May Roses in Cold December

By: Yhu

Ratings: Anywhere from Pg-13 to R.

This Chapter: R

Warnings: Slash, bad poetry and a rather odd unconventional romance up ahead!

Pairing: Jericho/Mystery

Disclaimer: Don't own them

Genre: Romance

A/N: As always, thank you all for reviewing. :) ))

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It wasn't long before trouble erupted again the akward silence between Jay, Shawn and Eddie. And it was caused by Chris waking up. The small blonde yawned and stretched, looking dazedly to Eddie and Jay, wondering where the hell he was.

"Mama Cita! You're awake!" Eddie cried instantly rushing for the bed. Unfortunately, Shawn was also making a mad dash for him. The two ended up colliding with each other, rolling around on the ground in a minor brawl, all pent up feelings finally coming free.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Jay shouted in a vain attempt at trying to pull them apart. "My god, the both of you need to be smacked!"

"Wha-What's going on here?!" Chris asked as he looked from Jay, to Eddie, to... Shawn. His eyes grew wide as he took in the sight of the older man, his cheeks turning from his normal tone to a bright shade of red. He looked like shit, and Shawn... Shawn looked like a god!

Before either Eddie or Shawn could make a move on Chris, Jay stepped between them. "Hang on a minute here guys! Why don't you two go have a nice chat out in the hallway?!" He ordered shoving them both out of the room and into the hallway. He shut and locked the door, much to the displeasure of both men.

Chris looked up to Jay helplessly as the other sat down on the bed next to him.

"Well Chris, looks like you got two men after you now... One of them being Shawn. You must be pretty happy am I right?" He said looking to him though a little on the sad side. Chris got all the guys wanting him... Even Jay himself. And he had no one.

"Well I-"

"So what do you need that poet for anyway?!"

"Well I guess I don't-"

"NO! You don't! So why don't you go out into that hallway, and talk to them, or keep them from killing each other! Either way they both want to get to know you, Chris!"

"But Jay I look like crap!" Chris protested as he felt himself being lifted off the bed and dragged over to the door. He was then shoved out into the hallway too to face the both of them in his disorientated looking state.

Jay looked over to the door and sighed softly. He went to the bed and walked over to the other bed. He ran his hand over his short hair with a glance to the floor. Chris was his friend, damn it! And regardless of wether or not he was jealous, he wasn't going to let Bischoff take advantage of him. A letter slid underneath the door, and Jay guessed that Eddie, Shawn and Chris weren't in the hall anymore.

He was sorely tempted to go over and rip the thing to pieces but instead he went over and opened it up.

Christopher,

The time is near.

I wish to see you.

Come to the backroom of the King Cobra night club.

Midnight tonight.

Okay, so it wasn't a poem this time. It doesn't matter, Chris would never see it. He crumpled it up, tossing it into a nearby waste basket, and made a choice. He'd go confront Bischoff himself. What right did Flair have to help anyway? Chris was his best friend, and practically a brother afterall...

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It was muggy that night, the air smelling like rain. Jay was wearing sunglasses and a long blonde wig he had used before to impersonate Chris. He had even shaved off his gotee. He looked enough like Chris to pass off for him.

The club looked pretty busy, a line stretching all the way to the back of the building. One of the bouncers smiled to him, beckoning him over. "Hey, Mr. Jericho right?"

Jay smiled and nodded. "Yeah!"

"Go on in." The man stepped aside to let Jay pass.

Jay walked in, looking around. Cigarette smoke was abundent, billowing around people at the tables like a foggy mist. He coughed a little, waving his hand to block smoke from his face. He adjusted the wig on his head a little, frowning as he recognized some of the more undesirable people from the company giving him a looks through the smoke. Maybe they figured out that he wasn't really Chris... Or maybe they were too drunk to notice.

He walked into the back of the club, and knocked on the door. Moments later the door opened. There was Bischoff, grinning. Grinning like the son of a bitch he was. "Chris, come on in..."

Jay kept his head down and nodded, walking in.

"Hey Chris... You look pretty sexy tonight. Guess... You must know by know when I answered the door... That I'm your poet baby! How about hug to celebrate huh?"

Jay clenched his fist, punching Eric square across the jaw. "Depends on how you like to celebrate, Bischoff..." He said darkly pulling off the wig. "I know what you're planning. And if you think Chris is easy, you're wrong! He may have fallen head over heels for the poet you created, but he doesn't feel that way anymore. He's got plenty of people throwing themselves at his feet to care about what ever crap you write."

Eric cracked his jaw rolling across the desk top to the otherside. "So... Flair told you, I presume, hmm?"

"Yeah, he told me. The only person who doesn't know is Chris, but not that he cares about your poet anymore anyway!"

Bischoff smiled and glanced down to the ground. "Well, looks like I'll have to take a different route then. See Jay, we're not playing for money now, me and Vince. I'm playing for advancement... And power... Vince raised the stakes after Flair found out. I lose, I lose my job. And Jay..." He paused pulling out a small hand gun from the desk pointing it lazily at Jay. "I don't think it would be too wise to make a run for it."

Jay paled and raised up his arms. "What the hell are you going to do to me?"

Eric walked around the desk, still pointing the gun at Jay. "Arms forward." When the man complied, Bischoff took a bandana from inside his leather coat, tieing Jay's wrists together. "Bend over the desk. I may not have Chris to entertain for the night, but I do have you."

"Fuck you, Bischoff..." Jay whispered, his jeans yanked down around his ankles. Eric's hands roamed the back of Jay's buttocks, slipping down his cleft. Jay whimpered trying to inch away from the fingers pressing into his anus.

Eric's hand grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head into the desk, over and over and over... Until the body beneath him passed out.