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A/N2: OK this is Slash. If you don't know it is MxM pairing. Don't don't like it or it not your thing feel free to go pick another story. Please REVIEW & let me know if I should try to do more. This is a Dark & smutty Story.)
John alone in his room the morning light filtering through the drapes started to moan in his sleep as fragments of the night before replayed through his brain. He was heavily panting when his body had to desire to finally wake from his dream.
"Oh man…not again…no…no I know it was real that time…What a minute if it was real…did he…no…no there is no such things." John slipped from the bed his mind too focused on a realization of something about Taker to even make notice of the straining of his briefs. He slowly stumbled towards the bathroom his head still faintly swimming flipping on the light. He sucked in his breath when he took in his reflection. His tanned skin not quite as rich as well as the return of the two small marks on his neck.
"NO…no…there are no such things…no…they are just stories…fairy tales….folklore…Vampires are not real." He braced his hand on the sink looking down for a moment before looking back up at his reflection taking his right hand lightly brining it to the left side of his neck touching the spot sent chills through his body. 'You won't see what is right in front of your face boy.' Taker's words from their first encounter echoed in John's head an encounter John is realizing more & more was also real.
"How can he be a vampire though? He has to go out in the day doesn't he? Plus I thought they killed….well no Dracula bit Lucy or who ever her name was a few times before she died…" A cold chill ran through his body. Was that going to happen to him? Was Taker going to kill him very slowly? though oddly except for feeling almost like he was buzzed, maybe drunk John felt ok he didn't feel weak. He actually felt rested, making his way back into the room he sat on the bed looking at the clock it read 6 am.
OK he got a full nights rest he guess, he has no clue what time it was when he had passed out at the arena. His brows knit together as he tried to think…closing his eyes sounds almost replaying in his head. Was he imagining them? Was he fully out & his mind made up what he heard or was he only partly out of it? Taker's boots on the cement floor moving away from him. Though fainter the growls of frustration over the faint sound of water. The water stopped & Taker's boot covered footsteps with more even primal growl joining them.
John's body trembled lightly trying to picture what Taker looked like at the moment of the sounds he was remembering. He licked his lips at the thought of Taker jerking himself off in John's presence. John's own breath hitched in his throat falling back on the bed remembering the deep rumble to Taker's voice as John could only picture was his climax. Then a quite swept over the area…except for one thing…a breath…a short ragged breath as if trying to still itself. That puzzled John Taker showed John he didn't need to breath, why would that be different?
John must have been disconnected from the feeling of his body but he could actually remember hearing both sets of zippers being pulled into place, but he could not remember feeling any of it. Doors opening & closing, an engine starting. The sounds so vibrant yet he couldn't wake. How did Taker get him back to the hotel with no one questioning him?
He then remembered feeling something…it was faint…so faint…his lips…a kiss? Was that what he felt did Taker kiss him again while he was passed out? He felt so as peace where ever it was that Taker's bite placed his mind he didn't know why but wished to thank him…the kiss was soft unlike the others. He so hoped it wasn't just a sick game as Taker despite being cold, sadistic, dominating…through it all John just felt desire & wanted to be swept away by it more. He craved more of Taker's touches. Part of him wondered did that make him as sick as the Dead Man himself? Then his voice echoed in his head. 'Even if you are not M'Sean…perhaps he still sent you to me…Sleep well Cena.'
John opened his eyes sitting up. "What the hell? Hold on….that sounded like his voice…but not his voice…a different accent? Also who is Sean?" John tried racking his brain the only Shawn he knew for sure was Michaels…he knew he & Taker had a few feuds…could they of been a couple once? John shook his head at the thought. The way it sounded it was almost like Taker thought he might be…the way he said Even if you're not…it was like he may be. "How could I be this guy? What did he mean maybe I was sent to him?" John shook his head getting a headache he got off the bed again deciding to take a long shower & then he would decide between the gym or more sleep.
John opting for the gym made sure he had his room key before heading downstairs. He took his time going through the small machine set up they had. His mind kept drifting to that of the Dead Man, but just as quickly shook it away last thing he needed was for him to pitch a tent in his shorts down there.
"Wow so Mr. Mouth does train." Came a voice he recognized as Jericho. Setting the bar back in position John sat up looking at him.
"Oh yeah…you a wonderfully one to talk about being a mouth Jericho."
"Hey it works for me what can I say." He just smirked at John leaning on the wall looking at him.
"Well mine works for me." John slightly bit back.
"Yeah that so Jonny Boy." John tried not to growl hearing that term. It was sweet & endearing with Jacob called him it, Jericho just makes it sounds condescending.
"So you came to work out , or just stare?" John got up off the machine toweling it off.
"Well not that the view is bad, but I came to work out."
'Hold on did he just make a pass at me?' "What ever man." John started heading for the door stopping in his tracks when Jericho laid a hand on his arm.
Turning to look at him, Jericho had a lighter smile. "Hey, I'm, only joking with you John. Relax ok…you need to loosen up."
"I am loose man so chill out & mind your own biz you hear." John retorted before removing Jericho's hand from his arm. John then continued to head for the elevators.
"John I was & still am the same way at times." Jericho yelled after him the cockiness gone from his voice. For some reason John stopped lowering his head a brief moment before almost storming back to Jericho his arms flexing from the anger he was beginning to feel.
"And what exactly is that suppose to mean?" John tried to almost loom over the slightly shorter man.
Jericho just kept his calm this wasn't the first time a larger guy tried to intimidate him by size alone. His voice a hint of sincerity ."Hey being a prick for the fans is one thing…hey it is the bread & butter of a heel. The problem lies when you continue to be a prick once the fans are not in the equation. You need to learn to separate the Dr. of Thuganomics Cena from the Real Cena."
"There is just me…there is just one Cena."
"That so…so you saying that guy everyone met almost a year ago was the fake? The guy that was so eager to learn everything he could. The young man who nearly was beaming when everyone told him he could go places? For crying out loud man even Taker himself gave you his own sense of praise that day. Taker don't associate with many so that's saying a lot. Just think about it ok John."
"Think what you want man…I am who I am."
"I know Mr. Street Cred before me here came from you spinning freestyle in the back to joke around. Shows you can be both a well liked guy as well as rough & tough in the ring. What you hiding from?"
John almost laughs at him. "I don't need to hide from no one man. People hide from me. They fear I jack them up, take 'em for what they got."
"Cut the bull John, your just a scared little kid from a little town trying to hide inside that big body of yours. You want to piss everyone the fuck off so they stay away from you this way you don't need to avoid them."
"What the hell you know!" John nearly spat at him.
"As I said…I been there once…still am at times. It's just a defense mechanism." Jericho give a light sigh shaking his head. "Well guess I'll get my workout later." Places his towel over his shoulder. "Later Johnny Boy." He patted his shoulder heading back for the elevators leaving John alone. Oddly Jericho calling him Johnny boy that time didn't feel as bad as the first. He just stood there faintly stunned as Jericho walked off his words lightly playing in Cena's head.
John slowly turned heading back for his room. Once in the room he flopped back on the bed looking at nothing in particular thinking over Jericho's words. Was he that transparent? Yeah deep down he may have still been that scared boy. Maybe he was pushing people away to guard his feelings. Then again it seems the feelings he was trying to guard was being grabbed at by the one person that everyone keeps trying to tell him in one of the most if not the most dangerous & remorseless being in the company.
Well if the Dead Man is really a vampire there is no denying the dangerous part. As for remorseless John couldn't say for sure…he had a feeling Taker had more then enough chance to injury John more then a couple small wounds. He could of drained him dry & left him for dead in his locker room. John's body got a cold chill at that thought. If he truly opened himself up to Taker…if he every truly angered him even more then he already has. His mind then drift to what else Taker could of done to him when he was unable to fight back. He just shook his head before turning on the TV to find something to distract him from those dark lucid thoughts.
