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Never Say Never	By : AlBelle Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Brides of Destruction Views: 790 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Brides of Destruction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Never Say Never
- 1
“Daaaaaddeeeee! Phooooone!” Came the cry from one of the kids who’d just answered the phone. From the sound of it, it was Frankie-Jean who’d picked up the kitchen extension. Nikki sighed, stretching from being bent over the mixing desk for five hours on end. Opening the studio door, he walked up the stairs to the kitchen and looked around, seeing the gorgeous little face of his youngest daughter, holding the cordless phone in her left hand and BoBo, her stuffed bear, tucked into her right. He smiled at her and took the receiver, winking at her.
“Who is it, Frankie? Did you ask?”
“Yup.” Frankie nodded proudly. “It’s Tracii!”
Tracii? Nikki thought. What the fuck is he calling me for? Thank God it’s not Donna, I suppose. I dunno what would have gone down. Stupid bitch…He grinned. “Thanks, Baby. You go play with BoBo now, I got it.”
“’Kay.” The six-year-old high-tailed it to the living room where she’d been watching Looney Tunes. Nikki shook his head and put the phone to his ear.
“Hello?” He said.
“Hi…” The unusually quiet voice of the guitarist came down the phone line and the bassist had to hold the phone closer to his ear to hear him. “How’s it all going?”
“Yeh, good.” Nikki said, warily. “What’s up?”
“Awwh nothin’.” The guitarist said, and Nikki had the distinct image of his former friend shrugging his shoulders. “Just wanted to know if you wanted to chat.”
“What’s there to chat about, Tracii?”
“I dunno…” Tracii sighed. “I just need someone to talk to.”
Nikki frowned. “Are you okay, Tracii?”
“Not really.” The two simple words echoed down the line. “Kristen left me.”
“What? Why?”
“Don’t fuckin’ know.” Tracii said, miserably.
“Dude, do you need me to come over?” Nikki said before he realized what he was saying. He mentally slapped himself. This was the guy he’d had a falling out with after he’d rejoined Mötley Crüe.
“If you want.” Tracii said. “Doesn’t worry me.”
“Dude, I’ll be there soon.” Nikki said, wondering why on earth he was offering to go over in the first place. “You gonna be okay until I get there?”
“S’pose.” Tracii said, brushing off Nikki’s concern. “See you later, I guess.”
“Yeh…” Nikki said. “Yeh, see you soon.” He shook his head as he hung up the phone on the wall mount. Looking around the kitchen, he sighed and went upstairs toward Storm’s room.
“Stormy?”
“Hey Dad.” Storm grinned, looking up from the webpage on her computer. “What’s up?”
“You mind babysitting tonight?”
“Frankie? Sure…” Storm nodded. “I can do that. Where you off to?”
“Tracii’s place. He’s a bit depressed.”
“Oh, okay.” Storm nodded, a confused look on her face. Was this the same Tracii that her dad had had that huge fight with a couple of years ago?
Nikki handed her some money. “Just order a pizza or something for dinner, okay? Dekker and Rhyan went to that pool party and Gunner’s going over to Joe’s at about seven… so have a girl’s night in… or whatever it is you do.”
“Yes sir!” She saluted. “Don’t worry. We’ll have fun.”
“No setting the house on fire.”
“And Frankie’s in bed by eight-thirty, I know.” Storm rolled her eyes. “I’ve done this a hundred times, Dad.”
“Just making sure.” Nikki winked and headed back downstairs to the kitchen, picking up his keys. Then he walked into the living room just in time to see Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd chasing after each other with axes, guns and cannons in a rerun of The Rabbit of Seville. “Hey, Frankie. What are ya watching, baby?”
“Bugs Bunny!” Frankie said, eyes not leaving the screen.
“Oh yeh? What’s that wascally wabbit up to now?”
“Teasing Elmer Fudd again…” Frankie tore her gaze from the screen and looked up at her dad. “Why doesn’t he get hurt, daddy?”
“Well, because he’s a cartoon.” Nikki smiled. “Hey listen, I’m going over to Tracii’s place tonight. Stormy’s gonna look after you, okay?”
Frankie tightened her grip on BoBo and looked up at him with non-blinking big green eyes. “Where’s Rhyan? And Dekker?”
“They’re at a party. And Gunner’s going to his friend’s place.”
“Oh…”
“You guys are having pizza for dinner.” Nikki wheedled, knowing it wouldn’t take much persuasion. Frankie’s face lit up.
“Pizza!” She was sold on the idea. Nikki laughed and nodded. “Okay, Daddy.”
“Okay, baby.” He kissed the top of her head and made his way out the door to his car.

Knocking on the door half an hour later, Nikki bit back a comment when he saw how dreadful Tracii looked when he answered. He’d known the guitarist had cut his hair a bit too short, but the dark smudges under his bloodshot eyes weren’t easy to miss. Bloodshot from what, though? “Trace?”
“Hey, man.” Tracii said quietly. “How’s it all going?”
“Dude, what happened to you?” Nikki frowned. “You look…” Well, how did you tell someone they looked like shit without setting them off? “…Different.”
Tracii let a harsh, bitter laugh. “Oh, yeh. You’ve noticed, then? Well done.” He walked away from the door and Nikki took that as an invitation to come in. Closing the door behind him, he followed his friend to the kitchen.
“Look, Trace, I’m sorry about Kristen-”
“How do you know about that?” Tracii looked at him suspiciously. “Have you been following me?”
“Dude,” Nikki looked surprised at the suspicious look that Tracii was giving him. “You told me on the phone…”
“I didn’t call you.” Tracii said. “Why would I?”
“I don’t fucking know, Guns. You called me and I offered to come over.” Nikki said exasperatedly.
“Why?” Tracii snorted. “Why would you offer to come over here when we’re not even talking anymore?”
“From the looks of it, we’re talking now.” Nikki said softly. “What happened, Tracii? Why did Kristen leave?”
“I don’t fucking know.” Tracii sat heavily on a kitchen stool and shrugged miserably. “Guess she finally got sick of the miserable fucker that I am. Can’t say I really blame her.”
“Tracii, that’s bullshit.” Nikki said, sitting across from the guitarist. “You and Kristen were inseparable. One of you must have done something to make her leave.”
“Inseparable?” Tracii said, looking up angrily. “Like you and Donna were, huh?”
Nikki winced as Tracii’s comment hit a raw nerve. “Hey man, if you’d rather me go, I’d be happy too. I don’t want to deal with insults and bullshit like this.” He got up, only to be stopped by Tracii’s hand on his own.
“Wait, Nikki. I’m sorry.” Tracii sighed. “I guess I’m just…”
“I understand.” Nikki said, sitting back down and patting Tracii’s hand reassuringly. “Believe me. I understand.”
“It’s just that… I don’t know… I never thought Kristen would actually leave me, you know? I mean, she’s threatened it a lot during our fights… but I never thought she’d actually go through with it.”
“Same goes for me and Donna, man.” Nikki said, looking seriously at the younger man. “I never thought we’d get divorced… I loved her so damn much, y’know?”
“What is it with women anyway?” Tracii looked up. “They make out they love you and then they chew you up and spit you out.”
“That’s chicks for you, I guess.” Nikki managed a grin. Tracii was sounding a bit more like himself. “And when they do leave, you realise how much you miss the little things.”
“Things that irritated the hell out of you when they were around.” Finished Tracii with a sigh and a knowing grin. “God damn women. Damn them all.”
“That’s pretty much the way of it, ain’t it?” Nikki smiled.
“Yeh…” Tracii was silent for a minute. “Hey, you want a drink?”
“Yeh, sure.” Smiled Nikki. “Why not?”
“What’s your poison?”
“Ah, just a Jack, I suppose.”
“Man of habit, aren’t ya.” Tracii said with a short laugh as he got the bottle of Jack Daniels out of the cupboard and poured two generous glasses for the both of them. “Cheers.”
“Cheers.” Nikki chinked glasses with the guitarist and took a sip of the whiskey, relishing the fiery sensation as it slid down his throat. “God, that tastes good.”
“Yeh…” Tracii sighed, staring into space for a few moments. “You ever think about what might have happened if we’d stayed together?”
“What? You mean in Brides?”
“Yeh… do you think the second album might’ve done better?”
“Who can say?” Nikki shrugged. “Maybe so, maybe no.”
“I guess.” Tracii took another sip of whiskey.

An hour and several drinks later, the pair of them had moved to the den, where Tracii’d become hypnotized by a picture of Kristen on the coffee table. Nikki had laid the picture flat on its face and tried to distract his friend by talking about Tracii’s band. It’d worked for a time and now the two had fallen into a companionable silence, both glad to have some company.
“You know what?” Tracii said suddenly.
“What?” Nikki asked, opening his eyes and looking at the guitarist. There was a silence for a minute.
“I forgot what I was gonna say…” Tracii said finally, grinning. Nikki laughed, shaking his head.
“Tracii, you’re a-” He was cut off by the touch of warm lips against his own. Surprised, he pushed the guitarist away. “Guns, what the fuck?”
“Don’t tell me this isn’t what you want.” Tracii said, quietly. “I’ve watched you all night, Nikki…”
“Tracii, I don’t know what you think I want, but…” Nikki was once again interrupted, this time by Tracii’s hand on his knee, circling slowly with one finger tip. Biting back a small moan, he pushed Tracii’s hand away. “No, Tracii.”
“Why not?” Tracii looked hurt. Nikki hesitated.
“Because you’re drunk…” He said lamely, knowing that that particular factor didn’t matter.
“So are you…” Tracii said. “Jesus, Nikki… stop fighting and just give in for once in your Goddamned life.” He leaned forward again and kissed the bassist once again before Nikki could protest. The combined sensations of both the kiss and Tracii’s insistent circling fingertips were enough to cloud Nikki’s mind and he leaned into the kiss, opening his mouth and allowing Tracii’s tongue access. Nikki moaned softly as Tracii’s hand stopped its circling and moved slowly up his thigh to lightly stroke over him, and the bassist felt himself grow hard under the guitarist’s fingers. Leaning back, Tracii nibbled along the bassist’s jaw and sucked lightly on his neck, making the older man’s mind cloudier.
Nikki closed his eyes, his own hands reaching out and sliding underneath Tracii’s shirt and tracing invisible patterns on the guitarist’s skin, making the younger man moan into his neck. Tracii’s hand busied itself with undoing Nikki’s buttonfly and sliding in to stroke his cock once it was undone. Nikki’s gasping moans only encouraged the guitarist to pull away from the bassist’s neck and look at him with glazed brown eyes, his hand still wrapped around Nikki’s hard on. Abruptly pulling away from the bassist, he sat back, chewing his lip, looking at his hands.
“I-I’m sorry, Nikki…” He muttered. Nikki looked at the younger man with a combined look of confusion, frustration and lust, his face a flushed red and his green eyes glazed. “I… I don’t know what came over me…”
“Tracii…” Nikki started. “Why-”
“I don’t know why I kissed you, alright? I’m sorry. I just… I just… ah fuck, I don’t know.” Tracii kept looking at his hands.
“Tracii.” The sudden commanding tone in Nikki’s voice made the younger man look up. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
“Bullshit.” Tracii said. “I just fucking kissed you, for fuck sake.”
“So?” Nikki asked, the same commanding tone in his voice. “Just because I fucking hesitated doesn’t mean jackshit, Guns. It took me by surprise.”
“Yeh, because you weren’t expecting me to kiss you.” Tracii bit his lip again. “God… just leave…”
“No.” Nikki’s simple refusal made the guitarist look up again, having lowered his eyes to his lap again. “I’m not gonna leave.”
“Stop messing with my head, Sixx.” Tracii put his head in his hands. “I just wanna… I dunno.”
“If you say you want to curl up and die, I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“Why?”
“Why?! For Christ sakes, Tracii! You’re upset because Kristen left. Fuck! If that’s not gonna make me stay and keep you company, then maybe the fact that I need company might!”
“Why the hell would you need company?” Tracii frowned. “You have five gorgeous kids to run around after. Kristen was all I had!”
“Did it ever occur to you that I might need a different sort of company than what my kids can provide, you selfish fuck?” Nikki sighed and rubbed his forehead. “I guess it was either here or a strip bar… at least here I have someone I can talk to! Strippers and hookers are only interested in the money you give them to suck your cock. They never want to listen to all the crap you want to talk about.”
Tracii was silent, entranced by Nikki triad. “I guess…”
“Now,” Nikki sighed again and looked seriously at the younger man. “If you want to talk, talk. If you want to drink, drink. If you want to fuck… well, you were going the right way about it before you decided to end the little charade.”
Tracii, slightly stunned, leaned back and appeared to think about it for a minute. After a short silence, he got up, taking both glasses out to the kitchen. Nikki silently followed him with his eyes and sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. Jesus Christ, Sixx… you really put your foot in it this time…
He looked up again as Tracii came back into the den, holding two refilled glasses. Curiously watching the guitarist as he set down the glasses, he sighed. “Listen, Trace… I’m sorry-”
Tracii held up a hand to stop the apology at Nikki’s lips and turned to him. “No, its okay… don’t say sorry. I was an asshole.”
Nikki looked at the younger man with a bemused look. Before he could say anything however, the guitarist was kissing him and he felt Tracii’s hand slide into his pants again and wrap around his cock, stroking it slowly, sending shocks through his entire system. Moaning, he let his head loll back against the headrest of the couch, enjoying the feeling of Tracii’s strong hand on him. Feeling the couch shift as Tracii moved into a more comfortable position, and the guitarists lips slide down his neck, he paid it no mind until his eyes flew open in shock at the touch of warm lips wrapping around his cock. Looking down at Tracii’s head in his lap, he fought the urge to moan loudly as the guitarist’s tongue gently swept over the tender underside of his penis. “Oh… God…” He groaned, burying his hands in Tracii’s short hair and digging his fingers into his scalp. His skin tingled as he felt the guitarist drag his teeth lightly over his erection.
Tracii worked on the older man slowly, deliberately drawing out the delicious torture he was inflicting upon his friend. Sliding his fingers into the bassist’s pants, he stroked Nikki’s balls with the same slow torturous rhythm.
“T…Tracii…” Gasped Nikki gasped as he felt his balls tighten. “Oh… Fuck…” Pulling the guitarist up, he looked at the younger man with hazy green eyes. Pushing Tracii down onto his back on the couch, he hurriedly and impatiently pulled at the waistband of the constricting denim that covered what he really wanted. Throwing the jeans on the floor, he kicked off his own Levi’s, his eyes never leaving Tracii, who lay in front of him, his thick cock hard and swollen. The guitarist’s brown eyes watched him hungrily as he pushed Tracii’s legs so his knees were tucked into his chest. Bending down, he stroked the guitarist, making the younger man moan aloud, before working his index finger into Tracii’s ass. The guitarist arched his back and moaned loudly.
“Fuck… Nikki… more! God, please! More!” Nikki obliged, pushing his finger all the way in and began to mimic the movements that were to come. He watched the younger man writhe in ecstasy beneath him, growing harder by the second. Pulling his fingers out, he positioned himself over Tracii, spitting on his hands and lubing himself with his saliva. Tracii, watching him do this, arched his back further and gasped as Nikki pushed into him. Biting his lip, he rocked with the bassist as he pushed in and out, using one hand to stroke the guitarist, causing the younger man to gasp his name with each thrust. Wrapping his hand around Tracii’s cock, Nikki pumped it roughly in time with each thrust, making the guitarist moan, and then scream his name. Tracii closed his eyes, moaning and chewing his lip hard as his balls tightened and he tensed, coming between them. Nikki thrust quicker, panting. His green eyes closing, he leaned back as he tensed and came deep in the guitarist.
After a few moments, Nikki pulled out of Tracii and collapsed on the couch, breathing hard. “Holy fuck…”
Tracii was still, his mind reeling. Panting, he struggled to sit up, giving up after a few moments and was content to lie on the couch.
“Jesus…” He murmured as he wrestled his eyes open and looked at the spent bassist. “Fuck…”
“We just did, you dumb cunt.” Nikki grinned slightly. “Or did you memory disappear when you cut your hair?”
Tracii laughed. “Asshole.”
“I’ve got one, if that’s what you’re asking.” Nikki said, looking at the guitarist.
“Good to know, if ever I decide to return the favour.” Tracii looked at the older man thoughtfully. “Hey Nikki?”
“Mmm?”
“Thanks for comin’ over… it means a lot to me.”
“Just for comin’ over? Or do you mean for fucking you senseless too?”
“Both.”
“S’alright.” Nikki smiled. “Meant a lot to me, too.” He reached out and wiped some of Tracii’s come off the guitarist’s stomach. “Messy bastard.”
“You can’t talk.” Tracii stated. “By all accounts, you made me do it.”
The two of them grinned at each other and Nikki leaned forward, picking up his jeans. “I guess… I better head home…” He avoided Tracii’s gaze as he stood up and put the pants back on. “Kids’ll be in bed and…you gonna be okay?”
“Uhm…” Tracii wracked his brain to think of an excuse for Nikki to stay. “You can’t go, Nikki…”
“Why?”
“Uh… think of all the Jack you had… you must be way over the limit!” Tracii chewed his lip. “What if you get pulled over?”
“You wouldn’t be trying to get me to stay here, would you, Guns?”
“No!”
“I think you might be…” Nikki said softly, stepping toward the guitarist, who had managed to sit up. He leaned over so his nose was merely inches away from Tracii’s own. “Hmm?”
“Uh…” Anxious brown eyes met cool, green ones as Tracii stared at Nikki, trying to think up an adequate excuse for why he didn’t want the bassist to leave. Nikki closed the last couple of inches between them and kissed the guitarist roughly, pushing his tongue into the younger man’s mouth, before Tracii could protest. Pulling back, he looked into the chocolate brown eyes before him and smiled slightly.
“Tell you what.” He said softly. “I accept.”
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