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Truth Or Dare (Multiple Ships)

~Axl Rose POV. Ships: Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee, Mick Mars x Eric Carr, Vince Neil x Slash, Axl Rose x Izzy Stradlin, Duff McKagan x Steven Adler~

It's the summer of '89, and we're crammed into some dingy hotel suite somewhere on the Sunset Strip. The air is thick with cigarette smoke, cheap whiskey, and that unmistakable mix of hairspray and leather. The kind of place where time stands still, and you don't really care. The kind of place where rockstars come to unwind, or to spiral, depending on who you ask. And right now? We're all just here, a little buzzed and a lot stupid, playing a game we haven't touched since we were kids: truth or dare.

I'm sitting on the couch, the dim light from the hotel lamp flickering just enough to cast shadows on the faces of the other guys. This is one of those nights where anything could happen, and it usually does. I glance around—Tommy's bouncing on his seat like an over-caffeinated puppy, Vince is eyeing Slash like he's about to bite him, and Steven's already slurring something about a hamster.

I look over at Izzy, who's sprawled out on the floor like he's trying to vanish into the carpet. We're already pretty far gone, but I know he's probably going to be the one who brings the chaos when it's his turn.

"Alright, alright, let's get this over with," I grumble, feeling the weight of the tequila shot I just slammed down.

"Sure, Axl," Izzy says, his voice dry like he's swallowed a cactus. His grin is wicked, the kind that says he's already planning something.

"Let's do it then," Slash chimes in, his voice thick with that low, drawling tone that means he's two steps away from making a snarky comment.

Mick, ever the observer, is sitting back with his arms crossed, his pale face half-hidden behind his wild hair. I can tell he's silently judging all of us. Whatever. He's Mick Mars. He gets a free pass.

Tommy slaps the floor with a sudden enthusiasm, his hands flying up. "I'm in! I'm in! You guys need some real fucking action here."

"Yeah, we need you to shut up for once, Tommy," Nikki quips, rolling his eyes. He's already drunk, and it's only a matter of time before his mood swings from sarcastic to flat-out cruel. I know he's just trying to entertain himself at this point.

"I'll be the judge, I guess," Nikki says, tossing a glance at Tommy before his eyes land on me. "Axl, it's your turn."

I almost choke on my own spit. "What? Me?"

"Yeah," Slash says with a lazy smirk. "Truth or dare, Rose."

"Truth," I say quickly, not wanting to take any chances.

Izzy raises an eyebrow. "Alright, big man, let's see... If you could kiss one of us right now, who would it be?"

I roll my eyes. "That's your idea of a truth?"

"Yeah," he says, leaning in, his voice dripping with mischief. "Come on, Axl, answer the question. You know you wanna kiss one of us."

I pause, considering my options. The truth is, I'd probably kiss Izzy, if I'm being honest. Not because it's some deep desire or anything, but because his sarcastic smirk is enough to make anyone second-guess their whole existence.

"Alright," I say, leaning back on the couch. "Fine. I'd kiss Izzy."

Izzy's grin grows ten times wider. "See? Told you, baby. I'm irresistible."

"Whatever," I mutter, rolling my eyes, though there's a small smile tugging at my lips.

"Alright, Axl," Vince says, his voice low and full of intention. "You're next. You got a dare coming."

I turn to see Vince, his platinum blonde hair falling in his eyes, staring at Slash like he's about to make some kind of move. It's not hard to tell what he's thinking—Vince's little crush on Slash has been a running joke for months now.

"Alright, Vince," Slash says, dragging the moment out just to mess with him. "What's it gonna be? Dare?"

Vince bites his lip, like he's having a little too much fun with the game. "Dare," he says, leaning in. "I dare you to... kiss me."

I swear, the room goes silent for half a second. Tommy's face lights up, like he's been handed a golden ticket to a front-row seat at the circus. Slash, on the other hand, looks completely unfazed, his smirk never leaving his face.

Vince's grin only widens. "Come on, man. Don't be shy."

Slash leans back in his seat, making a show of looking bored. "I'm not shy," he says, voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I gotta warn you, Neil. I'm really bad at kissing."

Vince laughs, and before anyone can stop him, he's leaning forward, pulling Slash in for a quick, sloppy kiss. The whole room bursts into laughter, with Tommy practically rolling on the floor, and Mick Mars is just shaking his head, muttering something about "kids these days."

"Okay, okay, my turn," Vince says, wiping his lips like he's trying to get rid of the evidence. He leans forward, eyes locking onto Tommy's, and I can already feel the tension in the air. Tommy, with his usual stupid grin, is ready for anything.

"Tommy Lee," Vince says slowly. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Tommy says without hesitation, like he's already planning his next antic.

Vince leans back, clearly amused by the game. "I dare you to kiss Nikki."

The room freezes. Nikki stares at Tommy like he's just been offered a million dollars, then shakes his head, clearly fighting a grin. "You're out of your damn mind, Vince."

Tommy, however, has a different idea. Without missing a beat, he leans over and kisses Nikki right on the lips. The room erupts into laughter, with Steven jumping up and doing some ridiculous victory dance.

"I can't believe you actually did it," I say, trying not to laugh.

Nikki just shrugs, completely unbothered, but I can see the corners of his mouth twitching. "It's fucking Tommy, man. What else am I gonna do?"

"Okay, okay, who's next?" Izzy asks, his eyes glinting mischievously.

It's Steven's turn, and he looks more than ready for some fun. "I dare you to... kiss Duff."

The whole room goes dead silent again.

Steven stands up, a goofy grin spreading across his face. "What, you don't think I can do it?" he says, then leans in to plant a quick peck on Duff's cheek.

Duff, ever the cool guy, barely flinches. "Yeah, whatever, man. It's not like I haven't been kissed by worse."

The whole place bursts into laughter, and I'm pretty sure half of the hotel guests think they've just stumbled into a circus.

Finally, it's my turn, and I look around the room. My eyes settle on Izzy. "Truth or dare?" I ask, voice low.

Izzy leans back, his lips curling into that damn smirk again. "Dare," he says without hesitation.

I think for a moment, then grin. "I dare you to kiss me."

Izzy's eyes narrow, but he's not exactly afraid of me. He gives me a shrug and then, without another word, leans forward. His lips are soft, and for a split second, I feel like I might actually die of embarrassment. But then he pulls back, his smirk never leaving his face.

"Happy now?" he asks, and the room goes wild.

"God, you two are pathetic," Tommy mutters, wiping fake tears from his eyes.

By the end of the night, we're all a little more than tipsy, laughing at things that don't even make sense anymore. But as the laughter fades into the early hours of the morning, it's clear that tonight—goofy, stupid, and drunken as it was—was one of those nights you'll never forget.

And somehow, through all the dares and truths, we all ended up a little closer than before. Even if it was just for the night, and even if we probably won't remember half of it in the morning.

It's rock 'n' roll, baby. And sometimes, it's all about the chaos.

~Truth Or Dare~