Extraho Olympus

Bottled!!

2009-11-30T03:25:39Z

I just want to say that now I intimately know why Axl flips out when people throw shit at the shows. I was at a club tonight and someone threw a bottle. It bounced off the wall and the edge of the bottom hit me right in the head. Rock on Axl, wish you were there to give the guy a good talking to.

The Bet, 2, Where Did My Clothes Go?

2009-11-29T02:11:38Z

TITLE; The Bet
CHARACTERS; Axl/Slash
RATING NC/17
WIP OR COMPLETE; 1/10
WARNINGS. the usual that comes along with a NC/17 story

DISCLAIMER; I don't own anything. None of this (EVER!!) happened. I'm just a poor student with an annual fee of £ 22 200 for my money-sucking university. Suing me wont do much good.

Summary; Slash made a bet with Duff. Slash doesn't know Axl knows. Bedding Axl didn't go quite as Slash planned.....

Where Did My Clothes Go? by Extraho

Slash gasped for air during the brief half a second he got before Axl pressed up against him, pressing him tight against the wall and started sucking his soul out through his mouth again. Slash squirmed, but found himself stuck. Stuck with an impressive erection pressing into his lower stomach, and another trying to rip through his jeans.

His eyes rolled and he moaned as Axl pushed against him. He couldn’t help it. When Duff told him to put his money where his mouth was, he hadn’t thought he’d actually be turned on. Hell, he wasn’t gay, Slash told himself smugly. He just needed this out of his system. To win this thing. He’d let the Axl have control a little while longer.

He whined as the hot body left his, letting the cold air seep into his clothes.

“C’mon.” Axl snapped and pulled him thought the hall and up the steps to the bedroom. Even his voice was darker Slash thought.

As they eventually reached the bedroom, Slash wasn’t quite sure as of where his clothes had gone. They were probably on the floor somewhere. Feeling Axl’s clothed chest against his own bare one, Slash growled slightly and decided to take control.

Axl found Slash’s attempts to over power him highly amusing. Axl didn’t bottom. He just didn’t. If he ever reached the point where he was willing to, it would be with someone he loved. He knew it was hypocritical of him, now preparing to pop a straight mans cherry in a meaningless fuck. Oh he knew Slash was a virgin, however odd it might sound.

Izzy had given him a call a few weeks ago, about a conversation his girlfriend had heard between the rockers. Apparently, Duff was tired of Slash’s yapping and told him to put his money where his mouth was.

So no, Axl hadn’t been surprised when Slash started coming onto him, seeking him out, and Axl had played along, much to Izzy’s astonishment.

“Do you want to get fucked by that guy?” he had asked, but he'd just rolled his eyes the second the words left his mouth. As the best buddy, he had suffered though walking in on Axl and some guy or girl in the oddest places. The first time he had been quite shocked. It wasn’t every day you turned a corner, glanced around yourself and saw your jock hunted best friend fucking a paparazzi up against a brick wall.

Apparently the guy had taunted Axl about how he was gay and loved taking it up the ass. He had lifted the guy- late teens, but otherwise not so big and burly – clean off his feet, wrapped his legs around his waist and fucked him clean through the wall. How's that for 'bad boy' image?

Naturally the guy had wanted to see him again – apologising profusely - but Axl didn’t date. He fucked. The guy had agreed. Anyways, Axl wasn’t adverse to popping cherries in the oddest places. Being a rock star gave him opportunities to develop his…skills…to a further degree than most.

He pushed Slash back on the bed, laying himself heavily on top of him and grinded his hips for good measure. He smirked as he heard the strangled gasp and felt the tugging on his shirt. He let the tee get pulled off before he unbuckled the belt and ripped open the buttons of Slash’s jeans. Pulling back, he swept them off in a practiced movement, along with the boxers, leaving the man naked and panting on his bed. His smirk widened as he saw Slash’s astonished expression, then he pounced.

~*~

Axcelice/Axl/Apollo art spam

2009-11-04T16:15:19Z

Now, as you know Screamer06 is writing a story called Paradise City - if you haven't read it, do - and asked me if I could do a drawing of Axcelice. As it were, I decided to do a paining instead. IF you don't know who Axcelice is, just think......Apollo the sun god.... or something like that. It was so much fun painting this. The photo is really crap, so you can't see all the details, but I hope you lie it anyways....the funny thing is, I painted it in gold and bronze (face and the hair and all that) so his expression changes with the angles of the light!!!

what do you think?

The Bet, 1, He's A Good Kisser

2009-11-03T17:35:25Z

Had Slash been surprised when he knocked on Axl's hotel room door, and actually found the man at the other side? He was actually there. It had taken a few seconds to realise that the man with broad shoulders, slim hips, long limbs covered in compacts and wiry muscle, looking like he was ready to pounce like a panther any second, was in fact the guy he'd seen wearing fucking massive football jerseys lately just a few months ago.

  The braids were pulled back, as always. There was no make-up on his face, not even a trace of it. He was wearing a simple white cotton tee, a pair of aviators hanging in the collar, a pair of fitted faded jeans, completely regular puma snickers and a nike cap worn backwards to keep his hair out of his face. He even had a stubble on is chin.

He looked like he always had.

Slash hadn't even thought about what Axl looked like off stage anymore.

It was safe to say that no, he wasn’t surprised at all; he was shell-shocked. The display of ‘normal’ was…unsettling. The forty-five year old looked.....not forty-five.

There wasn't a trace of femininity to him anymore. Not like there had been when they were younger. 100 % male. Actually, make that a 120% as he found himself pulled inside and slammed up against the wall just inside the door. When the fuck did Axl get taller than him?   He made a sound of surprise as Axl claimed his lips.

He'd never really thought about what Axl kissed like. He'd seen nothing but soft pecks between him and his various girlfriends. He’d thought he’d tuck away his tongue submissively, but he’d kissed with a fire that made Slash's belly tingle.   Slash tried to push back against the him, but found himself trapped against the wall by a surprisingly rock hard body. How strong was he really?

Fuck! Did he just whimper?

Slash tried to take control of the kiss, but only achieved pulling a snarl from the older man, shortly before being devoured alive.

A Slashed Rose ch 36

2009-10-30T10:38:57Z

upcoming story + quick rant

2009-10-21T11:51:57Z

hey, I'm writing a story, just a quick handful of chapters to cheer us all up while im busting my ass trying to figure out what to do with A Slashed Rose, if you remember, it was quite the cliffhanger the last time and now im a bit lost. so this is to get me going again. Now...

QUESTION; do you want Slash or Axl to top? It's set in modern day.......Yes, it's gonna have some smut in it. Everyone knows im a nympho anyways...

And are you excited about the new tour? I wonder if he's stil got those braids....*wonders* I mean, he hasn't stuck the tip of his nose out in public since 07 and that's nearly three years now!!! BU ti really hoe their 'world tour' extends to Britain as well, or at least close mainland, I can work with that. I'm looking forward to the first concert reviews though. Im hoping ot god it will be a kick ass tour - both for his sake and ours.

Our sake because we need a kick ass show, a few new rants and tantrums to keep us warm and amused during the cold cold winter. His sake cause he needs to shape up AND On the other front, you've probably heard Slash has added Maroon 5 and the chick from Pussycat Dolls to his set list.....I don't even have anything to say about that........then again, some dude doing classical music was pulled in to do the one with MAroon 5 on it, and he said the solo was 'kick ass'.....AFTER he saw the black scull and cross bones with a topshat decorated guitar picks all over the desk and the couch..... funny how a name can change your opinion about something isn't it. But im not gonna write it off until i've heard it.....but PUSSYCAT DOLLS? wasn't Fergie bad enough?

A Slashed Rose ch 35

2009-09-29T09:24:21Z

TITLE; A Slashed Rose
CHARACTERS; Everyone, Axl/Slash,
RATING NC/17
WIP OR COMPLETE; WIP
WARNINGS. fighting, violence, mention of rape and a close call, blood, crying and babies. Also, a severe fuck up of facts and timelines; all in the hard work of giving you an entertaining story. Hope you'll forgive me. I hate to say it, cause it ruins the surprise, but mpreg as well,,,,,,,
DISCLAIMER; I don't own anything. None of this (EVER!!) happened. I'm just a poor student with an annual fee of £ 22 200 for my money-sucking university. Suing me wont do much good.

Summary; Axl already has the memories and traumas of childhood abuse, the enormous success and an impossible crush to deal with when a broken heart, declining health and tough as hell tour is added to the mix. When will the rest of the GNR crew realise that Axl Rose, although it may not seem it, is just as human as they are?

A/N; alright, I'm back in the game...except those idiots at the apple store put in a Norwegian keyboard instead of an English one, so now all my sings and commas and shit - along with a couple of letters - are in other places than what it says on they keys. F* sucks!!!, so don't kill me for any type-o's in the future. I'm writing in the darkness here....I'M gonna have it fixed when i go back to London.....

"Dude!" Kurt said to James, "Look at this!" he said and held up a sheet of paper. This was the first show that everyone was sharing a band room at the stadium. Usually the bands got one each, but they were doing some sort of rebuilding in the stadium wardrobes, so they had to share. Luckily it was quite big.

The Metallica singer looked up from his magazine with a bored expression, "What?" he asked.

"It's the Guns N' Roses list for food they want - holy crap Axl's is so fucking long...." Kurt wrinkled his nose, "He's like a health freak."

James cocked a brow and leaned over and grabbed the list. Reading it, he started laughing, "He actually eats this shit?" he asked and grabbed a piece of cold pizza, "What a pansy..." James hadn't ever really liked Axl. He's always thought of him as a hot headed pain in the ass, even when they all lived and played on the strip.

"Who's a pansy?" Dave asked as he entered the room, drumsticks in hand.

Metallica knew the Guns form their days on the strip, but during the weeks Metallica and Nirvana had toured together before joining Guns N' Roses a few weeks back, they had become pretty tight. It had been like watching a war zone unfold at first though, because the rockers couldn't be more different. Though, in the past three weeks, they hadn't really gotten along with the GNR crew. Well, most of them were alright, but it annoyed them that Axl never went out to drink and party with them - except for that one time that first night. It was like he thought he was better than them.

He was nice enough when he actually spoke with them, but so far he'd only done it a handful of times. In their minds they little redhead was one arrogant little fucker. The rest of the guys were pretty cool, but they all had Axl's back something fierce, especially Slash. That wasn't even funny.

You seriously didn't talk trash about Axl anywhere near Slash. They had actually been told by the GNR crew that they should cool down on their Axl-bashing in front of the guitarist - or anyone from the GNR crew for that matter - because the last guy who got real mean with the redhead, Slash put in the hospital with a dislocated jaw and more than his share of shattered ribs. That had made the papers for several weeks.

"Axl Rose."

Dave cocked a brow, "How is that new?" he joked, "I thought he was a girl first time I met him....Courtney has more chest hair than that guy."

Kurt threw the balled up list at him, "Don't pull my wife into this man."

Dave just flipped him off as he grabbed the list. Reading it, he grinned and shook his head.

"We've got to fuck it up!" James exclaimed. Just as the words were out of his mouth, a lady came in with a trolley filled up with food. Or rather, it was filled up with pizza boxes, and then some other boxes. It had a few bottles of vodka and a Jack Daniels which had been written 'Slash' on it with a red marker, two bottles of orange juice, one that was labelled 'Axl' in the same red marker along with a plastic bowl.

Kurt opened the bottle, "Urgh, it's not sugared," he made a face, "How the hell does he get this stuff down?"

James handed him the newly opened bottle of vodka, "Spike it," he said and opened a box with Axl's name on it, " chicken - fucking -salad with....sour cream?" he made a face, and grabbed the pizza dressing. He emptied the sour cream in the bin and filled the tiny box with pizza dressing.

Dave glanced at them warily, "Guy's, maybe you shouldn't mess with his drink man. There could be a reason he's not drinking - I heard someone saying he's been sick -"

Kurt just rolled his eyes and gulped down some of the juice, his stomach rolling at the unfamiliar taste of the unsweetened drink, and refilled it with vodka.

"Don't be such a pussy Dave," James said. He had only just closed the box and sat down when Duff came crashing through the door, laughing hysterically. Izzy followed with Axl on his back. Steve and Slash were dancing in circles, singing some song they knew from when they were kids.

"Put me down!" Axl screeched, his long red hair flying everywhere.

"Nope!" Izzy replied and ran around the room, making Axl laugh and yell for help.

"You're gonna drop me you idiot!" he whined.

"You a lighter than a feather -" Izzy laughed and jumped up on the couch. He chuckled as Axl clung to him, like he actually was terrified of being dropped. Just for kicks he started spinning.

"Oh my god." Axl moaned.

Slash jumped over the couch, ignoring Kurt who was sitting on it, and easily plucked Axl off of Izzy's back, making the guitarist whine, "But I was having so much fun!"

"Wouldn't have been fun if I puked down your neck." Axl said dryly. He looked up at Slash, "You can put me down y'know."

Slash made a thinking face, "Naaah....Izzy's right. You're a feather."

Axl wiggled and twisted before he just whined, "Slaaash!!! You big brute of a cave-man-fucker. Put me the fuck down!"

"Ooooh! Kitty's got claws," Dave teased. Kurt laughed and took a swig of the vodka to wash out the taste of the orange juice.

Slash sat down on the couch, letting Axl crawl off of him, pushing his hair out of his face and pulled the tray their way, "God I'm starving."

"Pizza!" Steve exclaimed, "You have my deepest sympathies Axe. Seriously, I couldn't live on that stuff you do."

"It's not so bad." Slash said.

Steve rolled his eyes, "Oh yea, forgot about supportive boyfriend over there - hey!" he laughed as Slash slapped him upside the head.

"You're so high." Izzy chuckled and rolled his eyes as he attacked the pizza with both hands.

Axl opened his salad and immediately wrinkled his nose and exclaimed a very childish, "Eeew,"

For some reason all Guns activity halted in alarm, making all Metallica and Nirvana activity halter in peaked curiosity.

Axl glanced warily up at them, "Why are you all staring at me? I got something in my face or what?" he asked.

"Is there something wrong with your food?" Duff asked, concerned.

"They put olives in it." Axl said with a scowl, "But seriously, stop staring. It's freaking me out."

"What's wrong with olives?" Steve asked.

"Axe don't like olives." Slash said between bites. He grabbed Axl's fork and stabbed the olives sprinkled on top, ate them and handed it back. Axl made a sound of grateful appreciation and nibbled a piece of chicken.

Kurt and James traded a disgusted glance, not liking the way everyone seemed to respond to the redheads every whim.

Warren entered the wardrobe with the set lists on them, "Okay boys -" he short an unhappy look at Slash and Axl, who were sitting too close for his taste. Wall had given him rather frequent updates, confirming Warrens fear that the singer and guitarist were indeed serious about this...thing. "Nirvana goes on stage first. You have about forty-five minutes. Metallica, goes on second, forty five minutes, and then it's the Guns in an hour and a half. You play two hours plus, got it? Can you manage that Axl?" He asked, only too aware of his lead singers declining health.

Axl looked up from his salad and nodded, "Yep," he took a sip of his orange juice and frowned at the odd taste, but just shrugged and took another.

"You're sure?"

"I'm feeling fine."

"You haven't been drinking or taking any other shit?"

Dave glared at James and Kurt, who traded wary glances.

"Stone cold sober."

"You haven't thrown up any?"

"Not for the past few hours."

Warren sighed, "Okay. We should be on schedule then," he said and jotted down a few notes before he left the dressing room.

~*~

Slash couldn't be more pleased. Axl was setting the stage on fire with his performance. The crowds was so wild the stage was shaking. He threw a mental flip of in Cobain's direction saying 'this is why we put up with Axl'. That wasn't quite true anymore though. He'd go to the end of the world for the redhead no matter how great his performance was.

"Oh my God," Axl whispered into the microphone as he sat down on his knees. The entire crowd was putting their ears on end to hear what he was saying over all the noise, "You fuckers make our stage shake!" he chuckled, "Okay, well, you all know this song! Please feel free to sing along," he said and stood up, wiping his brow, "Slash, if you would be ever so kind..."

Slash complied and started playing the intro to Sweet Child Of Mine.

Axl swayed with the music, feeling the bass pound into his body.

"She's got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories. Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky. Now and then when I see her face, it takes me away to that special place, and if I stare to long, I'll probably break down and cry."

~*~

"Fuck Kurt, you can say what you want about the guy, but he can carry a show." Kirst said, earning a scowl from the blond.

"Fuck off man. He's still a pansy - they should be Guns N' Pansies," he snapped, "Especially with the way he's rubbing up against Slash's back like that. Faggot."

Kurts comment efficiently deprived the band room of any good cheer it had, something which earned him a nasty scowl form Kirst.

Dave wasn't exactly happy about about the newly arrived tension in the room either. "Man, can't you just shut up for once," the drummer sighed.

"Just look at that!" Kurt snapped back and pointed at the screen.

~*~

Slash was very thankful for his guitar as Axl rubbed against his back. Ha, Slash thought, if he wanted to play dirty, so could he. With a smooth move without missing a single note, he spun around and lifted the neck of his guitar over Axl's head, trapping the singer between himself and the guitar.

Axl yelped as he suddenly was trapped by Slash. He felt Slash rock hard against him, and couldn't keep the blush off his face as he sang, "She got eyes of the blues skies and if they thought of rain, I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain." Axl sighed and leaned back, letting Slash take his weight. Oh what the hell, he was strong enough, "Her hair reminds me of the one safe place where as a child I'd hide, and pray for the thunder to quiet and pass me by - you gonna let me go man?" he asked.

Slash just grinned and pressed his hips against the singer, "Nope."

"Oh," Axl moaned, taken off guard, but covered it nicely with the lyrics, "Oh, oh, sweet child o' mine. Oh, oh, oh, oh, sweet love of mine." Slash started to play a short solo, swaying the way he used to, and Axl swayed along, seemingly not wanting to fuck up the solo. "Oh, oh, oh, ohooo, sweet child o' mine. Wow, oh, oh ohoo sweet love of mine. Wow, oh, oh , oho, sweet child o' mine! oh yeah hey oh, oh, oh sweet love of mine...."

Slash ripped into the solo before the singer managed to move.

Duff laughed as the cameras zoomed in on them. Axl looked much smaller than he usually did standing directly in front of the guitarist, who was distinctly bigger than the redhead. He had to get credit though for being able to follow Slash's every step and and move flawlessly. "Where do we go now? Where do we go?" Axl glanced over his shoulder, looking questioningly at his boyfriend, "Oh where do we go, sweet child, where do we go. Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay , Where do we go now? Where do we go now? Oh oh..."

Slash spun them around, almost lifting Axl off the ground, "No no no no no no noooo!" Axl laughed and held on to Slash's arms. Slash leaned forward, and together they sang the last line "Sweet child of mine!"

As the song ended, Slash let him go.

"Oh Slash, you evil fucker!" Axl gasped and staggered away from him and out on the podium, "Just because you're bigger than me don't mean you can just fling me around like a rag doll!"

Slash just laughed.

Axl gaped in mock offence and turned to the crowd, "Would you look at that! The bastard is laughing at me!" Some people in the audience gave some cat calls and pearls of laughter, "Oh so you liked that did you? Did it turn you on to see him manhandle me like that?" Axl asked, peering at them, "Don't you believe for a second I don't know about that fanfiction stuff you write - horny fuckers you are!" he said in mock seriousness, then he laughed, "It's pretty entertaining actually...."

He stopped to think, "About that....I've wondered about which of our songs that match the philosophy of fanfiction, since we're obviously so popular - I was thinking Anything Goes. What do you think?"

The crowd cheered and Axl nodded, "Okay then...." he ran up on the podium at the back of the stage, watching out on the massive crowd, "I've been thinking about, thinking about sex. I was hungry for something that I haven't had yet. Now baby baby you've got something to lose. Well I got something, I got something for you! My way, your way anything goes tonight! My way, your way anything goes to - Baby..."

Axl gasped as his head swam for a second, "Doing that ...with the push and squeeze..." He took an uneasy step as his vision darkened, Duff, Slash and Izzy becoming nothing but blurred figured down on the stage. "Tied up, tied down, up against the wa....oh shit..." he bent over and supported himself on his knees, trying to get blood to his head.

It didn't work.

~*~

Interview.....

2009-09-21T10:23:31Z

so this is an interview from 1992. why am i posting it? well, I read through it for old times sake, and guess what!!!! Alx had swine flu back in the day, way before it became popular - in a matter of speaking. So that's encouraging at least. Our redhead suvived this thing way before they had special vaccines and everything. And itæs got some other interesting things al well.

Anyone red Ron Thal's latest interview?

Guns N' Roses From The Inside An exclusive report by Lonn M. Friend
RIP March 1992

"Be it a song or a casual conversation/To hold my tongue speaks of quiet reservations/Your words once heard/They can place you in a faction/ My words may disturb/But at least there's a reaction."
- "Don't Damn Me"

Two minutes after the last, grand strains of "Paradise City" echo through San Francisco's Shoreline Amphitheater, penetrating the brain cavities of 20,000 satiated GN'R faithful, Axl Rose sits himself down next me at a small table in the backstage hospitality area. Covered in sweat, his eyes still ablaze from the performance, Axl looks like his skin is going to explode off his body. His onstage aura fades away after just a few moments, leaving the more-human substance behind; the Axl I've been able to talk lucidly and intelligently with for almost five years. the transformation is fascinating to watch. Out there, he's a screeching, tumbling, rock 'n' roll marathoner, pushing his physical being to the limit and orchestrating his band like Leonard Bernstein on crystal meth. Back here, after a quick wind-down, he's Axl Rose, the person, settling in to rap with an old friend.

"This is crazy, isn't it?" he says, swigging from an Evian bottle, "I mean, three f?!king months on the road - with no record! It's nuts. I sat in my hotel room all day today, looking at a pile of faxes and papers, a million things that needed my attention. And I don't know, something just came over me. I took my Halliburton briefcase and smashed every light fixture in the room with it. Sometimes I don't know what's real anymore, and what isn't."

"You know what, Ax," I respond, "where you are right now - in your career, in your life, in your whatever this mega-thing is - the only time you're in complete sync with total reality is when you're taking a shit."

With a sardonic smile, he answers, "Yeah, ain't it tragic. How the f?!k did I get so f?!king important?"

"You're the messiah, dude," I say. "The rock messiah. Guns N' Roses saved rock 'n' roll. And what happens to messiahs? Crucifixion! Ain't it a bitch?"

"F?!k."

The public perception of Axl Rose and Guns N' Roses would take volumes to explain. they are so massively well-known around the world, it stands to reason that for every million fans they've gathered, they've attracted a million critics. On the backs of their record-breaking debut LP, Appetite for Destruction, the controversial EP, Lies, and the historic double-release of Use Your Illusion I and II, the Gunners have won the hearts, minds, souls and ears of rock fans across the globe. Of course, along with the success has come the scrutiny of an often jealous and bitter press, which has gone out of its way to exploit the GN'R phenomena. When the band finally put its foot down, refusing to play the game any longer, the resultant backlash of negative opinion from the legitimate and metal media was astounding. I began to realize then that, purely and simply, these news-hounds and gossip-mongers just didn't get it. And why not? Ah, sit quietly, my children, and ye shall find the answer.

"Nobody understands quite why we're here/We're searching for answers that never appear."

- "Dead Horse"

The thing about me and Axl is, both of us have no real life outside of this band," says Slash. "All I do is play guitar. My life is completely devoted to my own personal career and Guns N' Roses. So, like, Axl might seem like a pain in the ass to everybody involved, but at the same time. he's as dedicated to it as I am - even more so in many ways. He cares about a lot of things I don't even think about, because I'm sort of just a rock guitar player... book the gig and play it! Me and Axl have gotten really close lately, talking about this whole Guns N' Roses trip and what this band is capable of doing, and about making a few statements as far as what we're about, because we're getting sick of having other people tell us what we're supposed to be about. That really pisses me off. Rock musicians, like the guys in this band anyway, are all such f?!king sensitive and volative individuals. That's where the drug problems have come from. It's escaping reality, in a sense, to try and be happy within the confines of your career. People love the fact that we're the way we are - you know, not necessarily normal. They love that fact, because they can live vicariously through us. They don't have to have their own drug problems; they can watch ours!"

When Slash talks about being happy within the confines of your career, he is alluding to Izzy Stradlin. For months after the band ended the first leg of their Get In The Ring tour last August 31st at London's Wembley Stadium, things were not right with Izzy and the band. I was at Wembley and saw how frustrated and tired he was. But now, we come to the theme of this article - perception and reality: The press had a field day with the rumours surrounding Izzy's departure from Guns. One pathetic metal rag even accused Axl of forcing his longtime friend and fellow Indiana native out of band. This was not the case. Hear the truth:

"Izzy resigned from Guns on November 7, 1991, because his heart wasn't in it," explains Slash. "He's just not interested anymore. It was one of those things where he just didn't want to tour again. Izzy's been keeping himself more or less clean for quite a while now, and the chaos of being on the road, especially with the rest of us driving him crazy, he just couldn't deal with it. He's been 110% sober for the past two years, and even though I'm not shooting up or anything anymore. I'm still a nutcase when it comes to extracurricular activities. He tried to come back though. He came to a couple rehearsals, but he really wasn't there. He didn't care. His heart wasn't in it. Izzy's still gonna write with us, and he might make a few special appearances on the road, but he's no longer a touring member of the band. As for me, personally, I'd rather Izzy be happy. And this is what he wants." [Again contrary to rumor, at press time Guns were still looking for a touring guitarist. Dave Navarro, ex- of Jane's Addiction, was out of the running.]

"But I can't stop thinking 'bout doin' it one more time."

- "Bad Obsession"

The night Izzy resigned from Guns, he had a meeting with Axl, Slash and manager Doug Goldstein. There was no fight, no shouting, no lawsuits. It was an amicable parting of the ways between friends who made musical history together - and may do so again someday. A far cry from the departure of former drummer Steven Adler, which was clouded by all of the above. Again, perception and reality. Slash talks about Steven now - for the first time since Adler filed his infamous legal action against the band last year - because he wants to set some things straight.

"We turned him onto drugs? My f?!king ass!" Slash say about Adler's allegation. "That's so pathetic. Steven is scared to death of me. If he sees me in public, he just turns into a grovelling heap of defeatism. He just doesn't know what to say. He mumbles. I ask him a straightforward question, 'What's your motivation behind this?"' and he doesn't know what to say. Until now I haven't said a word about Steven to the press. I haven't attacked him; I haven't insulted him. I felt sorry for him. I didn't want to hurt him. We gave him a year to get his shit together. He couldn't play any of the new shit anyway. It got to a point where the material was way beyond him. I can't believe this little f?!ker. I read the shit he said about us in Circus. By the way, f?!k that magazine. If any rag has ever gotten off on sensationalism, it's that magazine. And I don't regret what Axl said on 'Get in the Ring,' because that's got to be one of the most exploitative publications out there. Anyway, back to Steven. He said in that article he's sober now, but every time I've seen him, he's been wasted. I don't know what he's wasted on; I don't even care. I lost all concern and feeling for the guy. And I know a drug lie when I see one. We couldn't get any work done at Rumbo [the original studio where the band started work on Use Your Illusion three years ago]. He cost us a fortune. We had to edit the drum track to 'Civil War' just so we could play to it."

Slash stops for a moment to collect his thoughts. The subject of Adler is a sensitive one for him, not only because of the lawsuit, but because the two go way back to the very beginning together. There was a bond, and that bond has been shattered. The bitterness runs deep.

"At Rumbo, Steven would nod out to the point where he would be on a stool, but his head would be touching the floor. He'd say, 'I'm tired. I'm sleepy,' and he couldn't play. That was basically it. We gave him so many chances to turn around. We took him to Indiana, to play Farm Aid, and he jumps on the drum riser and almost breaks his f?!king neck. Look, Steven was a part of what made Guns N' Roses happen. He had a great energy. He wasn't an insanely great drummer, but he had tons of attitude. When the sex and drugs and the whole bit started to get out of hand, he went right along with it. But there's a certain time when you really have to control your life. I'm not preaching - I'm in no position to preach - but you must be aware of your own existence and take care of your own business. You just can't be loaded all the time and expect everything to be okay. Trust me, I know. As far as the rest of us, we bounced back, we straightened up. Steven never did. We always told each other when it was getting real bad. Everybody was there for the individual who needed help. That's how we're survived as a band. But Steven would never cop to anything, as far as telling us how bad it was. And now he's suing us. Thank you very much."

"But now the damage's done/And we're back out on the run/Funny how ev'rything was roses/When we held on to the guns/Just because you're winnin'/Don't mean you're the lucky ones."

- "Breakdown"

In the middle of the tumultuous break between the Wembley show and the start of the second leg of the tour last month, another member of GN'R needed the help that Slash spoke of above. What did Slash say? "We always told each other when it was getting real bad?" Well, late last October bassist Duff McKagan got bad. Long, lanky, lovable Duff was drinking too much, and his health was suffering. Anyone who knows Duff knows he looks strange anytime of the day or night without a vodka-and-cranberry in his hand. He loves the juice, but it was startin' to take its toll, and Duff was instructed by his doctor to lay off. And that's exactly what he did. Now in his third month of sobriety, Duff says, "I want to go a year, but it's gonna be tough." Duff knows, however, that the difficulty of his task will be made easier because of a couple of factors - he has the unyielding support of his bandmates, and he's in the midst of a solo project.

"It's basically something I wanted to do since I started playing guitar," explains the blond Seattle-ite. "We had some down time last spring, before we hit the road, so me and [producer/engineer] Jim Mitchell started cutting tracks. I play drums, bass and rhythm guitars. Slash plays some lead, I play some lead and Snake [Dave Sabo, from Skid Row] plays some lead. Sebastian [Bach] sings one song. It's working out very cool. We're recording it here and there, no big rush. The working title of the record is Believe in Me. It's different from a Guns N' Roses record, because it's stuff that I've written all on my own, a lot of times when I was alone. There's a lot of heavy Duff-isms.

"This is something I've always wanted to do," he continues. "And it's not to differentiate myself from Guns N' Roses. I've wanted to do this since before Guns, but now I have the opportunity and the resources. Hey, I'm not trying to depart from GN'R - everyone knows that - it's just my own little trip. You know, I've been touring since I was 15, and I'm 27 now. The time is right."

"The fire is burnin', and it's out of control/It's not a problem you can stop/It's rock 'n' roll."

- "Garden of Eden"

We were backstage, watching cops on stretchers all bloody and shit, and it was like, 'F?!k! How could this be happening?'" recalls a pensive Slash about that fateful night last summer in St. Louis, Missouri, when the crowd lost control. "I was so scared somebody was going to die. It was completely out of hand. This guy was shooting pictures the whole show. He'd been doing it, and probably having a good laugh. I saw Axl tell the security guard, 'Stop that f?!kin' guy!' and the security's watching the band. So Axl went in, and that's when it started. We wanted to go on again. I know there's a certain amount of blame that can be put on us, because if you don't know us, you might say, 'Well, you could've done something to keep it together.' But from our point of view, it all happened so fast, we didn't know what the f?!k was going on. The kids had a field day. I lost all my amps, my guitar tech got a bottle in the head, someone got knifed, our stage and video equipment and Axl's piano were trashed. I don't know. It was a fluke. It shouldn't have happened... but it did."

Guns N' Roses took a lot of heat after the St. Louis debacle. It was instantly fashionable to blame Axl for the riot, but after examining the situation from both sides and talking to people who were there, I think that conclusion may be flawed. A riot is an irrational group action often ignited by more that one spark. Inadequate security, the fervor of the GN'R-hyped crowd (the band had been playing for 90 minutes prior to the incident), Axl's stagedive, the band's inability to retake the stage... it all contributed to the tragic result. Slash tries to put it in perspective.

"I know that there were a few hundred bad eggs in a crowd of 18,000, and one of those bad eggs is probably having a good laugh right now, sitting on one of my Marshall cabinets. I know a lot of people were hurt, but a lot of our people were hurt too. It goes both ways. I'm not trying to sound like an asshole. I feel bad for what happened, but I can't just say it was our fault. And I won't blame the kids of St. Louis, either. It just happened. I'm not putting the rap on anybody."

"Bullshit and contemplation/Gossip's their trade/If they knew half the real truth/What would they say/Well I'm past the point of concern/ It's time to play."

- "14 Years"

I've had a mutated form of polio, a mutated form of rubelia, the swine flu, scarlet fever, and strep throat in my heart."

I sit slack-jawed on a dressing-room sofa in Washington, D.C., as Axl lists some of his past and present health problems. No wonder things don't always run like clockwork on the GN'R concert trail!

"It's mostly respiratory stuff," he continues. "Air conditioners in hotels circulate the same air, and on the plane everyone's breathing the same air. So if anyone's got anything, my tonsils grab it. I'm chronic like that. That's one of the reasons I've never liked touring. My resistance is low in my tonsils. I also found out it is supposedly some kind of mental thing having to do with me punishing myself for expressing myself. For 20 years of my life I was beaten by my parents for expressing myself, so part of me believes I should be punished for that expression. I do this by lowering my own resistance. Turn that around, and there you have it - self punishment. Other than that, I'm pretty healthy."

Axl's physical and mental eccentricities explain his occasional forays into arrogant. Perception and reality... part III.

This artist does not get up onstage and sing to a tape machine. He pushes his vocal ability each and every night to excruciating limits. He does it because he has to. Axl Rose cannot give a half-assed performance. Hence, if his throat or voice are not ready for the show, the show doesn't go on. Some nights when I was out on the road with Guns, Axl was at the gig, rearing to go at 7:00 in the evening. Other nights, it was well past midnight. The motivation was not to f?!k with the crowd, his bandmembers, the promoter or anyone else. Axl simply cannot get onstage until he's prepared. End of story.

That's no excuse for those who've been bitten by his tardiness or angst-inspired verbal tirades. My perspective, whether or not it helps to ease the bitterness you may harbor toward Axl for whatever reason, comes from being the only metalmag insider this band had ever opened its beastly belly to. I've been there, so I have the ammunition to comment. Ninety-nine percent of the crap spewed forth that is critical of Axl and Guns comes from the clueless metal press the band has chosen to ignore. Theses "journalists," stung by their lack of access, choose to take the vindictive route and attack rather than seek explanations. Then again, you may ask, how can these other mags be objective and offer substance if Guns N' Roses won't talk to 'em? Well, perhaps they should have thought of that before prostituting the band year after year with rampant rumor-mongering, blatant falsehoods, constant reprintings of ancient interviews and photos and overall just plain riding the GN'R gravy train until there wasn't a legitimate drop left.

One night Axl called me at home because he was upset about something he'd read in Kerrang! According to Axl, the journalist completely missed the boat in reviewing the band's performance at Rock In Rio. "We were on the second night," Axl told me. "Why didn't he see that?" Later investigation revealed that the writer missed the show entirely, because certain personnel around GN'R wouldn't give him a decent place to watch the concert from. Our conversation rambled on about the press, and I was forced to ask Axl why it really mattered. Why should a sentence in a British metal rag matter to the lead singer of the biggest rock band in the world?

"I just care," he answered with conviction. "I don't know why; I just do."

In the coming months Guns N' Roses will be touring America and Japan and making videos for "Live and Let Die," "November Rain" and other tracks from the remarkable Use Your Illusion discs. Axl wants to experiment with music, film and video, and produce clips that will no doubt redefine the genre for the MTV generation. The band plans to release a home video on the St. Louis concert, containing never-before-seen footage of the actual riot, a compilation of all their video clips to date, and a documentary detailing the making of their eerie video, "Don't Cry," that according to my sources, will answer all the questions about the clip and what it all means. So, for Axl, Slash, Duff, drummer Matt Sorum and keyboardist Dizzy Reed, the future looks intriguing. As for me, I'll be out there, reporting it truthfully, because that's the way it's always been around here. You see, we care. We don't know why; we just do.

A Slashed Rose ch 34

2009-09-10T08:43:43Z

Alphas ch 10

2009-09-10T08:40:26Z

TITLE; Alphas
CHARACTERS; Harry Potter/Fenrir Greyback
RATING NC/17
WIP OR COMPLETE; WIP
WARNINGS. fighting, violence, blood, crying and babies. Also, a severe fuck up of facts and timelines; all in the hard work of giving you an entertaining story. Hope you'll forgive me.
DISCLAIMER; I don't own anything. None of this (EVER!!) happened. I'm just a poor student with an annual fee of £ 22 200 for my money-sucking university. Suing me wont do much good.

Summary;Harry is not who everyone thinks him to be, but no one really is though- After a boxing match he meets someone who wont change the course of his destiny, but definitely how fast he'll get there.

Just outside the entrance of the cave Silverrage was fuming with rage. How dare he? How fucking dared he come and take what was rightfully his? Silverrage had spent the last moth with the Dark Lords armies. He was sent there because at the time Greyback was apparently not well. Only later had it been discovered that he was indeed carrying, therefore he did not know of his newly mated stature. He was himself a dominant wolf, but for Fenrir he would gladly be submissive.

Tired of waiting he retreated to the other side of the camp to finds something to eat, but sat down on a spot where he could se the entrance clearly.

When the newlyweds finally made their way out of their nest they walked closely together with their hands entwined. The stranger was slightly larger than Fenrir, which was strange for a Sub, but he was young and probably not of any experience to speak of. This would be easy. Silverrage stood up and marched across the camp. The couple was talking to Elder and Ariana now. Both of the women were fussing over the stranger and practically petting him. His anger reached new height as they began to laugh.

~*~

Harry laughed when Elder told him how Fenrir reacted when she told him he was carrying.

“I never thought you’d be the kind to faint, love.”

“Never thought I was the kind to let myself be taken in an alley either.” He grumbled “Guess I’m learning new things about my self.” He tried to act offended but sorely failed when Harry ghosted his fingers across him ribs.

“ Changed my mind. You have a dangerous likeness to your mother.”

“Suppose you’re right. Dad said the same thing.” Harry laughed.

“You!!” sounded an unfamiliar voice behind them. “I challenge you!” Harry turned to the raging man with a quirked brow.

“Are you talking to me?”

“Who else?”

“As I’m not familiar with your traditions, would it be rude of me to tell you to fuck off?” Harry snapped. He was not about to get into a fight on his first visit.

“Yes.” Both females said. Harry sighed. If he was going to do this, at least he wanted to know which rule he broke.

“Fine. I accept the challenge, but I want to know why you are challenging me.” The challenging wolf’s eyes drifted to Fenrir, before they snapped back up on the strange wolf. Realisation hit Harry as he followed his eyes. He wanted Fenrir. He wanted his mate. Well, that was not going to happen, ever.

“I’m Silverrage. I would like to know who I am tearing apart for my prize.” Fenrir made a noise of protest in the back of his throat. He was not a fucking prize to be handed over. Harry decided that this would be a good time to set his real name to the test of it’s power.

“Logan Malfoy Lestrange.” Harry growled as he advanced on the other wolf. Silverrage’s eyes widened slightly, but hid his shock well. At that point Harry pulled his hair away from his face to reveal a lightning bolt scar.

“But you can call me Harry Potter. Your conditions?” Harry Potter? If he could kill him, surely the Dark Lord would reward him greatly.

“To the death.” The smiles disappeared from the two women’s faces.

“To the death.” Harry answered. They walked to the small clearing. The pack had gathered around them and was placing bets. Fenrir was the only one not in a good mood about this. He knew his mate was strong, stronger than him, but he was very young, and Silverrage had fought in the previous war and was older and more experienced than them both. Harry sensed his mate’s worry and decided then and there to make his suffering swift.

To fight this wolf, he would have to become Logan. Become him like he did whenever he fought a fight or bedded a woman or a man. Whenever he faced adversary, his enemy faced Logan Malfoy Lestrange, not Harry Potter. Potter was a pawn, not a warrior, not him, but a mask to present to the world. Logan was ‘he’.

His true self; a warrior, a husband and a father to be.

The two men circled each other, waiting for the other to attack. As Harry expected Silverrages anger drove him to loose his cool. Silverrage drove at him in a blinding speed. Logan could feel the crowd around him hold their breath in anticipation, and gasp in bewilderment when he didn’t move from the older mans line of fire.

When Silverrage was close enough Harry made a move that his father had taught him, and his before that. The Malfoy’s had been a warrior clan. They knew how to fight. Taking one look at Lucius or Draco you would never think that they would be able to kick someone’s arse without magic, but they could do it, quite thoroughly too. Logan knew only too well that Draco did not need Crabbe and Goyle to look after him. He could manage spectacularly on his own.

One more step, then Silverrage would be on the perfect spot. There.

Harry ran head to head with the older wolf and gave an inward smirk when the crowd awarded him with another gasp. Harry snaked a strong arm around his neck and leaped over the man. When he landed on the other side, standing back to back with his challenger he gave a powerful yank and threw him over his shoulder. The sickening crack was lost in the sounds of the crowd.

Before Silverrage could hit the ground, he was dead. The fight had lasted 13 seconds.

Harry stared at the dead body at his feet. Not one crimson drop spilled. His mother would have been proud of his handy work.

“Anyone else?” Harry asked the silent crowd.

“Anyone else…” he said a little louder. “…that would like to fight me for my mate, because this is your final chance. Next time I won’t be so kind to accept a challenge… I will kill you on the fucking spot you stand on.” He finally growled. The other dominants of the pack seemed to understand quite clearly as they lowered they gaze submissively.

“I thought so.” He gave a soft smile as he felt his mate’s arms wrapped around his waist. Fenrir ducked under his arm and buried himself in his side as the walked back to the main cap area.

“What else don’t I know about you?”

“You’ll find out in due time love, but if you’re impatient, just ask anything you like, and I’ll answer.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.” Fenrir tapped a finger on his chin and seemed to be in deep thought.

“Okay…how many partners did you have before me?” he asked snidely. Harry choked on his newly acquired goblet of water, and started to cough. Bright red in the face he finally managed to get out an answer.

“Except that.” Fenrir just laughed. When he didn’t stop Harry looked at him weirdly before giving up.

“I deserved that didn’t I?”

“Damn straight you did. Don’t ever scare me like that again. I’m not raising our cub on my own.” He said and sat down with the pack. Harry sat down next to him, and before Fenrir could say ‘bastard’ he found himself straddling his mate with a strong arm around his waist holding him there and another warm hand stroking his thigh.

“How long do you think breakfast will take?” he whispered huskily.

“Not long.”

“Take you time and eat properly. Remember you’re eating for two now…”

“Not you to…” Fenrir sighed

“…and you’ll need the extra energy.” he said and scooted Fenrir closer to him so that he could feel his need for a proper farewell before going back to Hogwarts.

“How do you do it?” he breathed.

“I have a very arousing husband.” He smirked at tipped Fenrir closer and caught his lips in a deep kiss, both subdue his own need, and to show the pack that Fenrir was his, just encase someone didn’t get the message earlier.

~*~

A/N; sorry for the shortness, but i hope you like it!

Again with the Art, Slash this time

2009-08-28T19:02:30Z

So as the headline says, It's Slash this time around. I'm doing a painting, and I've made some sketches and mini's cause I'm not sure about the colour. I prefer the red one, my mum likes the blue on better. Or do you like the pencil sketch and think I should do a black and white? Actually scratch that, I don't have enough black and white paint for that.....That said, diregard that Green!Slash just looks like a black blob without a nose, that's because after doing the same thing three times over, I got bored and impatient. So what do you think?

Finished Art!!!!!

2009-08-21T12:59:47Z

so i finally finished the drawings a posted some time ago. I like them better now. Plus a couple of new ones.

this one turned out better once i managed to gather the courage to add more shading

Gene Simmons might be insulted that I was drawing Axl while watching his show, but 25, 47, braids or no, Axl is prettier than Gene Simmons any day! Freehand scribbles. what do you think?

some shading did him some good

I started out drawing Axl's earring (no 1) and i ended up with this.....*?* but i figured if Axl was a bird, he'd look like this. In colour; red and orange with some green hilights here and there

lol

2009-08-19T13:47:14Z

Okay, so I got some pics for you, which I don't think you've seen before - or at least aren't that common. Now. we all know that VR hangs in a thin thread since they don't have a singer, but there is another reason. Their record label dumped them, apparently. I'm not a major VR fan, I love Slash but you all know I have no love left over for Scott (he's creepy!) I just think it's funny as hell that they keep talking crap about yours truly (don't even have to say his name) andwhile he gets to work in peace for 15 + years his stuff, but Slash &co gets fired after being inactive for a year. Yeah, I'm laughing my ass off. What goes around comes around I suppose, but please, over to more....funny and adorable things.

aren't we sweet?

but I'm not right int he head....*lol*

Tommy Hilfinger actually thought he'd win a fight with Axl? Check out the karate moves *hollers in laughter* I don't like Hilfinger. I mean, he's got balls. He tells Oprah to her face that his clothes are for WHITE middle class people and picks a fight he wouldn't win if his opponent had his hands tied behind his back. He''s a sissy, therefore it is perfectly fine to make fun of him.

ANd this one cause I like it!!!

and this one because it was the only one I could find of Slash's back tattoos.

This one cause it's FUNNY!!!!!

And this one cause I want to hunt him down and keep him to myself, but I heard Slash is generous with the restraining orders.....

A Slashed Rose ch 33

2009-08-04T08:03:25Z

A Run Worth Making

2009-07-26T15:35:33Z

TITLE; A Run Worth Making
CHARACTERS; Axl/Slash,
RATING NC/15
WIP OR COMPLETE; 1/? - Series of oneshots
WARNINGS.; angsty, and the usual
DISCLAIMER; I don't own anything. None of this (EVER!!) happened. I'm just a poor student with an annual fee of £ 22 200 for my money-sucking university. Suing me wont do much good.

Summary; It's been ten years. But Slash feels the pain of parting still. Leaving was his biggest mistake. Can Axl ever forgive him?

Slash's POV

I haven't seen him in nearly ten years.

And by the gods of Rock N' Roll - if there are such things, do I miss him. It does make me laugh sometimes, because I spent so long trying to leave him behind, but I never realised that I always took a part of me with him. I hurt him, but I couldn't stay. He was too beautiful. Too glorious.

I never thought that....that when I...I never thought it would be this bad.

I thought my mother would understand, when I cried to her. When I curled up in her lap like a child and cried over a....over what? Pain? Loss? I couldn't lose what had never been mine to hold, could I?

I thought she understood why I left, but sometimes I don't think she understands at all. She doesn't understand the pain that tears through my chest. All she ever wanted form me was for me to settle down with a nice girl and have a couple of kids.

Or maybe after the initial shock wore off, she really did understand. But a part of me felt like she didn't accept it. Not that I stuck around to find out. I just ran. Like I always do. I didn't want to, but that look on her face....it scared me.

I always kept tabs on what everyone was doing. Izzy did his iTunes thing. Duff's got his Loaded thing. Steven's got his drugs. Mom tries to keep busy, now that she can't fuss over 'her boys' anymore. We're not boys anymore. We're men. We're men who don't get along.

I want to call Beta and ask how he's doing. That woman is a saint. But I can't call her. He is her baby, and I pushed him over so he fell and hit his chin on the dirty ground. The wound got infected and left a nasty scar.

She knows. She's the closest thing he ever had to a mother, and she's more of a mother than most. I don't know how to answer her questions. Guilt...

I can't face it.

I fucked up for the last time. Concerning him at least....

x

The very first time I saw him, I wanted him. Years passed and I never gave in. I was desperate for every touch he would give me. Friendly hugs and playful kisses on the cheek. Such a tease. Such a fucking tease.

I know now, that I could have quit drugs at any point in my life, because resisting him was a fucking lot harder than resisting the withdrawl. If I could have had him....

The year was 1996.

I gave in.

We were drunk. Or he was. I don't remember. Of course. We'd just finished a hellish tour, but we'd come out alive. My mother held us a party, a family get-together. Right there in my room. In my childhood room. We'd celebrated all day. I let go, and it was great.

He was so responsive, smooth skin against my own, his long legs wrapped around me....buried deep inside him.

My mother never though to knock.

I'll never forget the look on her face.

I'll never forget the look on his face.

Pure fear.

He was gone the next morning, and we tried to ignore it, because the others were always around, but I found him alone few weeks later. I hated myself right then. Because of the look on his face. Fear. Again. Just fear. Wide eyed, innocent, almost childish fear.

Of Me.

I quit the Guns soon after.

I keep dreaming that one day, she'll forgive me. For not being her perfect son.I keep dreaming that one day, she'll come to terms with that I... I'm in love with....I can't even say it out loud.

I got married. I think Perla wants kids. I'm not so sure.

All with her watching in the background. I know she feels conflicted. Conflicted between her desire for me to do what's right, and to do what's right for me. Maybe one day I'll have the courage to...tell her. For real. Tell her he's the one.

Maybe she'll understand now.

Maybe she'll kiss my temple and tell me everything will work out for the best.

Maybe she'll tell me she loves me anyway.

Please mommy....

All of this rushes though my mind as I walk down some shopping street in LA. And I see him.

I see him with a boy bouncing around him. He looks like himself. Not like the guy he'd introduced as the New Him five years ago. It's been ten years since we met, and my knees turn to jell-o. He's so beautiful.

He hands something to the boy, and he runs off into a store.

No one seems to realise it's him. I call his name, but he doesn't react. Quite a few heads turn in my direction, but I ignore them

I follow him down the street. I'm almost running, but somehow, he's still far ahead of me. Is he meeting someone? Just the thought makes me furious and I run faster. I run as fast as I can. Well, as fast as I can in a crowded shopping street were everyon e wants to know why I'm in such a hurry.

I call him. Again.

Again.

Again.

If he hears me, he's not giving any sign of it. My hair is falling in front of my face, obscuring my view. He stops to look at something in a window and my heart is beating furiously. Part from the effort of running, part in relief, mostly in fear.

I've caught up with him. Now what?

People look curiously at him, but most just keep walking, as if everyone knew all he ever wanted was peace.

He must have seen my reflection in the window. His eyes widen in shock as he turns around. The lovely green eyes flicker down the street as he opens his mouth to speak.

I didn't let him speak.

I kissed him.

I kissed his right on the lips in the middle of the busiest shopping street in LA, with hundreds of people watching. It felt like coming home, cliché as it sounds. I backed him up against the shop window and kissed him harder.

God, it must look like we're fighting.

He's pushing at me, gasping for breath, but I can't let him go.

I'm saying something...

I'm holding him tight and pleading with him to give me a chance. A chance not to hurt him again. I tell him everything. That leaving was the biggest mistake I eve made. That I'm miserable. Thank I can't stand playing without him. That hearing my own guitar without hearing him makes my body ache and my heart twist in agony.

My music sounds naked without him. I feel naked without him. That I hate going to sleep at night and not hear him breathing not so far away. I miss having someone bitching at me for not doing my best. I miss him pushing my limits, forcing me to be better.

I miss the very smell of him. I miss tripping over his stuff in the shower. I miss stealing his conditioner - look at what's happening to my hair!

All I want is a chance; a chance with the band, a chance with him. Colleagues, friends, lovers - I don't care. It doesn't matter. I need him. I'll take anything he can give me.

I'm sorry I bailed. I'm sorry I took the easy way out. I'm sorry for talking so much shit.

I'm still holding him tight, pressed up against the window, not letting him get away, forcing him to listen to me.

I feel a gentle tug on my shirt and I look down into clear green eyes. They look ever greener against the golden skin of the little boy. He looks faintly feminine with his long curly hair with trinkets woven into the occasional braid. I don't think I've ever seen such a perfect creature.

He asks me why I'm holding his dad up against the window. His dad....

He clears his throat and introduces us. The boy's name is Odin. Odin Rose, and he's nine years old. He doesn't look nine. Seven, maybe either.

Green eyes, a greyer shade, tired and older looks at me while their owner speaks. "We need to talk."

Alphas ch 9

2009-07-25T12:50:04Z

~*~

The first two weeks went by without much happening. Sirius had sent him a howler for running off so late and nearly missing the train, but Harry had merely incendioed it and let his mind wander to the night he had ‘wadered off’.

Mostly the Gryffindors scowled at him because Ron had obviously told everyone that Ginny was pregnant with his baby, and he refused to take responsibility for it, but they never talked to him, something he was grateful for. The Slytherins never bothered him, but they knocked off a chat once in a while. They had decided not to reveal his connections to the Malfoy heir just yet, but rather wait for the opportune moment.

Harry had spent his time getting a marriage licence from the Ministry of Magic without them knowing, a registered partners licence for gay couples in the muggle world, and a registration of a bonding. To be honest, he had just asked Griphook to do it all. In addition to that he had claimed his position as head of house to the Potter line and written a will that stated that everything he owned was to be left for his husband and child. If anything unforeseen should happen, it should fall to his brother, parents and Petunia, Dudley and Vernon got a fair bit of money.

In other words, Dumbledore and the Weasley’s got nothing. He even made that a separate clause. He read through every contract that was of any relevance to him, amongst those a marriage contract to a certain Ginerva Weasley. He sent a grateful thought to James Potter for giving him a way out by writing ‘the last Potter male, my son’ in stead of his name. At least some of those people had a conscience.

And last, but not the least, he stopped all the monthly donations to the Order of the Phoenix and ‘various’ order members, most significantly the carrot heads, with the exception of his cousin Tonks. In addition to that he ordered the goblins to retrieve his money, as none of the withdrawals had ever been known or authorized by him. This brought a smile to the old goblin’s face.

Dumbledore had made himself Harry’s magical guardian, with the excuse of that he had no other magical family. Harry told them about his real parents, and did a blood test. Now, his magical guardians were Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrange. Snape was his co-Godfather along with Sirius. He decided that even though Remus was his mate’s pack brother and his godfathers best friend, he was too close to the old coot to be trusted.

While all of this had been difficult, the hardest part had been to stay away from his mate for so long, especially when he had sympathy pains. More that once had he been sent to the hospital wing ‘cause he threw up in class. Pomfrey had stated that he suffered from ‘sympathy pains’, which basically meant that he was about to be a father and he could feel everything pregnancy-related the mother did. This did not help his problem with Ginny. Now that he even had ‘her’ pains, it was ‘obvious’. Nobody seemed to notice that Ginny was already past her first trimester and did not have morning sickness anymore, or any kind of sickness, lucky girl.

Draco was not fairing much better that Harry, but he was better at hiding it. He had still not told his lover that he was pregnant, but he was only five weeks along, and had only known for two weeks, give a few days. Since Harry was not actually pregnant, he was allowed to take nausea potions. Draco on the other hand was not so lucky, but he had Harry, Blaise and Pansy looking after him- the latters not knowing he was pregnant and not guessing because it only the most powerful of wizards that could conceive, and frankly theu didn’t believe Draco was that strong. Classes were though as the baby pulled on his magic. His results were slipping even though he knew exactly how to do it. On top of that; potions class were hell as the general smell of potions made him sick. Normally Harry would pair up with his- it was not like the Gryffindors would- and between them they could make the teachers not notice.

With a low growl at his depressive thoughts, Harry slipped from his bed and left the boy’s dorm. With silent steps he walked through the castle and down to the Chamber of Secrets. After his second year he had cleaned it all up, along with the library, laboratory and the private rooms. He and Draco had spent many hours down here. After he had found it they decided to use it as ‘study rooms’.

As it turned out Salazar and Rowena had been married and they had a shared magical library that they could access both from her tower, and his chambers. It contained all the books that were in the school library, the originals. All the books the students used were copies. Salazar had a private library as well, but all the books in there were in parseltongue. It even held a volume that was a guide in how to teach parsel.

The entrance that had been blocked he had reopened and made a bit more solid. Harry changed into his wolf form. It was something he now could do with trousers on. He hadn’t managed the shirt yet, but he could live with that, as long as his private bits were hidden from the worlds view.

As fast as he could he ran out of the school wards and apparated to the Black woods were the Greyback pack was situated. Quietly he walked into the camp and past the sleeping guards. He was not afraid of them, he was after all the Alpha Dom, but why wake a sleeping wolf, even if he is in human skin.

He looked around himself to memorise his surroundings before a padded into the cave were everyone slept at night. Normally the alpha of the pack would sleep by the entrance, because he was the protector of the pack, but since they had found out that he was with pup, they had insisted to move him further in, all the way in. Fenrir was carrying the pup of the Alpha Dom, their Lord, and he was his consort, they did not want him to be hurt, not even by the cool night wind.

Harry snaked his way through the endless labyrinth of sleeping bodies, mostly naked sleeping bodies. He was happy with that the pack had moved his mate to the most secure spot, but Merlin, it took bloody ages to get there, even in wolf form. Fenrir was one of the few that were not completely naked. He still had Harry’s linen shirt on and thick furs covered most of his lower body

When he finally reached the sleeping form of his mate Harry could not help but nuzzle the still almost not noticeable bump that was his child. Fenrir made a mewing sound and moved into the touch. Harry smiled inwardly and lay down on the fur behind him. He curled himself up, wolf style with Fenrir cocooned safely in the middle. Fenrir sighed happily and butted his head underneath Harry’s chin and buried his hand in his inky black fur. In human form, only a few inches separated them in height, but compared to Harry’s wolf form, Fenrir was sweetly small.

~*~

Silverrage woke up by the sharp rays of sun hitting his face.

“What the hell” he mumbled as he stretched and jumped to his feet. The cubs were already outside playing, but there was no Greyback in sight. If his nose was not betraying him, he had still not left the cave. As the alpha of this pack, Fenrir was always up by dawn, now he was not. Illness or no, the man still had his duties.

The second he re-entered the cave he caught an unfamiliar scent. An extremely dominant scent; something was wrong. His pushing through the crowd of slumbering people woke up most of the pack, and most of them retreated from the coolness of the cave and laid d own in the grass to sunbathe. There were few left, but he had still to find Fenrir. ‘Ariana probably knows’ he thought and shook the bare shoulder of the blond beauty.

“Ari, where’s Fenrir?”

“Don’t know. ” she mumbled and swatted his hand away from her shoulder.

“Where does he sleep.”

“10 meter from here you spaz. Can’t you scent him instead of waking me?”

“Tried already, my nose keeps singling out this particular scent that I can’t identify.” Ariana sighed and got up from her fur.

‘Bloody males’ she thought and pulled on her dress. Her nose caught an unfamiliar scent coming from Fenrir’s direction. Turning to his corner a small yelp erupted from her. There lay the biggest wolf she had ever seen, curled around her alpha. His fur was the deepest and most inky back colour imaginable.

As if on cue, the strange wolf lifted his head to reveal a thin whit line running across his face. Earlier it had been hidden by Fenrir’s braids lying across his nose. His eyes were a clear emerald green, greener than the grass, and the shone with a dangerous glint.

Silverrage did not know this strange wolf, and he certainly did not like him. Silently he motioned for the rest of the pack to leave. For years he had lusted for Fenrir and he’d be damned if he’d let this guy just come and stake his claim on him. Angrily he took a step towards the couple but was stopped both by Ariana’s hand on his arm, but mostly the deep threatening growl that came from the black wolf.

Ariana was smart enough to figure out without much effort that the strange wolf was Fenrir’s mate. She was also smart enough to realise that you do not even try to approach someone’s pregnant mate while in anger, you just don’t. It was an as sure recipe for death as the killing curse. Urgently and with a small bow to show her respect to her Lord, she dragged Silverrage out of the cave.

~*~

‘What an idiot.’ Harry though, as he changed back to human form. Looming over the slumbering form of his pregnant mate he started dropping light kisses all over his face and neck.

“Good morning sunshine.” He cooed and kissed his lips lightly. Fenrir wiggled underneath him and opened him eyes. A bright smile spread on his sleepy face as he saw Harry’s face.

“Damn, you’re really here. I thought it was a dream.”

“Are you happy that I’m not some ghostly sad imitation of myself then?”

“Definitely.” Fenrir sighed contently and wrapped him arms and legs around the man above him. Harry moaned at the feel of skin to skin, but managed to pull away before he succumbed to the desire to devour the tasty bit of meat beneath him.

“Hmm, wait a moment love.” He said and met a pair of formerly brown eyes, now back with desire. “Pregnancy randyness starting to come eh?”

“Yes, and it is damn difficult to handle while you’re not here!” he snapped, a bit put off by the fact that he was not impaled on his mate yet. Ever since Harry left for school he had a screaming urge to be filled, to be whole, and it was damn distracting.

“I’ll try to come more often, but I’ve been very busy. As it turns out, Dumbledore has made himself my guardian, something a took care of instantly. He has also been transferring money from my accounts to which ever he pleased, and that was a potload of money. The goblins had a field day when I told them to get ever knut back, with interests. At lest, I found out that the old coot has set up a marriage contract between myself and Ginny Weasley” At this Fenrir stiffened and growled.

“…but, since James was kind enough to give me an out, by declaring the ‘the last of the potter males’ should marry the bint, I’m temporarily off the hook, but knowing Dumbles, he’ll get me back on before I can say ‘hippogriff’.” Harry sighed deeply and leaned his head on Fenrir’s shoulder. “That is why I want us to sign the bonding and marriage forms today, before he gets the chance to cook up anything, and I know he will. He’ll probably change the mating laws or something like that to get a hold of me. Merlin I hate him.” he sighed. “But I do want to have a proper celebration when summer comes so I can show you off to everyone.” He added with a smile on his lips.

“Do you have the forms with you then?” Harry snapped his fingers and three white sheets of paper popped up. They signed the marriage papers, the registration of bonding (2nd aug.) and a form for registration of gay partnership. After signing and dropping a bit of blood on each of the to seal the deal, except the muggle one, a golden glow enfolded their joined hands. A second later three velvet boxes appeared in front of them. It was the rings from each of the families.

The Potter ring was made of platinum with a black diamond embedded in the band. The Malfoy ring was made of silver with a sapphire shaped ring running along the middle. The Lestrange ring was made of dark platinum with acid burned runes filled with silver.

The Lestreange ring symbolised that he was the heir and future head of house, while the Black ring showed that he already was head of the family. The Malfoy ring showed that he was a part of the immediate Malfoy family.

First he took the Potter spouse rings and placed it on Fenrir’s left ring finger. Then he took the two rings from the Malfoy and Lestrange boxes and placed them both on his left middle finger. Harry put the rings on in the same order as he did with Fenrir. The rings were basically the same, only a bit more solid. Fenrir’s rings were a bit slimmer because they were the rings of the spouse, but luckily his hands were smaller than Harry’s anyway.

“I didn’t know you were related to the Malfoy’s and Lestanges.” Fenrir said quietly.

“I know. I just didn’t know how to tell you that I was the son of the two most wanted death eaters.”

“What!” Once again Harry began to tell the tale of his origins, but this time he wasn’t met with bulging and disbelieving eyes.

“I’ve heard crazier things, but I can’t really see any likenesses” He said and shrugged his shoulders. “And right now I’m too randy to care.” He said and pulled Harry in for a kiss.

“I love you so much it bloody well hurts.” Harry breathed

“You just married me three times over, I think it’s set in stone that you do, now I want you inside me.” Fenrir growled. Harry just grinned. “It’s all your fault that I’m in this state anyway!”

“Pregnant or in heat?” Harry asked cheekily.

“Both you- ah” he gasped as Harry ghosted his hands over Fenrir’s soft muscled abs. although the baby was not showing too much yet, his body had started to change to adapt to it’s new situation. Already his hips were just a little wider and a little rounder. It was beautiful.

“Tell me. What did you do for release while you were all alone?” he whispered huskily.

“I…ah…just wanked, and.. I…”

“And…?”

“Oh…”

“And…” he said more pressingly while teasing his opening with his fingertips

“… I fingered myself.” Harry moaned at the mental image Fenrir’s words caused to flood his mind. He pulled away from the panting man sat on his knees.

“Do it.” he didn’t need to be told twice. He was so desperate to be filled he would do anything. Slowly he slipped two slick fingers into his own heat and soon he was fucking himself in earnest on his own fingers. Harry slapped away his hand and replaced it with his own. Smoothly he stroked the small sensitive nub inside him until he was sweating and shaking uncontrollably.

Harry finally deemed him ready and rid himself of his jeans. He teased Fenrir for a bit by stroking his length along the crack of his arse, but finally he breached the tight ring of muscle.

With his lover, no, his husband seated deep within himself he sighed contently. Finally. Those two weeks had been sheer hell.

For the first time their coupling was not made in hurry or sexual desperation. It was with the kind of gentle love you could only get from someone who truly and completely loved you. It was slow, intense and passionate, a celebration. Light and gentle touches drove them closer to completion as the soft and broken moans transformed into ghostly echoes that filled the cool air of the cave.

Harry lifted Fenrir’s leg to rest on his shoulder as he let himself be pulled in deeper by gravity. The smaller man arched his back to a breaking point and he clung to his mate with all his might. Harry stifled a moan by biting his mate’s claiming mark once again and enjoyed the friction of his body wrapped around him and the gentle stroking on the back of his thigh. Though most of all, he loved the feel of his mate’s silken wall contracting around him, and he wanted that now.

Fenrir gasped for air when Harry slammed into him that last time. His nails dug themselves into Harry’s biceps as his body contracted in pleasure. He sighed contently as Harry’s warmth filled him and caressed his spine from within.

Gently he started to pull out of his mate but was stopped by a sleepy Fenrir. Harry smiled gently and covered their lower halves with a thick fur. Fenrir let his fingers run through the inky strands of Harry’s hair. His rough chin felt good on his chest. Merlin he was tired. Who knew emotions could be so draining?

~*~

TEASER......................

“You!!” sounded an unfamiliar voice behind them. “I challenge you!” Harry turned to the raging man with a quirked brow.

“To the death.” The smiles disappeared from the two women’s faces.

“To the death.” Harry answered. They walked to the small clearing. The pack had gathered around them and was placing bets.

A Slashed Rose ch 32!

2009-07-25T12:37:14Z

TITLE; A Slashed Rose
CHARACTERS; Everyone, Axl/Slash,
RATING NC/17
WIP OR COMPLETE; WIP
WARNINGS. fighting, violence, mention of rape and a close call, blood, crying and babies. Also, a severe fuck up of facts and timelines; all in the hard work of giving you an entertaining story. Hope you'll forgive me. I hate to say it, cause it ruins the surprise, but mpreg as well,,,,,,,
DISCLAIMER; I don't own anything. None of this (EVER!!) happened. I'm just a poor student with an annual fee of £ 22 200 for my money-sucking university. Suing me wont do much good.

Summary; Axl already has the memories and traumas of childhood abuse, the enormous success and an impossible crush to deal with when a broken heart, declining health and tough as hell tour is added to the mix. When will the rest of the GNR crew realise that Axl Rose, although it may not seem it, is just as human as they are?

Hope you like!!

"We're here!!!" Duff yelled enthusiastically as they arrived in Helsinki a few weeks later. For some reason their genius booking personnel booked Edinburgh as their last destination in northern Europe instead of putting it along with the rest of Britain, so now that they had finished Scandinavia, they were going to do Finland and then go back down to Scotland before continuing on the continent...idiots...at least they'd be flying then.

But the boys and the crew were in good moods, despite not being allowed to smoke on the bus or anywhere with four walls and a roof. Gradually, they were weaned off the addictive nicotine to some extent. They could actually go a few hours without now.

"God I can't wait to sleep in a proper bed." Axl groaned and stepped tiredly out of the bus. He felt like he was being burned alive. If it was just his body temperature rising as an effect of the increased amount of blood in his system or the his hormones playing up, he didn't care. It made his skin so sensitive fabrics bothered him and just the slightest touch or even just the smell of his boyfriend would put his senses into over drive.

Slash hummed in agreement as he walked next to the singer. He smirked to himself as he saw a fierce flush in the redhead's cheeks. He placed a hand at the small of his back and whispered into his ear, "Hurry up to our room, and I'll take care of you."

Axl snapped around to glare at him, but quickened his pace anyhow to get through the crowd and into the hotel in a hurry.

~*~

Axl grabbed Slash's shirt and pulled him in for a deep kiss the second they closed the doors behind the piccolos carrying their stuff. They had been forced to wait in the lobby - with Nivana and Metallica - while the security team checked out the suites. He didn't know why they took one of the camera men with them but MTV was like that; fucking nosy.

It had been hell waiting in the lobby. Duff had asked him if he was okay, saying he looked flushed. Axl had replied he was just fucking hot and needed a decent shower.

Axl pushed Slash against the door and tip toed up to kiss him soundly. Slash groaned deeply and ran his hands down the length of Axl's back and squeezed his bum firmly. The redhead mewed into the kiss and pressed closer, burying his hands in Slash's hair. Slash was more that happy to oblige and pulled Axl closer, nearly lifting him off the ground.

Oh damn they needed this. Touring was hard enough, and then they had a camera crew join them. They never had any time on their own. They barely had the opportunity to steal the occasional kiss. Quick trips to the bathroom or a minute or two at sound checks, pretending to get lost but really hiding under the stage. 'Pent up frustration' was a serious understatement.

Which was why both of them were about to scream when someone knocked on the door.

"Yo Axe -Slash!"

Slash groaned, "Go the fuck away Steve!"

They could hear a muffled laughter from the drummer before he spoke again, "Dude, I know it's been a while, but Warren is kicking us out on a night on the town - get to know the new guys and stuff."

"We already know the fuckers!" Axl snarled, "We met them in the lobby - go away!"

"Not Nirvana man - c'mon Axe, no one can shut up Kurt's whining like you. We'll die without you!"

"Then die! I need a fix!" With those words he locked lips with Slash again, determined to ignore the drummer.

"Dude, you can't do drugs man!" Steve exclaimed from the other side of the door, scandalised. Pot, kettle, black, but still.

Axl growled in frustration. He pulled Slash away from the door and yanked it open, coming nose to nose with the drummer, "Sex. I need sex. We've been on that motherfucking bus, with a fucking camera crew - and fucking Erin - for five fucking weeks, so right now, I need a serious fix. Me, on my back, ripping sheets, hopefully screaming loud enough for you to hear in the lobby...clear enough?!" he hissed like an angry kitten.

Steve had backed up a couple of steps away from the pissed singer, nodding hurriedly, "Crystal made - no need to be so graphic," he said, holding up his hands in defence.

Slash grabbed Axl around the waist, none too gallantly, and said to Steve, "We'll see if we can make it," he said, knowing the quickest way to get rid of Steve was just to agree with the guy.

"We leave in twenty -"

Slash just nodded, "Yeah," then he closed and locked the door.

Axl twisted around in his grip and pounced.

~*~

"Seriously, what was up with Axl?" James asked Izzy.

Izzy just shrugged, "He's claustrophobic. The bus makes him itchy."

Steve came out of the lift, looking a bit ruffled, "Dude, what's up with you?"

"Fuck man, Axl is in a tiff man," Steve breathed, "Left Slash to deal with him." Not that he felt very sorry for the lucky bastard.

James laughed, "Ha! Always the drama queen!"

Steve just scowled at him, "And you should get the fuck off his back. You've been doing nothing other than trying to piss him off since we came."

"Guess it worked," the other blond shrugged.

"The only think you achieved was working Axl up enough for Slash to start playing protective boyfriend again." Izzy muttered.

Duff chuckled, "Slash in that mood again. Don't think well see either of them for a while."

"I said we'd leave in twenty..."

The blond bassist snorted, "You serious. I'm not waiting for them. They're like wild animals the both of them, been caged up for weeks. I'd say let them take out the steam on each other before releasing them into civilisation again.

"Hail to that," Izzy said, "I'm not ready to deal with some fucker drooling over Axe again and Slash feeling the need to mark his territory..."

Both Duff and Steve shared a look, thinking that the guitarist didn't mean the comment as it sounded. Or so they thought....

"Let's go party."

In the meanwhile, Axl and Slash were enjoying their own celebration. Celebration of finally having some time for themselves, and celebration of their soon-to-be additions to the Guns family.

~*~
(flashback)

They were about to leave and Slash was sitting on the examination table next to Axl watching the pictures of their tiny babies to be that the doctor had printed out for them.

"So no too strenuous activities -"

Slash blinked, "Yeah about strenuous activities -"

The doctor chuckled, "Sex is perfectly safe, and even encouraged. Just be careful when you start showing -" he told Axl, "- that you do not put too much pressure on your stomach. Just listen to your body, if it hurts, it's off limits." he said, his eyes twinkling, "You on top is a good way to start as you can control the depth easily yourself."

Axl was blushing ten shades of red.

Slash felt a bit hot in his cheeks as well. Somehow it was oh-so-very-different talking about sex with Axl than some strange chick. It felt like he was talking about something really personal he really didn't feel like sharing. But at least now they knew. Talking about ripping the wax-strip....

(End flashback)

~*~

Slash gave as good as he got and picked the redhead clean off the floor and carried him to the bedroom. Axl snarled and ripped at the guitarists clothes, tugging at them impatiently. Why the hell did he have to wear the laced up leather pants today? Eventually they got them off enough to free the important parts and Slash made short work of Axl roomy and soft clothes.

With a growl he yanked the redhead further down on the bed and laid on top of him. Axl hissed at the feel of skin to skin contact and clutched Slash hips and ribs with his thighs, burying his hands in the thick curly hair, holding Slash captive for a bruising kiss. Eventually they needed air, and Slash took the opportunity to pull away.

"Slash!" Axl whined and tightened his legs around Slash shoulders. Slash was too damn horny to find Axl's girly whine remotely funny and gave his cock a swipe of his tongue instead. He scooped up the precome and used it as lubricant as he rubbed the tiny entrance.

Axl relaxed immediately to make it easier on them both. Screw being shy and self conscious. He was burning up god-dammit! He moaned loudly as the strong fingers pried him open. It stretched him so good and the way Slash would rub him soothed the slight burn away was making him light-headed.

Slash made a sound of satisfaction as he felt something hot and creamy flow over his fingers. Without a word he forced Axl's shaking legs to release their grip on his upper body, and grabbed the redhead to pull him into his lap. Axl held on to his shoulders, not complaining at being manhandled, and felt calloused hands spreading him and guiding him down onto the guitarists manhood, leather pants rubbing against the back of his thighs.

Slash groaned and rested his forehead on Axl's shoulder as he felt the tight heat wrap around him, pulsing in time with his heart around him. Axl wrapped his arms around Slash neck, his arms disappearing in the mass of dark curly hair. His breaths were shallow and quick as he was lowered down and filled.

Axl whined and wiggled, feeling slightly too full. Slash nuzzled him and tilted his hips, sliding deeper until Axl was seated in his lap. The redhead was breathing heavily, hiding his face in the crook of the guitarists neck.

Slash paused and stroked his back soothingly, letting Axl get used to the tight and pushed apart feeling in his loins. The times they were able to go all the way were few and far in between, due to their ever so nosey company. It was tough even to sneak kisses with cameras everywhere, let alone anything more.

His young redhead was not much more than a newly deflowered virgin, counting the amount - the handful of times they had been together like this. Slash was sure that his lover was tighter now than before, or maybe he was just so fucking turned on. He tried to be careful with him, but often his desires got the best of him.

He'd gone from getting laid almost every night to stealing chaste kisses when no one was watching, like a teenager, so when they got some rare time for themselves, it was precious. Even more precious than before, because now their time was limited.

In six or seven months they would be joined by two little creatures that would need Axl's attention utterly and completely for a very large amount of time. Slash had younger siblings so he knew how much time a baby could consume. He could only imagine two....

Axl could feel the pressure increasing as he sat there, waiting for Slash to just move. "Slash -" He yanked away from the touch, growling, when the older man ran his fingertips along his ribs, tickling him. Slash chuckled, and tipped them over to lay on the bed, then he started to move. Axl nearly moaned in relief as the pressure gave a little.

The relief didn't last long, as he realised Slash was set on driving him insane, alternating long slow stroked, caressing him deeply, to hard full length thrusts, splitting him apart and tearing into his prostate, changing between really slow, and really fast.

Axl breathed harshly and he let his head fall to the side, drops of sweat forming by his temple, his eyes shut tight as his body raged war against itself. A particular well placed thrust made Axl's eyes snap open, his gaze landing on nothing in particuliar.

Slash laid down on top of the redhead, something in the back of his mind stopping him from laying his weight on the redheads ever so slightly swollen tummy, and hooked his arms beneath Axl's knees. Axl looked up at him, his green eyes blurry and confused. Slash lowered his face to touch the tip of his nose with his, their foreheads resting against each other. Slash kissed Axl again, deeper and more possessively than last time. Axl gasped and let go of the sheets, placing his hands on the older man.

Slash thrust deep and hard, keeping a steady and fast paced rhythm. After a little while, he straightened his back, lessening the depth of the penetration, crashing directly into a sweet spot, giving Axl white lights flickering behind his eyelids and he clung to the broad shoulders, his nails digging into the golden skin on his back.

Slash stopped for a second, licking and kissing away the sweat right beneath the smooth jaw, then he strained forward, as if moving his entire body into Axl and held himself there. Axl pulled in shallow breaths of oxygen, the tension in his belly making his muscles contract so hard. Slash raised himself up, and the sat back in one smooth gesture, with Axl's knees across his shoulders.

Axl let out a deep moan of effort as he tried to push himself up, but Slash yanked him back down in his lap, making the younger man yelp, his cheeks reddening over his reaction, "Lay back," Slash ordered.

With his body stretched and bent taut, Axl could feel everything just a little more, Slash's angle changing slightly, hitting someplace different, but oh so damned good. "Oh god..." Axl mewed as his body jerked unexpectedly. Slash snarled and leaned back on his arm, his other arm wrapped around Axl's thigh holding him just where he wanted him. He couldn't see Slash from where he was, but he could hear his breathing, and his low growls and he could feel him. Axl closed his eyes and let his mind wander and his body just feel.

Slash could feel Axl starting to contract around him and his thighs quivering around his waist. He bit his lip in concentration as he delivered a few move well aimed thrusts before he pulled the younger man up to him to straddle his lap. Axl's arms fell over Slash's shoulders and his forehead rested against Slash's as he rocked slowly, his eyes still closed.

He tried increasing his pace, but Slash grabbed his hips firmly, "Slow down," he said, and Axl reluctantly did as he was told and tried to slow down his breathing as well, though, not as successfully.

Slash was rarely this commanding or forceful, but Axl loved it. He had always treated him like he was going to break, but still quite firmly and with confidence. Axl knew he was anything fragile, and a part of him liked begin treated as if...he couldn't be broken, like he could be forcefully manhandled, commanded and expected to obey. Slash owned him. It felt so good to say he belonged to Slash....

Tasted like...Slash. Sounded like...Slash. Felt like...Slash.

Slash slid his arms from Axl's hips and up his back, holding him tightly against him. Axl let out a quivering breath against Slash's lips as the heat in his belly coiled once more. Slash met Axl in a deep kiss. Slash could feel the tremors in Axl's body again, but this time his very spine quivered and his shoulders trembled.

"Saul...." Axl breathed hoarsely. He could feel the tell tale signs of Slash's close release as he swelled ever so slightly inside him. Slash tightened his grip around him, so tight he almost couldn't breathe, and crushed him down in his lap as he thrust upwards. Axl's every muscle immediately tensed and his back bowed like a bowstring, trying to twist out of the iron grip, his orgasm hitting him so suddenly it hurt, the feeling of Slash's hot come filling him, spreading a gentle warmth in his belly. Slash held him tight, not letting him go as he spilled his every drop into the pulsing body in his lap.

Axl whined and complained, wiggling, for a few brief seconds before his endorphin weakened muscles gave in and just sank into Slash's chest, exhausted. Slash nudged his shoulder, making him raise his head to face him. Slash covered Axl's lips with his own, nibbling them gently. He felt Axl's wet cheeks against his own, but ignored the worry.

Panting, Axl managed to catch a small breath, "I think you might want to get a bucket or something..." he whispered, his voice hoarse, and his eyes wet. Slash chuckled at the ill-timed, but very sensible request. With care he lowered Axl to the mattress and eased out of him before he went into the main room to grab a trash can.

Morning sickness was a bitch and Slash now knew all too well that the bouts of nausea often came very unexpectedly - and he would prefer it if the suite didn't stink like vomit, 'cause that never went away. Ever.

Returning with the bucket, he put it on the floor before he struggled out of his leather pants. Clingy and sweat soaked leather pants.....

Axl sank into the mattress, boneless, sore, exhausted and a tiny bit nauseous...and hungry. God he wanted apples.

~*~

Velvet Revolver - Patience....you need a little patience for this one....

2009-07-15T13:03:31Z

Just wanna show you how bad it is.....makes me shudder.....alright, so it's not shit and i just don't like weiland, but axl does sing it better, as he should since he wrote the thing....

Guns N Roses (original)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8lciimMdCs

Velvet Revolver

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGT3PiJE9-4&feature=related

A Slashed Rose ch 31

2009-07-11T18:54:30Z

Memorial song for MJ

2009-07-07T16:48:31Z

Buckethead (ex/current/whatever guitarist of New Guns, i don't know anymore. He played on Ch.Dem)whipped up a memorial song for our lovely MJ, and it's very good. So relaxing. Read the article and have a listen through the link it supplies. It's long, but worth the time. It's called A Homing Beacon.

www.bucketheadland.com/

Enjoy.

The Spoof!!

2009-07-07T10:09:27Z

Of course, this is a Spoof article, so it's bullshit, but it made me laugh until i cried anyway. Although, if you like Adam Lambert, you might be a tad offended. Enjoy! And I know the headline says otherwise, but it is GNR (Axl) relevant.

Jagger and Co Rocked by Lambert Comparisons

Written by FrankieBiggsy

Story written: 06 July 2009

During his stint on American Idol, Adam Lambert's vocals and performances led to him being compared to many of the great and good of the music industry over the decades - including Freddie Mercury, Elvis Presley, Roy Orbison, Marc Bolan and, of course, Michael Jackson.

Following Jackson's sudden death last month, it is reported that other artists including Mick Jagger, David Bowie, Steven Tyler, Robert Plant, Axl Rose, Jon Bon Jovi, Prince, Robbie Williams, and even Christina Aguilera, have undergone rigorous health checks, hired extra bodyguards, and installed additional security in their homes and cars to protect their personal safety and well-being.

A spokesman for one of the stars, who asked not to be named, said "It has become evident that having Adam Lambert compared to you renders your life in danger, if you are not already dead. It may just be coincidental but my client is taking no chances."

Alphas ch 8

2009-06-30T16:55:23Z

Harry snapped open the compartment door and sat down on an available seat and put his head in his hands.

“What do we owe the displeasure of your company, Potter?” Makfoy sneered.

“Shut it Dray, I’ve had enough of this game.” To Pansy’s and Blaze’s shock, a smile spread on Draco’s face. “All right. I guess I’ll have to introduce you to my friends then.”

“We already know who he is Draco!” Pansy snapped. Draco ignored her and moved in his seat so that Harry could lie with his back against his chest. He really looked like he had a tough night, and his hair looked a bloody mess.

“I’d like to introduce to you…” Pansy rolled her eyes, while Blaze huffed in annoyance.

“…my cousin…” they both looked at him with wide eyes.

“…and little brother…” their jaws dropped.

“…Logan Malfoy Lestrange.” He finished with a flurry of fancy hand movements.

“No way! That can’t be true. You’re a Gryffindor!” Blaze gasped.

“And you’ve got black hair. No Malfoy has black hair!” Pansy said reasonably.

“But he does look like Lucius, if you don’t’ count the hair and complexion. I mean…” Blaze gestured in the general direction of the brothers. “…and they look like twins.” His Slytherin mind had come around quickly when he saw all the changes Harry, or Logan had gone through this summer.

“So when did you find out.”

“My not-so-muggle aunt told me the day before I went to school.”

“Not-so-muggle?”

“Yeah. She’s not exactly a witch, but she can do magic. A different kind, and it’s untraceable. She can see the history of any object or person she touches. She sees what the skin or surface remembers, not the mind. That was how she found out. Uncle Vernon said she wouldn’t put me down for hours after I was placed in their care.”

“Draco?”

“First day of school. He kind of hunted me down and made me listen.”

“So everything; the fights, the rivalry, it’s all been a sham?”

“Yeah, mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“We’re brothers. We mess around a bit.”

“so can both of you speak parseltongue?”

“Yeah. I think it comes from the Blacks, but I have never heard Nacrissa speak it, neither can she understand when I do…” Draco fell into his thoughts.

“I have a feeling someone had some on-the-side-play” he concluded. “‘cause both Aunt Andy and Nacrissa looks like…a ‘Black’ basically, but Aunt Bella has a bit more…”

“Chiselled look?” Harry suggested.

“Yeah, that’s it.”

“There is one thing though. How come Harry…Logan? Should I just call you Harry?” Pansy asked confusedly.

“Yeah, just so you don’t mess it up, besides, I might just forget to answer if you call me by my real name.” he chuckled.

“Oh, okay. Why do you have green eyes? No one in either the Malfoy or the Black family has ever had anything but blue or grey?”

“On-the-side-play I presume. I actually expected them to become grey when the blood glamours fell, but they’re still here.”

“This is just weird.”

~*~

Later when Draco finally had gotten all the leaves out of Harry’s hair he snatched his uniform and dragged Harry to the Head Boy changing rooms.

“Damn Harry. How did you manage to get so dirty?”

“Had a rough night.” He said with a smile.

“So what happened?”

“Oh no. You know it goes against our very nature as libertines…ex libertines as it were… to boast about our conquests, but I can tell you one thing, or two maybe, no three, maybe even four.

“Spill it then!” Draco said as he pulled off his clothes and stated to put on his uniform.

“I found my mate.” Draco’s eyes bulged out of his head before he jumped at his little brother and embraced him in a tight hug.

“Congratulation. The second?”

“We’re already bonded, but we’re getting married legally as well, both in the muggle and wizarding world.”

“Good, that’s smart. Them Dumbles can’t do shit to break you up, and if you die, everything goes to her, even if you don’t have a will.”

“It’s a man.”

“Oh well, you always get what you want. Why should this be any different” he teased.

“We’re having a baby. He’s a month pregnant.” Draco went silent for a second before his mind seemed to catch up.

“Oh Merlin. You work fast. Your days as a libertine is really over isn’t it?”

“Those days were over the second I caught his scent.” A dreamy smile spread on Harry’s face as he thought about his mate and their baby.

“Oh man, you should see the look on you face. You may be a Dom, but he’s got you so whipped!” Draco laughed.

“Shut up!” Harry growled. However, it was true. He was indeed whipped.

“So, what about you and your lovely Dom? Who’s it going?” Draco had still not told Harry who held his heart.

“We were doing good, but now…” He hesitated.

“What happened? Did you have a fight?” Harry asked worriedly.

“No, no. It’s nothing like that. I-eh. I think…” he took and deep breath and exhaled loudly. “I’m pregnant, and I don’t think he’ll be happy about it at all.” That was the second time in one day that Harry had been given ‘the happy news’. This time, however, was a bit different. His eyebrows shot to the ceiling.

“Congratulations Draco.” He said and pulled his brother into a hug. Draco clung to Harry’s frame in desperate need of comfort. Lucius had not been happy about his heir having a child out of wedlock, but he could not force him to marry. At the time time Draco had gotten the impression of that his father understood. Maybe a bit too well.

“Does dad know?” the blond teen nodded against his shoulder and added a weak ‘yeah’.

~*~

A Slashed Rose ch 30!!!!

2009-06-26T21:32:38Z

TITLE; A Slashed Rose
CHARACTERS; Everyone, Axl/Slash,
RATING NC/17
WIP OR COMPLETE; WIP
WARNINGS. fighting, violence, mention of rape and a close call, blood, crying and babies. Also, a severe fuck up of facts and timelines; all in the hard work of giving you an entertaining story. Hope you'll forgive me. I hate to say it, cause it ruins the surprise, but mpreg as well,,,,,,,
DISCLAIMER; I don't own anything. None of this (EVER!!) happened. I'm just a poor student with an annual fee of £ 22 200 for my money-sucking university. Suing me wont do much good.

Summary; Axl already has the memories and traumas of childhood abuse, the enormous success and an impossible crush to deal with when a broken heart, declining health and tough as hell tour is added to the mix. When will the rest of the GNR crew realise that Axl Rose, although it may not seem it, is just as human as they are?

When Axl woke up the next morning, it was with a vague recollection of flickering lights, swaying and talking that went straight over his head. He turned his head to the side and came face to hair with Slash. Axl wrinkled his nose. Wet hair. The guitarist had obviously showered and then gone back to bed.

The redhead slipped quietly out of the bed and into the bathroom.

~*~

Slash woke up to the sound of the shower running. He grimaced as his hair stuck to his face. Grumbling he got up and reached for his cigarettes and a lighter, then the day before came flooding back to him.

He blinked in shock as the information reabsorbed into his consciousness. He shook his head as he felt his mind going into over drive. He just had to calm the fuck down. No matter how you twisted and turned it, he wasn’t the one with a growing thing in his belly. Then the pride set in again.

He hadn't been able to sleep almost all night. Different scenarios playing in his mind for hours; what was the baby gong to look like? Golden skin, of course. He crossed his fingers for Axl's eyes. Hair? He prayed for the baby's sake that he or she didn't get Slash's curls and Axl's bright red hair. Then again....their son or daughter would be perfect. They'd have the sexiest red curls on the planet; make it a fashion statement.

With a grin he threw the cigarettes on the floor and got up. Rummaging through his bags, he wondered what he could wear that didn’t scream Rock Star. Black, otherwise bold colours and leather....great. He glanced out the window, seeing it was pretty sunny, so he didn’t have to wear his jacket. The thing about being a rock star was that you could wear just about anything and get away with it as long as you did it with attitude.

But he didn't want to be a rock-star today. Today he was he was daddy-to-be and supportive boyfriend.

Sighing, he grabbed a pair of jeans and a three quarter sleeve with Mickey on it. You couldn’t get more normal than that. He glanced at his bracelets. It was more trouble to get them off than it was worth.

A few minutes later Axl came out from the bathroom, steam flowing out behind him. He offered Slash a half smile before diving into various bags for clothes, coming back up with a pair of jeans and a long sleeved tee. Axl frowned and turned it around to examine it, “I don’t think this is mine....” he said, the he shrugged, “Oh well, finders keepers....” he said and pulled in over his head.

Slash raised a brow at the snug fit. “I think it might be Erin’s....” he said.

Axl looked in the mirror at how it clung to him, “Hm...” it would be one of his last chances to wear something form fitting for a looooong time, so why not? He grabbed his hair brush and tried to work out a tangle. Slash came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his hands on his belly. Axl just smiled and tied his hair up in a pony tail, “M’ ready,” he said and leaned back. His shaky voice betrayed his relaxed posture.

Slash made a sound and nibbled on a soft spot on Axl’s neck. The redhead let his head fall to the side, giving Slash more space. They really didn’t get enough time alone. Slash slipped a hair tie off of Axl wrist and pulled away. Axl scowled at him, “Wneaky.”

Slash just grinned and quickly combed his hair back with his fingers and braided it, keeping it away from his face. Slash’s best way to hide was in short; not to hide. “You hungry?”

Axl shook his head, “Let’s grab something afterwards. I’m too nervous.”

Slash nodded, “Me too.”

~*~

Getting out of the hotel had been a challenge and an adventure. At every corner they had met members of the crew, or someone who had something to do with the band. Slash had no idea the crew were up so early to make things run smoothly.

Most of them had just chuckled and shook their heads at the two rockers as they sneaked out, amused by their cautious glances and hurried walk towards the exit. The crew knew very well how sick the musicians were of the cameras, and had also hear rumours about Axl’s wish not to have the cameras on his tail to his doctors appointment - courtesy of Duff and Izzy. Steve was so high he had hardly been able to walk into the hotel and crash.

It was nearly ten am by the time the two men managed to manoeuvre themselves into the Clinic.

Axl went up to the desk, Slash in tow, “hey, I’ve got an appointment with Dr. O’Farrell at ten.” Axl said quietly. “Name’s Rose.”

The girl ran a finger down her list, “hm, sorry.” she said, “No one name ‘Rose’ has an appointment today.”

Axl frowned and was about to speak when Slash cut him off, “check under ‘Hudson’,” he said.

The girl checked again, “hm, we do have one Axl Hudson....” she said and trailed off, her eyes shifting between the two of them.

Axl turned to look at him with a raised brow, “ Axl Hudson, uh?”

The girl smirked, “Room 120, Misters Hudson.” Axl couldn’t keep the smirk off his face either.

As soon as they got out in the hall, Slash exclaimed, “I didn’t do that -”

Axl just snorted, “I already know you’re one possessive fucker...” he teased. Slash growled and grabbed him. The redhead grinned as Slash’s hands roamed him and he made a satisfied sound in his throat as the guitarist claimed his mouth in a wet and rough kiss.

A cough coming from beside them, made them jump apart like they had been struck by lightning. Axl wiped his swollen mouth and Slash stared in alarm. Leaning against the frame of the door, the doctor was grinning wryly, “I suppose it is safe to say this is the boyfriend then,” he said in a strong Irish accent.

Slash relaxed marginally as he replied that the Santa Claus-like man was Axl’s doctor, and not a random person walking in on them. “Yeah,” he replied, “That would be me.”

Axl just rubbed his chin, where Slash stubble had made his skin a tad pink and went into the doctors office and sat down on the exam table. Slash followed him and the doctor closed the door, “so how have you been faring these few days?”

Axl shrugged, “just fine.”

“He fainted after a show.” Slash said deadpanned.

The doctor raised a brow, “ah. I’m sure you both realise that is not a good thing,” he said in dismay.

“it was nothing.” Axl protested, “I was just tired after the show and I’d forgotten to eat.”

“Well, yes. You blood work came back clean. I took the liberty to test for any pregnancy related abnormalities, and you’ll be please to hear that you are in good health in that regard,” he said, “All drinking and smoking is completely off limits - even passive smoking,” he shot a look at Slash.

Slash nodded hurriedly, “got it.”

“That goes for other drugs as well -”

“I quit,” Axl said. Slash got the silent message.

“Good. The only tablets you are to digest are the medications I will give you a prescription for. If someone gives you anything that is not on the list of mediaction you can take; don’t. They are various vitamins that are very important that you take as often as prescribed, baby-safe painkillers -”

“Painkillers?” Slash asked in alarm.

“For headaches and the general aches of life," the doctor assured the father-to-be, "some painkillers on the market are not any good for expecting parents- and some pills to help you with the nausea -”

“Oh thank god...” Axl groaned.

“ - which will make it easier for you to keep much needed food in your belly, were it belongs -” he said pointedly, “ and they will help you gain the proper amount of weight -”

Axl made a face. That was one thing he hadn’t thought about; getting fat. Though, to be fair, at the time it seemed trivial up against the fact that he could die.

“-The closer you are to the ideal weight, the healthier both you and the child will be, making you both stronger -”

“So basically, if he eats right and gains the appropriate weight, the risk will...minimise?” Slash asked, not wanting to even think about the possibility of that Axl might not survive.

“That is exactly what I am saying,” the doctor confirmed, "Following this program, the chance of you having a healthy pregnancy is more than doubled.”

“Bring it on then!” Axl laughed nervously.

“Also, it is important that you digest as little artificial sugar as possible. That includes the sugar from sweetened milk, sweetened cereal and similar things - and no diet products like diet coke. Skimmed milk and things like that are fine. If you crave sugar, have organic sugar -”

“Like fruit?”

“Like fruit. Grapes are good because they taste sweet, while apples and oranges often tend to be rather sour at times,” he said, “don’t worry about remembering all of this stuff. I’ve written it down for you,” he said and showed them the folder. “I’m aware of that you live in rather close quarters with many other people, filming crew included, so the information your staff needs at hand does not mention your actual condition or symptoms. I have added a booklet on everything you can think of needing to know concerning the pregnancy - and my number if you need to ask about anything.”

Slash and Axl shared a quick and nervous smile. They had been quite nervous about that. They were only too aware of that things could go wrong quite easily, and wanted to keep things to themselves for a while, because if they told anyone that they were founding a family, the rest of the world would know as well. The band would be slaughtered.

They were only too keenly aware of that Izzy wasn’t the only person who got green at the thought of homosexuality.

The doctor smiled at the young couple. He didn’t understand how it slipped anyone’s notice that these two were far more than just close friends. They were so in love it was seeping out of their pores. It was in the little look the redhead would throw in his boyfriends direction, or the half smile from the wild haired man and the hand that unconsciously gravitated towards the small of Axl’s back.

Or maybe it was the protective stance - even when they were sitting. “Are you ready to meet your kid?” he asked.

Axl bit his lip and nodded. Slash made to jump down from the table, but the doctor stopped him with a dismissive wave of his hand, “You can sit there, you’ll have a better view. Axl, just lie back and put your legs in his lap.”

Axl did as he was told and undid the top buttons of his jeans. Slash rested his arms on the legs in his lap, and raised a brow at the redhead as he pushed the fabric down marginally, showing the top of the tattoo. “I don’t want that stuff of my jeans. It stains -damn that’s cold!” he hissed as the gel came in contact with his skin once more. “I’ll never get used to that.”

“Luckily, you don’t have to,” the doctor chuckled and placed the white camera against Axl’s belly. Immediately a dark image shower on the screen, and a quiet thudding sound filled the room.

The doctor frowned as he listened to the heart beat and moved the camera a few centimetres. “hm...”

The couple looked at him in worry, “what ‘hm’?”

The doctor blinked, “You sure don’t do anything halfway.”

~*~

A/N; We actually made it to thirty. Now i have to ask you all something important; Do you want the happy ending, or do you want the crappy (I'm not joking when I say it's ugly......) ending with a sequel (the one you got a teaser for a while back....)?

2001; 236 Bigfoot sightings, Only 12 of Axl.....that's what we call reclusive.......

2009-06-24T21:29:13Z

I'm really on a roll here *giggles* but i was browsing youtube to get my daily fix of gnr - i sound like such a freak when i say it like that - but i found this thing here.I like to think im not in love with the guy, but i just dont find the rest of them as interesting. We all know what slash, duff and matt are doing, that's no mystery. Izzy's doing his itunes thing and otherwise staying out of trouble, Steven is being a cry-baby, showing off his Adler's Appetite, but Axl....we don't know anything and it's exciting!!! He's like that kitten you have that keeps hiding under the couch and looking fearfully at you, and when he finally sticks his paws out and dares to sniff at your hand, and either you get to cuddle him for a brief second or he'll strech his claws out of his paws and play catch-the-mouse with your hand, giving you a few scrates that's burn for days, and then he's gone again. And you keep thinking that even with the scratches, it was worth the cuddle.....y'know, i think im talking more about my cat that Axl, but you get the point right?

This is the summary for the video. I like it. kinda funny, but true at the same time. He's an odd creature.

In the year 2001, there were 236 confirmed Bigfoot sightings in the U.S. Yet, in the same year, there were only 12 confirmed Axl Rose sightings. For the past ten years, one of rock's most recognizable figures has been in hiding.
What does Axl Rose look like now? How does he dress? Where does he eat? Is he more afraid of us than we are of him?
This short film is a collection of actual eyewitness accounts from those who have spotted this reclusive creature in recent years.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12AbNok_-J0&feature=related

Should'a Seen It Coming....

2009-06-24T19:52:46Z

So, I've been thinking about Seymore for a little while. She's getting divorced and all that. And I was actually wondering how she's doing. Cause if her husband accuses her of infidelity - like Axl did - i think that's gonna cut through like a bullet. Take a look at her track record...i don't think she's packing her bags for paradise city......

While married to rock musician Tommy Andrews in 1989, she began an affair with Warren Beatty, of course, shooting her marriage with Andrews (Dyland dad) to pieces. While dating Warren Beatty (89-92), she met Axl and Beatty was history. While dating Axl (92-94), she met and got pregnant by Peter Brant (94-09)....and now they're divorcing.

I'm just saying.......

Did I get anything wrong ? Did I miss anyone?

Now I'm not gonna say Once A Cheater, Always A Cheater, but.....it seems like she's unable to end a relationship before she's securely lodged in a relationship....now i don't know about Beatty, but her boyfriends/husbands are just getting richer......