I know in chapter one I specified that Hunter was Shawn's boyfriend but in fact they are married in this story and although Cena and Jericho and Randy Orton didn't have their WWE debut until after Shawn's retirement, this story takes place in 1998.


Letters of an affair

What is this?" Hunter asked motioning for more.

"It's homemade butterscotch ice-cream." Shawn explained bringing the coated spoon to Hunter's lips. Both blondes sat on the hotel room bed, Shawn in the arms of his lover.

"Sorry babe that was the last of it." Shawn laughed as Hunter's face fell in disappointment.

"Oh can you make me some more?" Hunter asked, pouting. Shawn was amused seeing him so needy.

"I would but I used the rest of the milk for this batch."

"Well then I'll have to go get some more." Hunter jumped out of the bed, grabbing his shirt off the floor. He quickly slipped on his sneaker before kissing Shawn and nearly running out the door.


"I'd never thought I'd see the almighty Hunter making a store run?" Hunter turned at the sound of the familiar Canadian drawl.

"What are you doing here Bret?" Hunter asked scanning the shelf.

"Well it is a hotel gift shop but if you are referring to this specific store well we are in Canada and I thought I'd pay my buddy Adam a visit." He explained walking beside the blonde down the aisle to the register.

"And plus, I knew you'd be here...and Shawn." Bret added, a smug smile forming on his face at the thought of irritating Hunter.

"Oh how I miss the smell of his vanilla shampoo." his voice dropping to a lustful whisper that he knew would certainly piss of the blonde.

"running my hands though his silk blonde hair as he screamed my name-"

"Shut the hell up Hart!" he screamed grabbing his bag and walking out the store entering the hotel lobby.

"Hunter, don't worry I don't want Shawn back as my lover but I know he wants me just as bad as I want to fuck him." he said drawing out the last part of his sentence.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Hunter asked repeatedly pressing the up button for the elevator.

"He stopped responding to my letters but that last letter was unbelievable...and honestly I nearly came reading it. It dripped lust and desire." Bret said as the doors closed separating him from Hunter, and he didn't get the opportunity to see the look of hate in the eyes of him, as he stood smiling having accomplished what he thought was great.


Storming straight into the hotel room ignoring Shawn he quickly made his way into the bedroom. Grumbling loudly, he tore through every over flowing and messy drawer, throwing clothes, cassettes, lighters and other assorted shit onto the floor. Heaving open the drawer on Shawn's side of the bed, he stuck his hands in and grabbed everything that was in there, unceremoniously dumping it on the floor as he kicked through it. Nothing! Through the red veil of anger, Hunter's eyes settled on something pushed right to the back of the open drawer. Reaching in, he plucked a small sheaf of envelopes out.

Dated Two Years ago, that's when the most recent one arrived, each one carefully addressed to Shawn Michaels. Still hearing Bret's voice in his head, Hunter sat among the mess on the floor and flicked through them. He was surprised he'd not read them before now.

His eyes scanned the letter dated just one year after their marriage.

Dear Shawn,

I know it may be out of line for me to say this but I miss you so much. I just wanted to say that I still love you and that night in April reminded me of that. I know sometimes I may have treated you as second best but you'll always be the first person I ever really fell in love with. Sure, there were others before you, but no one has ever stolen my heart the way you have. Sometimes I wish that things would have ended differently but our hate for each other is what fueled the passionate and intense love that I have with you. You said that you could no longer write but I couldn't stop this without you knowing that.

Looking at the handwriting a little closer, Hunter felt his blood pressure begin to rise. Armageddon had nothing on what he felt as he tore each of the letters from their tatty envelopes and spread them across the bed. Eyes lit with the fires of Hell looked up to the blonde, a grating growl leaving his chest.

Taking two large steps to Shawn who had retreated to the corner he grabbed him.

"Did you fuck him?" Hunter growled. Shawn hesitated refusing to look up at the taller man. Becoming more enraged, Hunter punches the wall just inches from Shawn's face.

"If you lie to me I'll fucking kill you! Did you sleep with Bret while we were together?"

Shawn meekly nodded. Hunter sighs and sits down on the bed, burying his head in his hands.

"I can't fucking believe this."

"It was when we were separated. I was so lonely and you were always with Randy-"

"But I didn't sleep with Randy." Hunter replied calmly. Hunter wouldn't have cared if Shawn had been with anyone else, hell he wouldn't have blamed him, but he didn't deserve to have Bret laughing behind his back knowing he had slept with his lover. Hunter begins to sob, as the constant thoughts of Shawn on top of Bret, flowed through his mind.

Getting up and stepping in front of Shawn he dragged Shawn's head back, slamming the smaller man's skull into the wall before either had a chance to react. There was the sickening sound of bone crunching against a solid mass, Shawn rocking slightly as he tried to look up. Hunter was hurting, not just a little but a fucking lot, and he was going to make sure that the perpetrator got a fair dose of it. Again, he repeated the action, not caring as Shawn coughed and hung limply against him, hair beginning to break as he tried to lean against the wall. Once more and Hunter let him go, watching as Shawn rocked back and forth before crumpling to the floor, curling into the fetal position as he did. The honey-blonde, coughed and choked, spitting up blood as Hunter aimed a merciless foot into his stomach.

"How fucking could you?" he bawled over and over. "Of all the fuckers in the world and you had to pick fucking Hart!"

They were separated, so fucking what? But for Shawn to go out and let that bastard fuck him was the ultimate betrayal. He loved this Shawn, loved him from the bottom of his heart and this was how he'd been repaid. At that moment, he didn't care if Shawn lived or died, his body feeling cold and dead.

Again and again, he lashed out, feet thudding into Shawn's barely moving body. No longer did the young man try to escape, instead taking each kick to his ribs with just the tiniest of mewls. Blood was pooling beside his head, from his nose and mouth and from the nasty looking lump on his forehead. Eyes never turned to look up at him, not wanting to see the rage that was being directed towards him.

Eventually, his anger subsided, draining away just like Shawn's fight had. Limp and tired, Hunter looked down at the barely breathing blonde on the floor. Each breath Shawn took was shuddering and rattling, coupled with a tiny cry of pain. Hunter didn't know what to feel then, didn't know whether to hate the battered Shawn or to scoop him up and kiss him. What he did know was that he needed a drink and a space to clear his head.

Grabbing his keys, he headed out the room, stopping only to search for his wallet, when a photo fell out. The picture of he and Shawn on their wedding day.

On the back was a note from Shawn,

To Hunter my one and only true love.

Heart in his mouth and feeling sick, Hunter ran back down the hallway. He burst back into the room, seeing Shawn hadn't moved from the position he left him. Rushing over to the phone, with shaking hands he placed the photo next to the phone as he dialed, eyes squeezed shut as he prayed for an quick response.

After what seemed like forever, his tears began to fall as his desperate call was answered, "Nine-one-one, how may I help you?"

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