Sami Zayn intently listened to his best friend Finn Balor while Finn went through physical therapy. Finn had a bittersweet Summerslam, both winning the right to call himself the very first WWE Universal Champion, taking the title over Seth Rollins but also injuring himself in the process, and having to give up the title the next night. Since then, Finn had a complicated surgery on his shoulder, but was gaining strength every day. Sami didn't have a match at Summerslam this year, but that was okay with him. He needed a break from rivalry and heated battle, as the previous month's Pay-Per-View event saw the end of his competition with Kevin Owens. Finally, after years of emotional turmoil between he and his on-again-off-again lover and enemy, finally Sami was able to win a decisive victory against Kevin. Whereas before, Kevin would taunt and torment him, only to come back and knock on his door professing his intense need for Sami, this time, Kevin and he hadn't talked. It had been nearly a month at this point.
Of course, Kevin had his hands full. He was now the WWE Universal Champion, and had the conniving veteran, Chris Jericho at his beckon call. Kevin didn't need Sami anymore; he had Jericho to fawn over him. Sami wondered if Kevin was knocking on Jericho's door late at night...
"...And Seth doesn't know what he's in for, Sami." Finn put down the rubber stretching band that he was using and was rotating his shoulder, trying to work out the stiffness from his healing injury. "He's woken the demon. I'm going to-" Finn looked at Sami, who was staring at the ground. "Hey, are you okay?" Finn touched Sami on the shoulder, causing Sami to flinch and quickly jerk out of the way, gasping.
Waking out of his haze, Sami apologized. "I'm sorry, Finn. I wasn't here for a second."
Finn's brow furrowed in concern. "Sami, we really haven't talked since..." Finn's brogue trailed off and he approached Sami. "How are you doing?"
Finn saw a brief flash of pain wash across Sami's face. Sami quickly hid it, brightening his expression and smiling. "I'm good, actually! I've been having great matches on Raw. Did you see me stand up to Braun Strowman this week? I think that gave me some momentum! I'm training hard, my shoulder is feeling really good lately. I finally feel like I don't have any obstacles in my way."
"I'm glad, Sami." Finn smiled, even though he knew Sami was lying. Sami wasn't okay. Kevin had been a part of his life, for good or bad, for so long that now he didn't know what to do with himself.
They finished their workouts in silence.
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In reality, Sami Zayn really was relieved to have finally achieved victory over Kevin Owens. Their final match at the Battleground event was an emotionally charged match. Both Sami and Kevin were emotionally and physically destroyed after it, and Sami remembered every moment of it. He watched it over and over on the WWE Network. The moment he watched most was the very end. He had given Kevin the Helluva Kick, and stared at Kevin after. He held Kevin briefly, stared at him. Sami watched the expression on his own face, his face on the television, and he remembered exactly how he felt at that moment. He remembered wanting to call it all off at that moment. He remembered wanting to pull Kevin out of the ring and help him to the back. He remembered wanting to kiss Kevin at that moment, in front of the crowd and in front of the cameras and in front of God and Vince McMahon himself. But he didn't. Deep down, Sami knew he needed to put a stop to this. He needed to put it all behind him in the past. The love affair, the horrible betrayals, the back and forth, the trash talking and the insults, the attacks, the secret trysts when the tension got too much, they all needed to go away. Sami still loved Kevin. He always would. But he needed everything to stop. So, one last Helluva Kick and the 1-2-3 and finally, it was over.
And now, Sami could move on.
The brand split held so much hope. Sami hoped and prayed he would be drafted to Smackdown Live, so that he could move away from Kevin, so he could start anew. Those hopes were dashed when both he and Kevin were drafted to Raw. Now he'd be around Kevin more often, on a smaller roster. He wouldn't be able to hide easily anymore. He wouldn't be able to avoid Kevin as much.
He'd been lucky so far. Kevin had been occupied defending his championship from anyone who dared step up, with Jericho at his side. He'd not been paying attention to what Sami had been doing. And Sami tried to ignore Kevin as much as he could. He tried tagging with his friend Neville, and that was fun for a few matches, but he still wanted to conquer challenges by himself. Maybe that was why he was starting this feud with Braun Strowman. Maybe he felt like he needed to be David and defeat the Goliath that was Braun Strowman. Why, though? To prove a point? To whom? Himself? To Stephanie and Mick Foley? To Kevin, who might be watching? Sami didn't really know.
Sometimes Sami ached for love. He tried to move on from Kevin. He tried to start something with a few guys. Neville was more like a friend to him. Finn, while he had broke up with Hideo Itami and was single, still wasn't ready to explore a relationship. And Sami wouldn't want to date either of those guys anyway. His heart truly belonged to Kevin, and he wasn't sure he would ever be able to give himself to anyone else.
Suddenly it was Monday afternoon, about an hour and a half before call. They were in Minneapolis tonight, and Sami had some early to clear his head before the night's challenges. He was sitting in the locker room, trying to meditate and clear his head, when he felt the light above him get blocked out.
It was Kevin standing tall in front of him, the WWE Universal Championship slung over his shoulder. A rush of fear and dread washed over Sami.
"We need to talk. In private." Kevin's voice was uncharacteristically flat and calm.
Sami stood up and Kevin turned to lead him into a small equipment room. Kevin shut the door behind him and laid his championship belt down.
There was a pause, then Kevin broke the silence. "We haven't talked since that night."
Since the night I beat you? Sami thought to himself. The night I thought I finally ended it all?
"Kevin, what do you want? Why can't you just leave me alone?" Sami refused to look Kevin in the eye.
"I can't turn a blind eye when you're making stupid choices, Sami." Kevin berated him. "Braun Strowman? Really? Why are you starting shit with him?"
Sami looked away. "I dunno."
"Are you stupid, Sami? Do you want to have your career ended?" Kevin's snide voice prodded Sami for answers. "He will break you. You aren't prepared for it."
"I don't care anymore." Sami turned away from Kevin. "I'm just trying to grab the brass ring. You of all people should understand the lengths you have to go to in order to move up."
"But I'm not acting as if I have a death wish! Do you—Look at me!" Kevin reached over and spun Sami's face toward his.
Sami looked Kevin in the eyes and saw Kevin's eyes welling up with tears. Sami reached up and stroked Kevin's beard. "Habibi, I have to do this."
"No you don't. He's going to hurt you, Sami." Kevin began to let tears escape and slowly roll down his cheeks. His voice softened and started to break a little. "Go for the Cruiserweights. That would be better for you. Safer. None of them, even that TJ Perkins, none of them can match you. You'd have the belt in no time. Then we could both be champions. That would be good, right?" Kevin's hand went around to the small of Sami's back and pulled him closer. "Please."
Kevin's pleas made Sami's heart ache. He leaned in and kissed Kevin, which Kevin returned tenderly. Sami's head spun as Kevin wrapped his arms tight and made the kiss more intense, more passionate. Time froze as the two lovers lost themselves in each other's kiss. Sami relished being held close to Kevin. He shivered when Kevin dragged his bearded face across Sami's face, down to the nape of his neck and planted soft kisses on his collarbone.
Kevin pushed Sami against a low counter and propped him up. He leaned back and both he and Sami took off their shirts. Kevin dove in to kiss Sami again, making sure their bare torsos touched and rubbed against each other. Kevin leaned down and found Sami's nipple, lapping at it and suckling on it, making Sami lean his head back and smile with pleasure. Kevin nursed on one, then the other nipple, before kissing his way down Sami's furry abdomen. He pulled off Sami's shorts and saw his prizes.
Sami's cock was fully erect and his balls were furry and deliciously plump. Kevin started licking the precum dribbling from the tip of Sami's penis, then slowly encircled the head with his full, pouty lips. Kevin sank his warm willing throat down on Sami while tugging on his heavy testicles. As much as Kevin loved doing this, it wasn't the main event. No, there was still Sami's hairy, musky hole waiting. Kevin lifted up Sami's nuts and spread the fuzzy asscheeks in front of him. Nuzzling in, he inhaled. The scent filling his nostrils was comforting, intoxicating. It made Kevin melt on the inside. It made Kevin start rutting like a prize bull. It made Kevin start drilling his tongue in and lapping at the tight pucker, knowing that he was going to be sinking his dripping member in soon.
Sami was in bliss with Kevin's tongue licking at his most private spot. Grinding his hole against Kevin's prodding tongue was almost enough to give him relief, but he needed more. Running his fingers through Kevin's hair, he pulled his lover up. Leaning up and pulling Kevin in for a kiss, tasting his asshole on Kevin's tongue and beard, there was no doubt left to Kevin. Sami wanted fucked. Sami needed fucked.
No words were spoken. Only grunts and moans and looks were exchanged while Kevin dropped his shorts and nudged his blunt, fat cockhead against Sami's tender, quivering hole. Sami looked Kevin in the eyes and smiled, nodding his approval for the WWE Universal Champion to sink his title-holding phallus into Sami's needy pucker. Sami whimpered. His eyes rolled back in his head. He was whole. He was one with his lover.
Kevin slid his cock inch by inch inside his obsession and everything was right again the moment his pubes were pushed up against Sami's hot fuckhole. Kevin kissed Sami leisurely as his started thrusting his penis in and out of his lover. Sami found himself wrapping his arms and legs around Kevin, pulling him in deeper with every stroke. The two found a natural rhythm, one that could only be found by two who shared a deep bond, one that drove each other to more and more intense feelings.
Sami's body was enraptured. Kevin's cock was fucking him exactly as he needed. His prostate was getting hammered by Kevin's rod over and over. He knew it couldn't last, but he tried to banish the invading melancholy thoughts by focusing on the pleasure he was experiencing with his lover. Maybe in an alternate universe, Sami and Kevin would be married, holding tag team gold in some indie league, happy as can be, but here, this was the closest he'd get to paradise; dark trysts in hotel rooms and closets in arenas. Sami felt his body inching to orgasm. He shifted his ass higher to enable Kevin's penis to go deeper, and that drove him closer and closer to the edge.
Kevin felt the urge too. He knew Sami was getting close, and he wanted to cum with his lover. Spitting in his hand, he wrapped it around Sami's cock and started masturbating it while he fucked Sami faster and deeper. Sami's whimpers urged him on.
"Kevin, I'm there...I'm gonna-!" Sami Zayn started shooting cum into Kevin Owens' fist. Thick, ropey globs of semen splattered all over the two lovers as Kevin's cock kept fucking more and more out of Sami. Sami gasped for air, sighing and whining, as Kevin kept milking out more and more.
The clinch of Sami's asshole pushed Kevin over the edge. Throwing his head back and groaning, Kevin emptied himself in Sami's willing hole. It felt as if Kevin was wielding a garden hose, emptying himself into his lover, spurt after spurt. Head spinning in lust and endorphin rush, a fist full of Sami's spunk, Kevin leaned in and kissed Sami, sharing the afterglow with the man he so intensely desired.
A minute passed while the lovers kissed. They were still kissing when suddenly the door to the closet opened.
"Ugh, there you are! I thought I heard you. I leave you alone for one moment-" There stood Chris Jericho with his damned clipboard. Sami was shocked to see him.
Jericho tossed the two a couple of towels. "Here, Kevin, when you decide to pull yourself out of him, we have shit to do."
Kevin yelled at Jericho who was still watching the scene. "Do you mind? Give us some respect."
"Oh, alright!" Jericho turned his back, while the two used their towels to clean up and pull their pants up. "Although, if you're going back to Sami, it's clear you have no self-respect, so..."
Sami stood, knees weak but upright and tall. "Shut the fuck up, Chris. You don't know what's going on between us."
"Nor do you guys." Jericho pulled Kevin away from Sami, grabbing the Universal title belt and pushing him towards the door. "Sami Zayn, stay away from the WWE Universal Champion. Oh and you know what else?" Jericho produced a pen and started scribbling on his clipboard. "You're on the list."
Jericho pulled Kevin away from Sami. Sami's and Kevin's eyes met briefly as Kevin was going out the door. An entire conversation was traded in that look; regret, longing, dispair, hope, and then there was nothing. Sami stood in the equipment closet, filled with his lover still and yet so, so alone.
Sami decided to give it his all tonight against his big challenger. He was going to channel all he had. He'd show Kevin and Jericho.
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After Monday Night Raw went off the air, Kevin Owens walked backstage. Jericho wandered off as he was apt to do, and Kevin was going to go back to the hotel for a long shower. He walked past the closet he and Sami were caught in earlier, and saw the door was ajar. He went to close the door, and heard a quiet sniff from someone in the closet. He opened the door and found Sami, crumpled on the floor, crying.
"Sami..." Kevin stared at his lover and his heart broke. He knelt down and wrapped his arms around the sobbing man in front of him.
"He threw me out of the ring, Kevin. He didn't even let the bell ring." Sami nuzzled into Kevin's chest. "He said that he wanted real competition. I'm not even good enough to beat down, Kevin."
Kevin didn't say a word.
There were times that he would have laughed at the sobbing man in front of him. There were times when he would kick this man while he was down. Tonight, however, he knealt down and Kevin Owens cradled Sami Zayn in his arms, the same Sami Zayn who gave him two Helluva Kicks to the head and put him down for the pin a couple of months ago. Kevin knew that Sami was capable of doing it again. Kevin knew that, put in the right position, Sami could take his title away. But right now, Kevin tried to not think about that. He held Sami in his arms, kissed his forehead, and let Sami cry. He knew Sami would get his opportunity to shine. It just wasn't tonight.
Sami looked up at Kevin. "Can we go back to the hotel? Can you hold me tonight?"
Kevin stood and turned to walk out. Then, he paused and thought better of his exit.
Kevin turned his head to speak to Sami. "I'm in room 1003. Meet me there."
Kevin knew it was a mistake, just like every other time before. At that moment, however, he didn't care. Sami needed him. He would comfort Sami tonight, title be damned.