Things are heating up...
Stone Cold Steve Austin stared at his tag team partner in pure, unadulterated shock as he backed slowly up the long ramp.
He absolutely could not believe that the Undertaker had actually gone out of his way to save him from Kane and Mankind. All signs seemed to point to the idea that the Deadman was being sincere when he said that he and Stone Cold were partners and on the same page.
All of the creepy shit from the past few weeks aside, Austin found himself becoming more and more comfortable with the Undertaker—though he made sure that he never lost his room key again, and that his door was securely fastened each and every night.
For his part, the Undertaker seemed completely unaware that anything strange had happened at all. He continued to be mysterious, funny, a little distant, and, to everyone's surprise, loyal to his partner...for the moment, at least.
Austin found himself letting is guard down naturally around the big man, and although deep down he feared that 'Taker would turn on him, the man had so far kept his word.
So now, limping back to the locker room, there was really only one thing to say to his partner and rival.
"Thanks for that, back there," Austin said, voice a lot softer than he wanted it to be. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Undertaker walking just behind him.
"You're welcome," was the easy response. "Although, you don't have to thank me. As long as we hold these damn belts, you're going to be the safest bastard in the WWF."
Stone Cold couldn't suppress a chuckle. "Only because of the Tag Titles, huh?"
"Well...mostly because of that. There's a part of me that genuinely likes and respects you, Steve Austin; though I'll kick your ass in a moment's notice, too."
The Rattlesnake stopped in his tracks, and turned around, expression somewhere between surprise and disbelief.
"Look," he explained, hands going naturally to his hips, blue eyes locked on green ones. "I don't know how long this partnership is going to last...But I do trust you, Deadman. Don't betray me, alright?"
Although he had tried to sound neutral, the Undertaker picked up on the genuine feeling in Stone Cold's voice.
'He wants this to work out,' 'Taker thought to himself, smiling internally. 'He wants this as much as I do, almost...'
The Deadman held out his hands innocently. "Hey, I'm sure you've heard...I've only ever been betrayed by partners..." He took a careful step towards Austin, slow and steady, followed by two more. "Besides, it's in my interest to keep you in good health too..."
Every inch closer the Undertaker came, Steve could feel the heat rising in his face and skin. Unconsciously, he found himself backing away, and stopped as soon as he realized he was doing it.
"I like my prey fighting," 'Taker was explaining as he continued to advance. That strange and dangerous light was still there in his eyes, and Stone Cold knew that he had to put the brakes on things before they got out of hand.
"Well, there's still a lot of fight left in this old dog," Austin declared, standing firm. "Just know that I've got your back as long as we're together."
The Undertaker nodded, folding his arms as he finally stopped just in front of Stone Cold. "I trust you, Steve Austin." He walked right by the smaller man, their shoulders just barely brushing as he passed.
Though he didn't turn around, he knew that the Rattlesnake watched him go; and even more satisfying was the knowledge that the WWF champion wanted to trust him, but just didn't know if he could.
'In due time, Austin,' the Deadman thought as he climbed on his bike and rode away from the arena. 'Soon, you won't have any doubts about me...nor I about you...'
Austin, as he turned on the lights of his hotel room, realized that he had picked up a slight fear of the dark during his time with the Undertaker. Now, whenever he entered a place, he made sure that every bulb was burning, every switch flipped.
He knew it was irrational, but he worried that the Undertaker would one day come out of the shadows and do God-knows-what to him. Though they were on relatively good terms now, Stone Cold knew that, at any time, the Undertaker could just go crazy.
'Son of a bitch already is crazy,' he mused as he undressed. 'All that talk of being the Lord of Darkness and sacrifices and shit...'
Goosebumps rose all over Steve's skin, and he shook the dark, disturbing thoughts away with a sigh. It was hard to tell what was fact, and what was fiction, with the Undertaker; however, he was starting to believe that with that man, there was no fiction.
And that alone made him want to get the hell away from him as quickly as he could sometimes.
He also hated thinking about the Undertaker before he fell asleep—which seemed to be happening a lot these days.
'Hot chicks, hot chicks, hot chicks,' Stone Cold coached himself as he climbed into the comfortable bed. He forced himself to forget about wrestling entirely, and imagined a warm summer day back in his hometown in Texas. He pictured himself riding around on an ATV, the breeze hitting his face just right, and a cool beer in his hand.
A small smile came to his face as he closed his eyes, certain that his dreams would be sweet.
Austin.
Stone Cold's eyes opened wide in the darkness as he felt, rather than heard, his name being called.
He started to sit up, but was paralyzed completely, unable to move even his pinky finger.
Out of the corner of his terrified gaze, Steve could see a thick darkness flowing under the door and filling the room. Even though the temperature began to drop dramatically, he broke out into a cold sweat, heart pounding in his chest as he tried to break free from whatever was holding him down.
You don't have to be afraid anymore. Because there's no one here who can help you now.
Austin froze. That was definitely the Undertaker's voice...But where was he? Squinting, he couldn't see a thing in the thick darkness, though he could feel large, warm hands peeling back the covers from his body.
He wanted to scream, to curse, to fight, but even his lungs were frozen. The only thing he could do was lay there, helpless, as those same hands began to slowly stroke his legs, starting from his ankles, and going up his thighs.
The Rattlesnake cringed internally. He didn't want this...whatever the hell this was. Whether it was his mind playing a cruel trick on him, or the Undertaker's madman antics, he couldn't tell. He just wanted it to stop.
"Please," he managed to say through grit teeth, though it took all of his strength to even speak one word. The hands pulled back, and he felt warm breath suddenly on his neck.
The skin just between his shoulder and throat was sucked, and licked, and kissed lightly, so that Stone Cold's visions began to swim as pleasant sensations flooded him. He moaned once, accidentally, desperately, and heard that all-too-familiar chuckle.
Pain and pleasure are so close to one another, aren't they?
It was both a threat and a promise, and Austin didn't like it one bit. He struggled even more fiercely, and managed to reach out with his right hand into the pitch blackness.
To his utter disbelief, his hands found nothing there at all—it was a though no one else was in the room with him, even though he could feel lips making their way closer to his own, and a hand rubbing the area around his crotch. It was too much to handle all at once, the confusion, the arousal, the fear, the desire...and the promise of pain and pleasure mixed with it all.
"Fuck, just get it over with!" he demanded, teeth still clenched together. "I can't take this anymore!"
Again the wicked chuckle from the shadows.
My terms, not yours.
What felt like a hand reached into his boxers and closed around Stone Cold's semi-erect cock. He gave a strangled cry as it began to pump him roughly, sliding up and down his length, twisting as it went.
His hips bucked on their own as his mind became more and more clouded—the lips, still on his neck, quickly claimed his, and he breathed brokenly into the hot mouth that covered his own. Though he was certain that he was imagining it, Austin felt long strands of hair brushing against his face and throat.
The whole time, Stone Cold was still fighting; but it was a losing battle as his body began to betray his mind and give in to the phantom touch.
The pace quickened, and the Rattlesnake found himself breathing heavily as the tension grew in his body. He tried to focus away from the situation, to imagine himself anywhere but here. Surely this was all just a nightmare...or maybe whatever was torturing him would go away when it realized that Austin wasn't into this.
But that was a lie, wasn't it? If Stone Cold was completely honest with himself, this felt great; and the only thing he could imagine would feel better would be if the Undertaker just went all the way and fucked him hard all night long.
Just the thought sent Austin right over the edge.
"Ah, shit!" he cried out, eyes squeezed shut, voice free at last, as he came in several hard spurts into the hand that milked him so viciously. His body twitched and trembled as the waves of his orgasm washed over him; and he could swear he felt the mouth over his smile.
With a gasp, Stone Cold sat up in bed, scanning the room wildly. He quickly turned on the lamp, making sure that he was, indeed, alone.
The room was empty—no darkness, no shadows, no Undertaker. The sheets were pulled up to his chin just as they had been when he fell asleep, and nothing seemed to be wrong or out of place.
'A dream?' he wondered, sighing heavily. 'It sure as hell didn't feel like a dream...'
It took him another few moments to notice the sticky feeling between his legs.
At the same time, in his hotel room several miles away, the Undertaker lay contentedly on his bed, one hand behind his head, and the other straight out in front of him as he examined it.
"Not bad, Austin," he said with a smile that would put Satan's to shame.
He looked at his hand, front and back, and with a short laugh licked the white liquid off of it slowly.
Delicious.
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