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The year was 1983. It was a very warm evening in San Francisco, where Hanoi Rocks were due to play in a couple of minutes. 'Are you nearly done, Mike?' Sami said loudly, knocking on Micheal and Razzle's shared dressing room door. The establishment didn't have enough, so Sami, Nasty and Andy all had to share one together.

'One second!' Micheal replied, finishing up his eyeliner and giving a section of his hair an extra back comb for good luck.

Micheal proceeded to leave the room, seeing the rest of the band talking and Nasty chugging the last of his beer.

'Let's do this shit and do it well,' Razzle said enthusiastically with a little smirk. All of them clambered on stage with their instruments and tools, finding their respective positions as Micheal gave a greeting and good opening for the show. It wasn't long into the performance before they all started to really feel the night's heat, especially with all the running around.

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As the performance came to a climax, Micheal felt horrible. It was like everything around him was melting, including himself. He managed to finish up the concert and say farewell for the rest of the band and himself, luckily before he started to completely lose his vision. Micheal managed to get to the door of his dressing room, Razzle trailing behind, before it happened.

'You alright, mate?' Asked a concerned Razzle.

Almost immediately after the black haired man spoke those words, Micheal collapsed.

'Oh, shit!' were the immediate, surprised words of Razzle, who opted for picking up Micheal bridal style and carrying him outside to tell the others that he was going to bring him back to the hotel. The others were also quite shocked at the state of their singer, Sami and Andy even trying to make sure he was still alive, poking and prodding at the blonde. 'What happened to blondie?' Andy asked. 'He must've fainted from the heat, he seemed quite out of it at the end of the show,' The dark haired man replied.

Razzle carried the blonde man out into the cooler, but still very warm air of the night. It was about a ten minute walk back to the hotel, but Razzle didn't mind. Once his partner ended up being okay he didn't mind walking a thousand kilometres and more.

The walk back wasn't too bad as the streets were quite deserted. A group of young American boys across the road did shoot a few slurs and insults their way, but it was nothing Razzle couldn't handle. Near the end of their journey, Razzle saw the blonde head of hair stir, opting to rest his head to the side and on the chest of his lover. Razzle chose not to bother Micheal for now, choosing to give him a gentle peck on the head instead, causing Micheal to hold onto him tighter as they walked the empty streets of San Francisco.

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Once they reached their hotel and eventually their room, despite some odd stares of the people in the lobby, Razzle carefully set his blonde boyfriend in bed, joining him a second later after he took off his own shirt and jeans. 'You alright now, Barbie?' Razzle said, cuddling into the back of Micheal. 'Yeah, thanks for carrying me all that way.. I really appreciate it,' Micheal said, turning around to give the Englishman a kiss on the lips. 'Anything for you, sweetheart,' Razzle replied with his usual charm. Micheal gave a little snicker at his romanticness.

'What happened, anyways?' Micheal enquired. 'I put my sticks away and followed you to the dressing room and you kept walking like you were drunk, you didn't look too good. The second we got to the dressing room you just collapsed,' Razzle replied. 'Oh, God.. I knew I wasn't feeling too good in the heat on stage, I could barely see anything,' Micheal said. 'I had a feeling something was off when you were speaking. If that happens again please tell me, baby, I can't let anything happen to you, you're the light of my life,' Razzle said sincerely, only offering his lover looks of love and pity due to what had happened to him.

'Alright, charmer, but only if you do the same and tell me if you ever feel in any way sick,' the Finnish man replied, turning around to cuddle into his partner's arms. 'Of course,' Razzle said with a warm smile, which Micheal happily returned.

That night the two fell asleep in each other's arms, ready for another chaotic day of touring tomorrow.

But they could get through anything together.

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It was a chilly night, around 2AM but nobody really knew what time it was. It wasn't like anybody really cared, they were partying like it was the last day of their lives. It was Duff's birthday so there was a big party, filled with friends and family, but Duff's family left quite early so the large house was filled with friends, friends of friends, and even the occasional random person nobody knew. But they were all too drunk, high or having too much fun to care.

Two people having quite a lot of fun were a fiery ginger and a calm curly-headed man. They were quite different, one was hot-headed and one was calm and content. One was usually outgoing while the other quite shy. One had a hair colour that stood out, while the other's dark sea of curls blended in with the crowd. One had milky, quite pale skin, while the other had a beautiful milk chocolate complexion, but no matter how different, they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

At this moment, the two opposites were having lots of fun. But how could they make this even more fun?

'Hey, hottie.. hey baaaby, you wanna take.. take this upstairs?' The curly-headed one slurred, acting as if the two hadn't been together for multiple years.

The shorter ginger just grabbed his hand and the two began the trek up the stairs. It wasn't nearly as packed as downstairs, but there was most definitely still a lot of people. There were also plenty of people flooding guest rooms for quite explicit reasons. That was exactly what the pair of men planned to copy.

The two luckily managed to grab a spare room before any others could get their hands on it, immediately settling themselves down. They both began to strip, finishing when both were completely naked, the ginger even slipping off his famous bandana, letting his long fringe hang over his forehead. The taller man pushed the other down gently on to the bed, leaving soft, sloppy kisses over the shorter's chest, collarbone, neck and face, eventually reaching his lips.

The pair made out for a while, showing nothing but love and lust. As their tounges slid together, not in a battle but more of a sensual dance, the dark-haired man reached one of his hands down to grasp the other's cock.

'Please, Slash, baby,' he moaned, hips bucking up into the others careful touch.

'Please, fuck me,' he asked as he looked up to his partner, eyes full of lust.

'Anything you want, baby,' the other said.

Another song began blasting downstairs, loud enough that they could both clearly hear it.

'Oh, the night is my world'

That's how they both felt right now. They reigned over the night together. Slash turned to one of the drawers, quickly digging through and eventually finding a small bottle of lube. Good enough.

'In the day nothing matters, it's the night time that flatters'

Slash also thought this line was quite true, Axl looked so, so beautiful in the dim lighting. The only things lighting up the room were a small lamp and the moonlight. Slash lubed up a couple of his fingers, bringing them down to swirl one around Axl's small ring of muscle in a teasing manner.

'Come on, Slash, please,' Axl pleaded.

'Be patient, sweetheart,' the other man replied.

'You take, you take my self control'

Slash carefully pushed one finger into the awaiting hole. After a minute or so another was added, which elicited a moan from Axl. Slash pumped his fingers in and out of the smaller, hitting a certain place on a certain wall of his insides, which made Axl feel amazing. As soon as that spot was located and the taller knew that the other was ready, his fingers were pulled out, which awarded Slash with a whine from his boyfriend.

'Don't worry baby, just give me a second,' Slash said reassuringly, lubing up his cock.

'Plus, if I fingered you any more you'd cum before I even did anything,' he said, but the other didn't look too impressed.

This disappointment was wiped off his face when something much larger prodded at his entrance. Slash carefully sank in to Axl, who was moaning loudly as usual since he was always very vocal, even when off stage. Slash finally bottomed out. Once both men were ready, a slow pace was set.

'Wearing white as you're walkin' down the street of my soul'

The clean, white bedsheets creased beneath the hands of Axl, who clutched on for dear life as Slash went faster. Slash eventually grabbed one of Axl's legs, throwing it over his shoulder so that the pale knee bend on it, lifting Axl and giving the dark-haired man better access to the fiery red one's tight heat.

Axl sang out moans, usually quite a bit higher than his usual deep voice and a bit more similar than his singing voice, but still not nearly reaching the same high pitch. Though, anybody walking by the room that could hear them over the music would probably assume it was a female being railed into the bed.

'Harder, please!' Axl moaned out, and his wishes were quickly granted.

'I don't think I'll last much longer, baby,' Slash managed out through his pleasure and intoxication.

'Me either,' Axl said breathily.

'I, I live among the creatures of the night, I haven't got the will to try and fight against a new tomorrow, so I guess I'll just believe it.'

Slash used the rest of his energy to slam into the ginger beneath him, resorting to also grabbing on to his cock, jerking him off as well. It didn't take much more for Axl to squirt his cum all over his and Slash's chests. Slash let go of Axl's limp cock, pounding in a couple more times, making his partner whine out in overstimulation before he dug his cock in deep and released.

Slash pulled out and stumbled to the bathroom to grab a warm, wet towel and proceeded to gently wipe his boyfriend down with it. Once they were both cleaned up they settled in the bed together, Slash spooning Axl from behind, throwing an arm over his waist. It didn't take but before they were both fast asleep, enjoying each other's embraces.

'I must believe in something, so I'll make myself believe it - this night will never go'

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Later when the party was finally clearing out. Duff walked into one of the guest rooms, checking for any last stragglers who may be hanging around. He peeped around and saw a head of black curls and a head of straight ginger locks. On the floor lay a sleeveless denim jacket, a leather jacket, a pair of dark denim jeans and a pair of leather ones along with two different band t-shirts and a bright red bandana. It didn't take an awful lot of intuition to figure out who banged in the bed and were now sleeping in it, but Duff didn't have to heart to try kick his best friends out, nor did he really care that they were sleeping over, so he allowed them to remain.

They really had no self control, did they?

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The night was young, not yet a star in the sky; Down below said sky lie two men. The two lay together on their bed, the shorter laying on the taller’s chest.
'Tom?' The shorter said, his fluffy black locks tickling the other’s face.
‘What’s up?’ The taller replied.
‘I’m horny,’ Were the words passed back to the other.
‘What, you wanna fuck me or somethin’?’ Tom mumbled through the hair he had his face buried in.
‘Could you pretty please suck my dick?’ Fred asked, looking up at Tom with stupid puppy eyes, something he often gave when he wanted something. The attempted cute face was a stark contrast to the dirty words that spilled from his mouth, but the taller just couldn’t reject such an offer.
Tom made a move to get up, so Fred climbed off of him and sat on the edge of the bed. Tom moved to sit down on his knees on the floor, eagerly beginning to unzip his bandmate’s fly. He pulled down Fred’s underwear which allowed his hard cock to spring out, missing Tom’s peering face by an inch.
Tom immediately began delivering carefully placed little kitten licks to the tip, teasing the shorter man.
Fred moaned out sensually, reaching down to grab a handful of soft, jet black hair. Tom replied with a little whimper around the head of Fred’s cock.
‘Oh, sorry baby, I forgot,’ Fred said sincerely, remembering that the man below did not enjoy his tender scalp being pulled at, so the shorter just chose to gently caress the soft hair instead, lightly scratching, which received a joyful hum from Tom.
Tom licked a long stripe from the base to the tip of his partner’s penis, aiming for the vein. This immediately gained a moan from the other.
‘Come on, Tom, you’re giving me blue balls, asshole,’ Fred said in an annoyed tone.
‘What’s the magic word?’ Tom asked, attempting to piss his boyfriend off even further. Though, this was quite a regrettable choice. Fred grabbed his head and shoved it about halfway down his cock. Tom let out a little choked noise, but he composed himself and started up again with a rhythm, licking and sucking along the cock of his moaning lover.
‘Oh, fuck baby, keep going,’ Fred panted. ‘You’re such a good girl,’ he decided to try out, praying it wouldn’t gain a punch from Tom.
Shockingly, he was met with a moan around his cock, which felt amazing, the vibrations stimulating him.
‘You like both called a girl, huh?’ Fred questioned, to which he met a blushing, embarrassed Tom who just kept sucking around his dick, looking the other way.
‘So beautiful, such a pretty girl,’ The shorter said. You’re- you’re so good at this, such a good girl,’ he managed out through a line of moans, which gained a whine from Tom.
‘Fuck, I’m gonna come,’ Fred said, gently holding a handful of teased hair, flattened with sweat.
As promised, Fred shot his load into the awaiting mouth. Although he wasn’t asked, Tom swallowed before pulling off.
'Singing’s definitely not the only good thing you can do with your mouth,’ Fred commented, which gained a raspy chuckle from the other.
‘I’m a man of many surprises,’ Tom replied.
‘You’re a good girl,’
The unexpected praise from the smaller caused Tom to let out a little whimper, attempting to cover the obvious wet spot between his legs with his arm.
‘Here, baby, I’ll help ya’ now,’ Fred said reassuringly. ‘Do you want me to fuck you or do something different?’ he questioned.
‘What else, exactly?’ Questioned the latter.
‘I could eat you out,’ Fred said, sounding awfully mischievous, like a bold child attempting to deny something they obviously did.
Now, that got Tom’s attention.
‘Where do you want me?’ Tom asked, ready to move.
‘Someone’s eager,’ Fred snickered. ‘Sit on my face, princess,’ he commanded, lying on his back. Tom stripped and reached over to do the same to Fred, not wanting to be the only naked one in the room. Then, he scooted up to the other’s face, hovering just above. Just a second later he was surprised by hands grabbing his hips and pulling them down.
‘It’s called sitting on a face, not hovering,’ Tom could barely hear him say beneath his weight. Fred immediately set up a slow, agonising pace of licking around the taller’s tight rim.
‘Please, Fred, put it in,’ Tom said impatiently. This caused the shorter to dip his tongue in far, feeling around for his prostate. It was quite obvious when he found it due to Tom’s loud, breathy moans that that just spurred Fred on to keep on tonguing at the bundle of sensitive nerves. It didn’t take too much longer before Tom came, which ultimately came with the help of a ‘such a good girl..’
Afterward, they both decided to quickly clean up then head to bed, Fred gently towelling off Tom’s sensitive opening and both of them putting on loose clothes for bed. Soon, they settled down, Fred spooning Tom’s body and peppering gentle kisses to his neck and head and running his fingers through his hair.
They could both get used to this.

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Øystein’s eyes opened gently, silently peering around the room. Everything was so colourful! Happy babbles erupted from the baby. But where was his teddy? Øystein whimpered, his mood changing quickly as he began searching for the plush bat. The sound of the baby’s pitiful whimpers travelled through the small monitor and through to the one in the kitchen where Varg was currently tending to breakfast, checking they temperature of the milk in a large baby bottle on his wrist. At the sound of his baby fretting, Varg quickly made his way into the nursery. "Øystein, honey, what’s wrong?" Varg asked the smaller man sweetly, helping him sit up. "Ba.. bah," was all the mentally younger man could physically manage out, making grabby hands toward the bat plushie on the wooden floor. "You want your bat, sweetie?" Varg asked, handing Øystein the soft toy. Varg picked the shorter male up, checking his diaper. "Looks like you need a changing, mister!" Varg announced, tapping Øystein gently on the tip of his small nose, gaining a giggle from the other. Varg laid the baby down on his changing table, unsnapping the buttons on his red romper and undoing his diaper and disposing of it in the small bin beside the door. Then, he gently wiped down the little one and applied baby powder, making sure he didn’t gain a painful rash. Once Øystein was all changed Varg slipped him into a white romper decorated with an assortment of small black bats, matching his plush, before clipping the soother he had put in Øystein’s mouth on to the article of clothing. "Time for your baba, mister!" Varg said enthusiastically to the happy baby as he carried him into the kitchen, sitting on one of the dining chairs and balancing the baby on his knee whilst bringing the lukewarm bottle of milk to Øystein’s mouth. Once finished, Varg picked his baby up and brought him to the small play room, filled with an assortment of toys. Varg set Øystein down gently and let him pick something out to play with alongside the plush bat he still clung on to with one hand. Surely enough, he chose the cute toy guitar he usually went for. It was sweet to see the person who usually killed it on stage and in studio on his Les Paul suddenly reduce to struggling to strum the strings on a toy, looking awfully pleased with himself when he succeeded. Looking down at the infant Varg noticed something. A bit more than the usual three or four centimetres of blonde hair had grown out. A small crown of golden hair framed the top of Øystein’s head as he played away at his small, red toy Stratocaster, the white pick guard shining from the sunlight beaming from the window nearby. "We really have to fix your hair soon, mister," Varg commented sweetly, gently running his fingertips through the hair of the latter, who leaned in to the touch. Øystein seemed to get a bit bored of his currently limited guitar abilities, placing down the small plastic instrument and picking up some rubber teething keys, holding them up to his mouth and chewing on them whilst cuddling his plushie with his other arm, looking too cute for Varg to resist doting on. Øystein took the keys out, looking into Varg’s loving eyes, trying to grab him in some way, quite pathetically reaching an arm out toward the other man who, in turn, sat Øystein on his lap, his small frame resting against the larger comfortably. "Awh, sweetheart, those nice, hmm?" Varg hummed, guiding the keys back to Øystein’s mouth. "Vag..," Øystein somewhat managed out, still getting the feel of his words. "Dada!" He exclaimed instead, seemingly giving up on the other word and returning to the one he knew. Varg spent a while playing with the baby until a couple of yawns emerged, and surely enough it was nap time. Varg brought Øystein to cot and attempted to put him down, but the smaller held on. "What’s wrong, sweetheart?" Varg wondered. "Dada," The other said simply, hugging on to Varg. "You want to sleep in dada’s bed?" Varg asked. Øystein nodded and so Varg brought him to his own room, taking this as an opportunity to get some extra sleep. They both laid down and the smaller curled up with his bat against his caretaker as the other stroked his hair gently, both drifting off into a peaceful sleep.