Assassinating The Icon
Summary: When Sexual Obsession plagues Hunter, he attempts to destroy the object of his obsession with a pedigree. With their friendship shattered Hunter's affections take a dark turn. Feud Au Story
Disclaimer: Vince McMahon owns Shawn, Hunter, etc. The WWE is his property I do not own it even if I wish I did. Vince don't sue me I dont have any money and for you it's all about the moneyyyyyy.
(Author's Note) This story contains violence, sexuality, and general abuse. Not for the faint of heart you have been warned. Blame Hunter, he's all heel ladies and gents.
Passion... it lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us... passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have?
Hunter Hearst Helmsley sat in his Greenwich Mansion in deep ruminations over his actions on Raw. It had just been a pedigree to the fans but Hunter knew exactly what that damn pedigree meant. The feelings should have faded away shouldn't they? But they didn't and it bothered Hunter to no end. He sighed, the sound echoing in the halls of his mansion. The otherwise quiet mansion was immaculate and it was very ritualistically clean, not one thing out of place. Hunter was reserved and everything was always neat and orderly with him. Shawn however was not another thing about his best friend that had bothered the hell out of him. As Hunter sat on his expensive leather couch in front of his half lit fireplace, thoughts of Shawn and his actions on the past Raw haunted him. Shawn.. Shawn.. Shawn.. The name seemed to reverberate off every wall in the large mansion it was enough to drive any man insane. Shawn was tormenting him.
"WHY? " He shouted in complete anger, raging as he threw a glass of malt scotch at the wall. It shattered coating the wall with its bronze coating reminding him of the blood of Shawn he would soon be spilling. He was sickened with himself. He was obsessed with his best friend, well former friend now, the pedigree had seen to that. Next Raw Shawn's blood would be spilled and it would hopefully destroy these feelings along with Shawn.
When Raw came, Hunter didn't let what was to come, what he had to do, distract him. If anything it made him even more focused. He climbed into the shower allowing the warm water to wake him up and energize him. He scrubbed his body needing his strength. A fine line soap was the only comfort he had at the moment, it was the only thing keeping Shawn off his mind. He let himself get caught up in the mundane task, mentally preparing himself for the brutality he would have to demonstrate. He let his feet hit the mat as he finally exited the shower, intent on destruction. He dressed heading to the arena. On his way out of his prized Hummer limo he noticed Shawn getting out of his truck. How original, what a cowboy no class at all. What ever happened to the suave playboy he had once been? It enraged the blueblood Connecticut bred suave Master even more so then before. Shawn was a joke. It was up to him to recreate him. Hunter stalked him with a predatory grin on his face, his eyes turning dark as if a hunter finding his prey for the first time. He began following him staying into the shadows before lunging so fast Shawn didn't have time to see as he slammed his head into the windshield repeatedly. He straddled the unconscious man before realizing he did not have time for this sort of act of course he also wanted Shawn to submit when he did it to him as well. So he stopped unbuckling his belt and then started to beat him as he laid innocently unconscious. His dark urges were a force to be reckoned with. Violent urges spoke to the bigger man telling him to leave the Texan broken and bruised destroyed, so he did leaving for his match. He locked at Shawn one last time and emotion choked up to the surface but he fought it as he cleaned the blood from his hands. He focused on his match proving he was the most dominant force in sports entertainment as he hammered away at his opponent in the ring. Unfortunately for him, his focus was interrupted by Referee beckoning him. Did they know? Some of the shock on his face was genuine as he told him about Shawn but the concern was definitely not for his ex-friend. He rushed from the ring feigning worry and confusion but not the least bit concerned for Shawn. Hunter's only concern was whether or not they had connected the assault to him or not. He ran towards the parking lot when he stumbled upon the scene. Something about seeing Shawn's limp body unnerved him. Had he seriously hurt him in his rage? He cradled him in his arms but he felt no remorse. No Hunter only felt strangely protective of him, only he could harm him this way. No one else could. Hunter's only emotion at this point was arousal. Something about exercising that much control over his former friend completely enraptured him in lust and desire. Because of all of this Hunter could not keep himself away from the young man. He spent time with the man as he laid in the hospital bed talking to him reminiscing, pretending he actually cared. He falsely assured him he would find the culprit, even going so far as to plant evidence towards Chris Jericho. Little did he know that Shawn was more clever then he thought. It was Raw when the fiery Texan shocked the blueblood by spewing his aggressive words.
"It was you Hunter." The words were spat with such vulgarity and venom that Hunter nearly paled. He broke out with an inappropriate chuckle making Shawn wonder whether the man was sane or not. Hunter smirked and it was smug telling a story of betrayal and heart wrenching agony.
"You're damn right it was." With those words Hunter bared all. It was all apart of his plan to condition Shawn for his own needs, his own selfish plot. All he had to do was assassinate Shawn's individuality, his so called Icon persona. To Hunter everyone was a puppet, be it Shawn or Evolution. Hunter used everyone. Hunter mastered them all like the puppets they were, playing his marionettes like the pawns they were. As he stalked to the back he watched Shawn head to the showers. Thoughts of attack and inevitability plagued him, as a result he quietly and sneakily followed the blue eyed innocent Texan. He locked the door the moment he entered. He smirked, Shawn had no idea of the things to come.
Passion is the source of our finest moments; the joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief.
The warm water felt amazing on his multiple cuts and bruises as he enjoyed the shower. Shawn shut his eyes as he combed Old Spice shampoo into his long blonde hair. The Texan in him rejoiced at the familiar scent. So simplistic but oh so Shawn. Being the classy guy he was, he scrubbed his body with Irish Spring soap, it was a very welcome pleasure. Hunter could smell what he would describe as cheap ass shit on Shawn's body, oh yes that would have to change immediately. Shawn's eyes were shut and he didn't even notice the bigger man come up behind him. It wasn't until his head hit the wall that he even realized his prescence. Shawn was in too much pain to focus sharply on the image of Hunter interrupting his shower time. Hunter slammed his head against the tiled wall several times to make the assault easier for him. Shawn gave a hoarse cry of pain and grunted heavily. He was sure he had a concussion because everything was a blur. He struggled to get the younger but oh so much stronger man off of him. His efforts failed miserably and Hunter just laughed at how week Shawn was when surprised.
"Relax Shawn, you be a good boy and I won't hurt you...much." He added after an afterthought, his voice patronizing, mocking him. Shawn only began to struggle more. He couldn't let Hunter do this to him, he was all he had to defend himself. Hunter had isolated him and gotten him alone, how foolish for Shawn not to be prepared for this, he had known Hunter so well. No one was going to save him now. He was his only saving grace and even that wasn't enough to save him. He had no hope. Hunter had dizzied him enough to make his head pound and his world spin. Hunter pulled his arms up using two cuffs to cuff both his hands to the shower head. It was a sucessful attempt, an achievement and it made everything much more easy for Hunter. Shawn flinched when a zipper was tugged down. This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't!!! This was not the best friend he had once known. He begged with all he had.
"Hunter please don't do this please Hunter please." Hunter just laughed right in his face. Hunter forcefully gripped his hips pulling him flush against him so he was nestled between his cheeks. This caused the cuffs to tear into his wrists, a loud whimper escaping his lips, Hunter smirked.
"Relax Shawn I've barely begun to break you. Calm down Shawn calm down." Hunter smirked, Shawn was in for a rude awakening and Hunter was going to enjoy every second of it with great satisfaction. Without one warning or any preparation, Hunter forcefully shoved every inch of him into the older man, brutalizing him from the inside out. God it was better than Hunter could have imagined complete control of this man. Shawn's loud scream of agony was accompanied by a dry sob and Hunter's merciless chuckles of laughter.
"I told you if you were a good pet it wouldn't be like this but I had to cuff you. You'll learn to obey your master soon Shawn." He gripped his hair and another hand held his hip as he took him dry with brutal sharp thrusts. Hunter loved the friction and the cries Shawn was issuing. Shawn cut himself off from the painful sensations the best he could but he felt every second of it. Soon though it was over after felt like an eternity, Hunter gave a cry of completion, scalding Shawn's already battered insides with further humiliation marking him with his hot seed. Hunter smirked and uncuffed him and then shoved him to the floor. He kicked him right in the back gripping his hair.
"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did because I'll be back for more Shawny boy, you bet your little ass on that." He shoved his obsession away before banging his head on the ground one last time rendering him unconscious. He stalked out of the locker room leaving him there for someone to find knowing Shawn wouldn't say a word to a soul. Why? Because deep down Shawn was passionately in love with him. Hunter knew that, knew Shawn couldn't bear the way Hunter had just treated him and it made Hunter all warm and fuzzy inside to think about. He was destroying this man one step at a time because sooner or later, passion turned to obsession and obsession was everyone's destruction.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank... without passion, we'd be truly dead.