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Terror (chapter five)

Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x Angie Dingley (OC)

A/N: Look, I've nothing to say about this. I don't know if I like this chapter, it almost had me dead, but now here it is. I hope you guys like it.

Summary: ? I don’t even ?

Warnings: language, violence, bad SMUT, alcohol and drug use.

The Dollhouse Club - Los Angeles

It was already 22pm when Angie got to the Dollhouse - the traffic was terrible - and she was worried that Vince would think she abandoned him cause she couldn't find him anywhere. Or any of the boys.

"A goddamn strip club" she chuckled to herself, while lighting a cigarette and pacing slowly towards the packed bar. Every man in that place was eyeing her up and down, as if she was a new striper, fresh meat for them. “Jack and coke, please” she announced, smiling to the cute bartender behind the counter.

"There you go" the girl slipped the little bottle of Jack Daniels, a can of coke and then the prettiest smile Angie has ever seen.

"Thanks, sweetheart" she opened the sealing with her thumb and chugged down the whole liquid.

"Wow" the bartender gasped and let out a giggle "What about the coke?" she leaned on the counter to get a better look at Angie.

"Do ya 'ave some? I'd love a bump" Angie meant it, even though she was just saying that to tease the girl.After seconds of eyes fucking each other, Angie noticed a really tall man approaching the stool next to her, he sat facing her, eating her with his stares. The man cleared his throat, now looking at the bartender, who just smiled politely and asked what he was having.

"Whiskey, neat" by the tone of voice he was already shit faced. Angie was ignoring him, drinking her coke and smoking her cigarette. She was mad at Vince, he was nowhere to be seen and now she was alone in there.

The bartender turned around and slipped the drink to the weird man, who was still staring. "There you go" she smiled and then her eyes darted to Angie again. "So, your not from around, right? Where are you from?"

"Warwickshire, babe, England" Angie smiled, adoring the brightness in that girl's eyes and to be honest, the way those clothes hugged tightly around her body.

"Oh, God save the queen, then" they giggled. "So, my shift ends in fifteen minutes... We could do something, have a drink or maybe get wasted"

"Babe, I'd love that, but I'm 'ere waiting for my friends" Angie touched the girls hand, causing her to smirk "But ya can definitely join us"

"I'd like that" more eye fucking. She was so pretty and sweet, maybe this wasn't even the place for her. The man moved again, this time he got up trying to look normal and sober. He steadied himself on the stool and walked slowly towards Angie and lowered his body, until his mouth was dangerously close to her ear and she could actually smell the alcohol and weed he exhaled.

"I wanna a dance, doll" he whispered. Angie didn't even flinch, the girl behind the counter was preparing drinks to a costumer but was still eyeing the situation.

"Well, the pole is right over there. Suit yourself, mate" she turned around and faced him, blowing the smoke on his face and pointing at the actually empty dance pole. "Step back and fuck off" she calmly warned him.

"I said I wanna a dance, you bitch" he grabbed Angie's wrist and pulled her violently off the stool, causing her to fall on her face. "I'll tip big" he laughed. A couple of people got up and looked over, not really sure if they should intervene or incite. The first thing that came in Angie's mind was Razzle's voice 'Don’t get in trouble, Angela' and she laughed bitterly, it was like she was a magnet.

She got up and noticed that next to that man she was a tiny little puppy but that never stopped her before. "I'll dance to ya in 'ell, fucker" she punched his stomach and he leaned in, giving her the chance to nudge his back twice. He fell on the ground, groaning and cussing. Everyone was looking, the girl behind the counter had called a security guard and he came running with two other man.

"Imma need you to leave, miss" the first one said while the other two took the hurt man by the armpits and put him on his feet.

Angie scoffed "I didn't do anythin' mate, he attacked me" she protested loudly. Her wrist hurt and she wanted to scream, kick that man in the face, bite him to draw blood. Her breath was unsteady, chest running up and down and she felt like the room was spinning.

"He attacked her, I saw everything, Brett" the bartender said. The security let go of Angie's bicep, shooting her an apologetic look. The other two guards dragged the attackers body throughout the club, kicking him out. "Sorry about that"

"Don't worry, love" Angie answered the girl with a smirk "I'm used to dickheads like him all the time" she sat down again, ignoring everyone's judgemental stares. "I'll have a beer please" she put her head in between her hands and sighed. Lighting another cigarette, she attentively observed everything around her, still waiting for the boys to come through the door. "How's your name, sweets?"

"Cherry" she smiled "It's on the house, babe"

"Your real name" Angie insisted. The girl smirked, not saying anything "That can't be ya real name, it's stupid" she nagged and the girl rolled her eyes.

"Oh, then I suppose your name is grand and majestic or something like that"

"Not even close, me name's Angela and I hate it" she said with a funny face which made Cherry giggle. She turned again to attend another costumer, giving Angie the chance to turn around and look at the stripers.

She recognized the song playing loudly and echoing through the pub. People were dancing, some watching the stripers dance on the pole, some gaining a lap dance, some doing drugs while getting a lap dance. It was amazing how those girls danced in those clothes and high heels, maybe she should feel bad for them being objectified all the time, but something inside of her screamed they were having a good time.

"You should go there and pay for a dance, babe, staring isn't nice" someone said next to her, she didn't turn to see who, but she could tell that the person was smiling.

"Maybe I will"

"Maybe you could dance for me" Angie huffed and her head turned slowly, when she reached the beautiful features of that man's face and stared into his green eyes, her heart skipped a beat. Nikki Sixx sat there with a smirk she couldn't and didn't want to forget, his eyes scanned her as well, stoping in her cleavage. She wasn't wearing a bra which made harder for him not to glance every now and then.

"I've been waitin' for 'ours and 'ours, Sixx" she whined, faking a frown and pouting. Nikki laughed and shook his head.

"You got here fifteen minutes ago, Angela" he was facing the counter now, eyeing Cherry up and down when she finally asked what he was having. "A jack and coke, please"

"How long 'ave ya been 'ere?" she asked in confusion. She turned to face him and he had a smirk. He was clearly high out of his mind, she could tell by the way his eyes were restless.

"Two hours" she gasped.

"I've been lookin everywhere for ya guys, and now ya tell me that... Two fuckin' hours? Nothin better to do? I mean, it's saturday night and...”

"Well I was here waiting for you and those fuckers... And I got a little distracted" he cut her off. Angie shifted uncomfortable in her stool, a small and nervous smile playing on her lips. Nikki's gaze were still on her and it never was as awkward as now.

She wasn't sure why they'd do something like that. Vince called her, she came from another city, almost three hours in a cab. "Well, I'm pretty sure they stood us up, mate" she laughed a little. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm gonna kill 'em" he said while lighting a cigarette, offering one to her, who refused. Silence. Nikki only went quiet when he was thinking, she noticed. Or when he was tired and high. But not now, now he was embarrassed, not knowing what to do or say.

"Why didn't ya just... went home or I don't know, went to their houses to murder 'em all?" Angie rested her head in her hand.

"I was waiting for you, I just fucking told you that" Nikki rubbed his face, annoyed.

"Hmm" she hummed and laughed through her nose, not believing in a word coming out of his pretty mouth.

"hmm? It's all you have to say?"

"Ya hate me, Sixx, why would ya wait for me?" He didn't answered, instead he just let out a humourless laugh, biting his lips. Silence again. Angie got up and was ready to leave and search for the closest motel in that place. 'fucking wankers' was all she wanted to scream. "Good night, Sixx. I'd find better friends if I were ya"

Nikki got up and grabbed her wrist, holding her in place and making her flinch. It was still sore from before" No, you're not leaving now, I waited for you" he was confused and kind of hurt.

"I didn't ask ya to wait for me" she scoffed and pushed him lightly. His eyes scanned her once more, trying to know if she was joking or deadly serious, his grip still on her hand but now softly. "Nikki, stop, ya look like a creep" His other hand hold her face, his thumb brushed her lips and then he pulled her closer "Nikki..." he closed the gap and kissed her gently.

Angie looped her arms around his neck, causing Nikki to smile, which didn't go unnoticed by her. He slowly moved his hands down to her waist, then her hips, then her ass, squeezing harshly. "Come with me" he broke the kiss, still holding her body as close as possible.

"Wait...where?" she questioned with a smirk. He pulled her by the hand, going for the exit and soon enough, both of them were out on the street. "Where we're goin' Nikkie?"

"You talk to much, you know that?" he smirked again.

"Oh, honey, ya 'ave no fuckin' ideia" she kissed him again, but this time with urgency. Her hands ran up and down his chest, his hands were on her hair and her ass. "Ya know, I was gonna fuck the shit out of that cute bartender tonight, so ya better 'ave somethin' greater than that on your mind" she whispered, their forehead glue to each other, lips brushing and nose touching.

"I do, actually" she hummed again "I am gonna fuck the shit out of you"

...

Nikki had Angie's legs wrapped around his waist, while kissing and humping each other, trying to walk properly through the hallway of his building. He almost dropped her twice since they started making out on the first floor but she just laughed. "The keys are in my jacket pocket" he broke the kiss and whispered.

She fumbled, finding the keys and opening the door with a kick. They stumbled inside, laughing like two kids who just did something wrong. Nikki pressed Angie against the shut door, causing her to moan in his mouth when he rolled his hips into hers. "Fuck, Sixx"

He smirked "Eager, aren't we?" He was licking and marking her neck now, gaining more moans. Angie's hand went to his belt, unbuckling so fast he didn't even see when she threw it on the floor. "Oh no no no, baby" Nikki took a tight grip on her hand, stopping her "Last time you were on control we had I little problem"

"No, love, I was fine" she taunted "The idea of having you literally wrapped 'round me fingers just drove me insane. I touched myself thinking about ya that night" she blurted out, making Nikki's lip twitch in excitement and he felt his pants getting tighter.

Angie jumped from his lap, causing him to whine. She dragged him to the nearest comfortable surface she could find, the couch, and shoved him down. "Ya know, I'm not even mad with the boys anymore" she smiled and confessed, straddling him. Nikki grabbed her by the hip, pulling her impossibly closer to him, kissing her for dear life. "How drunk are ya, babe?" She asked softly.

"Well, it's only ten thirty so... not that much" he said confused and she giggled "Why?"

"Cause I want us both to remember this time" Angie hold the hem of her shirt, removing it with grace, Nikki made sure just to watch her bare and beautiful torso, she then pulled his shirt over his head. They were already sweaty from the previous make out session on the corridor, which just turned them on even more.

Nikki pulled her again for a kiss, calmer this time. Angie started to roll her hips, making sure to swallow every moan that escaped his lips. His big hands ran freely on her thighs, but the leather pants were getting on the way. "These need to come off, angel" and his next move was to push her to lay beneath him.

He started to unbutton her pants, pulling down her legs and throwing somewhere else and it was his time to roll his hips into hers again, she didn't moan but her nails dig deep in his arms. "Ya still 'ave yours on" she managed to say, even though she was almost begging him to fuck her brains out. He was quick to remove his pants, leaving them both only in their underwear.

Nikki's mouth worked fast, he was sucking on her left nipple while his fingers played with the other one. Angie's eyes were closed and she played with his hair. With a pop, he let go of her breast and looked up, admiring her expression, and it was quite the view.

"Fuck, Angel" Nikki breathed out and started to kiss down her stomach, his thumb rubbed her inner thighs causing her to shiver. "I want you to..." he sat up, still eyeing her "I want you to sit on my face, angel"

Angie gasped once he said that and also when his fingers touched her wetness through the fabric of her panties. They switched places, Nikki was laying with his head on a pillow and Angie's legs were on each side of him. "Are ya sure? I don't want to suffocate ya, Nikki"

"There's better way to die than this?" he teased her entrance again "Take it off already, Angela"

"Eager, aren't we, pretty boy?" She looped her fingers on the silky fabric and pulled down, tossing on his face. "I've never done this before, Sixx, so if ya die it's not my fault"

"Shut up and come here" she moved towards him, being careful not to pull his hair. His hand found her hips and pulled her down, making her moan so loud that he had to laugh Nikki kissed her slit and then her clit, Angie's back arched and she let out another moan, this time quieter. His tongue started licking every inch of her, he flicked her clit just to watch her melt and praise him name.

"Fuck, Sixx" she steadied herself and now her hips rolled on his mouth. Nikki could felt his boxers getting the best of him. Angie held his head up while grinding on his face, she was loving every second of that, the sounds Nikki made was driving her mad. Her eyes shot open, looking down, smirking to him while he ete her out.

"So pretty" he hummed, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine. Her stomach tightened and her legs involuntarily closed, only for Nikki hold her and spread her even more.

"HOLY FU... Nikki, I'm gonna cum" she screamed, holding on the couch for dear life. His tongue flicked her one more time and she held her breath.

"Then cum all over my face, babe" and then she did with a final scream. Nikki sucked every drop of it, causing her to flich for being so sensitive. "That was something" he said while pushing her off of him gently. Angie was a mess, a beautiful, hot, sweet mess. She was sitting on his thighs, taking her time to recover.

"Your turn, Sixter" her hand taunted him through his boxers, making him moan on her neck. She gave him a few strokes, painfully slow ones. "I'll be nice to ya this time, babe" she pulled his dick out, going a little faster now. Nikki kissed her neck, moaning softly.

Angie got up and pushed him back, spreading his legs so she could position herself in between. His expression made her laugh, he was staring with his mouth open, almost not believing what was happening. She licked his tip, earning a gasp, so she continued, now from the base to the tip. Nikki's hand took some strands of hair off her face, then he took a fist full of her colorful hair.

"I like you like this, with your mouth occupied" he whispered. Angie put half in her mouth and was about to suck him off when she looked him deadly in the eyes.

"Yeah, you're a real poet with your mouth shut as well, Sixx" and went back, now taking almost all of him at once. She began slowly, just to annoy him, but soon the urgency took over him and his hand entangled on her hair. His head fell on the couch, his mouth was open and she smirked again. Her hands helped a lot cause he was big, and he was loving the feeling of her mouth and tongue working so well to drive him over the edge. He was groaning loudly and his hips unsteady, she noticed, she bobbed her head faster, gagging when his tip hit her throat.

"Fuck, Angie" he breath out "So fucking good" she giggle and dug her nails on his thighs, sending him a wave of pleasure. Nikki hold her head in place, fucking himself on her mouth, soon releasing everything he had with a loud moan and a curse. Angie's eyes were watering, and his cum was dripping from the corners of her lips. "You don't have to swallow that" his index finger touched her chin and she opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out and drooled everything.

"We're gonna need a condom" she got up and walked to his bathroom, searching everywhere for a package. When she found one, she returned to the living room just to see Nikki walking up to her, pulling her by the hands and taking her to his bedroom. "We already messed up the couch, love, why messing your bed as well"

Nikki smirked "I wanna mess every room in this place as long as it's with you" he shushed her with a kiss. Her hands quickly took the condom out, giving it to him who in seconds put on his hardness. His fingers played with her wetness once more, before pushing her softly on the matress and straddling her without breaking the kiss. "Fucking soaked"

"Shut up and fuck me, mate" Angie commanded and Nikki squinted his hungry eyes at her. He teased her entrance, only to push himself in all at once, making her hiss. "Oh boy" she cried, wrapping her legs around him. He took that as a sign and started to move slowly. Angie's eyes were glued on his, full of lust and desire, Nikki wished she could look away or he wouldn't last long, but something deep in her soul called for him and he smiled a little.

"Ride me" he moaned and she nodded, switching with him again. Her arms wrapped around his neck, they were so close now, their body, their scent, their sweat, their movement were just one now. Angie's fingers hovered his lips and he opened his mouth, sucking on the two digits and she smirked, trailing down to rub her clit with his spit. "Fuck, babe, you're so hot" he groaned. Their movements were getting sloppy, Angie's thighs muscles hurt, Nikki's back as well. "I'm gonna cum" they both said at the same time.

With a final bounce, Angie let out a shaky breath and Nikki moaned softly, they came together and then both collapsed on the bed. She giggled, making him smile as well, not sure why. "I'm definitely not mad at the boys anymore"

He got up and tossed her a cleaned shirt "Don't you dare burn this one. You can take a shower and clean yourself up" he laid back down, lighting another cigarette and eyeing her beautiful body and she stared back "What?"

"Nothing" she got up and went to the bathroom. "Ya can join me if ya want" she bit her lip, but he shook his head not looking in her direction. "Okay" she closed the door and turned on the shower. After three minutes, she got out, dried and using the shirt Nikki just handed her. "Can we share the bed? I don't wanna sleep alone on your couch" he got up and nodded, walking slowly towards the bathroom and closing the door.

"Oh, boy" she let out a sigh and laid down. Smelling Nikki's pillow, a mixture of his shampoo, sweat, cigarettes and well, Nikki. "Fuck me" she shook away the weird feeling of not wanting to go home, to stay here with him and be his girl. 'Thats never gonna 'appen, Angela, your way of life won't allow it, ya 'ave a band and a brother to go back to' she thought. 'Nikki Sixx it's not boyfriend material and your are definitely not girlfriend material, it'd be cheating and fighting all the time, hurt feelings and heartbreaks and you're too young for that shit'

Nikki got out and soon joined her, who was half asleep when he pulled the covers up, but she still managed to ask him softly "Who's Frankie?" Angie felt him tense up and he didn't answered, but that thing had stuck in her head since she heard earlier in the club.

"Frankie died just the other night

Some say it was suicide

But we know

How the story goes" she sang softly, trying to remember the right lyrics. "Did you wrote that? It's a beautiful song, sad but..."

"Yeah, I wrote. Frankie was just this kid I used to know" he stammered "But he's dead now, he's not important, you should go to sleep"

"Well, he must be, cause ya wrote a whole ass song for him" she turned to face Nikki, who's face was rigid. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry"

"Then shut up and go to sleep" he hissed coldly in her face, soon regretting his choices cause Angie just stared in shock "Fuck. He's dead, Angie and it's all you gonna know about it" he turned his back on her, still tensed up.

"Let's see then" she whispered, closing her eyes and immediately falling asleep.

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