DuffIzzy - I wanna hold your hand

Izzy sat in the kitchen impatiently waiting for Duff. He'd run out of cigarettes and Duff had volunteered to go buy some more with him. Though, before he left, Duff insisted  on 'getting ready', which really meant putting Izzy through half an hour  of hell while Duff sat in the bathroom pretending to brush his teeth.

Izzy sighed and looked around, trying to find something to do. Steven was on the couch watching T.V, Axl was doing dishes and Slash was off in his room somewhere. But just as Izzy was about to give up and go by himself, Duff came rushing down the stairs, still combing his hair.

"Ready!" He called, nearly stumbling over his own feet.
Izzy rolled his eyes and checked his watch. They'd be able to get down to the store and back in a good forty minutes if they hurried. Duff sprang over to the door and threw his hairbrush halfway across the room, knocking Steven in the head. The drummer yelped and rubbed his head, looking around the room frantically, trying to work out where the mysterious hairbrush had come from.

Duff snickered from his spot by the door and waited for Izzy to grab his hat so that they could leave. By the time they'd gotten out of the door, Duff was still chuckling over their drummer, who was still trying to figure out what had happened.

"I saw what you did to Steven, it wasn't very nice." Izzy murmured from behind his hat, shoving his hands in his pocket.

Duff chuckled and grabbed one of Izzy's hands, holding it as they walked. "You know Steven, he'll probably think he's under attack or something and build a fortress out of the couch cushions."

Izzy snatched his hand out of Duff's and kept walking. "That or he'll hide under Axl's bed again" Izzy chuckled at his own remark and shoved his hand back in his pocket.

Duff just frowned and grabbed Izzy's hand again, holding it in his own. Izzy looked over to Duff and quirked an eyebrow at his friend.  Duff just grinned and swung their arms back and forth.

Izzy let go once again, and tried to put his hand back in his pocket. Duff just shook his head, and pulled it back out again. Izzy was getting irritated and decided he'd had enough of Duff's antics. Angrily, he shoved his hand in his pocket and turned his head away from Duff, giving him the cold shoulder.

As Duff moved to grab Izzy's hand back out of his pocket and entwine their fingers together, Izzy stopped walking and glared at him. "Don't" he warned, his eyes flashing dangerously.

Duff just pouted and waved his hands around in the air. "Why not?"

Izzy didn't know what to say. "Because, it's freezing, that's why!"

Duff just blinked at him like he was an idiot. "But my hands are warm!"

Izzy just started walking again and refused to hold hands with Duff. Duff just moped around, sulking. It was well known in the hell house that Duff had no shame and wasn't above publicly humiliating people if he didn't get his own way.

One time he'd wanted to visit the record store but Axl had said no. They were only down there for a booze run, nothing else. So, Duff, being shameless and all, wrapped his arms around Axl's waist in the middle of the street and began acting like they were a gay couple.

"Come on sweetheart, the shoe shop is this way." Duff yelled loudly in the gayest voice possible. A group of guys were walking past and began laughing at Axl, who by this time, was fuming.

He turned around and began hitting and scratching every part of Duff he could find. This only made things worse, as Duff kept up the gay act.

"Not now Axe baby! We're in public!" He squealed, pretending that the scratches were affectionate. Axl just turned bright red and gave up, dragging Duff to the record store and even letting him buy the new Aerosmith album that was out.

So, Duff began plotting what he could do to make Izzy hold hands with him. He began walking in front of Izzy, shaking his butt as he did so and making crazy hand gestures. After a few blocks, Izzy looked over at Duff, dancing like an idiot down the street. Izzy burst into laughter and Duff turned around, cocking his eyebrow before striking a pose and trying his hardest to look sexy.

"Hey there sugar, don't see you around these parts often. Are you from around here?" He interrogated, stalking over to Izzy and wiggling his eyebrows. Izzy was biting back a laugh and even started playing along with it.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Izzy giggled triumphantly. He knew what Duff was trying to do, and it wasn't going to work.

Duff knew that hitting on Izzy wasn't going to work, so he thought he'd try the gay act. Though with Izzy, Duff would have to seem innocent and completely unaware of the gayness. That way, Izzy would look like a gay predator. Nothing bugged Izzy more than when people made him look like an ass in public.

Duff stopped in the middle of the strip, and grinned wickedly at Izzy. Izzy knew that look, and it usually meant trouble. Izzy panicked and jogged over to Duff, plastering his hands over Duff's mouth before Duff screamed out something stupid. The two wrestled it out for a while, with Izzy fighting to keep Duff quite and Duff trying to get free.

After a few seconds of struggle and funny looks from the people passing by, Duff finally got free. Izzy prepared himself for the worst.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MAN ON MAN ACTION IZZY?"

Izzy squealed and jumped on Duff, wrestling him into a headlock. 'What did you just say?' Izzy whispered violently before Duff jerked his head around and screamed at the top of his lungs.

"RAPE! RAPE! SOMEONE HELP ME! I'M BEING RAPED BY A GAY MAN!"

People had stopped what they were doing to look over at Duff and Izzy. Or rather, the man being raped by another man.

Izzy yelped and let go of Duff, not wanting to attract any more attention. "Fine, you win! I give up, what the hell do you want?"

Duff just smiled and grabbed Izzy's hand, interlocking their fingers. "There, was that so hard?"

Izzy looked at Duff and shook his head. "I can't believe you did that."

Duff just laughed and they continued walking, holding hands the whole time.