Standing in the shadows in-between songs, he was supposed to be getting prepared to launch into one of his favorite ballads. He had other things on his mind, however. When was the last time he had heard such an incredible performance of that song? Such passion, he mused. The guitar solo was fucking phenomenal! Why does he do this to me? Why? Doesn't he realize how much it turns me on?

    How much he turns me on... He smiled devilishly. A scene he couldn't help to think flashed inside his mind: of heated bodies pressed closely together up against a shaded backstage wall, long, dark hair entangled, hands searching desperately over bared skin, lips furiously clasped against lips and seemingly attempting to devour one another whole….

    Oh, Lordy.

    Steven Tyler just couldn't take it any longer. During the brief intermission between "Draw The Line" and "What It Takes," while the lights were dimmed and the audience was cheering their collective asses off, he strode over to Mr. Joe Fuckin' Perry to whisper a little something in his guitar player's ear. It was innocent, really… compared to many of the other phrases going through Steven's head at the moment. Just a simple phrase - in fact, Joe would probably just brush it off. Or perhaps feign ignorance like he usually did to the majority of Steven's advances. So what did he have to lose by letting this verbal cat outta the bag?

    Laying his hand over Joe's upper arm, choosing to squeeze it ever so gently for emphasis, Steven leaned in slowly. Shit, Joe probably figured he would be receiving some last minute musical instruction from him. Ha! If only Steven could see his face when he huskily delivered his best "I want you" to Joe's right ear. He cursed the darkness of the moment then, but still… he doubted he'd have had the nerve to say it in the light.

    Steven lingered at the side of Joe's face for a second or two, debating whether or not to flick the tip of his tongue into the man's ear. Finally, he couldn't resist the temptation any longer and he acted. Joe actually shivered at the contact, letting a nearly inaudible moan escape his lips at the same time. The roar of the crowd made it impossible to hear except to somebody standing within inches of the source of the intoxicating sound. Steven heard it, and he grinned with intense satisfaction.

    Just then, the lights seemed to erupt out of nowhere… How easily he could get caught up in a moment like this, Steven thought. But now it was time to carry on with the show. He had always been the type of person that once he began something, he needed to finish it or else it would drive him insane. He would make it through the rest of the concert that night… probably sporting a very noticeable bulge in his already tight fitting pants in the process, although he was sure the girls in the front row wouldn't mind that sight in the slightest. Then, when the show was over, he would attend to his unfinished business with Joe.

    He hoped Joe was interested in finishing their arousing conversation after the lights went down for good tonight. Perhaps, just perhaps… they could talk after Steven had had the chance to devour him against a backstage wall, hidden in some darkened corner of a normally forgotten and hardly frequented hallway….

" Darkness, darkness
Hungry to the bone
Darkness, darkness
Take my body home…

God I'm in love, I'm in love,
I'm in love, I'm in love… "