Dear beloved readers:

As most of you know, I've started another story (Lucky Charms) - against my better wishes -and so The Walls of Jericho took an inadvertent back seat.

That along with the fact that I had to figure out a way to speed things along when it came to Jericho's past has SERIOUSLY slowed down the updating process for this story.

I am really sorry.

PS: SHAWN PISSES ME OFF TO NO END!!! ARGH!!!!! Just had to say that.

Okay... back to the story.

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The locker room was filled to the brim with loud, over-sized, and sweaty wrestlers. It was the final show in the city of Orlando and the start of a well needed vacation for many of the wrestlers. The next city WWF would graciously appear in was none other than the hometown of the show stopper himself – San Antonio. Once there, the two week vacation was set to start.

For Shawn Michaels, going to San Antonio meant a chance to see the house he had bought a few months ago for the second time – the first time being when he was actually house hunting. For Hunter, San Antonio was a city filled with top-of-the-line gyms, and that equated to more workout time. Along with that, Hunter was a heavy womanizer, and the girls in Texas – according to hearsay – were wilder than most. With that piece of information, Hunter was more than excited to go to San Antonio to "simply" check the validity of such a rumor. Many of the other guys wanted to go for the same reasons as Hunter, while some wanted to honestly sight-see the city and even innocently visit family and friends.

For Chris Jericho, going to San Antonio and being on this vacation meant absolutely nothing but sheer torture.

Over the time span of eight months, since his drunken mistake with Hunter Helmsley, Chris Jericho's relationship with The Heartbreak Kid was nothing short of highly abusive. As a means to garner some form of forgiveness, Chris willingly accepted any and all of Shawn's demands. After every show, Chris was expected to go to his hotel room –which he shared with other wrestlers from time to time – so as not to arouse any suspicion. Whenever Shawn called, no matter how inconvenient the timing was for Chris, the younger blond was given a window of only five minutes to grab his stuff, and head over to a room according to the instructions of Michaels.

Initially, Chris had deemed the whole set up, and the different forms of punishment that came with it, as completely rational and highly justified. After all it was he who – drunk or not – had slept with the man Shawn had considered to be closer than a brother. All that kept Jericho together were those little tidbits of genuine affection that Shawn would often slide into their time together. However, the treats soon got stale. It had been eight months – going on to nine – and Chris Jericho was starting to have second thoughts. Over those eight months, all Chris had done was obey Michaels' instructions. He allowed the man to simply take him whenever he wanted without putting up any sort of fight, and then was unceremoniously shown the door right after. In short, their relationship was at a standstill - and sinking fast.

The show came to a close, and the cameras shut off after the ringing of the final bell. The arena cleared as the crowd left along with some of the wrestlers backstage. After sitting down for a total of one entire hour – his back was engulfed in burning pain – Chris Jericho at last had gathered up enough strength to stand. He quickly headed over to the shower room. On average, Jericho tried to make his showers at least five minutes long, even less depending on how many people were waiting. However due to the massive welts – uncovered once the body make up ran off – that laced his entire back and were still very much fresh and painful, his shower time grew longer. //Shit!// He glared angrily at his left shoulder with a grimaced look on his face as the soapy water slid down his back – filling up his canyon-like welts. The pain mirrored the feeling that accompanies wounds being slowly torn open.

Chris glared angrily at the tiled wall with his jaw clenched to the pain as he tried his best to somehow work around the massive cuts, and bruises that seemed to encase his entire body. //Damn it! This is stupid! Why the hell do I put up with this?!// He knocked a closed fist against the tiled wall to counter the agony that wrapped its' thorny hands around his body. //It's not like I even meant to sleep with Hunter! Shawn even said he understood, so why am I getting such harsh punishment?!// His cavernous frown deepened. //Can't he just....// A grave sigh accompanied his lost train of thought. //Well I can't blame him. I mean my first guy was.... that gorilla! He must be hurting more than he lets on. He is the type to hide his true feelings after all.// Another heavy sigh. //I shouldn't be expecting him to forgive me in such a short time. That would be unfair. If this is what it takes to eventually regain his trust, then I just have to man up.// The burst of self-motivation did not aid in lessening the pain of the fresh wounds. Given that, Chris opted to silence all thought and quickly finish taking a shower. Thirty plus excruciating minutes later and Chris was finally able to turn off the warm water and step out.

He had not even fully exited the shower before a pair of muscular arms latched tightly around his waist and instantly grabbed his limp manhood.

"Wha-?!" Chris barely managed to register anything before a jolt of pain surged through his body rendering him numb. "Ow! Ow!"

"I wouldn't be so loud if I were you Chris." The all too familiar husky voice rattled against Chris' eardrums. "You don't want to alert the guys in the locker room now do you?"

Chris clammed up immediately and stared intently at the closed door ahead. //When did he get in?!//

Panic immediately set in as Chris eyed the door. It then dawned heavily on him that all his co-workers were simply separated by the wooden plank with a knob that could be turned from the outside. Just one turn was all it would take for someone to march into the shower room only to see Chris Jericho standing stark naked with another man groping his jewels. With that knowledge, Chris chose to pacify the situation rather than go the normal route and attempt to fight it.

"S-Shawn..." The older man simply tightened his grip in response. Chris bit down hard on his lower lip. "L-Listen to me!"

The grip tightened again. "Why are you shouting Chris? I can hear you just fine."

Once the pain subsided a bit, Chris' baby blues once more beheld the door in their sights. It sent a quick surge of fear coupled with panic down Chris' spine. //Please let no one come in here!//

"Oh wow."

The sudden playful tone drew Chris' attention to the situation at hand. His jaw almost fell off at the sight. Despite Shawn's immensely tight grip – that rivaled the death squeeze of a fully grown Anaconda – Chris Jericho was hard. And it hurt even more. Shawn grinned deviously at the sight and let out a dark chuckle.

The older blond's low voice trickled in. "It's seems that you're a glutton for punishment Chrissy."

Chris did nothing more than grind his teeth in reply. Shawn grinned even more unbeknown to Chris who was still staring at the door with fear coursing through his eyes. The older blond blew hot air on the back of Jericho's still-dripping-wet neck. An army of goose bumps popped up immediately. The sight amused Shawn.

"Now this can go one of two ways Chris." He quickly moved his hands in an up/down fashion, causing Jericho's rigid stance to immediately falter. "One, you can ask me, politely, to let you cum before anyone gets in here. Or two, you can prolong this agony and risk being caught in such a precarious position."

"H-Ha!" //Bide time. Gotta bide time. If I can get him to just finish this then I won't have to adhere to his demands.// Chris steadied his rugged breathing. "Y-You can't..." He paused again to catch another breath, "S-Stay here. I-If anyone s-sees you -"

Shawn frowned a bit and tightened his grip to interrupt the younger man. He quickly placed his thumb down on the tip of Jericho's erection with force. The immense pain that came from being squeezed to death and from being stopped seconds before an orgasm effectively made Jericho shut up.

"You seem to forget who it is you're talking to Chrissy." The older man's voice downed to an all time low with venom threading through his words, "I am the foundation of this industry. I have power beyond your imagination." He leaned in closer to the younger man's ear, "No one will ever go against me. No one will ever challenge me. No one will ever threaten me. And you are no exception Chris."

Chris Jericho's mind was at three different places – he was focusing on the door and the fact that someone could walk in at any given moment, he was focusing on the pain, and he was focusing on a way out. It was a sheer miracle that Jericho's mind had not cracked under such an intense situation leaving him to rely on his bare animal instincts that would guarantee to worsen the situation.

Shawn sighed, "Well now you've spoiled my good mood." A teasing tone slipped in naturally, "That wasn't very nice Chrissy."

Had he not been preoccupied with the happenings "below the belt" Chris knew he would have retaliated with something. His brows creased heavily as he strained to look ahead. His vision was fading fast.//Damn it! I can't think straight!//

"Now your options have been cut down to only one, Chris."

Shawn rested his heavy chin on Jericho's bruised shoulder garnering a near silent whimper from the younger man. The reaction brought a playful smile to Shawn's face, and immediately after, a short laugh. Chris slid his eyes over his shoulder to view Shawn. The pleased look on the older man's face caused Jericho to scowl intensely. The effort proved futile.

"This can all be over with Chris." His wide smile thinned as his eyes looked directly at Jericho. "All you have to do is beg."

//Shit!// Chris glared at Shawn, at the door, and then back at Shawn again. //How is one man so damn cruel?!// He felt his mind slipping from being withheld for so long. To add to the threat of fainting with a hard-on, his blood circulation was dwindling away by the second now. //Crap! If I don't do something now I'll pass out!// A few grueling seconds passed by before Chris – cornered and in immense pain – finally gave in. Through clenched teeth that threatened to pierce enamel, Chris' voice shriveled up and etched out in what could only be described as a mere whimper. //Swallow your pride Chris.//

"P-Please l-let me..." His breath hitched once Shawn moved his hands, "L-Let me...c-cum."

"Oh come on Chrissy." Shawn chuckled lightly, "I know I taught you better than that." Chris' glare intensified as his baby blues shot daggers at Shawn's expression of joy. "In case you've forgotten, you're supposed to beg. Beg like your life depends on it." He scoffed slightly, "Well, actually it does now."

A bitter taste ran over Jericho's tongue and clambered down his throat – drowning the hollow space in liquid bitterness. His mind was now far from clarity, but somehow still intact enough to weigh his options. On one hand he had his pride to consider, however on the other hand – as much as it hurt to admit – Shawn was right. //If any of the guys come in here and see me...// He swung his near pleading – with a hint of anger – glare at the door. //I can kiss WWF goodbye. Heck I can forget about doing anything sports related after this!//

"I think you better hurry Chris. I can't hold on much longer."

Taking a large gulp of air, Chris started his sentence mumbling. "P-Please, I-I'll do anything." He clenched his jaw with enough force to chomp through steel. "P-Please let me c-cum."

Shawn planted a firm, but light, kiss on the side of Chris' exposed neck. "Atta boy."

With a few more strokes and by simply removing his thumb from the tip, Shawn granted Chris' request. The younger blond instantly fell as his knees went lax. His entire body soon caved in and lay crumpled on the shower room floor. Shawn stared down at the younger blond with a placid expression wiping his face and tea green eyes. Once Chris had ceased to move, and was able to gather his wits about him, Shawn's cheery demeanor immediately returned like clockwork.

"With this I don't see any reason for you to come over tonight Chris."

Chris grunted slightly as he etched himself into a seated position so as to position his slightly weakened body for standing. //Just hurry up and leave already!// His head was hung low with his baby blues raking over the grimy floor. Shawn titled his head a bit to the side and smiled teasingly. A loud, barking laugh escaped the man and reverberated off the tiled walls.

"You have no idea how cute you are Chrissy."

Chris was still attempting to stand, but somehow all his energy was gone. He soon discovered the source once drops of water fell from his eyes and kissed the back of his hands. He forced back the need to sob. //Just leave!// Anger, and disgust coursed through his veins. Shawn stayed put for a few more seconds, before stepping over Chris' crumpled frame and heading to the door. He stopped short to wash his hands and then turned the door knob. The sound of the door creaking open alerted Chris immediately as he shot a wide-eyed look up at Shawn.

"Wait!" He clambered to his feet using the wall to support his staggered stance. "D-Don't -!"

The door was flung wide open revealing an empty locker room. Chris all but gaped at the sight his eyes beheld. All the lockers were wide open and empty. The entire room was empty.

"W-Where is everybody?" His voice trailed in from such a distance that it sounded alien to him.

Shawn looked over his board shoulder darting his nonchalant eyes at Chris. "They left a long time ago Chris."

Chris' distant look of disbelief morphed quickly into a look of terrible rage, "But you-!"

"I lied." Shawn smiled gently at the startled man. "I do that a lot."

He turned away and exited the room. The loud clopping sounds of his heavy boots hit Jericho's ears hard. Just two steps out, Shawn paused his hypnotic gait. His back remained turned to Chris.

"I suggest you take another bath Jericho. See you." He waved swiftly over his shoulder at Chris and left the locker room altogether.

It was not until a good ten minutes – who exactly was keeping count was anyone's guess – that Chris Jericho had finally registered that the shower room door had closed, and Shawn was gone. The urge to cry that haunted him before had vanished along with the urge to slide down the length of the tiled wall and fall back onto the floor. Both feelings were replaced by the sudden urge to curl up into a ball, and die.

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Me: "JERICHO!!!!!" *sobs loudly* "You poor baby!"

Jericho: *lying on the couch sleeping*

Me: "I AM KILLING SHAWN THE MOMENT HE GETS IN RANGE!!!!"

Randy: *eating a cookie* (It's a mystery WHERE he gets this from!) "Didn't you issue that threat a few chapters ago at Jericho?"

Me: *balls hands into fists and shakes them* "This is different! Shawn is the devil-reincarnate! HE MUST DIE!!!!"

Randy: *rolls eyes* "Well, he can't or else the story basically makes no sense right."

Me: *sighs in defeat* "Oh yeah." *drags feet back to computer desk* "May as well get this over with. Forgive me Jericho!"