Title: The Road Less Traveled (26/?)
Author: Esquirella
Rating: R (for violence in some chapters.)
Disclaimer: I own the Rio character and have written other stories with her. I own all non WWE characters. But I do not own the wrestlers. (Unfortunately. They are so cute!)
Synopsis: In this chapter: Shannon makes sure Rio understands exactly where he's coming from.
Distribution: Just in case anyone's interested in it, please ask me first. More than likely, I will agree.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I swear, I'm working on Rio's first stories. You want to see how this one ends, don't you? Please bear with me.
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Fury's condition had remained grim for a few days, then improved slightly as the young man's eyes fluttered open for a few seconds. Sven seemed mildly pleased with the progress but Justin couldn't be sure how his partner truly felt about Fury's chances. He could only hope for Rio's sake that they'd begun treatment in time.
Finally deciding she needed to be told, Justin dialed Rio's number quickly.
"Yes?" she answered her phone breathlessly. Justin smiled fondly, realizing he'd probably interrupted her training.
"How are you doing?"
"Justin," she greeted him amiably. "I am fine. How are you?"
"We are well," he said slowly. "I wish your friend Fury were better, though."
"Fury?" she asked in confusion. "What is wrong with him?"
He tried to gauge her reaction before continuing, knowing she would not be completely surprised at the situation but that she would view the incident as related to her in some way. He looked over his shoulder as Sven entered the room quietly and sat down in a chair nearby.
"We found Fury in a hospital not far from the city in which your championship match took place," Justin began. "He was unresponsive - almost comatose."
"I did this to him?" she asked in horror.
"No, Small One. You did not."
"Then how?"
"We suspect Henry, but do not know how yet."
"Do you know what caused it?"
"A poison called Metaldehyde," he answered wearily. "We think it was administered through a stab wound in his abdomen. It happened well after the match, Rio."
He heard her sigh on the other end of the line, taking all of this in. Finally she spoke again. "There is more you have not said yet."
Justin smiled again. She had always been so perceptive when she lived with them. He knew it was one of her most valuable assets.
"None of the former champions for the last three years is alive."
Another silent moment passed before she answered. "Not one?"
"I'm sorry, but no."
"Henry is killing them," she said with definiteness.
"That is what we suspect, too," Justin said. "We want you to be very careful during your next few matches. He would not try anything right away, but he will try something eventually."
"I understand."
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A few days later, Matt trudged up the steps to Jeff's house to talk to his brother before they both left on separate planes to different cities. He was glad he and Jeff were on good terms again because he always missed his brother sorely when they fought. But he was determined to stay close to Shannon as well feeling like the younger man really had become his blood since they'd been spending so much time together.
As soon as he knocked Jeff's dog came running to the screen door, announcing Matt's presence. Jeff peeked down the hallway and laughed as he saw his brother scowl down at the excited canine.
"He really likes ya," he assured Matt, who remained skeptical.
"Yeah, right."
"Ya all set t' go," Jeff asked as he held the dog back so Matt could get inside the door.
"Yep. Ya ridin' wit us?"
"Hoped to," Jeff replied. "That okay?"
"Sure. Shanny and Sane left this mornin', so i's just you, me an' Amy."
"She excited t' be on th' road witchew again?"
"As eva," Matt grinned. He grabbed his brother's suitcase and began to drag it out to his car, leaving Jeff to lock up the house.
"Hey," Jeff said and Matt turned back to him. "Thanks again fo' givin' Rio back t' me."
"Quit thankin' me," he answered in a mock surly voice. "Jus' fix 'er attitude problem."
"Oh, we're tryin'." Jeff laughed.
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Shannon checked into his hotel room and retreated right into it, waiting for Rio to arrive as promised. Looking around the room to make sure it was acceptable, he was determined to make her stay with him tonight. Not wanting any interruptions, he'd made certain to check into a hotel a bit further from the arena than usual and he'd turned his phone off. This last move was also to ensure that Rio couldn't call him with any excuses.
He heard a gentle knock on the door and smiled as we went to open it. There she stood in her silver paint and all. He was chagrined that she had decided to stay in costume but knew it would take time to get her to reveal herself. He would try to be more patient now that he had her here.
"Hey, baby, c'mon in."
She warily stepped over the threshold and into the room. Once she'd cleared the entrance he closed the door with an air of finality that made her glance nervously over her shoulder. He smiled again and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
"Shannon?" she queried. "I did tell you I would not be staying tonight."
"Ya did," he agreed nuzzling her silver painted neck. "Butcha are."
"I am not," she asserted beginning to struggle. He turned her in his arms and covered her lips with his mouth, devouring her arguments. His hands traveled all over her body, memorizing her various lean curves. He deepened the kiss, quickly slipping his tongue into her mouth to explore its sweet depths. Finally breaking the kiss some moments later, he locked his eyes onto her mirrored glasses wishing he could convince her to remove them. But that would take time and a whole lot of trust.
"Yo' stayin', li'l girl," he said huskily. "I cain' take no fo' an answa anymo'. I's killin' me."
She stared at him for another long moment and Shannon knew she was attempting to marshal her emotions so she could flee. Not about to let that happen, he pulled her in close again for another mind-blowing kiss that had her leaning into him for support. Suddenly, he realized her arms had stolen around his neck and she was kissing him back with equal measure. Elation shot through him and he backed them up slowly to the bed. He wasn't waiting anymore. He would make her his tonight. NOW!
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Rio couldn't seem to stop her heart from pounding almost out of her chest. She had a feeling Shannon had romantic plans but she didn't anticipate this reaction to him. She knew now the battle was lost before she'd even arrived there, as he seemed very set on having his way. She knew she could have stopped him at any point if she chose to, not just because she was a fighter but because he would not hurt her. But she couldn't bring herself to want to stop him.
Shannon's hands roamed her body paying particular attention to her chest. He'd removed her light jacket and dropped it on the floor beside the bed they now stood next to. His hands were working on the sports bra, which was all that remained between them and her breasts. He slid his fingers beneath the fabric and pulled it over her head returning his attention to her skin as soon as the garment was free.
"So ya don' paint EV'RY body part, huh?"
"Do you have any idea what a process it is to get this stuff off of me?" Rio was glad to have worn her latex mask as Shannon would have seen her face turn beet red just then. "I leave my most sensitive areas free of it."
"I bet," he laughed throatily as he bent to kiss one of her nipples and lave it with his tongue.
Rio felt a sudden, familiar warmth pool deep within her that she hadn't felt for quite some time. Strangely, she did not find herself dwelling upon her past at the moment. She gave in to her emotions and kicked off her boots, deciding not to fight him anymore tonight.
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Shannon felt Rio's resistance diminish as he eased her back onto the bed. He was happy he wouldn't have to battle with her anymore on this as she became a very willing participant. He made no move to remove her wig or glasses, however, as he feared that would spoil the mood. He wanted nothing to spoil this night. He leaned over her sucking her other nipple deep into his mouth, while stealthily pulling off her tights. She was so enthralled with his mouth she took little notice of his hands.
When she lay naked beneath him he looked down at her body and smiled. "Beautiful," he whispered. He noticed her tense a little and kissed her belly to relax her. He then eased himself back up to remove his own clothes, quickly laying back on top of her when he was done. He looked into her glasses again, imagining her eyes locking with his own.
"I'm clean," he said, already guessing she was as well. He doubted she'd been with any other man since her husband.
"Me too," she barely breathed.
He said no more, laying between her legs and positioning himself at her wet and ready entrance. She gave no resistance, even helping him find his place. He was praying he could hold on long enough to bring her over the edge with him.
"If yo' eyes are closed, open 'em," he commanded softly, kissing her lips briefly.
"Why?"
He pushed himself slowly into her as he gritted out "'Cause I wan' ya t' watch me as I make ya MINE!" With that he drove his shaft completely inside her sheath and swallowed her sharp gasp.
"Shannon!" she cried as her body adjusted to the sweet invasion. She was breathing heavily and shaking with need.
"I'm right 'ere witchew, baby," he said staring into her glasses. How he wished he could see her right now. He kept promising himself he would if he was patient. Christ, what man had this much patience?
She trembled slightly as he shifted his weight. Then he began to pull out and push into her in a rhythmic motion.
"Tha's it," he cooed. "Tha's my girl."
"Sh-shannon," she stammered, losing her Russian accent. "Please."
He kept his concentration on his increasing movements, but noted the change happily. "C'mon, baby. Come with me. Ya kno' ya wanna." The more control she lost, the more he gained. It wasn't that he wanted to control her completely. He just wanted to be sure she knew whose she was.
"SHANNON!" Rio screamed, quickly losing control.
"Tha's it! I'm coming witchew!" Shannon pumped harder and faster, finally shouting his release into her mouth as she screamed hers. He felt their heartbeats quicken together. They became one pulsating creature for a few long seconds. As his breath returned, Shannon lifted his sweat-soaked head to look down at her, touching her forehead with his own.
"Ya belong t' me now, baby," he said with a fire in his eyes. "No one else."
She stared up at him again for a long time, seeming to collect her thoughts. "I do not deserve to belong to you, Shannon," she said, Russian accent firmly back in place.
"I don' agree wit' that," he said. "But anyway, ya do now. There's no changin' it."
He moved off of her and pulled her in close so that they could fall asleep in each other's arms, entwining their legs so that she'd stay put.
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As she heard Shannon's breathing even out Rio snuggled closer to him. She knew she was his now, but she didn't think it was necessarily a good thing for him.
Author: Esquirella
Rating: R (for violence in some chapters.)
Disclaimer: I own the Rio character and have written other stories with her. I own all non WWE characters. But I do not own the wrestlers. (Unfortunately. They are so cute!)
Synopsis: In this chapter: Shannon makes sure Rio understands exactly where he's coming from.
Distribution: Just in case anyone's interested in it, please ask me first. More than likely, I will agree.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I swear, I'm working on Rio's first stories. You want to see how this one ends, don't you? Please bear with me.
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Fury's condition had remained grim for a few days, then improved slightly as the young man's eyes fluttered open for a few seconds. Sven seemed mildly pleased with the progress but Justin couldn't be sure how his partner truly felt about Fury's chances. He could only hope for Rio's sake that they'd begun treatment in time.
Finally deciding she needed to be told, Justin dialed Rio's number quickly.
"Yes?" she answered her phone breathlessly. Justin smiled fondly, realizing he'd probably interrupted her training.
"How are you doing?"
"Justin," she greeted him amiably. "I am fine. How are you?"
"We are well," he said slowly. "I wish your friend Fury were better, though."
"Fury?" she asked in confusion. "What is wrong with him?"
He tried to gauge her reaction before continuing, knowing she would not be completely surprised at the situation but that she would view the incident as related to her in some way. He looked over his shoulder as Sven entered the room quietly and sat down in a chair nearby.
"We found Fury in a hospital not far from the city in which your championship match took place," Justin began. "He was unresponsive - almost comatose."
"I did this to him?" she asked in horror.
"No, Small One. You did not."
"Then how?"
"We suspect Henry, but do not know how yet."
"Do you know what caused it?"
"A poison called Metaldehyde," he answered wearily. "We think it was administered through a stab wound in his abdomen. It happened well after the match, Rio."
He heard her sigh on the other end of the line, taking all of this in. Finally she spoke again. "There is more you have not said yet."
Justin smiled again. She had always been so perceptive when she lived with them. He knew it was one of her most valuable assets.
"None of the former champions for the last three years is alive."
Another silent moment passed before she answered. "Not one?"
"I'm sorry, but no."
"Henry is killing them," she said with definiteness.
"That is what we suspect, too," Justin said. "We want you to be very careful during your next few matches. He would not try anything right away, but he will try something eventually."
"I understand."
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A few days later, Matt trudged up the steps to Jeff's house to talk to his brother before they both left on separate planes to different cities. He was glad he and Jeff were on good terms again because he always missed his brother sorely when they fought. But he was determined to stay close to Shannon as well feeling like the younger man really had become his blood since they'd been spending so much time together.
As soon as he knocked Jeff's dog came running to the screen door, announcing Matt's presence. Jeff peeked down the hallway and laughed as he saw his brother scowl down at the excited canine.
"He really likes ya," he assured Matt, who remained skeptical.
"Yeah, right."
"Ya all set t' go," Jeff asked as he held the dog back so Matt could get inside the door.
"Yep. Ya ridin' wit us?"
"Hoped to," Jeff replied. "That okay?"
"Sure. Shanny and Sane left this mornin', so i's just you, me an' Amy."
"She excited t' be on th' road witchew again?"
"As eva," Matt grinned. He grabbed his brother's suitcase and began to drag it out to his car, leaving Jeff to lock up the house.
"Hey," Jeff said and Matt turned back to him. "Thanks again fo' givin' Rio back t' me."
"Quit thankin' me," he answered in a mock surly voice. "Jus' fix 'er attitude problem."
"Oh, we're tryin'." Jeff laughed.
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Shannon checked into his hotel room and retreated right into it, waiting for Rio to arrive as promised. Looking around the room to make sure it was acceptable, he was determined to make her stay with him tonight. Not wanting any interruptions, he'd made certain to check into a hotel a bit further from the arena than usual and he'd turned his phone off. This last move was also to ensure that Rio couldn't call him with any excuses.
He heard a gentle knock on the door and smiled as we went to open it. There she stood in her silver paint and all. He was chagrined that she had decided to stay in costume but knew it would take time to get her to reveal herself. He would try to be more patient now that he had her here.
"Hey, baby, c'mon in."
She warily stepped over the threshold and into the room. Once she'd cleared the entrance he closed the door with an air of finality that made her glance nervously over her shoulder. He smiled again and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
"Shannon?" she queried. "I did tell you I would not be staying tonight."
"Ya did," he agreed nuzzling her silver painted neck. "Butcha are."
"I am not," she asserted beginning to struggle. He turned her in his arms and covered her lips with his mouth, devouring her arguments. His hands traveled all over her body, memorizing her various lean curves. He deepened the kiss, quickly slipping his tongue into her mouth to explore its sweet depths. Finally breaking the kiss some moments later, he locked his eyes onto her mirrored glasses wishing he could convince her to remove them. But that would take time and a whole lot of trust.
"Yo' stayin', li'l girl," he said huskily. "I cain' take no fo' an answa anymo'. I's killin' me."
She stared at him for another long moment and Shannon knew she was attempting to marshal her emotions so she could flee. Not about to let that happen, he pulled her in close again for another mind-blowing kiss that had her leaning into him for support. Suddenly, he realized her arms had stolen around his neck and she was kissing him back with equal measure. Elation shot through him and he backed them up slowly to the bed. He wasn't waiting anymore. He would make her his tonight. NOW!
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Rio couldn't seem to stop her heart from pounding almost out of her chest. She had a feeling Shannon had romantic plans but she didn't anticipate this reaction to him. She knew now the battle was lost before she'd even arrived there, as he seemed very set on having his way. She knew she could have stopped him at any point if she chose to, not just because she was a fighter but because he would not hurt her. But she couldn't bring herself to want to stop him.
Shannon's hands roamed her body paying particular attention to her chest. He'd removed her light jacket and dropped it on the floor beside the bed they now stood next to. His hands were working on the sports bra, which was all that remained between them and her breasts. He slid his fingers beneath the fabric and pulled it over her head returning his attention to her skin as soon as the garment was free.
"So ya don' paint EV'RY body part, huh?"
"Do you have any idea what a process it is to get this stuff off of me?" Rio was glad to have worn her latex mask as Shannon would have seen her face turn beet red just then. "I leave my most sensitive areas free of it."
"I bet," he laughed throatily as he bent to kiss one of her nipples and lave it with his tongue.
Rio felt a sudden, familiar warmth pool deep within her that she hadn't felt for quite some time. Strangely, she did not find herself dwelling upon her past at the moment. She gave in to her emotions and kicked off her boots, deciding not to fight him anymore tonight.
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Shannon felt Rio's resistance diminish as he eased her back onto the bed. He was happy he wouldn't have to battle with her anymore on this as she became a very willing participant. He made no move to remove her wig or glasses, however, as he feared that would spoil the mood. He wanted nothing to spoil this night. He leaned over her sucking her other nipple deep into his mouth, while stealthily pulling off her tights. She was so enthralled with his mouth she took little notice of his hands.
When she lay naked beneath him he looked down at her body and smiled. "Beautiful," he whispered. He noticed her tense a little and kissed her belly to relax her. He then eased himself back up to remove his own clothes, quickly laying back on top of her when he was done. He looked into her glasses again, imagining her eyes locking with his own.
"I'm clean," he said, already guessing she was as well. He doubted she'd been with any other man since her husband.
"Me too," she barely breathed.
He said no more, laying between her legs and positioning himself at her wet and ready entrance. She gave no resistance, even helping him find his place. He was praying he could hold on long enough to bring her over the edge with him.
"If yo' eyes are closed, open 'em," he commanded softly, kissing her lips briefly.
"Why?"
He pushed himself slowly into her as he gritted out "'Cause I wan' ya t' watch me as I make ya MINE!" With that he drove his shaft completely inside her sheath and swallowed her sharp gasp.
"Shannon!" she cried as her body adjusted to the sweet invasion. She was breathing heavily and shaking with need.
"I'm right 'ere witchew, baby," he said staring into her glasses. How he wished he could see her right now. He kept promising himself he would if he was patient. Christ, what man had this much patience?
She trembled slightly as he shifted his weight. Then he began to pull out and push into her in a rhythmic motion.
"Tha's it," he cooed. "Tha's my girl."
"Sh-shannon," she stammered, losing her Russian accent. "Please."
He kept his concentration on his increasing movements, but noted the change happily. "C'mon, baby. Come with me. Ya kno' ya wanna." The more control she lost, the more he gained. It wasn't that he wanted to control her completely. He just wanted to be sure she knew whose she was.
"SHANNON!" Rio screamed, quickly losing control.
"Tha's it! I'm coming witchew!" Shannon pumped harder and faster, finally shouting his release into her mouth as she screamed hers. He felt their heartbeats quicken together. They became one pulsating creature for a few long seconds. As his breath returned, Shannon lifted his sweat-soaked head to look down at her, touching her forehead with his own.
"Ya belong t' me now, baby," he said with a fire in his eyes. "No one else."
She stared up at him again for a long time, seeming to collect her thoughts. "I do not deserve to belong to you, Shannon," she said, Russian accent firmly back in place.
"I don' agree wit' that," he said. "But anyway, ya do now. There's no changin' it."
He moved off of her and pulled her in close so that they could fall asleep in each other's arms, entwining their legs so that she'd stay put.
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As she heard Shannon's breathing even out Rio snuggled closer to him. She knew she was his now, but she didn't think it was necessarily a good thing for him.