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We Will Rock This Sweet Child	By : Y2marmar Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Velvet Revolver Views: 959 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Velvet Revolver. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Twelve years later, Duff found himself sitting in the same hotel where Brian had broken up with him back in 1993. He looked around him, the hotel hadn’t changed much. A lot had changed for him and Brian though. Duff’s pancreas had exploded a year later, like Brian had predicted. It was pure luck that he survived, but he hadn’t touched a drop of vodka since then. He’d left Guns n Roses eventually, got a business degree in a Jesuit College and set up Velvet Revolver with Slash. He was also happily married with two daughters.
Brian had eventually married his long-time lover Anita Dobson, he’d opened a show in the West End, We Will Rock You, based on Queen’s music and together with Roger Taylor and ‘Free’ singer Paul Rodgers he’d recently embarked on another tour.
Duff looked around impatiently and checked his watch. Slash was supposed to meet him fifteen minutes ago. He wasn’t exactly the world’s greatest timekeeper, Duff admitted wryly, rolling his eyes. He’d probably discovered some music shop and lost track of time again. He ordered himself another coffee and tried to ring Slash’s mobile again, but it was switched off. Duff sighed, he was growing restless.
“Duff? Duff McKagan?” a posh English voice asked behind him, “Is it really you?” Duff turned around politely, preparing himself for a fan or well wisher, but instead came face to face with Brian. Brian sat down beside him.
“What are…why…” Duff cursed himself. Twelve years of thinking up hurtful bitchy things to say to Brian if they ever met up again and here they were sitting beside each other and Duff was speechless.
“I’m supposed to meet Roger,” Brian explained, “We’re auditioning bassists, John Deacon retired a couple of years ago and our last one has quit. He got a better offer,”
“How…how is the tour going?” Duff asked awkwardly
“It went really, really well over here,” Brian answered, “I’m worried about how successful it will be over in America though,”
Duff looked around desperately for Slash. That’s it; he thought to himself, I’m definitely getting him a watch for his birthday.
Why are you here with me?” Duff asked coldly
“Well,” Brian touched Duff softly on the leg. Duff moved further down the couch out of Brian’s reach, “I wanted to apologise for…you know,” Brian said.
“Whatever dude,” Duff said, checking his watch again. Brian sighed; it was obvious that Duff wasn’t going to make this easy. Brian took a breath and tried again.
“I am sorry you know,” he said.
“Really?” Duff asked in a bored voice.
“Yes,” said Brian, “It was wrong of me to just…”
Suddenly Slash sauntered in the door. Duff jumped up.
“Dude, I gotta go now,” he made to leave, but Brian jumped up and grabbed his wrist.
“Wait,”
Duff yanked his wrist away angrily. Brian scribbled his number on a piece of paper and gave it to him.
“Phone me?” he asked. Duff glared at him and left the hotel, dragging a bewildered Slash behind him.

“Dude, what the fuck? What’s going on?” Slash scratched his head.
“Didn’t you see who was in there?” Duff asked.
“No,”
“Brian May,” Duff looked behind him to check that Brian hadn’t followed them out.
“What the fuck did he want?” Slash demanded.
“I dunno,” Duff shrugged, “A quick shag probably. He gave me his phone number,”
“You’re not going to phone him are you?” Slash asked disbelievingly.
“Maybe,” Duff answered, “But I’m not going to fuck him. I just want to find out what he has to say,”
“Yeah, well you’ve got a great family, don’t fuck it up because of that loser,” Slash warned.
“Look, lets just forget about him,” Duff started walking, “We were supposed to meet Scott and the others half an hour ago. Your time keeping is non-existent,”
“I couldn’t help it, I got held up,” Slash laughed, following the blond-haired bassist down the street.

Inside the hotel, Brian sighed and ran a hand through his curly hair. He should have approached the subject a bit better. He knew now that leaving Duff was the wrong thing to do, but at the time it seemed like the only option and he’d regretted it ever since. He sighed again.
“Penny for em,” he looked up and saw Roger standing over him.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Roger said, sitting down beside him.
“Well…it’s just that…a friend, who’s happily married…well maybe not as happily as he thought, but he bumped into an old flame that he regretted leaving, well he didn’t regret it at the time, but…”
“Hang on a second,” Roger held up a hand, “I’m lost. Why don’t you start at the beginning?” Brian hesitated
“Look, whatever it is you can tell me. You know that mate,”
Brian looked at Roger and then looked around him and moved closer to Roger.
“Well ok, but you can’t tell anyone,” Brian told Roger the whole story about him and Duff. Roger sat quietly throughout the whole thing. When Brian finished speaking, Roger sat thinking for a few minutes before speaking.
“Wow,” he said finally, “I can’t believe you kept that a secret for what…twelve years? You could have told me you know, I mean I knew about you and Freddie’s love affair,” Roger looked irritated at being left out of such a big secret.
“What do you think I should do?” Brian asked, frowning. Roger thought for a moment.
“I dunno,” he said thoughtfully, “I suppose all you can do is wait and see if he phones you and insist that he meets you somewhere. Don’t make a pass at him, just apologise. Explain the whole thing to him, the way you explained it to me,”
“Yeah,” Brian said eagerly, “I could say, something like look I know I treated you like shit, but…”
“No!” Roger snapped, “Don’t say that. He mightn’t think that you treated him like shit. He might just think that you treated him badly and if you say that, he might think that you thought he was shit. You just don’t know how his mind works,”

That evening, Duff and the other members of Velvet Revolver were backstage waiting to go onstage. Duff was trying to workout, but he just couldn’t concentrate on it. The piece of paper with Brian’s phone number on it seemed to be burning a hole in his pocket.
“Right guys,” he stood up, “I’m just going to make a phone-call. It shouldn’t take too long. I’ll be back in a minute. Slash looked at him and raised an eyebrow questioningly; Duff nodded and walked out, leaving Slash glaring at his back.

Brian sat in his sitting room flicking aimlessly through the T.V channels, not really watching anything in particular, when his phone rang.
“Right what do you want?” Duff asked curtly when Brian answered it.
“Well…I…uh…um…” Brian stuttered.
“You uh…um?” Duff asked impatiently, “Dude, I’m due onstage in fifteen minutes,”
“Sorry…uhm…right…well…” Brian faltered.
“Hurry up,” Duff urged. Brian took a deep breath and continued.
“I treated you really, really badly and I’ve regretted it ever since,” he started quickly,
“You had twelve years to think up an excuse and that’s the best you could do?” Duff asked disbelievingly, glad to be in control of the conversation for once.
“I didn’t know what else to do. You were spiralling out of control, your body was deteriorating, and it was scary. I felt like…like I no longer knew who you were,”
“Yeah, I was pretty fucked up” Duff answered quietly, softening a bit, “It’s not something I’m proud of,”
“Yeah. But looking back, I could have…”
“Dude, look,” Duff cut him off, “I can’t talk right now. I’m due on stage, there are people around, and well…you know how it is. Uh…why don’t we meet up back at the hotel after the show and talk about it properly,”
“Yes, yes, I’d like that,” Brian said eagerly.
“Ok then,” Duff answered, “I’ll phone you later. See ya,”
Duff turned around to find Slash standing there with his arms folded, staring at him.
“You’re meeting him?” he asked.
“We have a lot to talk about,” Duff answered defensively, “We’re just talking, nothing else,” he added, seeing Slash’s arched eyebrow.
“Dude, you must be a hell of a lot more naive than I thought you were, if you think he just wants to talk,”
“Dude you seem to be totally against me meeting him. I’ve been explaining all day that I’m not interested in rekindling our relationship. I just wanna ease the tension between us, that’s all,” Duff explained.
“Tension my ass,” Slash muttered.
“Dude what’s with you? It’s as if you’re jealous or something,” Duff stated, irritably.
“Yeah, well, maybe I am jealous,” Slash mumbled.
“What?” Duff asked, “Why are you jealous?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Slash turned away.
“No, it does,” Duff insisted, “What is it?” Slash dragged him into an empty dressing room.
“Dude, you’re hot. Really hot,” Slash began, “I’m the only person that knows about you and Brian, I was the one who was there for you when he broke up with you,”
“What are you trying to say man?” Duff looked confused.
“I love you,” he said, “I’ve wanted you since I met you. When you recovered after your pancreas exploded and I told you that it was time to find someone else, I meant me for fucks sake! Not Susan fucking Holmes,”
“Wow,” Duff ran a hand through his bleached hair, “Dude I…” Suddenly Vince, the tour manager, burst into the room.
“There you are! Every one is looking for you two. Are you playing tonight or what?”
“What? Yeah, yeah of course. We were discussing something and lost track of time,” Slash said.
“You don’t say,” Vince looked pissed off, “Hurry fucking up!”
“Yeah, coming,” Duff walked out of the room.

Their support group, Ability, was just finishing up onstage. Duff stood staring at Slash. He’d wanted him a long time ago too, but when he thought that Slash wasn’t interested, he’d gotten over it and moved on, that was why they were such good friends. Was this going to change that? Duff sighed loudly.
“You okay?” Scott looked worried, “You look upset,”
“What? Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired, that’s all,” he lied.
“Well take it easy man,” Scott said, not looking entirely convinced.

Duff managed to get through the concert although his mind wasn’t on it. After the gig, he went up to Slash, who had his head bent over his guitar.
“Dude why don’t you hang out in your hotel room and after I’m finished with Brian, I’ll come hang with you, we’ll go for a drink or something,”
“Whatever,” Slash muttered, not lifting up his head. Duff sighed.
“I’ll see you then,” he wanted to stay and talk with Slash, but he’d promised to meet Brian and after everything that had happened, he didn’t want to let him down.
Duff stood inside the door of the Hilton Hotel in London and looked around, there was no sign of Brian.
“The least he could do is be on time,” Duff muttered, tapping his foot impatiently.
He waited for about ten more minutes and was just about to leave when Brian came hurrying in.
“I’m really sorry,” he said when he saw Duff’s impatient look, “I decided to go and see We Will Rock You seeing as I was going to be in town anyway, but after the show there was a problem backstage and they needed me there to sort it out,”
“Well it doesn’t matter, you’re here now,” Duff said, “Look, why don’t we chat up in my room? We can have some peace there,”
Upstairs in Duff’s room, Duff poured himself some water.
“Do you want some?” he asked, “Or you can have something stronger. Just because I don’t drink, doesn’t mean you can’t,”
“No, no water’s fine,” Brian sat down on the bed, “So have you given up drink completely or are you just not drinking tonight?” he inquired.
“I’ve given up completely,” Duff said, “My pancreas exploded a year after you…a year after we broke up. God knows how I survived. But I’ve been clean and sober ever since. I haven’t had a drop of alcohol since 1994,” Duff said proudly, sitting down opposite Brian, “After we broke up I went completely off the rails,”
“I’m sorry,” Brian said, “I can’t help but feel it was my fault somehow,”
“No, it was a blessing in disguise,” Duff answered, “I just drank and drank and drank, drowning my sorrows and eventually my pancreas exploded. It couldn’t cope with the damage I guess,”
“Did it hurt?” Brian asked.
“Hurt like hell,” Duff grimaced as he remembered the pain.
“And you don’t drink now?” Brian asked tentatively.
“I can’t. If I have one more I could die,” Duff shrugged, “It was hard at first, but I feel much happier and healthier now. I took up martial arts, that helped a lot,”
“That’s really great. I’d heard about your pancreas all right,” Brian said, “You’ve got a wife and kids now haven’t you?”
“Yeah, they’re great,” Duff said proudly, “Susan is my wife and our daughters are called Grace and Mae. I heard you married Anita?”
“Look, lets cut the bullshit,” Brian said, moving closer to Duff, “We both know why we’re here,” he kissed Duff on the lips. After a few minutes Duff jumped up.
“I can’t do this man. We should talk,” Brian came over to him in his ear.
“We will talk,” he whispered seductively into Duff’s ear, “Later,” he kissed Duff softly on the neck, just under his ear. He knew Duff liked to be kissed there. Duff kissed him back gently on the lips.
“What about Susan?” Duff asked.
“Is she here?” Brian asked as he kissed Duff’s neck.
“No,”
“Then she’ll never know,”
Brian pulled Duff’s face close to him and kissed him on the lips “I want you so much,” Brian whispered hoarsely, as Duff kissed him back, he remembered Slash.
“I can’t do this,” he said, pulling away, “I just don’t feel that way about you anymore. I can’t pretend that it didn’t happen,”
“But I thought it was ok between us,” Brian looked confused.
“It is,” Duff answered simply, “We can still be friends,”
“When have we ever been friends?” Brian asked.
“We can learn,” Duff said.
“But don’t you want to…”
“No,” Duff answered firmly.
“I should go,” Brian looked upset, “This is just so…”
“Wrong?” Duff asked.
“I was going to say embarrassing, but that could work too,” Brian picked up his jacket and went over to the door.
“I guess I’ll see you around,” he said before leaving. Duff stood staring at the closed door for a few moments before going out as well.
Duff stood outside Slash’s bedroom door thinking. Slash was unbelievably hot and they’d obviously wanted each other for quite some time. He didn’t really care for Brian, but he did care for Susan. But Brian was right, he reasoned with himself, she’d never know. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Luckily, Slash was in. When he opened the door, Duff pushed him inside and kissed him heavily on the lips. Slash pulled away.
“Dude, what the fuck?”
“I want you,” Duff replied, “I thought you said you wanted me too,”
“I get what this is,” Slash walked away from him and turned off the T.V, “Brian wouldn’t have sex with you, so you came to me. Well if that’s the case you can fuck off man,”
“As it happens,” Duff replied primly, “Brian did try and come on to me, but I turned him down,”
“What?” Slash looked at him.
“It’s you I want,” Duff explained.
“What about Perla and Susan?” Slash asked.
“They’re not here, they won’t know,” Duff smiled seductively, “Unless you tell them of course,”
“Are you sure you want to do this,” Slash asked uncertainly, “I mean, you’re not just doing this because of what I said earlier, are you?”
“Dude, I’ve wanted you since the day I met you,” Duff told him.
“Really? Whoa,”
“Yeah, but you’ve always had your women, so I assumed that you wouldn’t be interested in me I had no idea you felt that way,”
“Well if that’s the case, why are we making small talk?” Slash’s lips curled into a smile as he went over to Duff and kissed him hard on the lips. He licked Duff’s lips with his tongue, tempting Duff to open his mouth, when he did, Slash stuck his tongue inside, exploring every inch of Duff’s mouth. Duff started to pull off Slash’s t-shirt while they kissed. Slash pulled away to allow Duff to slide the t-shirt over his head, Slash slid off Duff’s t-shirt and they continued kissing. Duff pushed Slash gently onto the bed and he straddled him and kissed his chest. Slash ran a hand through Duff’s hair, and stroked Duff’s back with his other hand. Duff sat up and started to unbutton Slash’s trousers.
“You’ve done this before, right?” he asked idly as he opened the buttons.
“No,” Slash smiled lazily, “I have no idea what I’m letting myself in for,”
“Ok,” Duff shrugged, “I’ll take it slowly for tonight. If you want me to stop at any point, just let me know. All you have to do is say stop,”
“I don’t think there’ll be any need for that,” Slash growled, pulling Duff back down towards him. They kissed each other hungrily for a few more minutes, before Duff sat up again. He unbuttoned Slash’s trousers.
“Lift up your hips,” he ordered. Slash bucked his hips and Duff slid both trousers and underwear off Slash so that he was lying naked on the bed.
“Aren’t you going to undress?” he asked as Duff straddled him again.
“If you like,” Duff stood up and took off his jeans and boxer shorts sat back down on the bed. Slash gently pushed him down and then straddled him, kissing him gently all over his neck and chest. Duff arched his back as he felt himself hardening against Slash’s chest. Slash noticed this and slid down Duff’s body until he was level with Duff’s dick. He blew gently on it, smiling as he felt Duff’s body stiffen with desire. He took Duff’s dick in his mouth and sucked it. Duff arched his back and gripped the bed sheets. It was so long since he’d had a blowjob, he felt that he’d die if Slash stopped and die if he didn’t.
“Man, I think I’m gonna come,” he whispered. Slash moved his mouth up Duff’s dick a bit and continued sucking. Duff cried out in passion as he came suddenly in Slash’s mouth. Slash sat up and wiped his mouth.
“Well that was an experience,” he grinned, “Dude, I hope you’re going to return the favour,”
“Of course,” Duff answered, having recovered enough to sit up, “Dude, that was better than anything Brian’s ever done. Are you sure that was your first time?”
“Yup,” Slash lay back down, “You ok?”
“Yeah, I think so,”
“You obviously don’t get much blowjobs,” Slash commented.
“Not much,” Duff sniggered, “Anyway, enough chitchat, lie down,”
Slash obeyed. Duff moved down the bed until he was sitting beside Slash’s hips. He climbed up on Slash’s legs and took Slash’s dick in his mouth and sucked it. Slowly at first then faster, making sure to lick every bit he could reach with his tongue. Slash arched his back and moaned in pleasure. As Duff continued to lick and suck.
“I think I’m going to come,” he growled. Duff moved up slightly to avoid being choked, and continued licking. Slash bucked his hips and let out a soft cry, as he came in Duff’s mouth. Duff lay down beside Slash. They sat in silence for a few moments, before Slash spoke.
“Dude, at first I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go the full way, but that’s definitely helped make up my mind. I want you to fuck me,”
“You don’t beat about the bush, do you?” Duff asked, “Got any lube?”
“I think so. Try that drawer,” Slash pointed lazily at the bedside locker,”
Duff leaned over and opened the drawer; he found the lube and sat back up. He shot a flirtatious smile at Slash.
“You wanna help me put it on?” he asked.
“Sure,” Duff poured some into the palm of Slash’s hand and Slash rubbed it onto Duff’s dick.
At about four A.M, Duff woke up to find Slash sitting beside him drinking a can of beer. He handed Duff a bottle of orange juice.
“So, how was that?” Duff asked.
“Awkward at first, but it was good, really good,”
“Yeah,” Duff nodded in agreement, “We…our wives…” he began, “I should have told you before,”
“You don’t wanna leave?” Slash asked, “I wasn’t gonna ask you to. I don’t wanna leave either. Anyway, we have our reputations to keep up,”
Duff laughed.
“Well then, we can do this again…can we?” Duff asked, sounding very unsure.
“Yeah, definitely,” Slash agreed, “That was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before,”
“Me too,” Duff said quietly, “I think we could make this affair work. Cause…this may sound selfish, I want you and I want Sue as well. I don’t think I’m gay. She’s always been able to turn me on too. I guess I want the best of both worlds,”
“Does that sound selfish?” he cocked his head to one side inquiringly.
Slash shook his head, his black curls bouncing vigorously.
“Not at all man. I know what you’re trying to say,”
Duff shot him a relieved smile. They sat quietly for a few moments, each one immersed in his own thoughts. Slash looked up.
“Well now that we’ve sorted that out…” he pulled Duff closer to him and kissed him hard on the lips.
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