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Sixx down	By : shenanigansamillion Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Motley Crue Views: 1915 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Motley Crue. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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This story has nothing to do with real life events.

The night had been long, the show was sold out and finally Nikki had slunk back to his hotel room. He had no idea how he had gotten away from all his band mates and the groupies without having to put up much of a fight. On any other night it would have been impossible he was sure of that. He had stepped away as all his other band mates were bowing, shoved his bass at his Tech and caught a cab back to the Hilton.

Depression was really catching up to him after the divorce with Donna.

“Fucking bitch!” He thought silently to himself as he sat on the bed alone and still figuring out how to cope. Nikki thought they were gonna be together forever. He loved her but the accusations of prostituting herself were too much to get around, and the kids were suffering too.

Now alone in the hell he called home. His head, he allowed himself to fall back on the bed and collapse from exhaustion.

Nikki was having nightmares when all of a sudden he was ripped away from the demons. He woke up to the song “can’t speak” by Danzig and slowly he opened his eyes. Someone was in the room with him. The lights were off. He was thinking it was a practical joke of Tommy’s at first. So he didn’t say anything. He didn’t feel like wasting his time calling Tommy a “fuckhead.”

Then there were fingers opening his mouth….he just let it happen he didn’t know why, he felt powerless. Then the familiar taste of Jack fell into his mouth. He swallowed and more came, and more he just kept swallowing, too weak to fight “an old friend” he embraced the bottle. “Am I fucking still dreaming?” he thought.

Then it stopped and he felt hands on his jeans, running fingers down to his crotch, something he hadn’t felt in ages. The booze hit him with the quickness and then suddenly he felt like he was back in a place he was familiar with, a comfort zone. He had to be dreaming.

Whomever was in the room with him pulled out his hardening cock and sucked him off like there was no tomorrow. Never saying a word, just pleasuring him in any way they could. Nikki was in paradise, the pain was gone and then there was “release”. Just as quick as the person appeared, they walked out of the room and left him with the bottle setting on the night stand and he passed right back out again. “Best dream ever.” Was the only thought he had had.
6am….

Vince bursts in the door….”Wake up you dick..I can’t believe you fucking left us with all the groupies alone, they were gorgeous!” Then he noticed Nikki passed out half on the bed, half off. His pants around his ankles and a bottle of Jack on the nightstand, Vince lost it.

Nikki had been straight edged for years. This was old Nikki lying in front of him. Immediately he left the room to go talk to Tommy. Two rooms down, he slid the card into the door and burst in the room, Tommy was passed out next to two groupies and he just slapped their asses and told them to get out of the room that there was some serious shit going down and they should respect privacy. The girls grabbed their clothes and shuffled out as Tommy began to stir.

“Wake up you fuck!” Vince screamed.

“What is wrong with you, asshole!?” Tommy was pissed in spite of knowing that it might be important.

“Dude I just found where Nikki was, he was in his room naked with a bottle of JACK beside him.”

“So what, he deserves it, he’s going through a tough time.” Tommy tried to roll back over.

“Okay and he’s been sober and clean for how many years now?” Vince challenged.

“Awhile but damn dude, that doesn’t mean anything. He could just be having a bad night, or a good one.” Tommy said snickering all the while.

“Whatever go back to sleep, I’ll talk to him when he wakes up, and see what’s going on.”

“I will, I don’t need you to tell me what to do, did you see the ass I had in here last night? Fucking amazing.”

Vince was still fucking furious so he went downstairs and got himself some much needed breakfast and a massage.

Eventually Nikki woke up, his head was swimming. He slowly sat up and looked around.
“Why the fuck does my head hurt?”
He glanced down and realized that he didn’t have any pants on and that they were halfway across the room.

“What the fuck?” He was starting to wonder if that dream had actually been real. That’s about the time he noticed the half empty bottle of Jack on the night stand.

“Okay so I know that alcohol doesn’t manifest itself, and I doubt Tommy was the one sucking my cock….so ….” He jumped up and put his on his pants and burst out of his hotel room. He figured one of them had put some groupie up to it or something.

He decided to find Tommy first, because he was always fucking with him. Nikki banged on the door, and within 3 seconds Tommy opened it to see a fuming Sixx.

“I need to talk to you.” He said as he put Tommy in a choke hold.

“Did you really feel the need to send some strange girl into my room last night to pour Jack Daniels down my throat and take advantage of me being depressed?”

“What the fuck are you talking about Sixx? I got piss drunk last night in my room with two girls but we couldn’t find you. Vince and I went to a strip joint and fuckin’ Mick went to sleep.”

“So some stranger came through my fucking door, with a card, fed me JACK, sucked me off and then left? And you guys had nothing to do with it?”

“No, I would own up if I had though, that’s pretty badass.” He finally released Tommy knowing he wasn’t lying.

“Was she any good?” Tommy said grinning and cocking an eyebrow. Nikki rolled his eyes.

“Yeah actually mystery girl was pretty awesome. I’m gonna find her and either kill her or marry her, I’m not sure which yet. I thought I was dreaming.” Tommy grabbed Nikki’s arm.

“Oh wait dude Vince was looking for you.” Nikki nodded and left to go find Vince.

Nikki was looking like shit today, feeling like shit, smelling like shit and he didn’t give a fuck. He knew all the eyeliner had been smeared all over the place from sleeping weird. He was starting to wonder why Vince was looking for him, he didn’t usually seek Nikki out, he usually waited for Nikki to find him, then he’d tell Sixx about his wild night. Some old lady passed him in the hall and made a cringing face and walked faster in the opposite direction. Nikki snickered, he fucking loved it when he offended people.

“She probably smelled me from a mile away.” He thought. He turned around to see if he was offending anyone else and that’s when he ran smack into Vince when he wasn’t looking.

“Oh shit man, I’m sorry.” Nikki tried to apologize.

“Man we need to have a fucking talk. You wanna go up to your room?” Sixx gave him an uneasy look as he nodded and followed Vince to his room.

He slipped his card in the door, turned the knob and opened the heavy hotel room door that had the numbers 34Sixx on it, Nikki had personally taken off the 6 and wrote it in himself. He made his way to the bed sat down, looked up at Vince and said, “So what’s up?”

“Sixx, I know you’re a grown man and you make your own decisions but…what the fuck were you thinking last night? You disappeared to come back here to sit alone and drink? Look I know you are taking the divorce hard but come on, you’ve been doing fucking awesome, why do you need to go back to that dark place every time you feel robbed in your life?” By this time Nikki was fucking fuming.

Vince is accusing him of doing what?!?!

“OK number one back the fuck up because you have no idea of what you are talking about, number two what the fuck man? I can’t even fucking believe how much of a dick you are being right now, you really have some fucking balls.”

“Ok then tell me what the fucks up.” Vince challenged.

“No fuck you, you wouldn’t even believe me if I told you, I can hardly believe it myself.”

“Fucking try me.” Vince wanted to hear what lame excuse 1987 Nikki had come up with cuz he fucking could see the devil in Sixx’s eyes again.

“I passed out as soon as I got back from the show. I came back to my room alone and fucking passed out. Then I wake up to fucking someone playing Danzig, standing over me, opening my mouth and pouring JD down my throat. And then, and it gets better, the girl starts moving her hand down towards my crotch. She takes out my cock, sucks me off and then leaves, and I never saw her face, she left the light off. So I’m a little freaked out.” Vince just smiles.

“Nikki you really don’t have to lie to me, I’m your friend you know?” Nikki looked around and then looked back at Vince.

“What the fuck? That is the truth. Why would I lie?” Vince rolled his eyes.

“I just think you’re into shit again man, I can sense a change in you, and it’s not a good one. Number one no bitch is gonna suck you off, you smell horrible. Number 2 who fucking listens to Danzig anymore? Number three….there’s just no fucking way.”
“Crazier shit has happened hasn’t it, so why is it so hard for you to believe me now?” Nikki shot back as he took a whiff of himself.

“I do smell like ass.” He thought.

“I’m sorry, I want to but I don’t, Sixx just keep your shit in check.” Nikki was starting to get pissed now.

“Are you seriously telling me what to do? Because I wasn’t lying but this bottle of Jack, is starting to look tasty.” Nikki said as he walked all cocky towards it.

“Sixx don’t fucking do it.” Vince cringed as Nikki took of the top and turned it up. All the while flicking Vince off.

“You’re an asshole.” Vince said as he left the room extremely pissed.
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