Chris frowned at his reflection, he couldn't decide on which shirt to wear until he saw the polo Seth had laid out. "Seth, you're not wearing a suit?!"
"Hell no, why would I wear a suit to a meet and greet? I'm only going to be there for one reason and that's to protect you!"
Chris grinned as he turned back to the mirror. "Well, I'm wearing a dress shirt, jeans, and a pair of boots!"
Seth frowned as he stuck his head around the bathroom door. "What fucking jeans? The black ones with the pockets and zippers?" At Chris' grin, Seth's scowl deepened. "There is no fucking way I'm letting out of the house in those pants. You're just asking for me to beat the shit out of someone tonight, aren't you?" When Chris' grin widened, Seth's gaze narrowed. "What's so god damn funny."
"Nothing, it's just sexy to see you get so upset over something so simple." Turning back to the mirror, Chris shook his head. "But no, thunder thighs, I am not wearing my fuck me jeans. Why should I and all I have to do is bend over in front of you." He couldn't help the laugh that left him at Seth's soft grunt. "Don't deny it idiot because this afternoon proved it."
"Hey, I didn't hear you complaining either so..." Seth grinned at the chocked off sound, turning back to the mirror in front of him. "You know, we didn't really get much time to break in the bed today, what do you say we leave the party early? I mean yeah you have these negotiations or whatever but after that..."
Chris walked into the bathroom, pulling on a polo and grinning. "If I didn't know better I'd swear you liked my ass better than you liked me."
Seth leered at Chris, the grin dark and promising. "Let me tell you what I like best other than that mouth of yours. I like that ass but I love your heart." He watched as Chris blinked in surprise, a blush blooming across his cheeks. "Nice face sweetheart, how about you come here and let me complete it?"
Chris stared at Seth, debating on whether or not to go to the party. "Maybe we can leave once it's over? I mean, I don't need to be there for everything right? Just long enough for Vince to get his contract signed and Sydney to get his visual rocks off, the bastard."
"I'd go just so I can kick his ass after this. I'm sick of having to deal with this asshole and the fact that Vince knows what happened between you two doesn't make his part seem accidental. The old bastard probably went to Sydney himself." Seth tried to ignore the soft warning, the voice whispering to him told him of the danger to Chris and how he needed to keep him close. "Listen sparkle crotch, don't go to far from where I am, alright? Not a fan of having to search for you in that house." Seth remembered the house parties thrown by WWE exec's. Knew of the shady, down low meet and greets that were had between potential athletes and sponsor's. "If I have to come search for you I swear it's not going to be pretty. I don't trust these two and Vince forcing you to be there isn't sitting well with me."
"Neither did I so I called Linda to find out what was going on. She didn't know about the party Seth, said that Vince probably didn't say anything because Shane was back in town." Chris opened one of the bathroom cabinets, looking for his cologne and hair gel. "You think this is about something else?"
"I know it's about something else, why would that old fucker invite his ex-favorite eye candy?" Seth tried to push back his anger after Chris' comment. "Something's not right about this party Chris. Why didn't Dean or I know about this, not even Roman knew so Vince coming straight to you means he had something different planned. I mean, there are plenty of other superstars he could have asked but he specifically asked you and because of this asshole? I can't accept that it's business, not when shit is done like this."
Chris nodded, studying the two bottles in his hand. "Vince is a bastard when it comes to the wants of others but that's cool, as long as you're there I'll be fine. Just don't go near the second floor, you won't like what you find up there."
Seth studied Chris, watching as he put a blue bottle back in the cabinet. "How the fuck do you know about the second floor?" He could feel his chest burn at the thought of Chris... "If you were one of the ones..."
Chris stiffened, jaw tightening as he turned away from Seth. "I've heard stories, that's..."
Seth grabbed Chris' bicep, turning him until they were face to face. "Don't lie to me sparkle crotch. Were you one of the party favors promised but denied a client? Is that why this fucker can't seem to leave you alone?" Eyes narrowing, Seth watched as Chris paled, his breathing changed as he tried to find the right answer to Seth's question. "Vince promised you to him and you turned him down, when, where, and why?"
Chris stared up at the angry expression, trying his best to give an answer that wouldn't set Seth off further. "Vince promised me to him when we first started dating. I turned him down twice before he seemed to take the hint. At the last party he tried...I-I was supposed to just be there to help with the new stars but..." He broke off as Seth's hands tightened on his arms. "We were...I couldn't a-and we were living together by then."
"So you're telling me that the reason this asshole tried to burn you alive is because you wouldn't let him fuck you and because we were together." Seth felt his rage curl around him, his temper making his hands tighten around pale flesh. "It was hell getting you to open up to me, he didn't work for you so he doesn't deserve you but him trying to kill you was to much. Now Vince is trying to force you to go through with that shit in the form of a fucking business deal." Releasing Chris, Seth stepped back and turned away from him. "I just can't do this anymore."
"Seth?" Chris watched as Seth left the bathroom, confused at what was now going through his head. "Seth where are you going?"
"To the fucking den, I need a goddamn drink if I'm going to have to deal with this shit tonight!" Seth left the bedroom and headed towards the front. He needed to distance himself from Chris before he let his temper loose. It wasn't Chris' fault every man or woman wanted him, it was Seth's for thinking that once he was taken people would back off. He opened the door to the den, heading towards the liquor cabinet in the corner
"I don't want to fight with you Seth, especially not tonight." Chris watched as Seth poured a drink in one of the empty tumblers. "Seth, please..."
"I'm not going to fight with you, I have someone else in mind for that. I just need to think, that's all. Tonight something's going to happen and I don't think I'm going to like what I'll have to do." Seth glanced out the window, not surprised to see a fog moving over the yard. "Dean said she follows us, herding her flock." Voice soft, Seth moved closer to the cool glass, breath steaming the pane as he searched for the slim, ethereal figure. "Please tell me I'm not going to have to do this alone? I can't protect him in a room full of vipers."
"Fear not little one, the shepherd will watch over the flock. You will not lose him but beware of the fox in the midst of the sheep. He is an old foe and will do anything to harm you."
Seth nodded, watching as bright blue floated before his eyes then disappeared. Blinking, he turned at the hand pressed against his back. "Chris?"
Chris studied the man in front of him, a frown curving his lips down. "What the hell was that, who are you talking to Seth?" Glancing outside, Chris frowned at the fog covering the yard. "Maybe we should stay here, I mean it's not like Vince can fire us both can he?" Running a hand across Seth's back, Chris didn't miss the tension holding him stiff. "Seth?"
"No, we'll go for an hour, if you haven't done what you need to by then we will leave. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of us not showing just so he can be brought out to the house." Seth looked down at the glass in his hand, thoughts on the party tonight. "I won't give you up to him Chris, not after everything we've been through. After tonight no more, understand? I don't fucking care what they threaten you with or who, after tonight no more god damn parties."
Chris nodded, eyes wide as he watched Seth empty the glass. He had known there was a possibility Seth would react this way. The dark look on his face made Chris wonder what was going on in the other's mind. "Seth, what's going on?"
Seth looked back at Chris, thoughts turning to when they first got together. "Nothing, just not in the mood for this asshole and his shit." Letting out a soft sigh, Seth pulled Chris closer. "No matter what happens, don't let him get you alone, understand?"
Chris nodded, eyes narrowed as he studied Seth. Shaking his head, he started in surprise when a knock sounded from the front. "Looks like our ride is here, ready?" He looked Seth over, smiling at the simple but tasteful outfit. "You'd swear you're a bodyguard and not a WWE superstar."
Seth chuckled as they left the den and headed towards the front of the house. "Yeah well tonight I am. I'm protecting that sparkly ass of yours, can't have anyone all over you, can I?" Seth gave Chris a wink and grin as he smacked him on his ass. "It's such a nice ass to look at so I know someone's going to want to do more than just look."
Chris laughed as they left the house, Seth's sudden mood change not going unnoticed. Watching as Seth locked the door, Chris stood by the car, waiting until the door had been opened. "You're going to behave tonight right? I don't need a reason to go on the block for you Seth but seriously, not tonight please?"
"Honey, I'll never let that happen. Get in the car, the sooner we get this over with the better." Seth didn't tell Chris how he really felt, knew that in his own way Chris felt obligated to Vince. Despite Abigail's reassurance, Seth couldn't push back the small doubt that Chris' desire to keep Vince happy may cost them more than they bargained for.
