To Miss You Over Chocolate

Johnny grimaced, Sid's behavoir beginning to bother him.

"No means no, in a few more weeks you can go back to whats her name."

"But you're my Johnny," Sid whimpered, pawing the singer's chest.

"No!" Johnny snarled, shoving the boy back as violently as he could.

He wanted Sid to go away, wanted to be left alone, wanted for Sid to just let him lock himself away with nobody for company but his dark, nasty self. Of course Sid would have nothing of it, he remained insistant, wanting to love Johnny so badly.

Johnny grimaced, he didn't like that word...love. It was silly, a whimsical syllable that had no meaning and no place in his world.

Flat, blue eyes looked up at Sid, poor little Sid with his 'last puppy in the box' look.

"You pushed me," He looked taken aback, unable to fathom Johnny actually meaning him real harm.

"So what?" Johnny snapped, turning away.

"So that's not nice."

"Get over it."

Johnny closed his eyes, he could feel the bed sag as Sid clambered back up onto it and over to him. The boy wrapped his arms around Johnny, nosing against the nape of his neck.

"Stop it..." Johnny grumbled as Sid moved to kiss right where the sensitive gingery blonde strands began.

"Why did you get so mean to me?"

The question was childish, the answer obvious. But the desperation in Sid's voice was doing nothing to help Johnny keep his defenses safetly intact.

Johnny shook his head and turned to Sid, scowling half-heartedly.

"What are you trying to get out of this?"

The boy sat back, pouting.

"What makes you think-"

"Spare me" Johnny tugged him forward, "I know exactly what your after."

Sid gasped as the singer brushed his hands along his sides, moving down to his waist.

Anything to get away from the questions.

Anything to save Johnny's failing defenses.

"Tell me you want it," He growled, assuming the dominant role that Sid found so arousing.

"I want it," Sid whimpered mechanically, pressing his hands against Johnny's in a pleading manner.

"You want what? Tell me what, my little Sidney."

"I want you," Sid moved one hand up to tug dejectedly at Johnny's shirt.

"And what about that whore?" Johnny didn't give a fuck about her, he just wanted to hear Sid denounce her for sex with him.

"She'll never be as good as you," the praises were falling out of Sid's mouth, eager to place Johnny up on the altar and worship him like before.

Johnny placing a long finger under the boy's chin, tilting his head up so he could have access to his pouty lips.

"Such a good boy," he breathed, mouth brushing over Sid's with each word, "And a slutty one too."

Sid nodded eagerly and moved his head forward, instigating their first real kiss in...he couldn't even remember.

Johnny gave a predatory growl and immediately asserted himself, forcing the kiss back into Sid's mouth. Their tongues rubbed and frisked, taking in each other's tastes, reveling in the forgotten bliss of belonging to each other.

Sid gave in first. Pulling back and gasping for air, tongue poking out from between his bruised lips. While Johnny smirked and unbuckled Sid's pants, practically ripping the tight material from his body before he even had the chance to fully recover. Sid nodded and whimpered, tugging his shirt up over his head and turning his expectant gaze on Johnny. Wanting him to strip too.

"Impatient mutt," Johnny snickered, relinquishing his shirt, "Doesn't that woman do anything for you?"

Sid flinched at the mention of Nancy, but Johnny couldn't help himself. He hated the woman dearly, and needed to know he would always remain above her in Sid's eyes.

Exhaling deeply, Johnny moved his head down to plant kisses on Sid's flat stomach, licking a faint trail of blue that ran down his thigh, remenants of sweating in tight leather pants for to long. He slid back up to rest his cheek against Sid's chest, listening to the uneven heatbeat.

"I really want you to stay with me..." Johnny said, his voice becoming a quiet, like he was telling a secret that the walls simply weren't allowed to hear. He moved his hands down to undo his pants, his throbbing member exposed to lay against Sid's.

Sid whimpered at the contact and arched, his length swollen and aching.

Johnny sighed, realizing Sid didn't want him to bleed his broken heart onto the bedsheets. He simply wanted a distraction. He wanted Johnny to make him feel good so he could get on with his life until he went off to play with his precious Nancy.

Resent clawing it's way up his throat, Johnny gripped Sid and twisted him, presenting his pallid backside.

Eyes crawling over every inch of the skin beneath him, Johnny pulled Sid up by the hips and placing his length against the other's entrance.

Sid gasped and spread his knees wider, inviting Johnny forward.

Of course Johnny accepted the invitation without hesitation, pressing against Sid's back and forcing his way up into the boy's body.

"John-ny" Sid hissed, his body tensing around the intrusion.

"Sid-ney?" Johnny mocked, placing his hands against the other's ass and pushing him away, effectively pulling himself out as well.

Sid growled and moved back, "Fuck me!"

Johnny groaned, obeying Sid's demand, he ran his hands up to his hips and gripped them hard, telling the boy he was now entirely in control.

Whether Sid liked it or not.

Pulling out once more, Johnny slammed himself against Sid, sending him facedown into the sheets. The bassist cried out, stars blinking into existance behind his eyes.

"Again!" He moaned.

Johnny continued, his penetration hard and fast, each thrust hitting hard against Sid's prostate, making him scream into the pillow, the cries competing against the headboard banging against the wall. Making a delightfully perverse melody Johnny had all but forgotten.

"Sid..." Johnny snarled, feeling the other's opening tighten, fortelling that Sid was close, "Don't you dare..."

He moved one hand down and squeezed Sid's swollen shaft, causing the boy to sob.

"Johnny...not...ngh n-nice!" He gasped, pushing back to match the singer's thrusts, "Fu-uck!"

His nails dug painfully against his palms and Johnny hit his spot again. His erection jerked, dislodging the string of precum that had welled there.

Johnny merely grunted and pulled out. Sid made a protesting noise at the loss of contact as he was harshly forced onto his back, legs pulled up on Johnny's shoulders.

Johnny pressed his chest against Sid's, capturing his mouth in a rough, hungry kiss as they continued to fuck.

"Pretty Sidney," Johnny panted, his frenzied thrusts making it difficult to think, let alone speak, "Needy, slutty Sidney, I'm going to come in your tight ass. Want that?"

Sid tightened his legs around Johnny's waist, urging him close as the singer stiffened. Panting and gasping, his cock began to twitch and swell, releasing into Sid's burning passage.

Sid bucked, his own lust getting the better of him as he came. Splashing sticky white semen all over the both of them. Unhooking the other's legs from around him, Johnny pulled away. Having placated Sid, he wanted nothing more than to crawl off into his dark corner and return to silently despising everything that ever made contact with him.

"Don't go," Sid mumbled, watching Johnny beneath his lashes, "Stay with me."

Johnny looked away, refusing to be enchanted by the boy's lovely eyes again.

"I need to get this shit off me," he replied, feeling his beloved cold settle back into place.

Sid's face fell.

"You should clean off too, then we can go eat."

Johnny grabbed his shirt and retreated into the bathroom, locking the door behind him, ensuring Sid couldn't get near him.

-The End-


....Must I be so angst ridden!? GAH! -spectacular headdesk- I'm seriously doubting my slash writing skills...why must my porn writing suck!? Well there it was, the conclusion of my first Sex Pistols fanfiction, wohoo! I think I shall dedicate this to rottengrl solely because she's written like all the Sex Pistols slash on here, and it's awesome.