I Promise

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Shawn struggled weakly against the handcuffs binding him to the bed on which he lay, naked. He let out a frustrated whimper as it did nothing but make his wrists hurt. He slumped back on the bed in defeat. He still wasn't quite sure who he got here. The last thing he remembered was entering the bar and ordering a drink. After that, nothing. Just a fuzzy sort of darkness. He whimpered again.

"Oh Shawn," the taunting voice came from the shadows of the room. Shawn struggled to see who was standing there but it was useless.

Shawn was afraid. Why wouldn't he be. He was handcuffed to a bed, naked and he couldn't remember how he got there. A mysterious voice in the shadows was taunting him. A voice that was vaguely familiar. If only he could remember.

"You know," the voice said, a slightly sing-songy tone to it. "that look suits you very well. Lying on my bed, naked and writhing like the little slut that you are." Suddenly, the person stepped out of the shadows, a sick, evil grin on his face. And Shawn knew.

"Oh God no," Shawn breathed in horror.

"Oh God yes," Chris Jericho said, moving closer to the man on the bed like a lion stalking its prey.

"Chris please don't." Shawn begged. Chris just laughed.

"Oh Shawn, I'll have you begging for me before long." Shawn shivered.

"Chris--" he was cut off.

"No Shawn, my little slut. From tonight you are mine." Chris crawled onto the bed and straddled Shawn. Shawn started to struggle.

"Chris, please don't. Please." Shawn's legs were roughly spread apart.

"Chris!" he felt a finger probing at his entrance.

"Don't!"

Shawn sat up in bed, drenched in a cold sweat.

"Shawn," Shawn turned. Hunter was sitting up in the bed they shared as well. "are you alright?" Shawn tried to slow his heart rate and breathing back to normal.

"Shawn," Hunter saw that Shawn was trying hard not to cry. "Come here." Hunter held his arms out. Shawn crawled over and lay his head on Hunter's chest. Hunter wrapped his arms tightly around his lover. Shawn's body shook as he finally let the tears go. Hunter whispered comforting things to him and gently rubbed his back.

"Its ok Shawn," Hunter said. Shawn looked up at him through his tear-filled eyes.

"I dreamed about it again." he said, bowing his head and avoiding Hunter's eyes.

"I know Shawn." Hunter said. "you didn't deserve what Jericho did to you. You know that right?"

Shawn nodded.

"But I can't help but think...if I had been more careful...if I hadn't let him put that stuff in my drink that night----"

"Shawn! Stop thinking like that. Its not your fault. There is nothing you could've done. Don't blame yourself for what that asshole did." Hunter said forcefully. Shawn looked up at his lover.

"Its been 6 months Hunter and I still can't get him out of my head. He's always there. He's always there..." Shawn curled in on himself. Hunter tightened his hold on Shawn.

"Shawn baby, I'm here for you. You know that. You can talk to me about anything."

"Why can't he just leave me alone?" Shawn said, breaking down again.

"Oh Shawn, I don't know. But we'll get through this together baby. I promise." Hunter let Shawn cry himself to sleep on his chest. Once Shawn had fallen asleep, Hunter flipped out the light, pulled the covers over both of them, and pulled Shawn closer to him.

"We'll get through this together baby, I promise. I promise." He whispered. He closed his eyes and fell asleep with Shawn in his arms.

A/N From The Kliq: So what do you think? Should we continue this fic or just leave it as this little one shot? Review the fic and tell us what you think. Thank You: El Tejano, Wrestle Gurl, Snape Granger, Hawk, and Hermano.