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Death of Het

Chapter 3: Het Adam Meets Slash Adam…And His Demise

Slash Adam ran through slash Shawn and Hunters living room squealing excitedly. Slash Miz and Morrison broke away from their hot make out session long enough to watch amused and offer a chuckle at the blond. He bounded through the kitchen and down the basement stairs taking them two at a time and coming dangerously close to flying down them and hurting himself. When he saw his het self bound to a chair and looking very rattled he danced around in a little circle.

"What the fuck?" Het Adam tilted his head momentarily distracted from the seriousness of the situation. He was much too entertained with his slash self and wondered why the guy was dancing around…and in a leather mini skirt with matching knee high boots and a hot pink halter top.

"Oh I've never seen my het self this close!" Slash Adam strutted over excitedly and started to examine his het self closely. "Oh shit that beard has to go. Why would you ever allow something that nasty on your face?" Slash Adam shuddered dramatically and Punk and JBL both stood by watching the scene in amusement.

"Because I can." Het Adam replied snottishly curling his lip in disgust at his slash self. "Why are dressed in drag? You look like a freak." He shot back, causing slash Adam to stick his lip out in a pout.

"I'm a hell of a lot more attractive than you. Ick! In fact I think I look damn good!" He said standing up and twirling around. JBL nodded his agreement and Punk stomped on his toe, causing him to let out a yowl of pain and drop his cigar to the floor. "See right after you came out and chased us away from your house-oh goodness the look on your face was priceless when you stepped in that shit-I was called away by a writer. She put me in this. I kinda like so I brought it home. It makes me feel like a beauty queen!"

"Well I'm not here to talk fucking fashion with my gay self. But since you're here maybe you can convince them to let me go. I mean I know we're different but we're both Adam so you should sympathize with my current situation!"

Slash Adam stopped his twirling and tilted his head to the side in thought twirling a strand of his pretty hair around the end of his finger. A smirk twitched on his lips and he sauntered closer to his het self and knelt in front of him. Just to creep his het self out slash Adam ran his hand slowly up his het selfs leg. Het Adam struggled against the restraints in some stupid attempt to wiggle away from his slash selfs roaming hand. This only caused slash Adam to bite his lip and look up at him with big blue eyes full of a mischievous twinkle.

"Oh honey, don't struggle." Slash Adam squeezed the thigh of his het self.

"Come on, let me go!" Het Adam whined trying to tug harder on his restraints and only managing to bruise his wrists and ankles. At last he gave up and leaned back in the chair, defeated and panting. "You don't want them to hurt me…do you?"

"I don't want them to hurt you." Slash Adam replied feigning innocence. "I want to hurt you." Slash Adam clapped his hands together and laughing insanely.

He got up and ran over to JBL and Punk, his boot heels clicking against the floor.

"So what have you guys been doing to him so far?" Slash Adam asked in a lowered voice.

"Been tickling his feet with my hundreds." JBL replied fanning the bills out.

"Ooh…that's good!" Adam clapped JBL on the shoulder and the older man cast him a half-offended half-confused glance.

"Yeah and then I ran around in my hoody without pants making him wonder if I had any underwear on." Punk replied lifting his hoody to reveal his tightie-whities that were otherwise hidden.

"Yes!" Adam cheered and he and Punk exchanged victorious high fives.

"Hm…y'know you guys could share a victory kiss." JBL suggested grinning at the two young men.

"Well I don't know if--" Punk started to protest the idea but Adam put a quick end to it with his lips. He forced Punks lips apart and swirled his tongue into his mouth. JBL felt dizzy and had to steady himself by leaning on Shawn's washing machine.

"Oh, that's real good." The Texan all but moaned.

"Sick!" Came a disturbed voice from across the room. "Hell do you have to do that in front of me!"

Slash Adam released Punk's lips and turned around licking his lips and regarding the twisted expression on his het selfs face with curiosity.

"Oh…" Slash Adam mused. "You mean…you don't like it?"

"Fuck no!" Het Adam spat. "That's sick shit."

Slash Adam entwined his fingers with Punk's and dragged the raven haired man over to his het self.

"Does it gross you out?"

"Yes."

"Does it make you wanna heave?"

"Yeah I'm just lucky I didn't have breakfast this morning. You idiots kidnapped me before I could have my Wheaties." Het Adam pouted.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" Slash Adam dramatized looking sadly at his het self before bursting into a grin. "Not!" He smashed his lips to Punk's once more right in front of het Adam and Punk responded with exaggerated moans and groans to the horror of het Adam and the enjoyment of JBL who was practically drooling down the front of his shirt.

Slash Punk ran his hand up Adam's leg and under his short skirt which caused het Adam to start gagging and immediately squeeze his eyes shut.

"Hey none of that!" John yelled wagging his finger at het Adam. He stomped across the room and took a place behind the chair and forced het Adam's eyes open by pulling his eyelids up so he had to watch the intense make-out. JBL laughed evilly as het Adam begged and pleaded for them to end it all.

"Do you want it to stop?" John yelled in his ear. Het Adam sobbed unable to cope.

"Yes, yes I want it to end!"

John gasped suddenly startled when het Adam disappeared before his eyes. Phil and Adam stopped too with Adam biting at Phil's lip ring both wide eyed. Phil pulled away and reached his hand out uncertainly towards the now empty chair.

"Is he…really gone?"

"Let's check. I have his number in my phone and if he's really gone he won't be in there. It'll be like he never existed." Phil pulled out his phone and John and Adam crowded around him eagerly. Footsteps came down the basement stairs getting closer and closer. Shawn's voice came to them as he sauntered over to the threesome.

"Did you take care of him?"

Adam nodded as Phil shoved his phone back into his pocket. He turned to John they exchanged exclamations of victory.

"Slash Adam 3:16 says I just owned your ass!" Adam declared then burst into giddy giggles. All four turned when they heard more footsteps coming down the stairs heavier than Shawn's had been. It was Taker and he had the biggest smile ever stretched across his face which was a little strange to behold.

"We'll you're all mister smiley." Slash Adam greeted the big man.

"That was so fucking fun!" Mark looked so happy that he might explode.

"How's Vicki?" Shawn asked, already knowing the answer from Mark's expression.

"The bitch is non-existent! She's dead, she expired, she bit the bullet, she kicked the bucket, she's six feet under, she's worm food!" Mark sang as he grabbed Adam by the arm and danced a jig with him reminiscent of Finlay and Hornswoggle.

"Now…who will be next and…" Shawn said rubbing his hands together and running his tongue over his lips…then suddenly tilting his head to the side. "…and Adam why the hell are you wearing my leather mini-skirt?"

Reviews?I don't know where I got my personality for slash Adam from but I absolutely adore him now lol! As for Het Adam…we will mourn your death. Oh what the crap am I saying we will not mourn—we will laugh very loudly and non-discretely! AhahahaHA!