Title: Yeaoh!

Featuring: Shinsuke Nakamura/Many Others!

Disclaimer: Slash to the max. Maybe some violence. Language. The usual. Rated M!

Summary: "Yeaoh is...open to interpretation. Yeaoh is heat. As long as someone gives me heat, it doesn't matter who it is." A series of one-shots.

A/N: So, my new crop of Muses have finally arrived! And although I barely have time to write, they're as active as ever... In any case, I'm happy that ShinsukeMuse has BomaYe'd his way into my heart.

ShinMuse: Into your heart? Yeaoh!

…...In any case...Hope you enjoy! I'll put my shorter Shinsuke thoughts here, and make the longer ones into separate one-shots. He's like...the 2016 version of my ShawnMuse...whom I still love of course, haha.

And yes...the quote in the description is a direct quote from our beloved Strong Style King!

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Several bright-eyed NXT wrestlers sat around Finn Balor in a circle, their voices low hushed tones echoing in the semi-darkness of the empty Performance Center.

The whole place had been abuzz—Shinsuke freakin' Nakamura was coming to NXT. And although there were many who knew of him, there were precious few who knew the man behind the legend. His arrival was terrifying, and exciting, and mysterious all at the same time.

Finn Balor, of course, was one of the few who had been blessed enough to not only know the man, but to be a close, personal friend with the King of Strong Style.

Which was why, on this quiet Friday afternoon, he sat with a group of wrestlers, whispering sordid legends about his dear friend.

"Well, you see...there's nothing normal about Shinsuke," he explained sagely, sitting back in his chair with his arms folded. "He does what he wants, when he wants, how he wants..." A small, wicked smile crossed the Irishman's handsome face as the innuendo of his words settled into the minds of his audience.

"He's strong as hell, stronger than you'd think from looking at him. And he has no fear, nor an ounce of restraint. If he's your target, you're fucked.

"In every sense of the word."

Out of the corner of his eye, Balor noticed the way Jason Jordan's grip on Chad Gable's arm tightened. The new couple had a lot to worry about these days, not the least of which was the arrival of new wrestlers who would no doubt be attracted to one, or both, of them. They were in the thick of their relationship at this point, and were absolutely terrified at how well they've been getting along. Jordan worried constantly that something horrible was just over the horizon for them both.

'Some guys get all the luck,' Finn thought with a quiet laugh to himself. 'But I'm sure they'll be fine.'

"Now, if you all will excuse me...I've got to pick Shinsuke-san up from the airport. He'll be here bright and early tomorrow...So, make sure to say hello, yeah?"

Although he didn't turn around to see, Finn could hear the nervous shuffling of the other wrestlers as he made his exit.

Mission accomplished.

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"They're all already scared of you, you know," Finn explained as he and Shinsuke carried the older man's luggage into his new room. Nakamura seemed genuinely taken aback at the sudden confession.

"Scared? Of me? Why?"

"I...May or may not have told them a few stories..."

Shinsuke raised an eyebrow, although the ever-present smile on his lips never faded.

"Well, they should be scared...But shouldn't I be the one to show them?" His gaze narrowed, and Finn would feel a bead of sweat on his forehead.

"Naughty boy, Little Prince. Kenta's been a bit too easy on you these days, I take it?"

Balor felt his face color slightly. He hated and loved how direct Shinsuke was. But Finn relished the danger that the Japanese mega-star presented. Shinsuke was more than a person; he was a thrill.

"Actually...Kenta-san's been out with an injury for over a year..."

"Ah. You're in need of discipline then?"

"No! No!" Finn held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, although his loins stirred at the suggestion. "I'm fine, really!"

Nakamura laughed heartily, his long black hair falling freely in front of his dark eyes. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Now then, Beautiful Prince, how about we grab dinner? You can welcome me to America, and I can thank you later."

Finn nodded enthusiastically. "What are you in the mood for?"

"A threesome, preferably with you and Kenta."

"...I meant eating..."

"Me too."

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