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| Back To Paradise City; Gn'r/Metallica slash, NC17 | |
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| Torrid | Apr 1 2010, 04:09 PM Post #1 |
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Back To Paradise City Those of you who read this 'elsewhere', this is not an update. Since I only got to write the first chapter, I decided to do a direct transfer. ------------------------------------------------- Title: Back to Paradise City Fandom(s): Metallica, Guns n' Roses. Type: Slash. Rating: We're going all the way babaaaay! NC-17/UK 18 Pairings: Just the one. It's fairly easy to guess but, a little mystery is always fun. Slash/???? Warnings: M/M Sex, VERY foul language (as always with my stuff, I can't help it!), possible drug use. It's a warning. It might (not) happen. Disclaimer: All events are entirely fictional and are not meant to offend or harm. Read on at your own risk... but a little risk's always fun, right? ------------------------------------------------- Chapter One October 1990 The simple and fair beginning of this little sexcapade is that *oooh the wavey flashback screen of dooooom! Woooo!*... Lars was stood with Kirk at the bar (in a little bar) in downtown San Francisco. They each had cans of lager in their hands and were chatting idly. A live band was playing in the background. Just nice and social sort of a place. Chilled out. Just the way Kirk loved it. He happily chuckled at something Lars had said and knocked back the rest of his can, calling for a barmaid. He ordered two more drinks for himself and Lars. “Where is everyone anyways?” “What, can't handle the atmosphere of just you and me, huh?” “Oh, knock it off, I know there's other guys comin'.” “Knock yourself off!” he smiled. “There is. James is 'finishing up at home' or some shit.” he said around the lip of his can. “The Guns boys are arriving here soonish too. Bringing the fockin' party with them... hopefully.” Lars smirked with a somewhat patronising gesture towards his bandmate. “Shut up...” Kirk rolled his eyes, furrowing his brows. “I'm fun and you know it.” “Ja, I do know it but... y'know.” “What?!” “Y'know you just-- oof!” Owww! Fock, saved by a rabid fa-- black curly hair... phew... “Lars! You little motherfucker!” A mass of curly black hair pounced on Lars' back nearly knocking him off his feet and face first to the floor. “Holy fock-- what the hell do you think you're--” “Hey, hey settle down, dude. I was just coming to say hi... fuck's sake!” “By jumping on my back?” Kirk smiled at Lars' retort. “Just came to say, good to see ya... I'll fucking go if you want...” his mock sulked and pouted. “Nice to see you too, man! Now get the fock off of me!” Kirk grinned wide as Lars laughed and shrugged his shoulders, the man's arms still around them. “Where're the others?” “Long story short?” “Go for it.” “Duff scored, Axl's fucking about in the pisser as per goddamn usual--” he snorted. “and the others... turning up soon I guess... although I think James is giving Izz a ride...” he smirked, cocking his eyebrow which made Lars laugh and roll his eyes. Kirk patted Lars on the shoulder. “Hey, I exist.” “Oh, shit dude, sorry. Uhm...” Lars directed his hand towards Kirk and smiled. “Kirk, officially Slash.” Slash popped his cig in his mouth and extended his hand towards Kirk with a muffled grin. “Hey there. Officially Kirk, right?” Kirk shook his hand and chuckled with a nod. “Yeah, officially Kirk.” “What're you boys drinking?” “Whatever you're buying...” Lars smiled, looking between Slash and Kirk. Wow, they really do look alike... “Kirk?” Slash asked softly. “Uh, whatever, dude. I'm fine with whatever.” “Alright... hey barmaid!” he waved his hand. “Hey! Three shots of jager and six beers.” “$18.50, babe.” --------------------------------------
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