By Amanda
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Of course I don�t own any of the boys... damn I wish I did!! These events never happened, and as far as I know the quiz never existed. No infringement was intended.
"Hey Slash, you seen this yet?" Steven asked from his spot on the couch. In his hand he held a teen magazine, one with a bunch of stuff about Guns n Roses on the cover.
"Hmm. What?" Slash lifted his head from his own magazine, flicking the ashes from the end of his smoke.
"This." The blonde held the book up, open to a page he'd been reading.
"No, what's it say?" Slash asked, closing his magazine and propping his heels up on the desk to finish his cigarette.
"It says--," Steven cleared his throat as another guns member entered the room, interrupting him.
"Careful Stevie, might hurt yourself with all those big words." Duff grinned, shoving Steven's feet off the couch to take a seat for himself. The smaller blonde stuck his tongue out and plopped his feet down in Duff's lap.
"Would you stop fucking flirting and read the damn article!" Slash cursed leaning forward to put out his smoke in the ash tray. Steven blushed and Duff stifled a giggle.
"Fine, bitch," Steven coughed the words before turning his eyes back to the paper, "It says... Which Guns Member are you? Take this quiz to reveal who you would be, if you were a member of the best metal band in history. Would you be the frontman with amazing looks, and a voice that could kill?"
"Hell." Slash snickered.
Steven laughed, "Or would you be the sexy mysterious lead guitarist Slash, with skill, brain and bronze, and a stomach full of boose?" He paused, Duff holding his stomach and rolling in a fit of laughter. Slash shot him a glare of daggers.
"What?" The raven haired man asked, lighting up another cigarette.
"Sexy?!?" Duff rolled some more. Slash calmly sat, puffing idly on his smoke regarding Duff with cool eyes until he'd settled himself.
"Done?" He asked, taking one last puff before balancing it on the edge of the ash tray.
"Whooo yeah, think so." Duff wiped tears from the corners of his eyes and sat back on the couch.
"Good." Slash stood, crossing the distance between his chair and the couch in a few long strides. He shoved Steven's feet from Duff's lap and straddled his waist.
"Jesus, Slash, what the fuck--." Was all the bassist got out before a pair of thick pink lips were crushed against his. Duff's hands flew to Slash's bare chest doing his best to resist. Duff's efforts were to no avail. Slash wouldnt budge. Steven watched the whole scene unfold with wide eyes. Duff's hands finally moved to the mop of wild curls atop of Slash's head, all efforts to escape now ceased. He felt the guitarists tongue brush past his bottom lip, asking permission for entry. Duff really had no choice. He parted his lips, letting Slash take complete control. His body tensed, feeling the effects of the treatment. Slash suddenly drew back, steadying himself by a hand on Duff's shoulders. The blonde looked at Slash with a dazed expression, his eyes almost as wide as Stevens.
"Ya think that was sexy?" Slash had a crooked grin on his face. Duff shook his head, blonde spilling over his shoulder.
"No way." He managed. Slash laughed, throwing his head back, his curls finally leaving his dark eyes. He arched an eyebrow, and before Duff had time to defend himself Slash grabbed his crotch, a wide grin spreading across his face.
"Ffffuck." Duff cursed, his head falling back against the couch once again.
"You lying little slut."Slash let go and moved off the blonde, backing his way to his previous chair. Duff swallowed hard before bringing his head up, to face the raven haired guitarist. He couldnt say anything... what was there to say? Slash kissed him, it turned him on, and now his erection was pressing against the tight jeans he was wearing.
"Umm..... ooookay?" Steven sat up, drawing his knees to his chest and resting the magazine on them.
"Keep reading Steven, this is getting good." Slash picked his smoke up from the side of the tray, taking it between his full pink lips. The drummer gulped and reluctantly picked up where he left off.
"You could be Izzy, the silent, puppy faced rhythm guitarist, with looks to kill and talent to match."
"Talent? Izzy?" Slash snorted, taking a long drag from his smoke, rolling it between his fingers. Duff was mesmerized by the movement of the long slender objects moving rhythmically between his calloused fingers. He imagined himself in Slash's hands, in Slash's mouth, IN Slash. The guitarist knew he was silently taunting Duff, and he had every intention of acting on that just as soon as the time was right.
"You could turn out to be Duff Mckagen, the beautiful blonde bassist. He's talented, he's got those long legs, and he's---."
"A slut." Slash laughed, smoke drifting from his mouth as he doubled over in a fit of hilarity. Steven stifled a giggle with his hand over his mouth. Duff glared at Slash, well at least he tried to glare. He couldnt help but smile. He'd reached the end of his tolerance. He reached out, pulling the rolling chair currently occupied by the trouble maker himself. Slash's legs bumped the couch, halting the chairs movement.
"Fuck you dude." Duff grinned, grabbing Slash by the neck of his shirt and pulling him from the chair to his lap. Before Slash could protest he was engaged deep in a heated kiss. Duff's tongue probed along his bottom lip, until it was allowed to intrude that is. The blonde exerted the right amount of force to shove Slash to the spot beside of him, then shoving him down flat on the couch, narrowly missing the eluding Steven.
"Hey!!" He shouted, leaping from the couch. The pair ignored him, and continued their game of tonsil hockey. Steven stood, watching the whole scene unfold with a confused expression on his face.
"Umm..." He scratched his head, scooting the chair away from the couch, finally seating himself, magazine still in hand. "Umm... I'm gonna keep reading." He blushed upon hearing a deep moan from Slash. He glanced up only to see Duff's hand between their groins, massaging the bulge in Slash's pants. Clearing his throat, he concentrated on his page.
"Umm... You could be the stunningly cute, California blonde, Steven Adler. His drumming is hot and hard, just like his body and personality. His "dumb blonde" persona defines him perfectly." Steven arched an eyebrow at the passage.
"Fuck, Duff." Came a deep growl from Slash. Duff's lips were attached to his left nipple, his hands holding his shirt gathered beneath his neck. Again Steven blushed and looked away, back to the jumbled words on the page.
Just answer these five questions and then compare your answers to the key below to find out which heartthrob you are!
He scanned over the questions. It seemed easy enough. Out of curiosity he decided to take the quiz, and just see how accurate the outcome was.
"Mmm yeah, take it off!" Slash's cat call distracted him long enough to draw his shifty eyes from the page. Duff straddled the guitarist and pulled his shirt over his head, a devious grin spread across his pink lips.
"Umm... hey guys, wanna take this quiz?" He asked, scratching his head with the ink pen he'd retrieved from behind his ear.
"Sure, ask away." Duff replied, his lips moving against Slash's now naked chest.
Steven cleared his throat, this was terribly distracting.
"Okay..." He wanted them to stop, "Umm... Which of the following hair colors would you prefer on your mate? Red, Brown, Blonde, or Black."
"Guess." Slash chuckled and snatched a handful of blonde, pulling Duff up for an intense kiss. Steven checked blonde and assumed Duff would say black. He marked his own answer as well, moving on to question two.
"Ohhh Jesus, just fuck me dammit!" Slash growled suddenly, Duff snaking back down his body and biting the enormous bulge in his pants. His nails dug into the material beneath his sweaty, half nude body.
"If you insist." Duff smiled. Slash wrapped his legs around the blonde's waist, and his arms around his neck. Duff stood, lifting them both off the sofa. Slash's tongue darted out to the bassist's lobe, licking the length of his ear as they stumbled in the direction of the bedroom.
"Umm... guys?" Steven called after them.
"Later Steven!!" Snapped Duff before disappearing behind the doorframe. Steven sighed and folded his arms across his chest, a distinct pout on his face. Still he continued through the questions answering them to his preference. The noises from the next room were a bit enrapturing, but none the less, he reached the end of the quiz. He counted his letter choices and compared them to the key at the bottom of the page.
"Mostly A's..." He mumbled. His finger moved from line to line until he found the column that pertained to him.
If YOU selected mostly A's then this is your response. Mostly A's indicate that if you were a Guns n Roses member, you'd be none other than...
"DUFF?!?!" The magazine was promptly thrown across the room, slamming into the window. "But... but I'm NOT Duff!!!" He growled, clenching and unclenching his fists. He stood and went to the doorway where his friends disappeared. It was just dark enough that he couldnt distinguish what was what, but it was obvious what was happening. A mass of curls hovered over the midsection of what he assumed to be Duff.
"That fucking quiz was a fucking rip!!" He shouted, stepping inside.
"Oh?" Came Duff's breathy reply.
"It said I am YOU!!!"
There was a chuckle that could be identified as none other than Slash's.
"In that case, c'mere Stevie..."
THE END