1971
Part 4: My Love and Your Betrayl both run Deep
Rating: R for sex romps
Genre: Humor/Angst
Pairing: Ricky Steamboat/Ric Flair , HBK/HHH
Summary: History repeats it's self in Hunter and Shawn
This chapter is dedicated to Bannonluke, whose opinions on Shawn Michaels inspired the first part of this chapter ^_^
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2004-
Vince took a deep breath, shaking his head as he glanced down at his feet for a second. "This is never easy to say, Shawn."
Shawn blinked softly as he crossed his arms, rubbing them nervously.
"But... You're getting older. And yeah, you're still hot. Really hot infact. You know if you wanted we could go back to my hotel room and-"
"Vince, just get on with what you have to say please." He muttered in an annoyed fashion.
"You're getting in the way Shawn. There's nothing for you here anymore. You're fired."
Shawn fell to his knees in shock staring into the pleats of Vince's pants. It couldn't be, it just couldn't be! He was the show stopper, the icon, the heartbreak kid! He had been here for so long... Done so many things... It just didn't make sense... "No... Vince... Don't fire me! I've got nothing else for me but this! This is my life!"
"I'm sorry Shawn. But that's all I've got to say to you. Tomorrow I expect not to see you here. Good luck out there..." And with that Vince strolled off, congradulating himself on being such a good actor. Hunter was one sick bastard in his mind, and he had to respect that. After all Ric was teaching him everything he knew; this was a Nature Boy tactic. Pray on a recent ex in their time of weakness to get what you want from them. Vince was no stranger to it either. Countless times Ric would pay off Vince to 'fire' someone, while he would go running off to comfort. Hell, it was a win win situation.
Ricky poked his head out of the dressing room. "Shawn...? Shawn, what happened?"
The blonde stood up a few tears trickling down his cheeks. "Vince fired me... He said I was getting older, and no one wants to see me; I get in the way.... I... I need some time to think...." He murmured quietly as he started down the hallway.
This seems a little all too familar... Ricky thought frowning softly. Something is rotten here. And I think I know whose fault it is. I wished that when I would come across Ric again it would be under good pretenses. But now it looks like I have to start fight with him! Why is it that when ever we come across each other that's always how it ends... For the life of me, I would have never expected that Ric wants Shawn so badly he'd have him fired...
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Meanwhile, Hunter had left his door to the Evolution dressing room wide open. He kept glancing at his wrist watch, estimating how long it would take for a miserable Shawn to make it pass the dressing rooms. It was almost time now... he schooled his face into one of concern just in time as Shawn came nearly stomping down the hall. "Shawn!" He called watching his barely dressed ex lover walk by.
"Fuck off Hunter! I'm not in the mood for your games!" He growled not even bothering to turn around and face the other man.
"Shawn, I swear I'm not playing any games! I'm worried... You sound so upset..." Hunter said quietly as he wrapped his stromg arms around Shawn's shaking shoulders from behind.
"Well Hunter, I am upset. But it's not like you care or anything. You never did when we were dating for all those years. All you ever care about is yourself." Shawn shrugged off Hunter's arms to turn around and glare at him angrily. "You never fucking cared about anything that happened to me!" He shoved the man roughly; his anger over taking his body. He started beating Hunter on his chest; the taller man just stood there taking it until he calmed down. Sobs racked his smaller frame, breaking down and all out crying into Hunter's chest.
"Shh. It's okay..." He whispered into Shawn's soft hair.
"No it's not, I'm worthless..."
Hunter brought Shawn's chin up to look him in the eyes. "You're not worthless to me. I'll talk to Vince, he can't do that to you. I love you, Shawn... I don't know why I let you get away before. Come back to me; I promise you I won't ever neglect you again. I'll walk out of here right now along with you if Vince won't give you your job back. Come on, let's go."
Shawn nodded as he felt Hunter's arm around his shoulder again. "Alright..."
~
Hunter had gone into Vince's temporary office to 'talk' with the man. Shawn had his ear glued to the thick oak door, but it didn't help. The noises from the inside were to well muffled to make out. He believed that Hunter was in there fighting for him... When in reality, Hunter and Vince were sipping cognac and having a good laugh. About ten minutes later the taller man had emerged.
"Shawn... I got your job back. It wasn't easy... Vince was pretty set in his way about this but... That doesn't matter."
"Oh god Hunter, thank you. Thank you so much... I don't know what I would have done if you didn't help me. Vince would never listen to me like he does you."
"No problem, babe." Hunter smiled grabbing Shawn's chin to tilt his head up. "I'd do anything for you." He murmured kissing him him softly on the lips.
Shawn's arms went Hunter's strong neck, leaping up to wrap his legs tightly around his waist. Their kiss became more passionate, tongues battling fiercely. They broke apart kiss bruised and panting.
"Will you do anything for me?" He asked pushing Shawn up against the wall to rub his rapidly hardening erection against his lover's tight ass. It was time to commence the final part of his plan. Make shawn think he needed him to survive...
"Yes, oh yes... Anything..."
"You need me to take care of you, don't you?" Hunter growled softly into the crook of Shawn's neck. He gave another thrust upwards into Shawn, feeling the heat radiating from his body through his red tights and chaps.
"Hunter!! Oh god, oh god yes! Yes I need you to protect me, love me, care for me! Just fuck me for shit's sake! I can't take it!"
Hunter grinned broadly throwing Shawn over his shoulder. "Sure thing." He started walking toward the parking garage, Shawn writhing in helpless pleasure and gripped the back of his shirt tightly to prevent from falling off. Of course people were giving them odd looks-- but mostly because of the recent rumor that they had spilt for good this time. It sure didn't look like it now...
Even though it did happen to be winter, it never felt like it in Vegas. It was a little cooler in the desert that night as Hunter ran Shawn out to his Hummer, but not by much. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel Shawn." Hunter muttered to his lover as he dumped him in the back seat and shut the door. "Legs up." He said crawling between them. He started by pulling Shawn's boots off, then fiddled with the belt of the chaps in a frustrated almost agrivated pace.
"I can't believe you did that for me. You've changed so much Hunter, I just can't get over it. I remember when it used to be all about sex..."
"Mmhmm." Hunter said as he whipped the leather chaps off. He nearly ripped Shawn's tights off as he let his emotions take over his body.
"I'm so glad we're back together, what happened with Vince today showed me how much power I don't have anymore... I guess I really do need someone's help to stay alive in this company now..."
"Uh huh, yep. Freaken' belt! Come off, damn it!" Hunter hissed as he nearly ripped the belt in two trying to free himself. He wrestled with his pants for a few more minutes before he was sucessfully able to kick them off. He grabbed Shawn by the ankles, pushing his knees toward his elbows. Hunter licked his perfect lips gazing down at Shawn's beautiful wanton body, willing and ready for him. His cock gave a violent twitch; knowing far too well that
if he stared too much at Shawn it would send him over the edge.
~Censored for want of not getting banned.~
Shawn was laying on Hunter's strong chest as he ran his hands over the soft flesh. "Oh that was good..."
"Mmmhmm... Yeah it was... Hey babe?"
"Yeah Hunt...?" Shawn said with a long sigh.
"Would you get some leather pants and wear them for me?"
The smaller man nodded as he looked up at his lover. "Mmm, sure."
"Would you wear a thong too? Not just with the pants but all the time?"
"Not a problem, I like wearing them on occasion..." Shawn said and nuzzled against him a little more.
"And what about a leather collar and leash?" He asked a little excitedly sitting up on his elbows.
Shawn sat up a little giving him an odd look. "Erm... Okay... Yeah. I suppose... In the bed right?"
Hunter looked slightly disapointed. "Oh, I meant all the time. But I guess JUST in bed is fine... I guess..." He sighed shifting away from Shawn and turned his back away from him.
"Oh no Hunter! I'll wear it all the time if you want me to!" Shawn said grasping Hunter's arm. "I swear I will."
Hunter turned around and grinned sweetly at Shawn. "That's my baby. ...Say... What about nipple clamps? Would you wear them? Strictly in bed of course."
He winced slightly rubbing his nipples slightly. "Oh... Don't those hurt?"
"Don't you love me? Especially after what I did for you?" Hunter asked softly giving him a puppy dog exression.
"Well... If it's only in bed... Okay..."
"Thank you babe!" Hunter leaned over and grabbed his lips in a kiss. Shawn started kissing back climbing into his lap. "Oh honey..." Hunter groaned moving to his neck to suckle the skin harshly even using his teeth at time.
Shawn began rubbing against Hunter's groin, whimpering and blushing like mad. His fingers curled into the shoulder length blonde hair of his lover, gripping it tightly in his fists.
Hunter gripped the back of Shawn's head pointing it down to his hardening cock. He would have to steam clean the Hummer in the morning but no big deal. This was far more important than expensive imported leather anyway. Shawn's mouth was so perfect wrapped around his erection like it was. Hunter let out a low moan as he ran his fingers through his lover's dirty blonde tangled hair. This was going to be one hell of night.
~Censored again. Sorry guys-_-'~
It was around 11 when they had finally stopped. Hunter grabbed some tissues he kept in the back for emergancies and cleaned them off. He pulled on his pants from before, then covered Shawn up with his suit coat. The other cooed softly in his sleep curling up into a small ball.
Hunter stumbled out of the back of the Hummer groggily heading over to the driver's side. He had to crawl into the seat moaning softly as he sat down. His lower body was so damn tired-- hell he was so damn tired. But for good reason... Thank god it was only five minutes to the hotel.
He parked the car in the back in the spots were they had reserved for the WWE superstars. It took some work carrying Shawn up the stairs with out being seen... But he had done it, getting his lover to the safety the bed. "I love you." He said softly watching Shawn stir a little on top of the covers. Gently placing a blanket over him Hunter kissed him on the forhead. During the course of the night's events, he had almost forgot his meeting with Flair at midnight in the piano bar downstairs.
Grabbing a turtle neck and new pair of slacks, Hunter strode into the bathroom with a little spring in his step. Moments later he returned surprised to find Shawn sitting up in bed.
"Hunter where are you going?"
"Oh... I have to go meet Ric. Go back to bed... I won't be long."
"Okay." Shawn said with a nod, snuggling down into the bed.
Hunter smiled to himself, proud of the work he had managed to accomplish with Shawn. He really did like him like this. Thinking he was weak; that he needed Hunter to survive out there. Shawn had way too much of a strong, independant spirit inside anyway. He was doing him a favor of sorts.
~
The bar smokey, dark, and slightly crowded with near drunken couples, and those just trying to sober up. Hunter waded through the mass of people with slight disdain. He knew this story was worth it but... These people... He had nearly given up when he saw a familar viynal clad ass being viciously groped by a couple of hands he'd recognize anywhere.
Ric was sitting in a high backed chair, his hands very busy with groping Chris Jericho's ass. His fingers were dug firmly into the material of Chris's pants, releasing to cup the younger man's cheeks. "Beautiful, kitten. Just beautiful. I haven't felt an ass this fine in a long, lonnnnggg time."
"AHEM." Hunter cleared his throat loudly crossing his arms. Should've known he'd find Ric groping up some cheap trash. "If you and your belt bunny are done, Ric, we had an arranged meeting tonight..."
Ric glowered at Hunter then gave an annoyed sigh. "Oh I suppose we did. Got a memory like a friggen' elephant fon't you?"
"Damn straight."
Ric looked to the pretty blonde he had straddling his lap, then to the aggrivated face of one of his young wards. "Five more minutes?"
Hunter shook his head. "No Ric. I want to know, and I want to know now."
"You sure are no fun for someone who just got laid a few times." Ric muttered and patted Chris on the rear. "Up kitten, maybe some other time."
Chris pouted slightly and casted a dark look to Hunter on his way out. Ric leaned all the way on the arm of the chair, watching Chris's backside as he strode out the door,
"You know, you never let me have any fun. First you won't let me tease Shawn about his, and now you don't let me finish my buisness with Chris."
Hunter sighed and sat down in a chair across from Ric. "Well first off you could give Billy Gunn a run for his money on how much you like asses. Second, Shawn is mine to tease. Third, Chris is cheap trash... And finally... How did you know I had sex?"
Ric cracked his fingers and gave him a wisened look. "You smell Shawn's cologne... And... Like everyone else on their way to the hotel, we heard your ride screaming for mercy."
Hunter blushed furiously. "Shawn wasn't screaming THAT loudly."
"... I was talking about your hummer but... What ever. Anyway, back to my story..."
1971-
Ric sighed watching Ricky run off toward the hotel. He needed to give his new bride some sort of gift. He opened his wallet hoping to find some money there but no matter how many times he checked there was none. Damn money... You always have it when you never need it... He thought bitterly kicking a rock with his shoe.
It was raining a little harder then it was before, soaking Ric's fluffy platinum hair to his head. He passed by some of the hookers on the way down the street... Was it really wrong to do this...? To sell your self for money? I could get some cash for doing something I can do pretty damn well... And hell! I can get Ricky something really nice with that money...
Standing on an unoccupied corner he waited. Ric was shivering now even in the warm desert night. Maybe that might make someone feel really terrible for him, and give him more for his work! Soon enough a long stretch limo pulled up to him, the back door opening up. Ric peered in curiously before stepping in. "Hey..."
The man sitting inside didn't look too much older than him. He had a sadistic grin... One that was extremely unsettling to Ric. "Hey. You are a hooker right?"
"Yep, that's me."
"Nice try pal. I saw you at the training school. You're no hooker."
Ric muttered 'damn' beneath his breath. "Okay, okay... I'm not a hooker. But I just got married and I want to get my bride a gift, but I don't have any cash left! Please, ya gotta help me. I'm really good I swear!"
"Alright... I'll spare you the humilation. How does... Five hundred dollars sound okay?"
"Beautiful!" Ric grinned starting to remove his shirt.
"No no no. That's okay. See... I've watched you fight. You're going places and I could use someone good in my back pocket. In exchange for this money, I want you some time in the future to do me a favor. ANY favor."
Ric chewed on his bottom lip in thought. One favor... One favor wasn't too terrible... "Alright, you gotta deal um..."
"Vincent Kennedy MacMahon."
"Vince. Nice to do buisness with you. By the way, the name's-"
"Ric Flair, I know." Vince smiled pulling out a wad of bills. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you later..."
"Right..." Ric murmured as he stepped out of the limo. He clutched the money in his hand and started down the street. The neon lighting of a 24 hour jewelry store burned brightly up ahead. He smiled brightly jogging toward it. Inside the glass case in the window must have been the biggest rock Ric had ever seen before. Set in silver and platinum it was a most beautiful piece of jewelry.
He ran inside the store waking up the man sleeping on the counter top. "Hey! I want that rock in the window!" He shouted waving the cash infront of the man's face. "Five hundred bucks pal!"
"How old are you, kid?" The man yawned as he opened the case.
"Why does it matter?" Ric asked snagging the ring box from him.
"You look a little young to be buying this sort of ring aren't you?"
Ric pocketed it and crosssed his arms. "Oh I'm twenty one."
~
The door to the hotel room swung open as Ric ran in. "Ricky get up!"
Ricky muttered and twisted in bed. "Mmph."
"Oh come on!" Ric shouted shaking him slightly. I just sold my soul for you, you'd better wake up...
"Whaaaaat..." Ricky asked rubbing his eyes in an annoyed fashion. "You told me you didn't want me to wait up for you... Did something happen?" He sat up against the head board kissing Ric on the cheek. "Or did you just wake me up to say I love you? Because that would be sweet..."
"Oh, I got better than an I love you, Ricky." Ric grinned pulling out the small ring box. "I got ice."
Ricky looked at his lover, then at the box, then finally at him again. "Oh Ric, you didn't..."
"Oh I did. Open it up!" He said excitedly shoving the box in his hand.
Ricky ran his fingers over the box gently opening the lid cautiously. "Oh Ric... Ric, this is amazing... How did you ever aff-"
"Shh. Just put it on."
Ricky placed the ring on his finger holding it up to admire it. "I don't know how you did this... But... This is the most loving, beautiful gesture that I have ever gotten. I love you so much Ric-"
2004-
"FLAIR!" Came an angry voice from behind the two. "Get up you bastard!!"
Ric turned around and looked up, being greeted by the cold hello of a glass of liquor getting thrown his face by an angry Ricky Steamboat. "Ricky! Wha-What are you-"
"Don't you try to smooth talk your way out of this one, Flair! We need to talk and we need to talk right now, you god damn perverted-"
"Okay, calm down..." Ric said trying to keep Ricky under control, but instead he was greeted by yet another glass of liquor in the face. "This WAS a good suit, Blood." He growled starting to loose his cool. "Hunter... Meet you later."
God damn freaken hell... Hunter thought bitterly. He was never going to find out what happened to him and Ricky-- But what ever the hell it was must have been huge.
Next Chapter: Grossly Mistaken
AN: I am sorry about the censor ship again but, I've been warned and I don't want to cross the line. ))
Part 4: My Love and Your Betrayl both run Deep
Rating: R for sex romps
Genre: Humor/Angst
Pairing: Ricky Steamboat/Ric Flair , HBK/HHH
Summary: History repeats it's self in Hunter and Shawn
This chapter is dedicated to Bannonluke, whose opinions on Shawn Michaels inspired the first part of this chapter ^_^
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2004-
Vince took a deep breath, shaking his head as he glanced down at his feet for a second. "This is never easy to say, Shawn."
Shawn blinked softly as he crossed his arms, rubbing them nervously.
"But... You're getting older. And yeah, you're still hot. Really hot infact. You know if you wanted we could go back to my hotel room and-"
"Vince, just get on with what you have to say please." He muttered in an annoyed fashion.
"You're getting in the way Shawn. There's nothing for you here anymore. You're fired."
Shawn fell to his knees in shock staring into the pleats of Vince's pants. It couldn't be, it just couldn't be! He was the show stopper, the icon, the heartbreak kid! He had been here for so long... Done so many things... It just didn't make sense... "No... Vince... Don't fire me! I've got nothing else for me but this! This is my life!"
"I'm sorry Shawn. But that's all I've got to say to you. Tomorrow I expect not to see you here. Good luck out there..." And with that Vince strolled off, congradulating himself on being such a good actor. Hunter was one sick bastard in his mind, and he had to respect that. After all Ric was teaching him everything he knew; this was a Nature Boy tactic. Pray on a recent ex in their time of weakness to get what you want from them. Vince was no stranger to it either. Countless times Ric would pay off Vince to 'fire' someone, while he would go running off to comfort. Hell, it was a win win situation.
Ricky poked his head out of the dressing room. "Shawn...? Shawn, what happened?"
The blonde stood up a few tears trickling down his cheeks. "Vince fired me... He said I was getting older, and no one wants to see me; I get in the way.... I... I need some time to think...." He murmured quietly as he started down the hallway.
This seems a little all too familar... Ricky thought frowning softly. Something is rotten here. And I think I know whose fault it is. I wished that when I would come across Ric again it would be under good pretenses. But now it looks like I have to start fight with him! Why is it that when ever we come across each other that's always how it ends... For the life of me, I would have never expected that Ric wants Shawn so badly he'd have him fired...
~
Meanwhile, Hunter had left his door to the Evolution dressing room wide open. He kept glancing at his wrist watch, estimating how long it would take for a miserable Shawn to make it pass the dressing rooms. It was almost time now... he schooled his face into one of concern just in time as Shawn came nearly stomping down the hall. "Shawn!" He called watching his barely dressed ex lover walk by.
"Fuck off Hunter! I'm not in the mood for your games!" He growled not even bothering to turn around and face the other man.
"Shawn, I swear I'm not playing any games! I'm worried... You sound so upset..." Hunter said quietly as he wrapped his stromg arms around Shawn's shaking shoulders from behind.
"Well Hunter, I am upset. But it's not like you care or anything. You never did when we were dating for all those years. All you ever care about is yourself." Shawn shrugged off Hunter's arms to turn around and glare at him angrily. "You never fucking cared about anything that happened to me!" He shoved the man roughly; his anger over taking his body. He started beating Hunter on his chest; the taller man just stood there taking it until he calmed down. Sobs racked his smaller frame, breaking down and all out crying into Hunter's chest.
"Shh. It's okay..." He whispered into Shawn's soft hair.
"No it's not, I'm worthless..."
Hunter brought Shawn's chin up to look him in the eyes. "You're not worthless to me. I'll talk to Vince, he can't do that to you. I love you, Shawn... I don't know why I let you get away before. Come back to me; I promise you I won't ever neglect you again. I'll walk out of here right now along with you if Vince won't give you your job back. Come on, let's go."
Shawn nodded as he felt Hunter's arm around his shoulder again. "Alright..."
~
Hunter had gone into Vince's temporary office to 'talk' with the man. Shawn had his ear glued to the thick oak door, but it didn't help. The noises from the inside were to well muffled to make out. He believed that Hunter was in there fighting for him... When in reality, Hunter and Vince were sipping cognac and having a good laugh. About ten minutes later the taller man had emerged.
"Shawn... I got your job back. It wasn't easy... Vince was pretty set in his way about this but... That doesn't matter."
"Oh god Hunter, thank you. Thank you so much... I don't know what I would have done if you didn't help me. Vince would never listen to me like he does you."
"No problem, babe." Hunter smiled grabbing Shawn's chin to tilt his head up. "I'd do anything for you." He murmured kissing him him softly on the lips.
Shawn's arms went Hunter's strong neck, leaping up to wrap his legs tightly around his waist. Their kiss became more passionate, tongues battling fiercely. They broke apart kiss bruised and panting.
"Will you do anything for me?" He asked pushing Shawn up against the wall to rub his rapidly hardening erection against his lover's tight ass. It was time to commence the final part of his plan. Make shawn think he needed him to survive...
"Yes, oh yes... Anything..."
"You need me to take care of you, don't you?" Hunter growled softly into the crook of Shawn's neck. He gave another thrust upwards into Shawn, feeling the heat radiating from his body through his red tights and chaps.
"Hunter!! Oh god, oh god yes! Yes I need you to protect me, love me, care for me! Just fuck me for shit's sake! I can't take it!"
Hunter grinned broadly throwing Shawn over his shoulder. "Sure thing." He started walking toward the parking garage, Shawn writhing in helpless pleasure and gripped the back of his shirt tightly to prevent from falling off. Of course people were giving them odd looks-- but mostly because of the recent rumor that they had spilt for good this time. It sure didn't look like it now...
Even though it did happen to be winter, it never felt like it in Vegas. It was a little cooler in the desert that night as Hunter ran Shawn out to his Hummer, but not by much. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel Shawn." Hunter muttered to his lover as he dumped him in the back seat and shut the door. "Legs up." He said crawling between them. He started by pulling Shawn's boots off, then fiddled with the belt of the chaps in a frustrated almost agrivated pace.
"I can't believe you did that for me. You've changed so much Hunter, I just can't get over it. I remember when it used to be all about sex..."
"Mmhmm." Hunter said as he whipped the leather chaps off. He nearly ripped Shawn's tights off as he let his emotions take over his body.
"I'm so glad we're back together, what happened with Vince today showed me how much power I don't have anymore... I guess I really do need someone's help to stay alive in this company now..."
"Uh huh, yep. Freaken' belt! Come off, damn it!" Hunter hissed as he nearly ripped the belt in two trying to free himself. He wrestled with his pants for a few more minutes before he was sucessfully able to kick them off. He grabbed Shawn by the ankles, pushing his knees toward his elbows. Hunter licked his perfect lips gazing down at Shawn's beautiful wanton body, willing and ready for him. His cock gave a violent twitch; knowing far too well that
if he stared too much at Shawn it would send him over the edge.
~Censored for want of not getting banned.~
Shawn was laying on Hunter's strong chest as he ran his hands over the soft flesh. "Oh that was good..."
"Mmmhmm... Yeah it was... Hey babe?"
"Yeah Hunt...?" Shawn said with a long sigh.
"Would you get some leather pants and wear them for me?"
The smaller man nodded as he looked up at his lover. "Mmm, sure."
"Would you wear a thong too? Not just with the pants but all the time?"
"Not a problem, I like wearing them on occasion..." Shawn said and nuzzled against him a little more.
"And what about a leather collar and leash?" He asked a little excitedly sitting up on his elbows.
Shawn sat up a little giving him an odd look. "Erm... Okay... Yeah. I suppose... In the bed right?"
Hunter looked slightly disapointed. "Oh, I meant all the time. But I guess JUST in bed is fine... I guess..." He sighed shifting away from Shawn and turned his back away from him.
"Oh no Hunter! I'll wear it all the time if you want me to!" Shawn said grasping Hunter's arm. "I swear I will."
Hunter turned around and grinned sweetly at Shawn. "That's my baby. ...Say... What about nipple clamps? Would you wear them? Strictly in bed of course."
He winced slightly rubbing his nipples slightly. "Oh... Don't those hurt?"
"Don't you love me? Especially after what I did for you?" Hunter asked softly giving him a puppy dog exression.
"Well... If it's only in bed... Okay..."
"Thank you babe!" Hunter leaned over and grabbed his lips in a kiss. Shawn started kissing back climbing into his lap. "Oh honey..." Hunter groaned moving to his neck to suckle the skin harshly even using his teeth at time.
Shawn began rubbing against Hunter's groin, whimpering and blushing like mad. His fingers curled into the shoulder length blonde hair of his lover, gripping it tightly in his fists.
Hunter gripped the back of Shawn's head pointing it down to his hardening cock. He would have to steam clean the Hummer in the morning but no big deal. This was far more important than expensive imported leather anyway. Shawn's mouth was so perfect wrapped around his erection like it was. Hunter let out a low moan as he ran his fingers through his lover's dirty blonde tangled hair. This was going to be one hell of night.
~Censored again. Sorry guys-_-'~
It was around 11 when they had finally stopped. Hunter grabbed some tissues he kept in the back for emergancies and cleaned them off. He pulled on his pants from before, then covered Shawn up with his suit coat. The other cooed softly in his sleep curling up into a small ball.
Hunter stumbled out of the back of the Hummer groggily heading over to the driver's side. He had to crawl into the seat moaning softly as he sat down. His lower body was so damn tired-- hell he was so damn tired. But for good reason... Thank god it was only five minutes to the hotel.
He parked the car in the back in the spots were they had reserved for the WWE superstars. It took some work carrying Shawn up the stairs with out being seen... But he had done it, getting his lover to the safety the bed. "I love you." He said softly watching Shawn stir a little on top of the covers. Gently placing a blanket over him Hunter kissed him on the forhead. During the course of the night's events, he had almost forgot his meeting with Flair at midnight in the piano bar downstairs.
Grabbing a turtle neck and new pair of slacks, Hunter strode into the bathroom with a little spring in his step. Moments later he returned surprised to find Shawn sitting up in bed.
"Hunter where are you going?"
"Oh... I have to go meet Ric. Go back to bed... I won't be long."
"Okay." Shawn said with a nod, snuggling down into the bed.
Hunter smiled to himself, proud of the work he had managed to accomplish with Shawn. He really did like him like this. Thinking he was weak; that he needed Hunter to survive out there. Shawn had way too much of a strong, independant spirit inside anyway. He was doing him a favor of sorts.
~
The bar smokey, dark, and slightly crowded with near drunken couples, and those just trying to sober up. Hunter waded through the mass of people with slight disdain. He knew this story was worth it but... These people... He had nearly given up when he saw a familar viynal clad ass being viciously groped by a couple of hands he'd recognize anywhere.
Ric was sitting in a high backed chair, his hands very busy with groping Chris Jericho's ass. His fingers were dug firmly into the material of Chris's pants, releasing to cup the younger man's cheeks. "Beautiful, kitten. Just beautiful. I haven't felt an ass this fine in a long, lonnnnggg time."
"AHEM." Hunter cleared his throat loudly crossing his arms. Should've known he'd find Ric groping up some cheap trash. "If you and your belt bunny are done, Ric, we had an arranged meeting tonight..."
Ric glowered at Hunter then gave an annoyed sigh. "Oh I suppose we did. Got a memory like a friggen' elephant fon't you?"
"Damn straight."
Ric looked to the pretty blonde he had straddling his lap, then to the aggrivated face of one of his young wards. "Five more minutes?"
Hunter shook his head. "No Ric. I want to know, and I want to know now."
"You sure are no fun for someone who just got laid a few times." Ric muttered and patted Chris on the rear. "Up kitten, maybe some other time."
Chris pouted slightly and casted a dark look to Hunter on his way out. Ric leaned all the way on the arm of the chair, watching Chris's backside as he strode out the door,
"You know, you never let me have any fun. First you won't let me tease Shawn about his, and now you don't let me finish my buisness with Chris."
Hunter sighed and sat down in a chair across from Ric. "Well first off you could give Billy Gunn a run for his money on how much you like asses. Second, Shawn is mine to tease. Third, Chris is cheap trash... And finally... How did you know I had sex?"
Ric cracked his fingers and gave him a wisened look. "You smell Shawn's cologne... And... Like everyone else on their way to the hotel, we heard your ride screaming for mercy."
Hunter blushed furiously. "Shawn wasn't screaming THAT loudly."
"... I was talking about your hummer but... What ever. Anyway, back to my story..."
1971-
Ric sighed watching Ricky run off toward the hotel. He needed to give his new bride some sort of gift. He opened his wallet hoping to find some money there but no matter how many times he checked there was none. Damn money... You always have it when you never need it... He thought bitterly kicking a rock with his shoe.
It was raining a little harder then it was before, soaking Ric's fluffy platinum hair to his head. He passed by some of the hookers on the way down the street... Was it really wrong to do this...? To sell your self for money? I could get some cash for doing something I can do pretty damn well... And hell! I can get Ricky something really nice with that money...
Standing on an unoccupied corner he waited. Ric was shivering now even in the warm desert night. Maybe that might make someone feel really terrible for him, and give him more for his work! Soon enough a long stretch limo pulled up to him, the back door opening up. Ric peered in curiously before stepping in. "Hey..."
The man sitting inside didn't look too much older than him. He had a sadistic grin... One that was extremely unsettling to Ric. "Hey. You are a hooker right?"
"Yep, that's me."
"Nice try pal. I saw you at the training school. You're no hooker."
Ric muttered 'damn' beneath his breath. "Okay, okay... I'm not a hooker. But I just got married and I want to get my bride a gift, but I don't have any cash left! Please, ya gotta help me. I'm really good I swear!"
"Alright... I'll spare you the humilation. How does... Five hundred dollars sound okay?"
"Beautiful!" Ric grinned starting to remove his shirt.
"No no no. That's okay. See... I've watched you fight. You're going places and I could use someone good in my back pocket. In exchange for this money, I want you some time in the future to do me a favor. ANY favor."
Ric chewed on his bottom lip in thought. One favor... One favor wasn't too terrible... "Alright, you gotta deal um..."
"Vincent Kennedy MacMahon."
"Vince. Nice to do buisness with you. By the way, the name's-"
"Ric Flair, I know." Vince smiled pulling out a wad of bills. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you later..."
"Right..." Ric murmured as he stepped out of the limo. He clutched the money in his hand and started down the street. The neon lighting of a 24 hour jewelry store burned brightly up ahead. He smiled brightly jogging toward it. Inside the glass case in the window must have been the biggest rock Ric had ever seen before. Set in silver and platinum it was a most beautiful piece of jewelry.
He ran inside the store waking up the man sleeping on the counter top. "Hey! I want that rock in the window!" He shouted waving the cash infront of the man's face. "Five hundred bucks pal!"
"How old are you, kid?" The man yawned as he opened the case.
"Why does it matter?" Ric asked snagging the ring box from him.
"You look a little young to be buying this sort of ring aren't you?"
Ric pocketed it and crosssed his arms. "Oh I'm twenty one."
~
The door to the hotel room swung open as Ric ran in. "Ricky get up!"
Ricky muttered and twisted in bed. "Mmph."
"Oh come on!" Ric shouted shaking him slightly. I just sold my soul for you, you'd better wake up...
"Whaaaaat..." Ricky asked rubbing his eyes in an annoyed fashion. "You told me you didn't want me to wait up for you... Did something happen?" He sat up against the head board kissing Ric on the cheek. "Or did you just wake me up to say I love you? Because that would be sweet..."
"Oh, I got better than an I love you, Ricky." Ric grinned pulling out the small ring box. "I got ice."
Ricky looked at his lover, then at the box, then finally at him again. "Oh Ric, you didn't..."
"Oh I did. Open it up!" He said excitedly shoving the box in his hand.
Ricky ran his fingers over the box gently opening the lid cautiously. "Oh Ric... Ric, this is amazing... How did you ever aff-"
"Shh. Just put it on."
Ricky placed the ring on his finger holding it up to admire it. "I don't know how you did this... But... This is the most loving, beautiful gesture that I have ever gotten. I love you so much Ric-"
2004-
"FLAIR!" Came an angry voice from behind the two. "Get up you bastard!!"
Ric turned around and looked up, being greeted by the cold hello of a glass of liquor getting thrown his face by an angry Ricky Steamboat. "Ricky! Wha-What are you-"
"Don't you try to smooth talk your way out of this one, Flair! We need to talk and we need to talk right now, you god damn perverted-"
"Okay, calm down..." Ric said trying to keep Ricky under control, but instead he was greeted by yet another glass of liquor in the face. "This WAS a good suit, Blood." He growled starting to loose his cool. "Hunter... Meet you later."
God damn freaken hell... Hunter thought bitterly. He was never going to find out what happened to him and Ricky-- But what ever the hell it was must have been huge.
Next Chapter: Grossly Mistaken
AN: I am sorry about the censor ship again but, I've been warned and I don't want to cross the line. ))