A/N: You honestly do not want to know where I got the storyline for this from. All I can say is that you will probably love it or kick my ass for it. Everything in this story is made up and cannot happen in any way, shape, or form whatsoever in real life. I own none of the wrestlers involved in this story and I have no power over them or their bodies. R&R. Enjoy.

Curse of the New Moon

Alex

Alex hated this time of month. The new moon that occurred every month was a pain in his ass. As far as he knew, there were only two other guys that he knew, both wrestlers, that suffered from the same curse he did. That didn't make him feel any better though, considering they didn't work for TNA. And although he had their phone numbers, he wasn't going to call them. They were both going through the same exact thing he was and he knew that they'd be hiding somewhere. Like he should be. But he wasn't.

For some God awful reason, he decided to not hide out like usual. Instead, he decided to go to the hotel bar wearing the clothes he usually wore during the new moon. His clothes were simple: a black tank top and jeans, and they fit him perfectly. He would have had his hoodie on, but he left it up in the room and he couldn't go back there, not like this. There was a chance he'd run into Chris and he'd die if Chris saw him like this.

With boobs and a vagina.

Ever since he was a teenager, Alex would change into a girl once a month during the new moon. No one knew why; not his parents, not his doctor, and definitely not himself. It was a simple fact of Alex's life, just like it was a fact that he was a wrestler and in love with his best friend. A best friend who also happened to be his tag-team partner and who had absolutely no idea about his condition. Anyway, Alex had been like this since he was a teenager. Once, his mom speculated that Alex was going through a natural cycle, like a girl's period, and that's why he'd turn into a woman with long, brown hair and real boobs. While that wasn't the greatest theory, it was the best one Alex and his family had come up with. Having this curse, being like this, was why Alex, John, and Evan often locked themselves in a room alone for twenty-four hours.

But instead of him being smart, Alex decided to go to the hotel's bar. Granted, he felt a strong pull, a compulsion almost, to do so, but still. He shouldn't have decided to roam, especially when he felt a pair of strong hands gently clasp his shoulders. Automatically, Alex's entire being tensed up. No one aside from his family had ever touched him in this state. His heart started beating faster and his face turned red. A shocked jolt passed through his body as he heard the guy speak.

"Hey. You looked lonely sittin' here by yourself, so I decided to come over and keep you company."

It was Chris and he had just picked out the rat he was going to take back to the room. Their room; the one in which Alex's beloved hoodie sat on the floor. Keeping his gaze focused on his beer, Alex tried to let Chris down gently.

"No thanks. I don't need any company." Chris remained unfazed and he sat down beside Alex close enough so that their shoulders brushed.

"You don't mean that." Alex rolled his eyes and flicked his long hair past his shoulders.

"Uh, yeah, I do, asstard." Chris laughed and grabbed Alex's chin gently, forcing brown eyes to meet blue.

"No, you don't. If you did, you would have looked at me when you said it." At times like this, Alex wondered if Chris actually did know about his curse. Even though, to Chris, Alex was just a random rat, he was right. If Alex did mean what he had said, he would have looked Chris in the eye. And he didn't. He wanted the older man close, he wanted to kiss him, fuck him, and love him. But Chris wasn't gay, and even if he was, he'd never want or love a freak like Alex.

"So, what's your name, sugar?" Alex almost scoffed at the pet name and at the smirk on Chris' face. Instead, he looked away and took a swig from his beer.

"Alex." Chris' smirk widened and he pulled Alex closer.

"You look like an…Alex." Hearing Chris say his name in such a husky tone made him shiver.

"I-I guess." He nearly gasped when Alex felt Chris' lips on his neck, placing soft, tender kisses on it. Chris' administrations continued, a soft moan escaping Alex's lips, and he felt Chris smirk.

"God, you're beautiful, 'Lex." More kisses were peppered on his neck and continued upward until Chris' lips connected with his own. Alex lost all control at that point, and he kissed Chris back hungrily.

The kiss was hot and heavy, full of passion and lust, and it was just the type of kiss Alex always imagined he'd share with Chris. He scooted closer to the older man, wanting to be closer, needing to be closer. When Chris placed both of his hands on Alex's hips and hoisted him onto his lap, Alex nearly died. They were so fucking close and much more intimate than they've ever been. And Alex knew he needed to stop this. No one, aside from his family, had ever seen him like this, let alone talk to him, hold him, or kiss him. In this cursed state, Alex was a virgin. Although he's had sex as a man, though not since he discovered his feelings for Chris , Alex hasn't had sex as a woman. After all, who'd want to fuck a freak like him?

Chris, apparently.

"We should take this back to the room." Dumbfounded and light-headed, Alex nodded mutely. With their hands clasped together, Alex followed Chris back to their hotel room.

Their trip back to the room took longer than it actually should have. Chris stopped Alex a few times in order to make out with him. It was as if Chris had zero patience; their kisses became more urgent and needy, and Chris' hands were everywhere on his body. His body felt like it was on fire, and their last make out session almost ended with Alex riding Chris in the fucking hallway. By the time they arrived at their room, Alex was practically begging Chris to fuck him. Some of the shit Chris said and did to him turned Alex on so God damned bad that he was almost positive the older man knew about his cursed state.

Finally, after fumbling around with the key card, Chris managed to open the door and they stumbled in. Chris was all over him in a heartbeat and they started kissing once again. Guiding Alex backwards until he hit the bed, Chris pulled away, smirking triumphantly, and pushed the brunette onto the bed. Chris climbed on top of him and attacked his neck and collarbone with kisses and bites that drove Alex insane. Alex's hands were all over the body above him; touching him, feeling him. One hand came to rest on Chris' clothed erection, and he began to massage Chris through his jeans. A smirk cross his face when Chris stopped kissing his neck and moaned, his hips thrusting into Alex's hand.

"God, 'Lex…so damn…good." Alex continued stroking Chris until the older man couldn't take it anymore and pulled away. Sitting back, Chris tugged his shirt off and tossed it to the side. The brunette's brown eyes raked over his partner's toned body, milking in every little detail, which made Chris smirk. Leaning in, Chris' lips caressed Alex's ear as he spoke.

"Go on, 'Lex. Touch me."

Alex's hands shot out and started to roam over Chris' chiseled chest, stroking his abs with tender care. Although he's seen Chris' gorgeous body countless times, he's never been able to touch him; not like this, anyway. Chris' hands were running down Alex's chest, sending pleasant shivers throughout his body when they raked over his boobs and stopped when they came to the end of the tank top. Gripping the material, Chris lifted it up and over Alex's head, and the younger man swore silently at himself for not having put a bra on. A blush started coloring his face and Alex turned his head away from Chris in shame, afraid that his best friend really did know who he was. But instead of hearing remarks of disgust and anger, Alex hears a gentle intake and release of breath before Chris covered his body and turned Alex's head back towards him.

"Alex, you are so fucking beautiful. So fucking beautiful…"

Alex should have realized that this wasn't how Chris usually treated rats, especially after his break up with Jaime, but he couldn't form a single, coherent thought. Chris was kissing him and touching him and Alex's senses were on fire; all of a sudden, Chris was all around him and he just couldn't get enough.

Hands roamed and fierce kisses were exchanged until one of Chris' hands trailed down to Alex's jeans. His hand went underneath the waist bands of the jeans and the boxers and started touching him. It was a very odd sensation, seeing as how Alex had never been touched there, but it felt good after a while. Actually, having Chris' fingers there felt fucking amazing and he begged for more. Retracting his hand, Chris unbuttoned and unzipped Alex's jeans before tugging them down along with the brunette's Batman boxers. Kicking them off, Alex shifted, slightly uncomfortable, underneath Chris' gaze. Lifting his left hand, Chris placed it on Alex's chest and ran it down between his boobs and all the way to his lower stomach before it stopped. Hesitantly, Alex looked up at Chris and saw that the older man's blue eyes were filled with lust, want, and love, and completely focused on his hand. Then, his eyes flickered to meet Alex's brown ones and he smiled as he stood up and removed his own pants and boxers. Alex moaned at the sight of Chris' proud erection and he pulled Chris to him, forcing him on top as they kissed.

Easily, with no effort at all, Chris situated himself in between Alex's legs and spread them apart with his thighs. Alex moaned as Chris kissed, sucked, and bit at his chest while his hands stroked his sides. The younger man pulled Chris closer, his hands running through soft, blonde hair and stroked the strong, muscular back of his partner. Suddenly, Chris surged forward and entered him, breaking through his walls and barriers. Digging his nails into Chris' back, Alex cried out in both pleasure and pain. Chris' movements stilled, and he lifted his head, realization and concern apparent in his blue eyes.

"Oh shit, 'Lex… I didn't-"

"Just shut up and move, moron!"

Nodding, Chris leaned down and kissed Alex, rough and hard, before he pulled himself out and entered him again. A strangled sound, like a mix between a cry and a moan, escaped Alex's lips and Chris broke away to trail hot kisses down his neck. Chris continued to thrust in and out of Alex's tight heat, setting a fast, urgent rhythm that made Alex feel fan-fucking-tastic and he clawed at Chris, wanting him close, needing him close. Feeling Chris inside him, feeling his kisses and his bites, was like a dream: too good to be true. Yet here they were, having the hottest, most passionate sex of his life. And he never wanted it to end.

All too soon, Alex felt his stomach tighten and he knew that he was going to cum soon. Judging by how rough and erratic Chris was becoming, he, too, was close, and the thought of Chris filling him up with his seed made Alex moan loudly. Nibbling his way up to Alex's ear, Chris kissed it before he spoke.

"Come for me, baby. Scream my name, Let everyone know who you belong to."

Hearing Chris' voice was what did it, and Alex cried out Chris' name loudly as Chris entered him one last time, making him see white light. After one last thrust, Chris came deep inside him, growling out Alex's name as though he were claiming a mate. Panting, Alex fell back onto the bed, Chris following suit and landing on top of him, panting as well. They laid there in silence, coming down from their respective highs, and eventually Chris rolled off of Alex. Tired and about to fall asleep, Alex turned and cuddled into Chris, sighing softly. He was asleep within seconds.

. . . . .

Alex woke up back to his normal, all male self. It was a little after two-thirty in the morning, so he had more than enough time to get some more sleep before he had to get up. But as he relaxed, he realized that he wasn't in his own bed, that he was snuggled up close to someone, that that someone was Chris, and that they were both naked. Memories from the night before started flooding his mind and Alex practically flung himself away from Chris, waking the blonde instantly. Scrambling back on the floor, Alex didn't stop until his back hit the wall. And then, he was trapped.

Trapped between Chris and the wall. Trapped between the horrible scene that was to follow and the most amazing evening he's had in a long time.

Chris stood up, shaking his head and looking tired and confused and so damn beautiful. Such a sight almost made Alex whimper, but he didn't. He had to stay quiet. Since Chris was probably pissed beyond belief, Alex definitely wouldn't help himself if he said anything. His only option was to take his punishment, punishment for not listening to reason and giving into temptation. Alex should have hid out in the room or something last night instead of whoring himself out to his straight best friend who probably hated his guts now.

"'Lex? What're you doing on the floor?" Alex didn't say anything. He just sat there, staring at the floor with a sheet wrapped around his body, waiting for the disgust and rage and hatred to fill Chris' voice when he realized what had happened and how much of a freak Alex was. But none of that came. Chris crouched down in front of him and forced him to look at him, his blue eyes full of concern.

"What's wrong, baby?" Alex tried to get away from him, but to no avail. He was already backed up against the wall, and it was crystal clear that Chris had no intentions of letting him go.

"Alex…? Alex! Patrick, dammit, stop it and look at me!"

That made Alex stopped. Chris never used his real name, not unless he had too or was angry. Alex flinched away from him and went still, allowing Chris to approach him, his entire body shaking. He had been such a fucking idiot. If he hadn't given into to Chris the night before, he'd still have his best friend. But it was too late to take any of it back and he was going to lose the one person he cared for above all others, the only person that helped him get through the day alive and in one piece. It was the most unbearable feeling in the world.

"Sorry! I'm sorry…I'm so fucking sorry, Chris! I didn't…I didn't mean to…I just…I'm sorry I didn't tell you!"

"Alex, what the hell are you talking about?" Tears were flooding his brown eyes, and Alex fought in vain to keep them at bay. Unfortunately, they started to fall regardless of his wishes and Chris scooted closer to him, wiping the tears away as he let Alex continue.

"I…I should have told you...what I was… I'm a freak, I know! A sick, disgusting freak and I'll understand if you hate me and want nothing to do with me. I just…God, I couldn't say no to you and I…I… Just… I'm sorry!" As he apologized, Chris pulled him into his arms and held him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and trying to calm him down. When Alex had calmed down enough, Chris placed a loving kiss on Alex's forward and pulled away so he could look into red, puffy brown eyes.

"Alex, listen to me, okay?" Alex nodded before Chris continued.

"I've known for a while now that you turn into a girl during the new moon."

"Wh-what?" Alex couldn't believe it. He honestly could not believe it. Chris knew…he knew about his curse for a while now? But how…?

"One night, I came back from the bar and you were in the shower. I stumbled into the bathroom because I had to take a leak, but I stopped when I saw you, and let me tell you, I've never been more thankful for shitty, clear shower curtains in my whole life." Alex continued to look dumbfounded and Chris continued.

"Anyway, I saw you through the shower curtain, and I was completely floored. You were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. You were so flawless…so beautiful. I slept with the most uncomfortable hard on ever. I couldn't figure out what was going on though, so I kept my eyes on you and I watched you and I noticed something. Every new moon, my best friend would turn into the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on."

"So you…you like me? But only the…female me?" Alex's heart sank, but Chris started talking again, drawing his attention back to the older man.

"At first, yeah. I liked you, but just the female you. But that was what got me to notice you. All of you, and before I knew it, I was falling in love with my best friend. That's why I broke up with Jaime. She may be hot, but she has nothing on you, both forms of you." Alex felt more tears start to well up and he tried to look away, but Chris wouldn't let him.

"But…but…I'm a freak! Chris, I'm a horrible, disgusting, dirty freak! Who would want to be with someone like…like me?" Chris' eyes hardened and he pulled Alex closer to him so that they were only a few centimeters apart.

"You listen to me, Patrick Martin. You are not a freak. You got me? You. Are. Not. A. Freak. You have a unique condition, one that you didn't ask for, and you can't help that. You're beautiful, Pat. I see it; your family sees it. Why can't you?"

"You..you've talked to my family about…this?" Chris smiled softly and placed a loving kiss on Alex's forehead.

"Yeah, I talked to them about it. I wasn't too sure about my findings, so I went to them, and they confirmed everything." Alex couldn't believe it. This was way too good to be true. Releasing a shaky laugh, Alex looked down, unsure and uncomfortable.

"You're not ribbing me, are you?" Chris growled and he stood up, pulling Alex with him, causing the sheet to fall from his body. Grabbing his hands, Chris forced Alex to touch his erect manhood.

"Does it look like I'm ribbing you, Alex?" Alex shook his head and he slowly started to stroke Chris' member, causing the older man to lean in closer to him, placing kisses on his already marked neck.

"You're so gorgeous, Alex. And you're mine. All mine. You got that?" Alex whimpered as Chris pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around him.

"Y-yeah…I got it." Chris smiled and kissed Alex, making the younger man moan and press their bodies closer together.

"I love you, Alex. So fucking much. I'm sorry it took me so damn long to figure it out." Rubbing Alex's bare back, Chris pulled the brunette towards the bed. Alex complied and followed him, laying on top of him when Chris pulled him down.

"I…I love you…too, Chris." God, saying it out loud was hard for him, but Alex would freely admit that it was worth it.

He may have been a freak, but he was Chris' freak, and that was more than enough to put him to sleep at night.

A/N: To answer a few questions that may pop up, Alex was, indeed, a girl when Chris picked him up. Alex is definitely insecure about his, uh, feminine problem and about his feelings. And Chris really does love him.

I know that you must be thinking that I'm crazy, but I've been wanting to write this for a while now. Also, there will be two other chapters, though they won't focus on Alex and Chris. The next one will be about John Cena and the last will be about Evan Bourne. Both were mentioned in the story above. I hope you liked it!