Sorry if this kind of fast, but these men want revenge and they aren't about to give the Anti-Court a chance to fight back and mess up their plans.


Anyone who saw AJ Styles that morning would say that he had a certain spring in his step. He lugged his single carry-on over his shoulder, shades in place over his eyes, and a whistle on his lips. He strolled through the airport terminal like it was nothing, like he had nothing to hide. Some looked his way, but not many.

The advantages of being on TNA, he supposed.

AJ didn't have to wait long in line; things seemed to be going pretty smoothly today. There was no fussing, no screaming kids, and no hold-ups. It seemed that everything was going his way lately, these past few weeks nothing but fun and games.

AJ could still taste Evan's lips, could still smell the scent of his naked fear, those delicious screams echoed in his ears. The sight of him on his back, thighs forced apart…or on his belly, taking all the punishment that he himself had to dish out…

It made his hunger stir, but he knew he could never have it again. As much as the Anti-Court would like to fool themselves into thinking that they could take the subs for their own, it could never happen. AJ may have been crazy, but he wasn't a fool. He knew when his goals were out of reach. He knew when he had been beaten at his own game. Well, not so much beaten as…matched. Chris could have his broken angel back, he could keep that little darkling in his bed every night.

It would annoy AJ that Evan would be sucking that jackass's dick every night, but what could he do?

What he could do was what had already been done.

AJ could only pray that the fear he'd instilled into the young thing, the shame and the guilt, were enough to keep him on the sexual sidelines for months to come.

//Who am I kidding?// the brunette gave a bitter snort of a laugh, dropping his bag onto the x-ray conveyer belt //That little whore was probably back on his knees the moment he stopped sneezing. That…or he's dead.//

One could only hope.

The burly security guard manning the station gave him a long once-over. AJ flashed him a smirk, noting that the guy was pretty decent looking. He had time for a quickie before his flight arrived, and if this guy was offering - he'd take it. AJ was a creature of impulse and lust, he wasn't going to deny his stirring cock it's pleasure just because he was on the run.

Okay, maybe that was a pretty good reason.

The security guard tapped the female bag attendant's shoulder, whispering something in his ear. The attendant seemed confused, brow creasing, but the young woman nodded. She typed in a code to the computer, and it gave a sharp beep.

"Sir, it seems you've been selected for a random full-body search" the security officer informed him, full lips curled up a bit in a faint smile.

"Have I?" AJ purred, leaning against the desk and wetting his lips.

The guard came around the desk, taking the wrestler gently by the elbow.

"This way, Mr. Styles."

AJ found himself turned on by the gesture as he was led across the terminal to one of the back rooms. He didn't think for a moment what else this could be other than a nooner. He was already hard, anticipating the fucking he was about to get. This guy had some serious muscle! The man stopped in front of the door, AJ turned to look up at him through his lashes.

"You first, Mr. Styles."

"Aren't you going to join me?" AJ leant against the door, smirking confidently "I don't wanna be all alone in there. I might get up to some…trouble."

The guard smirked back, knowing exactly what the younger man was talking about, "How about you get started without me? I've got to turn off the cameras. I can't let them catch our…trouble, can I?"

With his ego thoroughly stroked and the door opened for him, AJ backed up into the room. He kept his eyes on the officer the entire time, not once turning around until the door was shut between them.

"Score" AJ chuckled to himself, giving a quick victory pump before turning to find a good place to fuck. It looked like an interrogation room out of Law & Order, one wide metal desk in the middle and nothing else. But this room had something the show didn't. This room…had Chris Jericho leaning against said desk.

The blonde was smirking at him, waving a hello.

The grin dropped from AJ's face, realization blooming like acid in his gut. He whipped around, grabbing for the doorknob and twisting. It wouldn't budge, no matter how hard he jerked at it. He contemplated calling for help, and had no sooner opened his mouth when Jericho decided to speak up.

"It's sound-proofed" Chris stated, showing he had no hope of escaping "I chose your grave just as intimately as I chose your bait."

"The guard…"

"Handsome, isn't he?" Chris tilted his head "He seemed like your type. Handsome enough to be obtainable, subtle enough to be interesting."

The blonde couldn't stop himself from laughing at the wrestler's sudden stiff posture, "What's wrong, Styles? Did you think you were getting laid? I'm so sorry."

AJ took a deep breath, trying to calm his suddenly racing heart, "I guess you're here about Evan?"

"Yeah" Chris scoffed "I'm here because you fucked your friend. I'm here because you broke the trust and body of my Evan. I'm here…because you thought you were going to get away with it."

Chris stood up straighter, his gaze hardening, "I'm here to prove you were wrong."

"Mmmm, did you like how I trussed him up for you?" AJ tilted back his head, eyes closed, a smile curling his lips "Was he as pretty the next morning as when I left him? Oh, Irvine, he was so sweet beneath me…"

Chris armed himself with his weapon, slipped behind his back as he inched closer, "Did you enjoy him?"

"Very much so" AJ licked his lips hungrily, memories dancing behind his eyelids "He was tight and hot, I'll give you that. You're lucky to have an eager whore like that spreading his legs for you every night."

AJ pushed away from the door, not yet turning around, "If I had just met him a year earlier, he'd be all mine…"

A solid hand fell on his shoulder, "Keep dreaming."

AJ cried out as his knee gave under a swift kick, thrown off center and dragged across the room. He struggled out of the tight grip, throwing punches that connected with hard muscle. He forgot how famed Jericho was for being able to take a solid hit, in the ring and out. Great, he chose a master who was a brawler.

"Let me go, you son 'bitch!" AJ growled, clawing at the blonde's fingers to no avail.

Chris kept his grip firm spinning the smaller man around and slamming him against the desk. AJ cried out at the pain that shot across his abdomen from the edge. A sharp jab got him in the swell of his buttocks, he hissed and arched away from it.

"What the fuck?"

"Enjoy this, boy" Chris hissed into his ear, leaning hard into him to pin him down "This is what you wanted for Evan, and this is what you deserve."

Fire shot through AJ, searing his muscles up from his legs. He let out a strangled cry, hunching his shoulders and dropping to the desk on his elbows.

Chris removed the empty syringe with a scowl, "Take it like a man, Styles."

All thoughts of AJ's pride was gone. He clenched his eyes shut, shuddering against the icy surface of the table. He started to pant, unable to draw in as much air as he needed. His lungs were cramping in his chest, pressing hard against his ribs. His fingers scrambled for purchase against the smooth desk, each inhale felt like it was shredding his throat. AJ tried desperately to keep his eyes open, but they were watering up.

//No, no// AJ flipped around, clutching at his heart as it picked up a racer's pace in his chest. He tried to take the pressure off his chest, his focus was quickly put to his assailant's hand around his throat. He was slammed onto the table, the thud of his body smacking on the surface echoed in his ears. He gaped up at Chris, the blonde hovering over him to get a good look at his face.

Chris was saying something, taunting him, but it was lost in the thumping of his blood pounding in his ears. AJ's vision doubled on him, growing fuzzy at the edges. The lights above him swirled, growing fainter and dimmer with each swell of his heart. He couldn't speak, couldn't hear anything else but his veins threatening to burst with the force of his life-giving organ.

//No, please, no…// was all his desperate mind could stream //It was a game! It was all a game…pawns, people, chess, a game…//

Looking up at the ceiling, AJ knew he hadn't taken Chris's king, but he had sure as hell made a good suicide move. Maybe he hadn't completely lost, for he would always be remembered. And wasn't that what all wrestlers aimed to do in the end?

AJ smirked suddenly, lips wrapping around his last words.

"…I got your Queen…"

Chris watched the younger man go through his last seconds of life, fingers twitching erratically and chest heave in an arch. Then he went limp, the last of him leaving his shell. In reality, it only took a few minutes for the serum to work, but it seemed like so much longer. Jericho could think of no better revenge for his sub, giving AJ a taste of the medicine he had tried to deal upon Evan. He wasn't about to let this little hick get away with it, and a part of him was sated. The wild part, the dominant part, was content.

Chris rapped his knuckles across the metal of the door, it cracked open to reveal the officer he had conspired with.

"It seems Mr. Styles has suffered from a major heart attack" Chris slipped the empty syringe into the man's hand, who immediately stuffed it into a small black bag "If they feel like looking it up, he has heart problems in his family. Too bad…he was all alone in here when it happened."

The officer managed, "It's also a tragedy that the morning shift didn't put in a fresh tape for the security feed, Mr. Styles death was missed during the changing of the guard."

"Tragic" Chris spat the word like a poison, slipping on his sunglasses and striding out.

"My regards to Master 'Taker" the guard stated as he passed.

The blonde smirked softly to himself, looking to all the world like a jackal, "I'll send them along."

A young man in a fedora looked up when Chris passed him, shaded eyes tracking his movements. A slight nod was exchanged between them, the younger man threw his magazine in the trash and fell in step beside the blonde.

Together, they left the terminal.

xXxXxXx

Jake cracked an eye open, turning his head a little to watch his phone vibrate across the coffee table. He had his thick form stretched out on the couch, hands folded on his belly. He had been trying to sleep, but someone had turned Survivor on and it kept him up. He found himself following it by sound alone, and Morrison was really into it.

John was cradling a thick pillow to his chest from his chair, eyes on the TV.

Jeff and Jay were talking quietly in the kitchen, discussing Punk and his emotional state. He had fallen asleep a few hours ago, the Hardy had stayed upstairs with them for quite some time.

The kitten were upstairs together, Cody watching over the sleeping blonde. From Jay's report, the young sub couldn't find any real rest for himself.

Evan had taken some medicine the doctor had given him, some antibiotics to help chase away the last of the fever. Whether or not he was getting any rest, he couldn't tell. He was breathing easy from the look of it, but he could just be thinking.

That boy was wiser than all of them sometimes, all of his twenty-six years weighing heavily on his shoulders.

Jake lazily reached out, cupping his cell in his palm and bringing it up to his face. He winced at the bright light, for the living room had been dimmed down. He clicked open the message, his eyes scanning over the words with a light heart.

Jake-

The trash didn't leave the country, our gold-medal fiend didn't get more than a glimpse of sunlight. We're close, baby.

- love, Miz

Jake carefully rolled himself off the couch, creeping past it towards the kitchen. He shielded his eyes, nearly stumbling as he came up to the table. The two best friends looked up from their coffee, brows creased. It was too early for anyone to be up, except Morrison (but he was suffering from a bout of insomnia and had kept the TV on most of the night.)

"Jake, darlin', what's up?" Jeff drawled, looking the large blonde over.

Jake held out his phone, showing them the message.

Both the blonde and the southern boy tensed as a dark chuckle escape their third, both looking over to the Canadian like he'd grown another head.

Jay tipped his head down, grinning like a cat.

"Okay, maybe I lied" Jay slowly raised his eyes, peering at his best friend through the golden curtain of his lashes "Maybe I enjoy the idea of Adam killing for me…maybe more than I should."

Jeff's own lips curled, "I knew ya did, Jay."

Jake shivered at the cold wickedness that passed between the older man, wondering if he'd ever be like them.


Sorry it took so long to post, I thought I had actually put this chapter up already.