It has been too long since I updated, so here's this.
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"Fuck." Slash gasped, wiping the vomit from his mouth.
Axl cringed at it and keeping his eyes away from the toilet, and on his boyfriend of three years, holding his hair back and rubbing his back gently.
The color was drained from Slash's face and his head throbbed achingly. His mind running a million miles a second was not helping at all either.
"Can't be all that bad, right?" Axl smiled encouragingly.
Slash went to glare at him, but instead began to promptly vomit again — and god, why was there so much?
Axl said, "You don't have to answer that."
It'd been at least five days since Axl forced Slash off of heroin with the threat that he was wasting his time on Slash when all Slash ever thought about nowadays was heroin.
"I don't know what to do with you. I-I don't know how to help you. You're ruining your life, my life, and I'm letting you because I love you enough to see that deep down we both know you wanna change! But I don't know how much more of your shit I can take! Management wants me to talk to the guys about dropping you from the band. You know I can't do that." Axl fussed.
All Slash could hear was his 'whiny', garbled voice.
"Look at me, Saul." Axl whispers, kneeling in front of him and taking the guitarists face in his a hands. His hands were so soft and small. Slash loved them.
"....and you know I love you. So if you can't promise me that you'll at least try, I'm going to walk out that door and I'm never gonna come back."
Slash stared at him. He could see the pain in his lover's eyes but the words he was saying were taking their lovely time to sink into him.
"Promise me, Saul! Promise me you'll try! For us." Axl whimpered.
"...us?" His drugged mind managed to catch that as quick as lightning as he stared at the redhead's tear stained face.
"I'm pregnant, Saul." He whimpered through tears.
Slash found himself thinking, "Now who's ruining the band?"
"..Saul!" Axl snapped his fingers in his face.
Slash drifted his gaze back to Axl. The look on Axl's face should've been enough to sober him up a bit, but all he could think about was his other lover that was only one room away.
Heroin.
"Saul...promise me." Axl's voice cracked as he grabbed Slash's face.
He stared into Slash's eyes but it was late. Too late. He was too far gone.
With a heavy heart, Axl let go of Slash's face and stood.
