something, climbing through this goddamn window isn't it.â I groaned, my foot catching on the sill, causing me to stumble into the small, musty living room these boys called home. Well, Vince, Tommy, and Nikki. Mick lived somewhere else, but we weren't really sure where. He kinda just showed up and disappeared into the night, he wasnât into the antics like the other three and honestly, I couldnât blame him.
âTell the cops to stop breaking it down and maybe weâll fix it.â Vince groaned, taking a sip from his beer as he flipped through his new Playboy magazine. âThat would require us to not do things to make the cops break it down.â Tommy stated, ripping the magazine from Vince, before being punched in the shoulder and having it ripped back by the blondie himself. Note to self, donât mess with Vinceâs access to girls of any kind, real or print. âWhich is not going to happen. Fuck em.â Nikki spat, taking a swig himself before walking over and handing me a beer already de-capped. Smiling, I took a drink before sitting next to Kayla on the couch, bumping shoulderâs with her as I watched Nikki grab his journal and sit on his lawn chair at the coffee table. Ah, where Sixx did his best work at writing any new song.
Itâs been three months since the incident at the Whiskey and the night I stayed at the Motley house after Nikki saved my sorry ass from that creep. Nikki and I havenât acted with each other like we first had, and he hasnât made a move on me since, which I wasnât sure if I was relieved or saddened, but I was becoming more and more comfortable around them, inviting myself into their home and finding myself spending time here after work and even skipping on school sometimes to help Nikki with his thoughts on a song. I wasnât paying much attention to my real life at the moment, I was giving it the bare minimum I could, while the world of Motley got all the attention I could give it. I was becoming addicted to the electricity of their music, and the antics at their parties. It made me feel alive in a way I never knew was possible, and having Kayla with me almost twenty four seven made it even that much better.
âWhat are you working on now?â I asked, peering over to his book and he looked up at me with a smirk. âA new song for the new album we are going to be working on soon. I imagine this one will be a single hopefully.â Scribbling away, I could tell he had his verses outlined, but no choruses, though I didnât know what they said. âWhatâs your middle name?â Nikki asked me, his eyes looking up into my own for a second as I searched my brains database for the information I didnât really ever use except for medical forms. âItâs Tessa, why?â He shook his head with a laugh, âno reason, just wondering.â I nodded slowly, another sip into my lips. âSure Sixx.â
Staring at him, I couldnât help but be mesmerized. I couldnât identify really what my feelings were for him yet, but I liked the way his lips felt on mine and I know I wanted them on me again, but that felt like irrational thinking, so I pushed it away as soon as it entered my thoughts. This is Nikki weâre talking about, a sleazy, drug snorting, crazy ass psycho, at least to the general public. Still, I would find myself watching him work, long enough that Iâm sure he could feel the stare and he would pry his green orbs off his journal to stare up into mine for a moment, throwing me a smirk before heading back down into his own world. I knew Kayla could tell too, as her slanted smiles could tell me she could see into my own mind. She never brought it up in front of them though, to my relief.
The day had come and went and a week later I found myself back here for another party, another night of putting off my work and school and deciding to just âdeal with it tomorrowâ, which I knew was not going to get me anywhere, but the longer I ignored it, the better it felt to be away from. The Motley house as usual, was packed with people. Most of the people I was starting to recognize as people that usually showed up for the shows and then followed the boys home like they were the pied pipers of Sunrise. Their following was getting bigger by the show, and I knew this excited them.
In the Sunrise scene, they had made it. In Nikkiâs eyes, they were just getting started.
The scene was laid out as usual, Vince talking it up with his most likely third victim of the night, Tommy with Kayla coming out of the bathroom disheveled and WAY too happy, Mick in the corner on the couch with a bottle almost passed out, and Nikki taking swigs by the kitchen counter, while talking smugly to a blondie that had been on his hip the whole fucking night.
âI can sense some jealousy.â Kayla playfully sang to me, poking me in the side as she flipped the cap off her corona. My eyes darted from Nikki to the blondie as she placed on a hand on his leather covered bicep, her laugh echoing. I rolled my eyes and turned to Kayla. âI am not.â I gruffed, doing an amazing job of covering the fact that I was, indeed, jealous. âYeah and I have a dick, we can tell lies all night but I see through you.â I didnât dignify that with a response and took another long sip of my own bottle, licking my lips with taste of corona, wishing it was a different taste of something else, or someone else instead.
I hadnât pursued Nikki since making my exit that night at the club, my mind was still confused on what was the ârightâ decision, but that didnât stop me from finding him attractive and getting weak in the knees around him. And the more I stayed around, the more the âbadâ decisions seemed to feel right.
âOkay well, maybe go talk to some guy and get over it, or under it. Itâs Nikki man, heâs sleazy.â She patted me on the head before walking her way through the crowd back to Tommy and I sighed, surveying the selection before me, but as I stared through the guys that had come to this party, nothing seemed to entice me, not even to make him jealous or even just look up from blondie. And then I saw him, the perfect person to enact my plan with, why had I not thought of it before, and lucky me, he just happened to be free at this moment.
âOh Vinnie!â I sang, shifting my stance to put my weight on one leg, popping my hip out and staring at him enticingly. He stared at me with curiosity, a smile hinting at his lips as he rounded the couch, making his way to me. âWhatâs up doll?â I smirked, I lifted my hand to his shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze, and while I wanted to laugh, I had to keep it together. âYou got some broad shoulders here.â I said, and his usual cocky smile turned off as a chuckle dared to come out. âWhat are you doing?â He asked and I moved in close to his ear so as no one else to hear. âIâm trying to make Nikki jealous.â His eyes widened as he looked at me in shock. âYou like Nikki? Out of all the men?â Now I was shocked, I was so sure they all knew we had hooked up and he had even been seen with me all over me before I had ran out that night. âDidnât you all know we hooked up?â I whispered back and by now, I couldnât hear blondie anymore, well, not my blondie Vinnie, but Nikkiâs blondie, so I was sure the talking between them had ceased at some point. âWell I mean yeah we knew that, but we fuck a lot of girls, I donât expect them to really like me or like them back, thatâs all.â I was going to fight that response, but he was right, that checked out.
âLook, you want to make a man jealous, especially Nikki, Iâll just act like youâre mine and if youâre something he wants, even if he denies that, he wonât be able to after seeing me all over it, he hates when I try to take things of his away.â He whispered in my ear before giving my neck a gentle kiss and while Nikki was the one I was wanting, I couldnât lie that Vinceâs lips on my neck sent shivers down me. Pushing me slightly against the wall, I went along with the act, as his hands came to my waist, gripping me as his lips came up dangerously close to my own, brushing against them slightly as his his free hand dropped to my hip, pulling me closer in. I was hoping to god Nikki did care, because at this rate, I wasnât sure where this was about to lead me.
Another graze of my collarbone before Vince was ripped off of me with the rage of leather and jet black hair coming in between us and I sighed in relief that it worked, but now fear of what was about to happen.
What was I doing using Vince to get back at Nikki? I wasnât trying to tear the band apart, just make a statement.
âWHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!â Nikki screamed, Vince taking a step back, eyeing me and then eyeing him back. âI-I was just giving her some attention man, she needed it.â He could of said it less matter of factly and that may have saved him a punch straight to the nose, but instead he chose the route of violence and down Vince went, clutching himself. âNIKKI!â I shouted, pulling his arm down and forcing him to look at me. âSTOP IT!â I screamed as loud as possible, the whole place going silent, except the huffs of anger between us. âWHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? YOU KISSING HIM? OF ALL PEOPLE?â He raged on, once Nikki got going, there was no stopping him. He was like a bull and all he saw was red.
âSO? YOU GOT FUCKING BLONDIE OVER THERE PRACTICALLY SUCKING YOUR COCK!â
I wasnât the fighting type, I wasnât even the arguing type, but something about him brought something out in me, and I wasnât backing down in front of God or anybody tonight. Maybe a few too many drinks, maybe not enough.
He smirked slightly, taking amusement from my comment as he crossed his arms, Vince still on the ground moaning and clutching his nose. âSo youâre jealous? Thatâs it? You donât want me but I canât play around with other kitties?â His tone was pissing me off and his smile, while deafeningly attractive, angered me like hell.
âI never said I didnât want you, I was confused Nikki, I am confused, but yeah, maybe I was a little jealous, so I gave you back your own medicine.â I huffed, but my eyes were shifted from him when his blondie entered my view, taking a stance next to him with a wide, smug smile.
âOh honey, you couldnât have him even if you wanted him. He needs a real woman.â She wrapped her arm around Nikkiâs and while he didnât push her off, he didnât embrace it either.
âBitch, if you talk to me again, Iâll be knocking you so hard, youâre going to need a nose job before being seen again.â She look taken aback, and the once silent apartment was now filled with whistles and egging on a fight. What is it with men loving to see women fight?
Nikki looked smugger than ever, pulling away from her and crossing his arms. âDon't let me stand in the way.â He snarked. I couldnât believe him as I stood there, but something inside me blamed myself more. Why did I expect this to go well? Why did I think I belonged here of all places? My anger started to evaporate and as I looked into the girls eyes that seemingly were filled with genuine fear as she eyes my clenched fists, I sighed, releasing my tension.
âFucking forget it, you can have him.â I turned quickly and started to make my exit, ignoring the sounds of my name from various voices, but not one of them sounded like Nikkiâs. Kaylaâs was the loudest, and I could feel her hand grab my own as an attempt to stop me, but I ripped it away and stepped through the window.
The farther I got, the quieter it became. I didn't even want to go home, I just wanted to go, so I walked with no clear intention, clutching my arms to keep myself warm and safe. It had felt like it had been an hour after I had left, but I had no clear way of knowing. I didn't know where I was, I was inside my head and thoughts as my body walked on autopilot, but I was ripped back to reality when I heard honking.Â
I turned to the blinding headlight as a car whipped close to the sidewalk near me and stopped dead.
Nikkiâs eyes glared into mine. âGet in the car before you get abducted or murdered out here.â I rolled my eyes, continuing to walk on. âFuck off Sixx.â I mumbled out, but the car edged forward to meet me as I continued on. âGet in the FUCKING car.â
Thus ensued what felt like a forever staring contest as we both glared at each other, before I groaned, giving up and slipping into the car before he roared off.
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