May Roses in Cold December

By: Yhu

Ratings: Anywhere from Pg-13 to R.

This Chapter: R for rape

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

Pairing: Jericho/Mystery

Disclaimer: Don't own them

Genre: Romance

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"Do you want me to go with you?"

Chris half expected Shawn to say that, but was still surprised when those words tumbled from his mouth. For the briefest of seconds he could of sworn that Shawn was surprised himself. "No Shawn..." Chris said as he put on a light miltary jacket. "Jay probably just ran out of cash or something and he needs someone to bail him out again. No big deal."

"Well alright..." Shawn hated to say it, but he was pretty damn disapointed. Here he was, looking forward to playing with Chris for a little bit, when this happens. "I'll wait for you here. When you bring him back, we'll go to my place."

Chris's eyes opened wide. Shawn's house! He was getting invited to Shawn's house! "Okay!" He said trying not to sound eager as he started out the door. It was pretty brisk out-- a little on the chilly side for it being Texas-- but then again it was quite late. By time he had reached the King Cobra, his cheeks were a pretty flushed color, and his hair was all over the place. The guards gave him no trouble, stepping aside. The one even leaned over to Chris, telling him where to go in the club to find Jay.

He coughed a little upon going inside, waving the smoke from his eyes. It was gross in there, and hoped he wouldn't have to spend much time here. Chris started for the back door against the end wall, gathering his wits about him to do some true smooth talking.

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Meanwhile, Eddie was just finishing up a cocktail at the bar when he saw a familar head of gold pass by... He wondered what the hell Chris was doing in a rough joint like The Cobra. He looked pretty mussed and worried, making Eddie pretty damn worried himself.

He worked his way through the smoke and dancing bodies toward Chris. The blonde had already entered the office, the door instantly locking behind him. Eddie's heart plunged for a second. Something just wasn't right here...

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"Eric?" Chris asked perplexed as he eyed the dark haired man sitting behind the desk. He let out a stream of smoke from his lips, tapping the end of the cigar into the ash tray.

"Hey Chris... Don't you look sexy." He eyed the younger with an apraising look, letting his eyes roam all over Chris's sexy curves and bare mid section.

"...Thanks. Have you seen Jay? He called me from here..."

"Oh did he? That's interesting. You know what else is interesting Chris?"

Chris didn't feel like playing Eric's stupid cat and mouse game at the moment so he sighed and shook his head no. "No, what?"

"Poetry. Especially romantic poetry. But when you write it for the person, obviously it should be a surprise, correct? Hiding it in places like gym bags, and lockers, the like such as that." Eric gave Chris a smarmy grin, which only widdened with Chris's growing horror. "Incase you haven't figured it out already, I wrote those poems for you. Stuffed im' in your locker and everything."

Chris stumbled back a bit, covering his mouth with his hand. "Y-You love me?"

Eric walked out from behind the desk, heading over to Chris. He placed a hand on his hip, traveling downward with every second. "No Chris, I don't. And to be perfectly truthful with you, I only did it so I could get you fucked, then get a raise for it. See, you were the game. With out you, we wouldn't have bet."

Tears tumbled down Chris's eyes at a quickening pace as he shoved Bischoff away. "You... You can't... You can't be my poet..."

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Eddie was perfectly still, a look of the purest form of hatred broiled inside. Bischoff... Went and had the nerve to go and fuck with Chris's head like he did. For a game, a bet. Eddie's bad temper was at it's breaking point...

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"Oh but I can be Chris. Did you really think that some one would care about you? I mean, really? Love you, you of all people? That's so damn funny..." Eric laughed his hand moving downward to grip Chris right between the legs. "This is what your good for."

"Get your fuckin' hand off me!"

The door behind them gave a mighty jolt, and snap. The hinges creaked, breaking straight off the wooden frame as the door fell to the ground. There stood Eddie, dark eyes blackened with rage. Bischoff nearly fell over with surprise at the sudden interuption of the latino man.

"Eddie!" Chris exclaimed, whiping his tears away with his coat sleeve.

Eddie stared at Bischoff slowly stalking toward him. "¡Usted sirve de madre al fucker! ¡Voy a matarle para lo que usted ha hecho! I'm going to mess you up, you rotten son of a bitch..."

"Eddie, calm down... There's no need for this..." Bischoff stammered as he backed away. He reached for the desk, fumbling around in the drawer pulling out the same pistol he had pulled on Jay. "Stay where you are!" He shouted at Eddie pointing the barrel at him.

"Do you think that gun scares me, ese?"

Eddie's tone was so dead serious it made Bischoff extremely weary. He held the gun steadily-- or at least tried to. "Don't come closer Eddie... For... If you do... I may just have to shoot Chris." He said turning his attention to the blonde near he door.

Eddie stopped. "You coward!"

"Move to the chair."

The latino man sighed sitting down, his eyes never leaving Eric.

"Chris, tie Eddie down. There's a rope in the closet over there..."

Chris eyed Eric, looking to him with an untrusting look. It wasn't beneath Bischoff to kill them both within a blink of an eye just to make himself look good. He did as he was told however, fearing what Eric may do to Eddie. Chris opened the door, gasping softly.

Jay was tied up at the bottom, unconcious and had a huge bruise on his forhead.

"JAY!" Chris cried kneeling down to his wounded friend. "Oh Jay..." He murmured touching his friend's face gently. "What happened?! What did you do, Bischoff?! Why did you this?!"

"I did this so I could get you Chris. Or was that not apparent? Do you not get it when I explained to you or are you just stupid like I thought you always were. Just a dumb blonde..." He chuckled softly walking over to Chris and pulled him up by his hair. He pressed the cold barrel of the gun to his temple. "You're going to do as I say... Now get the rope. Tie Eddie up. I'm getting a little tired of your slothlyness, Chris."

chris reached down and grabbed the rope by Jay's feet. He went over to Eddie, tieing his shoulders and wrists to the chair.

"Thats better, Chris. Now, go over to the desk."

"Bischoff I will kill you if you touch him! I will make it my goal, I will hunt you down..." Eddie hissed trying to move in the tight bindings.

"Sure Eddie..." Eric said waving in dismisal as he walked over to Chris. "On the desk, on your back." He said in such a casual way that it sent shivers down Chris's back. "If you don't do exactly as I say, I will kill Jay."

Chris scrambled up on the desk, laying on his back. Eric walked around and pulled out a pair of handcuff with a long chain. He cuffed Chris's wrists, looping the chain through the legs of the desk.

"I want you to call me master, Chris. And only master. Not Eric, or Bischoff, or any take on either name. Understand?"

"Yes master." Chris murmured as Eric lifted up his shirt.

"Don't scream." He ordered as he pulled out a switchblade. He began cutting into Chris's skin, carving away gently into quivering flesh until the words 'EB'S BITCH' appeared in red bloddy letters.

Chris was crying silently, not making any noise.

Eddie's blood pressure soared, his eyes nearly bludging out of his head with rage. Eric smirked over at him, tisking softly before he turned back to Chris. A smack across the face. Nails raked down the chest,down to Chris's bloody stomach. Eddie was straining against the ropes so badly that he too was starting to bleed and bruise.

Chris's pants were off next, his underwear. His legs were pushed up and back, his knees touching the desk. Blood was streaming down his body, getting lost in Chris's hair, staining it an odd color.

Eric removed his own clothing, thrusting his hard length into Chris with out mercy. He kept going at a maddening pace, tearing Chris up inside with every movement, purposely aiming down ward and away from his prostrate to give him as much pain as he could. Finally he came, after near a half hour of torment.

Eric's semen stung every fresh cut inside him. He was pulled out of, and left on the desk. "Stay. You can go after five minutes. Tell anyone of this and you're fired. Understand?"

Chris gave an audible nod of the head, curling up into a small ball on the desk.

"What? Yes what?" Eric asked stabbing Chris lightly in the thigh with the knife.

"Master!" Chris choked.

"Good." Bischoff put his pants back on, walking out of the office like nothing had happened.

"Chris..." Eddie said softly after trying to keep the anger out of his voice. All he got was a choked sob. "I need you to come over and untie me, please."

A few minutes later, Chris moved off the desk. He wobbled over to Eric and untied the ropes clumsily. Eddie's arms wrapped around Chris holding the shaking blonde man as he sobbed into his shoulder. "It's okay Mami, it's okay... I promise... I'll make everything better again."