Title: Work Out Your Own Salvation With Fear And Trembling
Author: Emono
Rating: FRM
Fandom: Wrestling
Series: I'd Rather Fight With You Than Make Love With Anyone Else verse
Pairings: John Cena/Jack Swagger, Randy/Cody (Candy), Miz/Morrison, Chris/Evan, Hardycest
Disclaimer: The WWE is not mine nor are any of it's child branches, it is the 96% property of the McMahon's and God bless the bastards that work for them. I respect the sexual preferences and identities of all the wrestlers on WWE roster, and who they share a bed with is really none of my business.
Beta: gil_follower
Warnings: Wrestling violence, slash, episode re-writes, love, fluff, smut, good stuff, OOC

AN: I'll admit it, I have no idea what happen on this episode of Superstars. I missed it cause they changed the time and made it earlier. Let's pretend it doesn't matter. I also realize all my clubs look the same. But guys, I'm seventeen and living in Ohio, I've never been to a club. What I've seen is limited to TV, mostly CSI: Miami, so sorry

PS: I freakin' love Christian, but only when he's under Edge *wink-wink* I like vintage slash


Superstars came around sooner than anyone would like. Jack found himself matchless, but that didn't matter because Evan was back with a tan and all smiles. They hugged and chattered like idiots, Evan telling his friends all about his trip and meeting Chris's kids.

"They're just…perfect" Evan's cheeks ached with his wide smile "Chey and Sierra are the sweetest little girls I've ever known. And Ash? He can do a better Lionsault on the trampoline than his father can in the ring. Oh man, I love those brats."

Miz and Jack shared smiles at this, Evan was going to be Jericho's housewife in no time.

John had to go film some promos, but asked his lover first, "Jack, man, I know Christian's gonna be hanging around tonight. If you want me here, I'm here."

"It's fine" Jack kissed his lover reassuringly "I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself."

Or so he thought

-WwE-

Jack tread his way back to his room later that night, keycard brandished. He wanted nothing more than to pass out in John's "Attitude Adjustment" shirt and nothing else. Maybe he'd take a picture of himself and send it to his lover.

Oh yeah, he grinned, that was definitely how he saw his night going. But on Flatliners and settle in bed for some alone time with Kiefer Sutherland and Kevin Bacon. Underage and smooth skinned…nice.

"Jack? Is that you?"

Oh shit.

Jack looked up, recognizing the voice instantly. And there he was, the arrogant blonde Canadian.

"Jason" Jack put on a fake smile "What brings you here?"

Christian was approaching him fast, a cocky grin on his face. Dark stubble on his cheeks, blonde hair cut short and spiked up. That handsome face, that arrogance, had once turned him on so fast his head spun. But he quickly learned what kind of man Christian was, and he wanted no part of that.

"Where's your body guard?" Christian inquired, stopping just short of personal space.

"John?" Jack countered innocently "He's gone for the night. Can I help you?"

"You sure can" those clear blue eyes sparkled with something, reaching out and smoothing back an unruly lock of the younger man's hair "You've let your hair grow out a bit since we were together."

"People change, Jason" Jack brushed his hand away "What do you want?"

"Nothing like what you're thinking, I'm sure" Christian held up his hands, palms out in surrender "I thought we could go out, talk about old times. Ya know, some real fun."

"If this is some fucked up way of trying to get me back-"

"I swear, no way" the blonde shook his head "Just you and me and a club. A couple drinks, a couple laughs, I won't make a move. You're with John…I respect that."

The blonde narrowed his eyes, "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Wow" Jack was thrown off "Uh, sure, ok. Let me go change real quick."

Christian watched him disappear into the room with hungry eyes, a smirk on his lips.

//That's it, little boy. Come here. I've got some candy for you, I'm not going to hurt you. Don't you want some candy? It's as sweet as could be.//

-WwE-

"And then…and then" Christian was laughing until tears streamed down his face, gesturing with his glass "Tommy came out of there, screaming, holding his eyes…apparently Undertaker had been having his way with Punk in the locker room!"

Jack pounded his fist on the table, laughing loudly as well.

"Oh God, oh God, stop!" Jack nearly choked on his gulp of beer, shaking his head in disbelief "Shit, what are they? The UnderPunk?"

"More like The On-Top-of-Punk!"

They clinked their beers to that, both snickering loudly at the bar.

Things had been going good for the past who knows how many hours. The club was loud and dark and kind of skanky, but the bar at the far end was fully stocked and in a lower leveled room from the dance floor. Bass only reached them there, though through the doorway they could still see strobe lights.

"Backstage on RAW isn't so bad" Jack admitted as soon as he could breath "I mean, now that I'm one of the couples, it isn't horrible. Cody's always in Randy's lap, and Evan's constantly giving the big-eyes to Jericho."

"I heard about those two" Christian gestured with his beer "Evan's become his little princess from the rumors. Getting him clothes, pampering him and stuff."

Jack shrugged, "They're in love."

Christian clicked his tongue, "How are you and the Rhodes brat getting along?"

"Better than expected" Jack downed the rest of his beer, giving a breathy exhale "Some shit has gone down, but we're doing pretty good. We could lose our belts soon, but I'm not too concerned with it. He's like my best friend now, I can tell that little shit anything."

The older blonde swirled the dregs of his beer, "And Cena doesn't care?"

"Not anymore."

Clear eyes fell to the band around the younger man's finger, "That's a pretty piece of silver."

The blonde slipped his hand from the bar, cheeks flushing, "It was a gift."

//I bet you worked hard for that, pretty boy.//

Christian signaled the bartender, "Two whiskey shots! Make 'em doubles!"

"Whiskey?" Jack pulled a face "Man, I shouldn't."

"Only one shot each" Christian promised "As a toast, to you and Cena."

Swagger narrowed his eyes, "Why?"

"Because after the shit that's gone down, you two deserve it" the blonde Canadian put on that charming smile. The shots were put in front of them, dark amber sitting in clear crystal.

Jack swept his arm out a bit too much, jostling the woman next to him.

"Oh shit" Jack grabbed a napkin and started clearing up the spilled mess, the pretty red head sitting beside him in shock "My bad. That was dumb, I didn't mean to!"

"Oh-my-God" she squeaked "You're Jack Swagger!"

Jack was so busy with damage control that he didn't see what was going on behind him. He didn't' see the folded up paper Christian pulled from his pocket, nor did he see the way the older man skillfully unfolded it. No one saw the fine white powder pour into the tumbler of whiskey, the way it dissolved into the amber like snow in heat. And no one saw the smirk that crossed Christian's face, or the thoughts that went through his mind.

"Clumsy much?" Christian teased once the younger blonde's was back on him.

"Bite me, Jay" Jack scoffed, but there was no real spite in his voice "How 'bout that toast?"

"To you and John" Christian raised his glass, grinning that all-star grin "May you know and love each other for your true selves."

Jack raised his own glass, laughing, "Agreed."

They toasted, both downing their tumbles. The Canadian took his fairly easily, but Jack choked a little and pulled a face at the taste of it.

"Nasty shit" Jack spat, eyeing the glass like it had called him out "Give me a cold beer any day."

//That and I can't hold my liquor.//

"That's enough alcohol for me" Jack declared.

"Ok, ok, you big baby. Next round will be ginger ale, on me" Christian conceded, something flickering in those clear azure depths "But first…a dance?"

Jack bit the side of his lip, "I…I don't think that's a good idea."

"Come on, Jack…one little dance?" the older man pulled a rather cute pout "For old times sake?"

"Dancing always seems to get me in trouble// Jack looked down into his empty tumbler, tracing the smooth rim with the side of his thumb //But Jason's changed, I think. He's kept his distance, kept his hands to himself. Maybe he's different now, it's been more than a year now. That's a lot of time. He's even starting to fix things with Tommy.//

"Ah hell, why not?" Jack got up "Come on, old man, let me show you a thing or two."

//Oh sweetheart, I think it's gonna be me who knows you a few things.//

-WwE-

I think I should know how to make love to something innocent without leaving my fingerprints
Out, now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce,
How do I say I'm sorry 'cause the word is just never gonna come out,Now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce

The beat was fast, bodies crammed all together to the enticing lyrics. Christian was right up behind him, arms around his waist, hips moving to the flow. Jack let himself go, not giving a shit about any unknown consequences. It wasn't like he was gonna fuck Jason, this was just a bit of fun between old lovers. Just a bit of touching, a little grind, it was nothing. God knew he'd rather be with John right then, but his man wasn't the dancing type. John always said he didn't have the hips for it, but that was usually when he was kissing his own hip bones.

Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
I got my gun cocked tight and I'm ready to blow,
Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
This is the same old dance that you already know,
Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
I got my gun cocked tight and I'm ready to blow,
Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
This is the same old dance that you already know

Jack lost the rhythm suddenly, the words and bass fading in and out like someone was fiddling with the dial. The bodies and lights blurred as one, his vision thickening like his eyes were full of tears. But no, he felt his face, his cheeks were dry. He noticed his sense of touch was duller, his fingers and toes going numb and tingly. His knees were shaking like a newborn calf's, his shoulder getting fifty pounds heavier.

I think I should know how to make love to something innocent without leaving my fingerprints
Out,
Now ,L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce

"Jason?" Jack turned around in the other's arms, leaning against him "Something's wrong."

"Aw, what's the matter Jackie?" the Canadian's voice cut through the rest of the noise, much lower now "Too much for you?"

"I can't…I'm…" Jack's mouth was full of cotton, his numb fingers curling tightly in the other's shirt "Wrong."

Jack found himself being pulled out of the crowd, highly aware of each body that brushed against him. He was so grateful Jason was getting him out of there, he knew he owed the man an apology for ruining their night. He was feeling weaker by the moment, struggling even as they headed for what he hoped was a back door. He tried to concentrate on his surroundings, wondering how they had gotten in this hallway.

No music, no people, just doors.

"Thirteen, that's us" Christian opened up the door, seizing the younger man by the nape of his neck and pushing "Get in."

"Jason?" Jack stumbled to his knees on the scratchy carpet, blinking rapidly to try and clear the fuzzy feeling in his head "Whas' goin' on?"

"I'm going to show everyone who you really are, Jackie" Christian dragged him further into the room, all but tossing him onto the appointed bed in the corner "Isn't that what you wanted, sweetie? To show everyone what you're made of?"

Jack had no idea what was going on. It took some serious concentration, but he managed to flip himself over onto his back. Christian's eyes bored down into him, all warmth gone to leave rock hard diamonds behind. They were unforgiving now, and he vaguely realized he'd been tricked. The body he'd once worshipped covered him, slithering against him, as if the blonde thought he still had the strength to fight him and wanted to pin him with more than his stare.

Hands drifted over his body, yanking at his clothes roughly. His mouth was taken in a kiss, the scratch of his beard burning his oversensitive skin. Jack squirmed for all he was worth, but the very air felt thick. He tried to push at Christian's shoulders, tried to get him away, but he was as weak as a kitten now.

"Jason…please…" Jack shook his head slowly, trying to show that he didn't want this.

"Don't act all shy on me now, pretty boy" Christian pulled back, ripping open the younger man's shirt and sending buttons all over the mattress and nasty floor "Smile for the camera."Jack couldn't breath, but he did follow the older man's pointing finger…there was a shiny piece of equipment in the corner of the room.

"I'm going to show Cena just who you are, just what you'll always be" Christian hissed, dragging his nails down the blonde's chest "And when he sees this, he'll be so disgusted he'll never want to touch you again. Without your precious Cena, you'll be crawling to me…begging to be with me again. You'll quit all this high-and-mighty shit and realize I'm the best you'll ever get."

//God, please stop// tears streamed down Jack's face, unable to do anymore by lie there limply as the fly of his pants were ripped open //Someone, help me! Please, help, John…John…I'm sorry, believe me, I'm so fucking sorry…I should've listened, shouldn't have been on my own, I make stupid fucking decisions on my own. The steroids, the cage, fighting alongside Legacy, and now this.//

"Giving it up already?" Christian laughed in his face, his ready cock throbbing at the sight of his ex-boy toy's tears "Knew you were an easy-lay bitch."

Jack clenched his eyes shut, hoping to sink into the vertigo clawing at his mind and just forget he was here all together. His felt his fly parted, a chilled hand sneaking down under the elastic of his boxers and curling around his limp dick. Nausea set in, but he swallowed it down.

When he was sure it was all over, the older man's weight was yanked off him.

Jack's eyes shot open at this, trying to focus on what was surrounding him but failing.

Randy yanked that bastard off Swagger, getting a good hold in Christian's flaxen hair so his punch could fly true. He cracked the older man in the face twice for good measure, throwing him to the floor. Christian clutched at his bloodied nose, crawling to get away.

"Scum has-been" Randy spat, giving him a swift kick in the ribs "Don't ever let me catch you even mentioning anything about tonight to anyone, or I won't stop with seeing your blood."

Beaten at his own game, Christian got the hell out of there.

Randy walked over to the bed, raking his eyes over Jack's pathetic form. The strong blonde was now reduced to this, wilted upon filthy sheets with his chest exposed and his arms still above his head like an invisible would-be rapist still had a hold of him. Blown azure eyes tried to meet his, the glassy orbs telling him all he needed to know.

"He didn't hurt you, did he?"

Jack opened and closed his swollen lips a few times, but no sound came out.

"Just so you know" Randy began, stripping off his jacket "I don't think you're an easy-lay bitch. Most guys, after being as drugged up like that? They would just lay there and pass out."

Jack flinched, but all Orton did was sit him up and try to pull his ruined shirt over his chest. He managed to at least get the button on his jeans done, deciding this was about as presentable as he could get Swagger just at the moment. He slipped his jacket around the blonde's shoulders, covering him, then bringing him to his feet as best he could.

Jack stumbled into him, barely keeping his feet.

"Come on" Randy whispered, keeping his arm firmly around the drugged blonde "I'll get you to Cena, he'll want a crack at Christian after he tucks you in."

"Why'do say tha' ?" Jack slurred horribly.

"Because…" Randy led him out of the room "It's what I'd do if it were Cody."


The song used here is "Starstrukk" by 3oh!3, no link but can be found on beemp3 and 4shared easily