I Hate
Author: Kamikazee
Email: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chris Jericho/Shawn Michaels
Warnings: No warnings
Category: WWE
Spoilers: Raw, July 21, 2003
Summary: The complex relationship of Y2J and HBK
Archive: Fanfiction.net, Personal Space
Author's Notes: I find myself lately becoming very interested in slash. Also, is it just me or are there very lusty undertones between those two. I mean, a couple months ago, Chris Jericho repeatedly handcuffed Shawn Michaels to the ring. Kinky.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters affiliated with the World Wrestling Federation. Neither is this a reflection on the real people who portray them. No copyright infringement is intended.
~ Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet Here I am, again. It's the same thing every time. The same cycle. They say passion is expressed in two ways, violence and sex. It couldn't be truer for us. By the time the night's over, we're bruised and satisfied, stiff and sated. We both lie awake, pretending that the other isn't there. When the morning comes, we'll both leave. We'll go back to our lives; go back to wishing that everything we do in the dark of our room is a dream. Every room I get awake
Every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet I don't know why I let you do this to me. That's right, you do this to me. I don't want this; this is all your fault. You used me, and you keep using me. I can't stop. You're an addiction, I'm just the addict. Of course, it could only be you. I wouldn't let anyone else get to me. But you, you crawl underneath my defences, breaking me, making me want you. When we're together I can't think straight. You make me feel wrong, and right, and everything I'm not supposed to feel. I wouldn't miss you if you were gone. I wouldn't.
Only when I start to think about it... After it ends, after you leave, I can finally think straight. That's when I realize it. That's when I realize what you're doing to me. You're trying to make me weak. You're trying to make me fall apart. I've heard the stories about what you do to the competition; you break them, make them your puppets. I won't let you do that to me. I won't let you control me. I'm stronger than that. I'm stronger than you. I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you I hate you Shawn Michaels. I hate everything that you stand for, everything that you are. But, most of all, I hate you for making me weak.
This isn't supposed to happen. Not this way. I'm Chris Jericho, this doesn't happen to me. I'm tough. It's not supposed to be me.
It's all wrong. I hate you. I love you. You ruined everything.
Author: Kamikazee
Email: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chris Jericho/Shawn Michaels
Warnings: No warnings
Category: WWE
Spoilers: Raw, July 21, 2003
Summary: The complex relationship of Y2J and HBK
Archive: Fanfiction.net, Personal Space
Author's Notes: I find myself lately becoming very interested in slash. Also, is it just me or are there very lusty undertones between those two. I mean, a couple months ago, Chris Jericho repeatedly handcuffed Shawn Michaels to the ring. Kinky.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters affiliated with the World Wrestling Federation. Neither is this a reflection on the real people who portray them. No copyright infringement is intended.
~ Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet Here I am, again. It's the same thing every time. The same cycle. They say passion is expressed in two ways, violence and sex. It couldn't be truer for us. By the time the night's over, we're bruised and satisfied, stiff and sated. We both lie awake, pretending that the other isn't there. When the morning comes, we'll both leave. We'll go back to our lives; go back to wishing that everything we do in the dark of our room is a dream. Every room I get awake
Every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet I don't know why I let you do this to me. That's right, you do this to me. I don't want this; this is all your fault. You used me, and you keep using me. I can't stop. You're an addiction, I'm just the addict. Of course, it could only be you. I wouldn't let anyone else get to me. But you, you crawl underneath my defences, breaking me, making me want you. When we're together I can't think straight. You make me feel wrong, and right, and everything I'm not supposed to feel. I wouldn't miss you if you were gone. I wouldn't.
Only when I start to think about it... After it ends, after you leave, I can finally think straight. That's when I realize it. That's when I realize what you're doing to me. You're trying to make me weak. You're trying to make me fall apart. I've heard the stories about what you do to the competition; you break them, make them your puppets. I won't let you do that to me. I won't let you control me. I'm stronger than that. I'm stronger than you. I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you I hate you Shawn Michaels. I hate everything that you stand for, everything that you are. But, most of all, I hate you for making me weak.
This isn't supposed to happen. Not this way. I'm Chris Jericho, this doesn't happen to me. I'm tough. It's not supposed to be me.
It's all wrong. I hate you. I love you. You ruined everything.