Story Title: iPod Shuffle pt 1

Story Type: Slash

Characters: Chris Sabin, Alex Shelley

Pairings: MMG

Rating: PG-13/NC-17

Disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to themselves and TNA, blah, blah, blah. I wish they did belong to me; unfortunately, I don't have $2000/hr. Maybe when I win the lottery...

Warnings: Language, Slash

A/N: OK, not sure where I first saw this, but I decided to do one for each of my couples: MMG, E&C and Codaisi and possibly others later on. It's really simple, peeps: Just pop on the iPod (or whatever mp3 player you happen to have), put it on shuffle, and then write short little fics based on the first 10 songs that play. You could base the fics on different couples for each song or just do it per couple like me. If you have major ADD like I do, then this is right up your alley. I'll put the song first, then the fic. Enjoy, peeps.

A/N2: My muses are lining up for this, so maybe I'll do this for each of them. Maybe when I get writer's block or something. We'll see. Oh, and, yeah, I am now in possession of a Justin Gabriel muse. *sighs* I told them all no, and very loudly I might add, but they wouldn't listen, so, now, I'm fucken stuck with him. I swear, the next one who brings home anyone else, is getting an ass beating. *muses just snicker and go back to playing strip poker* What the hell is it with them? If they're not on top of each other, they're playing fucken games like strip poker. And they smoke and drink a lot, too. Does anyone else's muses do shit like that?

1. Foolish - Benji Madden

Maybe they were right, Alex thought, sneaking a glance at his best friend. Maybe he should keep his mouth shut. Was it worth losing Chris as a friend for something that might not even work?

But what was the harm in Chris knowing that he had fallen for him? Maybe it was foolish, but it wouldn't hurt their friendship. Alex was suddenly confident of that; Chris was a good friend, more then that, he was a good person. And he wouldn't hold something Alex couldn't help against him.

Alex took a deep breath; he needed to do this. There was no harm in falling foolishly in love with anyone.

"Hey, Chris, I need to tell you something."

2. Invincible - Adelita's Way

They were invincible right now. Finally, after almost four years as a tag team, they had made it, they had won. The TNA Tag Team titles. Chris knew they had never been better and this proved it.

Everyone had told him that dating Alex was a bad idea; that it would break up the team. When they moved in together last year, everyone had been convinced they wouldn't be able to handle the pressure of being in each others pockets 24/7 without a break.

Holding up the title, Chris put his arm around Alex's shoulder, hugging him to his side. Alex grinned at him, his eyes bright. He hugged Chris back and then he ran to the turnbuckle climbing to the second rope to hold the title up for the fans to see.

Chris walked to the opposite corner and climbed up, copying Alex so the fans could see both belts. As one, they jumped down and rolled out of the ring. Titles slung over their shoulders, The Motor City Machine Guns walked up the ramp, the new tag team champions.

Yeah, they were invincible.

3. Just Don't Tell Me That - *Nsync

"Chris, I love you." Alex told the other man, watching him pace around the room. "No, you don't," Chris spit out, turning to face Alex. "You love what we have -the titles. Well, I'm fucken tired of you using me."

Alex took a deep breath. This couldn't be happening; he had been so careful. How had Chris found out? "Chris, I -" "Shut up!" Chris roared, striding across the trashed hotel room until he was in front of Alex.

"Don't tell me you love me; I know it's a fucken lie. Don't worry," Chris sneered, catching the look on Alex's face. "I'm not going to fuck you over on Sunday; I have no intention of letting those little bastards get their hands on our titles.

"You know, I can't help but wonder if we were ever even friends. Or was that just a step on your way to the titles, too?" Without waiting for an answer, Chris strode out the door, slamming it behind him.

Alex was left to try and find an answer to a question he never wanted to be asked.

4. Dilemma - Nelly & Kelly Rowland

"Look, Alex, something is going on," Chris insisted, looking at his best friend and lover. Alex shook his head, chugging the rest of his beer. "No," Alex said desperately. This was only a sometime thing they had. When they were touring and alone, without their girlfriends.

"It's not that kind of thing. It's just supposed to be..." Alex trailed off, shaking his head again. Chris leaned in closer. "I know what it was supposed to be," Chris hissed. "Do you think I'm happy about this? Last night, when I was fucking Jamie, all I could think was that she wasn't as good as you. Not as tight." Chris's voice dropped and he reached under the table to readjust his pants and try to ease the pressure on his dick.

Alex let out a strangled moan, and started banging his head on the table. "Fuck, Chris. I can't - Kristin- Fuck." Chris laid his hand on the back of Alex's head, stopping him from hitting his head off the table again.

"I know how much she means to you, and I would never tell you what to do, Alex. But you need to know I broke up with Jamie." Alex inhaled sharply, lifting his head up to look into Chris's eyes. "I couldn't lie to either one of us any more. This thing that we have? I want..." Chris smiled sadly and finished his beer.

"Well, you know what I want. Let me know when you figure out what you want now." Chris leaned down and brushed a soft kiss against Alex's lips.

Alex did know what Chris wanted; it was the same thing he wanted. The same thing he thought he had with Kristin. Which one was where he wanted to be?

5. U Remind Me - Usher

Alex supposed, on the surface, it was such a stupid thing to worry over. So what if Chris had blue eyes like Sam? Or blonde hair so dark it was almost brown? Or even that they had the same bed head thing going on?

But once in a while, Chris would smile in a certain way and Alex would think 'Sam', and all the pain and drama and sheer stupidity of those days would come crashing back to him, and he would step away from whatever cautious effort he had started with Chris.

He knew it wasn't fair to Chris, that he should just stop and concentrate on their matches and just be friends with Chris. But the problem was that the same things that made him change his mind were the same things that kept catching his eye, and he didn't know how to change it.

Chris called over asking him if he wanted to get a drink after the taping. Alex sighed and agreed. Maybe it would be different tonight.

6. Breaking The Habit - Linkin Park

Chris sat on the floor of the hotel bathroom, a razor blade in one hand and a half empty bottle of Jack next to him. Vaguely, Chris could hear Alex yelling, banging on the bathroom door. Alex never left him alone when he was drinking anything harder than beer.

Alex had seen the faint scars on the inside of Chris's arms, and, despite appearances, Alex was one of the smartest people Chris had ever known. And he never forgot anything. One off hand comment about cutting himself in high school had been enough to make Alex keep an eye on him constantly. And three years ago, after they had been screwed out of the titles, again, Chris had gotten smashed on Jack Daniels. When they had gotten back to the hotel, Chris had stumbled into the bathroom.

He was in there for almost ten minutes when Alex had come to check on him and found him sitting on the toilet, a razor on the sink and blood dripping down his arms. Alex had yelled, stripped Chris down and threw him into the shower. Afterward, when Chris had sobered up a little, Alex had bandaged up his arms and told him exactly why Chris couldn't do that to him again.

They had been together since that night. Chris had never even had the urge to cut himself again, but tonight... They had been informed that they would drop the titles to Gen. Me at the next pay per view. Chris had been so angry that Biscoff and Hogan would make them throw away everything they had worked for to those bastards, that as soon as they were done he had headed for the nearest bar and started pounding down the liquor.

Now, here they were almost three years to the day to the first time they had done this, and Chris was left with a decision to make. Taking a deep breath, he throw the razor across the room and opened the door, falling into Alex's arms.

Alex was saying something, frantically checking Chris's arms, trying to see if there was any blood. "I didn't do it, 'Lex," Chris said, slurring his words. "I changed. I didn't do it." Chris repeated as he passed out.

7. He Loves Me, He Loves You Not - Dream

Alex laughed at the man standing in front of him. He couldn't believe Jeremy was pulling this shit. He finished his beer and got out of his seat.

"Look, Jer, I could've sworn we already had this conversation. Chris is never going to love you," Alex told him, leaning forward until he was inches from Jeremy's face. "He loves me. Understand?" "But he cheated on you!" Jeremy spluttered, unable to get past this simple fact. "With me. And I heard about him and Daniels."

Alex rolled his eyes. "I can't fucken believe I'm having this conversation," he muttered. "I feel like this should be high school and you should have a skirt on.

"I'm only saying this once more before I punch you in the fucken jaw," Alex went on, his voice hard. Jeremy sucked in a breath at the look on Alex's face. "First off, whoever you heard about Chris and Daniels from doesn't know what the fuck they're talking about."

Alex was almost positive that he knew who had been running their mouth and when Alex cornered him, he was going to kick Doug's ass into next week.

"Daniels is too good a friend for Chris to fuck with, and he was with another friend of ours at the time. Secondly, I knew about you and Chris, you fucken twat. He called me when he was on his way to your room. In case you're curious, he only went over there 'cause I was stuck in Detroit," Alex informed Jeremy, sneering at the younger man.

"Chris fucks around sometimes, but he's with me. He loves me, not you. He never spends the night with anyone else, he never sleeps in the same bed with anyone else. Hell, I know for a fact he didn't kiss you, either," Alex taunted Jeremy, knowing he had struck a nerve when Jeremy winced and stepped back.

"Now, I don't know if you're just dumber then you look or if you're just hoping to get Chris to pay more attention to you, but whatever the hell your problem is, it's going to stop now. Leave him the fuck alone. And stop your fucken whining, too. The whole fucken locker room is laughing at you behind your back.

"Trust me when I tell you that letting it go is your best option right now. 'Cause if I have to have this same damn conversation another time, I'm going to get nasty."

Alex turned and made his way back toward the front of the bar where Chris was talking to some of the other guys. Wrapping his arms around Chris's waist and leaning his chin on his shoulder, and when Chris leaned his head against Alex's, he knew that Chris was worth all the other shit that came along with him.

Bad Things - Jace Everett

Chris licked his lips, his fangs glinting briefly under the hotel lighting. Alex saw him and grinned, stripping out of his pants before jumping on the bed, kneeling in between the thighs of the human girl lying there.

Alex leaned over, running his fangs over her carotid artery. She moaned, too blissed out to realize what was about to happen. Chris got up, walking across the darkened room until he was standing by the head board, staring down at Alex. Alex raised his head, and with a snarl he lunged at the girls neck, Chris grabbing her wrists and holding them down.

The girl screamed, trying to move, but Alex's weight kept her lower body pinned to the bed and Chris's hands kept her from moving her upper body. Alex pulled back, blood dripping down his chin,his face smeared with it. Rising to his knees, he leaned over, sharing a deep kiss with Chris.

When they both pulled back, Chris licked his lips mixing the girl's blood with the taste that was uniquely Alex's. His eyes black with lust, Alex looked down at the girl who was only moaning weakly now.

"Bad things, Chris," he murmured, his gaze going back to his mate's. "Very bad things." Chris smirked and leaning further down, he lapped at the wound in the girls neck, like cat with a saucer of milk. "Only with you, babe." Chris said, his voice husky with love and blood lust, sharing another kiss with Alex. But it was far from the last one of the night.

I Hate You – Sick Puppies

Alex threw the lamp across the room, watching with a vicious satisfaction as it crashed into the wall and broke. He fucken hated everything about this week.

He had ended it with Chris, because he didn't need him. But it was tearing at him, seeing Chris talk to AJ; flirting with him. He hated that Chris could reduce him to this. And he hated that Chris could still turn him on, with just a look, a touch in the ring while they were supposed to be working.

Shuddering Alex sat on the bed, his hands pulling at his hair. He was supposed to take whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted to and fuck the consequences. But now it looked like the consequences just fucked him.

He grabbed his wallet and after making the key card was in there, he stormed out into the hallway, slamming the door behind him. When he saw Chris standing in the hallway talking to AJ, he just stared for a minute before yelling "I fucken give up!", marching over, grabbing Chris arm and start hauling him back into the hotel room.

Opening the door, he missed the smug look Chris threw AJ and the cheeky grin and wink AJ sent back. Alex shoved Chris into the room and slammed the door shut behind them.

Sexting – Ludacris

"Fuck, Alex. Answer the damn phone," Chris muttered, looking over his shoulder for Jamie. He hissed out a breath when his voice mail picked up again.

"Dammit, Alex. Jamie got a hold of my phone and she found those pictures you sent me. Oh, and the video. And the texts. I told you that was a bad idea. Fucken sexy, but bad. I'm trying to convince her we were drunk. But since there were, like, twenty of them, I don't think she bought it. She's fucken pissed, too. I think she might call Kristen. Fuck, here she comes. See you on Sunday -if I'm still alive.

"Good luck, dude."