Title: Halloween Kisses
Author: YamixYuugiLover
Pairing: John CenaxSheamus (slight mentions of John/Nikki and Punk/Jericho)
Summary: Halloween is around the corner, and what better way for Sheamus to celebrate it with a certain Boston man messing with his feelings?
Rating: T; PG-13 for now; will turn to R; Mature in later chapters!
Disclaimer: I don't own WWE, or any of the characters that I play with as shown.
Warnings: Mentions of a little violence, and Cenamus fluff. This is in Sheamus' POV btw! :D (Doing this story in Sheamus' POV and the second chapter is in John's POV; will be switching up between them for this story.)
AN: Hello all! I'm so DAMN sorry I haven't been updating any of my stories lately. x.x -is shot down- I've been so busy with RL and shit, and I've been rping on Tumblr like a mofo. This story is dedicated to my wifey Jenny (To celebrate our one year rping our Cenamus OTP ship together) and to ladynights104 (Going to nickname you Lady cause yeah) for being an amazing person to talk to in general and for the Cenamus feels your stories still give me. ;3 I WILL update Love Bites for you, PROMISE! But for now, enjoy this story I have written, and know that the smut is on the way!
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He didn't know why, but Sheamus had the feeling that someone was watching his every move at Punk's Halloween themed birthday party. It didn't bother him until he started to dance with some of the Divas, for the feeling that the intensified and made him glance around while excusing himself from his current dance partner to get him some punch.
He twitched a bit as the feeling suddenly vanished from him as he took a sip of the fruity flavored punch, idly watching most of the roster dance until someone moved to stand next to him with a smile on their face upon seeing him.
"Hey Sheamus! Enjoying yourself so far tonight?" The person questioning him was none other than the Cenation leader himself, making the red head chuckle slightly as he nodded his head at Cena.
"Evenin' Cena! So far so good, fella!" Sheamus let his lips curl into a smile as he studied the man next to him for a moment: He was in a classic vampire costume, complete with the black tux with the long flowing red cape that was draped across his shoulders. His gaze raked up from his outfit to his face, taking in the thin red line of what appeared to be blood forming a line from John's bottom lip down to his chin, unconsciously making the red head lick at his own lips as if he was about to lick off the mess from the older man's chin and capture those parting lips in a kiss…
'Woah. Hold on there fella. He's already dating someone else, plus ya know he's straight and would more than likely punch ya in tha face for stealing a kiss from him…' The thought made the Irishman avert his gaze from John's lips down to the floor between them as he felt heat rise in his cheeks, not knowing why he felt such attraction towards the Cenation leader. He suspected that it was because of his charming personality and good looks, but something deep inside was telling him that it was something much more than attraction, and he couldn't pinpoint what the feeling was.
He blinked out of his thoughts when John cleared his throat at the silence that hung between the two men, eyes twinkling with amusement and mirth as he saw the faint blush that graced Sheamus's face.
"Come dance with me." The Boston native purred out, not waiting for the Irishman to think of a reply as he threaded their hands together and dragged the ginger out onto the dance floor, the smile on his face growing even wider at the surprise and shock still written on the younger man's face as he started slow dancing with him with him leading into the dance.
"Come on Sheamus. Don't be too surprised. You don't mind dancing with me do you?" He asked, an eyebrow quirking in question at the ginger in his arms.
"Errmmm…No. You are fine, Cena. Ah just…Never expected ya to dance with me of all people." Sheamus said as he finally snapped out of his shock and surprise, wondering why it felt…right to be this close with Cena. The redhead didn't even remember to check around him to see if other people saw them together as he stared into John's clear blue eyes, feeling captivated by how the blue hues glittered and brightly shined with the multitude of colors flashing upon the dance floor.
Somehow the whole world was fading away as Sheamus was once again staring at Cena's plump lips, ignoring the flush on his face at the thoughts he was having right now about the older man as their bodies were suddenly pressed together, suddenly wondering if he could get away with just one kiss while trying to ignore the lust and heat rising up within him at the heat radiating between their bodies. 'How can he be so damn attractive? Why am I feeling all these weird feelings for him for? Does he know what he is doing to me? God, I want to kiss him so badly right now….'
He felt his heart skip a beat in his chest when he thought he saw something flicker in the Boston man's eyes, as if he was having the same thoughts as him as he slowed down their dancing bodies to gaze directly into the younger man's eyes. Time seemed to slow down right then and there as both men slowly leaned into each other to close the space between them, their lips less than an inch apart now until the moment was shattered when someone tugged on the back of Cena's cape.
"Sorry John! But your girlfriend is wanting to leave now!" It was the Bella twin Nikki whom had interrupted them, causing Sheamus to suddenly pull away from Cena to mutter a few apologies at him while looking away, not noticing the frosty glare the Boston man gave Nikki.
"Thanks for tha dance. Ah'll see ya later, Cena. Good night." Sheamus turned around and left without awaiting for the older man to bid him good night as well, feeling such disappointment and misery pour into his thoughts, not wanting to look back at the couple behind him in fear his heart would feel jealousy from seeing the twin all over the Boston native.
'Don't know what I was thinking…I'll never be able to find someone like Cena for myself…' The thought only made him more upset than he should have been, quickly bidding Punk a happy birthday and a good night as he swiftly left the party, cursing that his hotel was a few blocks away and decided he'd just get drunk in his room when he got back to his room.
While he was walking down the chilly sidewalk that only had a handful of people on it in the first place, his mind kept on replaying the scene between him and Cena and how warm and right it felt to be in his embrace while slowly swaying to the music. And the almost kiss he had with the other; it was one memory that would serve as a piece of dream he could go on tonight to play around with, letting himself imagine all the different possibilities that could have happened between him and the Boston native.
Unbeknownst to the ginger, he was being watched. Chilling blue eyes watched his every move until the owner could forcefully pull the Irishman into the dark alleyway and have their way with him.
Sheamus was enjoying the daydream he was in, one involving him being in a steamy kiss with Cena in the middle of the dance floor when he was suddenly pulled into a pitch black alleyway, the yelp of surprise being muffled by a slightly chilly hand covering his mouth, his eyes trying to adjust to the darkness as he found he couldn't get out of the harsh pin he was in against the cold brick wall scrapping up against his back. Struggling was apparently not an option, for his attacker had a clear iron grip on him and didn't seem to be letting go of him anytime soon. For him being a big guy, Sheamus couldn't believe that someone was this strong to immobilize him like this.
The hand covering his mouth made him turn his head slightly up and to the side, another hand grasping at the scarf he wore for the night and tore it off his neck. Sheamus shivered a bit as the cool night breeze brushed against his neck, then let out a scream underneath the hand still covering his mouth as he felt something pierce his neck where his jugular was at, feeling lips attach around the wounds he knew was bleeding and sucked at the blood coming out of him. Minutes that felt like forever past as the Irishman felt weaker. As his attacker kept sucking and licking at his pierced throat, his vision getting blurry as he finally slumped into the attacker and almost didn't catch the words his attacker purred into his ear after he passed out from blood loss. He was gently scooped up into a pair of strong arms, his dreams now filled up with questions and no answers about the five words he last heard before he was swept away into the dreamworld:
"Couldn't resist….Kissing you, Stephen."
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AN: And that's it for Sheamus. LOL Up next: John and what is going on in his world when this happened. ;3