This is my very first Wrestling slash fic. I have made wrestling slash videos before, but never actually written a story. I've read a bunch of awesome ones, and I'll list a few in a few of the coming chapters possibly. I chose to do a Shawn/Dave fic because of a clip on Youtube. Here's the link if you're curious: (youtube(DOT)com/watch?vTMGfK7m94) Please R&R if you don't mind. Without further ado...Hidden Desires
Opening
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Batista's POV
I smirked as he continued to rattle on, followed by saying, "Good luck." . I grinned and adjusted the way I was standing again, watching his lips move and the way his blue eyes sparkled slightly. He smiled as he talked, like he knew something and was just beginning to work it all out, and thereby displaying, the cat-ate- the-canary smile. He was so cute when he got fired up. I couldn't help myself, I shook my head slightly. He then extended his hand. I stared at him, almost incredulously, but the expression was a fake one. I sighed and accepted his offer. I slid my hand into his and shook it.
For a few moments, our eyes locked and he just stared at me. I gazed back at him, my dark eyes probably betraying nothing, just as I had ensured. I kept my emotions locked away from others, I always had. It worked better that way. He nodded his head and turned to walk away. The script said at that point he was supposed to walk back up the ramp with me standing in the ring with "murder in my eyes."
Though, as he began to walk away, desire overcame me and I pulled him to me with one hard jerk of my arm. He spun around with the force and landed smack against my chest, reminding both of us, that though he was "The Showstopper," I was still stronger than him. The desire that had raced over me, now pulsed over my skin in waves. I stared down into his serene blue eyes, and I began to feel lost. I was getting lost in his eyes. Me, the one who never lost control, felt myself beginning to slip away. I leaned my face closer to his, without much thought as to what I was doing, without much thought as to the fact that we were on live TV in front of millions of people, not to mention the ones in the crowded arena around us.
Shawn realized my intention before I had fully thought it through. He pulled away from me quickly, but, in the moments before, I saw a flash of emotion streak across his eyes. I'd have bet anything that it was desire, but, then again, that could've just been wishful thinking. He pulled his hand out of mine firmly and then began walking backwards, keeping his eyes on me the whole time. He started again and I grinned, just shaking my head. As he stood there I brushed past him, my eyes staying on him. I don't think I could've looked away from him even if I had wanted to. I purposely ran my shoulder into his, and he stumbled back half a step. I smiled again at how he still tried to prove himself my better when it was physically impossible when judged by sheer mass. He didn't look up at me, but kept his eyes on the ground. I eyed him one more time before climbing out of the ring and walking back up the ramp. My mind was flying with thoughts, and I needed to get back to the locker room before anybody else got there and I could sit in the silence and think.