She's taking advantage of you.
Kane shooed the voice away as he watched Freyja saunter into the hotel room and turn to sit, not on the bed or a chair but a table. She eyed Kane a little nervously. He was awkward the whole ride back, well, more than usual. Wordlessly, he slipped into the bathroom and shut the door, in a few moments the sound of hot water bursting through the faucet came through the cracks in the door.
She flipped open her phone, scrolling through her contacts, and shooting a quick text to Andone.
How's your night off?
She loved her uncle to death, but she also knew him, and she knew he'd have never allowed it if he'd come to RAW with her. So he got a very welcome night off... for her own benefit. Her phone dinged softly, and she picked it back up to check it.
I saw RAW. It's a bad idea, Freyja.
She shook her head, there it was. This wasn't about whether this was a good or bad idea, this was about retribution. Lita deserved her just desserts, and Freyja would serve them to her.
Just trust me.
She managed to type it out as the water shut off, and soon out walked Kane, skin still glistening from the hot water, steam seeming to come off him and a burst of vapor poured lazily out of the bathroom door. He was naked, save for a towel held barely closed around his hips. It certainly didn't leave much to the imagination. Freyja couldn't help but look. Her husband was an absolute bastard, but he was a bastard with a good body. She didn't want to say she had a soft spot for him, his broken heart, his possessiveness, she banished the thoughts.
"Like what you see?" he taunted maliciously, catching her eyes raking him like he was a slab of meat. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at him like that. She looked away, face turning a little red.
Freyja was a puzzle. Thrown at him like a sack of garbage, she was supposed to be afraid of him. Make her afraid. You're a monster. She didn't seem to be afraid, she blushed like a school girl for being caught looking at him. Her hard, tough demeanor dropping. She seemed to be struggling, he knew just as well as she did that she shouldn't want to look at him. She should be disgusted. She should hate him. But she didn't, or, she didn't seem to. It's a show. She's trying to control you with those sweet looks. Show her what happens when someone uses you.
No, that wasn't it. He was sure of it. It was almost cute the way she averted her eyes when she was noticed. Hell, even he could feel her shell exterior breaking down for him. It was indeed fun to watch her wrestle with herself.
"No need to look away, Freyja." At the mention of her name she looked up at Kane, looking almost a little shocked at his tone. "I'm your husband. You can look if you want." he teased.
Freyja looked away again, almost angry at his jeering tone. He was enjoying this, he thought it was funny how she was at war with herself. "Hardly my husband. I still don't know that much about you..." she mumbled.
A large free hand gripped her chin, jerking her chin back to look him in the eyes. "Knowing me has nothing to do with the way you were looking at me."
Freyja was silent, she just stared up at him, mouth agape, not quite believing what he'd just said to her. Was he really hinting that...? No, he couldn't possibly be...
"I'll have you again." he said simply, it wasn't a question.
"Who said I'll have you?" Freyja fired back.
She's playing with you. She's taunting the monster.
"Save your mind games for Lita, Freyja. Do I need to remind you that I own you? You belong to me!" Kane felt his voice start to raise, and moved towards her. His felt his face heat up at her insubordinate, but Freyja continued to look up at him not with fear, but defiance.
"You have to earn me." she smacked his hand away and stood up from the table edge. "You think I belong to you, and bow to your desire just because you pissed off your ex-wife? You don't own shit."
Her words were poison, but something about her tone said she was trying to convince herself more than anything.
She's goading you on purpose. She doesn't believe you own her. Prove it. Most of the time he tried not to listen to the voices, but this one may have been on to something. He could see her eyes daring, almost begging for his action.
"Bullshit. You have five seconds to tell me no. And if you do not, I am taking what's mine." Kane snarled.
"One..."
Freyja backed up into the table's edge again, butterflies in her stomach threatened to flutter up into her throat. She knew she was tempting fate.
"Two... Three..."
Even with all the theatrics, Freyja was starting to give up on denying herself something as simple as taking pleasure in her 'prize'. Last time was good, but she was shocked to admit to herself that she wanted more.
"Four..."
The young woman pressed her thighs together, knowing she was playing a very dangerous game with her Demonic husband. Her eyes challenged him with each moment that passed.
"Five."
Not even a millisecond past uttering the number he dropped the towel, turned her roughly around, shoving her torso down to the table surface so hard she had to put her hands out to catch herself from smacking her face on the wood. Before she could push herself back up, Kane had pressed himself up against her, his full weight on her and pinning her body to the table, his feet kicked her legs apart to get as close to her as possible.
"I went easy on you last time." Kane growled in her ear, the sound traveling down her spine.
"You were nicer than I expected." she teased, her soft laughter cut short by a huge fist in her hair jerking her head back and exposing her neck to hungry lips.
"This time I'm taking you the way, I want."
"Who said I want you to?" Freyja breathed, taunting the demon. She was surprised and almost ashamed at how arousing this was, this little game she'd started. She was terrified, but she couldn't deny it was getting hot in the room.
Kane had already gotten the hint, he knew exactly what was happening here. It was something he'd always wanted with Lita, but she didn't like it rough. She wanted a lover, tender like Matt, but Kane didn't know tenderness and he never had. Judging by the way Freyja sighed from beneath his grip as he bit down on her pulse point, Freyja didn't want tenderness. He should be so lucky. His free hand slipped down to her hip, forcing itself between her skin and her jeans, slipping under her underwear and he dipped his middle finger inside her pussy. Hot, tight, and so, so wet.
"Your body betrays you, little girl." He brought his hand up, showing off his soaked middle finger to her and pushing it past her lips, forcing her to suck it clean.
"Fuck you." She moaned around his finger, her own taste mingling with her words, eyes closed.
"Shut up." He growled and drug her back up to stand and turned her around to face him again, hands cradling her head, keeping her rooted firmly in her spot and forcing her to look up at him. He laughed at her, that wicked little laugh he always did, the one that Lita hated so much.
It was the laugh of a man who knew he had his prey cornered. With his hands wrapped fully around her head and jaw, with her having nowhere to look but his wicked face, he snarled, "The safe word is 'mercy'."
~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~
"You know this doesn't mean I love you, right?" Freyja whispered, hands folded on Kane's chest, chin resting on the little platform they made. It had been a good 30 minutes of them lying there in silence, after Kane had fucked her from about every position possible. His fingers lazily traced little patterns on her back, and this was the first thing either of them had said in that 30 minute time span.
"It doesn't make everything magically okay." She managed to force out, even though her throat was still a little gravelly. Her neck still hurt from the choking.
"I know." he deadpanned. He didn't want her to love him. He didn't care if their physical closeness didn't make things okay. As long as she was here and willing to execute his will, she could feel however she wanted. That's what he told himself. After another brief moment of silence he chuckled at her, "The sex is good, though."
"Yeah, at least there's that." Freyja laughed, and relaxed a little bit. "What are you gonna do about Edge next week?"
"I could lay Edge out any day of the week. I'm not worried about Edge." Kane gave a little chuckle, the soft 'heh heh heh' he always did, and his young wife smirked up at him from her spot laid fully on his chest.
"Can I come out with you?" Freyja propped herself up on her forearms to look at her husband. "I want to if Lita comes out with Edge."
"You're asking my permission? I don't care what you do." Kane was a bit confused, Freyja shouldn't care what he thought. But, he did like control, and the fact she was even willing to give that to him made him wonder if, 'I don't care.' was a good enough answer.
Freyja nodded and said nothing else after that. She didn't love Kane, but at least she knew she could get used to him.
~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~
Edge paced the ring, heart racing, that silly bastard wouldn't dare even look at Lita after tonight, he'd make sure of it. Of course Kane was mad about the whole thing, in all honesty Edge didn't blame him for being angry at his ex-wife, but property damage was another thing, and touching his girlfriend was worse. It was unacceptable. And so he waited with baited breath for the Devil's favorite demon to walk down that ramp to his doom.
Speak of the devil, Edge thought as WWE's newest couple sauntered down the ramp, looking ready for blood. The look on their faces was exactly why he told Lita she shouldn't come out. Freyja looked a bit dissapointed at the lack of redhead at ringside as she held the top rope down for her monstrous husband.
Announcements made, fighters in their corners, bells rang, the two men circled each other. Going in, Edge found himself face to face with the Demon, who sidestepped easily and threw the younger man into the turnbuckle like he was no heavier that a paperweight. His forehead collided with the lightly padded clip, and he turned right away in time to raise his foot and let Kane run into it.
Kane doubled over slightly at the boot he just ran into. Edge was a man possessed, going straight in for his signature Edgecution, but was shoved off easily by an even more possessed Kane. Moving the blonde back into the corner, he got a few good shots in before the ref moved him away.
The men continued this way, the blows exchanged heavy and fierce, Kane almost constantly keeping the upper hand, until finally Edge's last submission got locked in even in his compromised state. The Canuck was like an angry pitbull, jaw clenched, nothing would unhook him.
"Touch Lita again and I'll kill you." Edge snarled, Kane's legs wrapped awkwardly around his, fighting against the struggling giant.
"Ahhh! Screw... you..." Kane bit back through gritted teeth, trying for all he was worth to get to the bottom rope.
Edge walked Kane back again to the center, sitting back farther to add to the strain. "You can tap out now, bastard."
Kane just groaned, eyes finding Freyja, her eyes holding that rage that was always there, focus, and... worry?
No, she's not worried about you. Who worries about a Monster?
Kane wouldn't tap out. He. Would. Not. Do. It. He'd refrain. If he tapped out, he'd look weak. Especially after he'd beaten his opponent silly and he could still be tapped out? No. It wasn't acceptable, unless...
Snap! Something in his knee gave way, and the panic started to set in. It hurt. More than anything he'd felt in his life. And it burned. He moaned in pain. Edge felt it, too, and the human part of him hoped Kane would tap out soon. The animal part of him refused to let go even as he felt his opponents knee snap. The human part only wanted to hurt him, not end his career, the animal part didn't care.
Finally, with needles shooting up his leg and blinded by pain, Kane tapped. He felt like his hand wasn't his own, every part of his mind rebelled against the tapping of his hand against the mat but it did anyway. As if he was on autopilot, he tapped and the bell rang. Kane rolled to the side holding his knee. Freyja rounded the corner, calling after him,
"Are you okay? Kane?"
"I'm fine!" Kane snapped. But he'd make Edge pay.
Once a sense other than pain returned to the Big Red Monster, he saw Edge celebrating his earned victory. Ignoring the knives sticking in his knee, Kane slowly got up and limped up behind his opponent, to the surprise of Edge, who turned around to a beatdown.
Kane didn't care if he was injured, he didn't care if never walked again. He should have won that match, and he didn't need a leg to beat the shit out of Edge.. So, maybe he'd lost the battle but he was about to win the war. As Kane wailed on Edge, Lita ran out and down the ramp, only to be stopped by Freyja, standing right between the barrier opening. The older woman stopped in her tracks, backing up a bit, eyes fixed on her poor boyfriend, help up by his hair in the center of the ring like his head was a trophy amongst cheers from the Draconian crowd. Freyja's fists flexed open and closed, smirking knowingly at the veteran before her. Lita kept a close eye on her, but was more interested in the Blonde in the ring.
He was unceremoniously dropped, and Freyja's attention was turned back to Kane, who rolled beneath the bottom rope to exit, and stumbled unsteadily on his right leg as his feet hit the ground. Leaving Lita to tend to her now-broken man, Freyja went back to help prop up the monster she'd been forced to marry, helping him ascend the ramp. Kane had lost, and he'd have to recover, but the message was still out there.
Lita was gonna pay for what she'd done. Anyone who associated with her wasn't safe.
