Chasing Shawn: The Dungeon Rating: NC-17 but the good pats were removed... -- Pairings: Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels Summary: Bret hires the Undertaker after the 97' Survivor Series Screw job to take care of Shawn... BUT his conscience starts to get to him... Based on the events of 1997, altered a little of course )
Genre: Suspense/romance Warnings: Slash, sex, kinky sex... Dominatrix!Shawn

Chapter 26

Bret's POV

The dungeon. A place where wrestlers like me were given their first chance at the squared circle. I created so many of movies, was inspried by so many people... It's holy, a place of heavanly worth- and we're going to defile it.

I wish that I could say that I've never thought about doing something other than wrestling in the dungeon- but... Damn. I've thought about it ever since I knew what sex was! And damn, I wanted so bad to bring down girlfirends and boyfriends to the dungeon... But I knew better with them. With Shawn... I don't know what it is about him, but... Hell! I'm having sex with in the dungeon and I don't care about anything else. With everyone preoccupied with their spouses and the kids are all in bed...

We made our decent down to the stairs, into the dungeon. I went to pull him over to me, but he caught my wrist and rolled him into the ring. I looked over to him with surprise. "Shawn...?"

"Sh. I've got to teach you a lesson..." He purred, grabbing some bandages from the medical table.

"A lesson?! Shawn, what the hell has gotten into you?!" A lesson, hmm? Yeah, Shawn teaching me something- that'll be the day.

"You know how sad it made me that you didn't want to spend time with me and after I've been accepted by your family?! And what you attempted to ditch me for was a stupid hockey night which I would have loved to watch with you!"

Man, he was really hurt...God, I feel like such a heel. "Shawn, I...."

"Shh. Don't talk."

I shut up, and watching him as he walked around me in a little circle.

"Hmmm. Face the second rope, Bret."

I didn't ask, and obiedently got down on my knees. Granted, this was kinda hot. Shawn commanding me was turning me on. He got behind me, wrapping tape around the second rope, trapping my wrists there. "What the hell?!"

"Shh." He hissed and tapped my mouth shut. "I'm teaching you a lesson..."

Shawn's hand traveled downward and cupped my ass through my shorts. I shot forward a little- what the hell has gotten into little boyfriend? I tried to look back at him, but when I did- He spanked me. One smart slap to my ass.

"MMPH!!!!"

PARTS REMOVED DUE TO SEXUAL CONTENT

What a relief it was to come. I've been dieing to have sex with Shawn again. "Come on baby... Let's get upstairs." I tried to get up- but my legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand.

"I can't move." Shawn said and I frowned. His legs were shaking too. "You know what they say... Really good sex always makes your legs shake afterward..."

I pulled him up to his feet as we helped each other get dressed again. We walked out of the ring and up the stairs. I was kissing his neck and cheek over again. "There's a winter carnival coming up in Calgary... You want to be my date..?"

"Of course." Shawn kissed me on the cheek.

I got excited. I normally don't have a date for the Winterfest. I hugged him tightly, kissing him over and over again practically everywhere.

"Oh Bret, what's gotten into you?" He giggled as we walked into the bedroom, tumbling down on the bed in a heap.

"I never really had a date for this thing... So when we'd head to the dance afterward, I'd always wait off to the side..."

"My lover's a wallflower." Shawn broke out into a fit of giggles. "Well, you and me are going to really cut loose and dance every dance they throw at us."

"You mean it baby?" I asked and played with his hair.

"Duh! Of course I do!"

Shawn Michaels is making me feel like a million bucks... I've never been so happy before. And considering how much I hated him him before, I don't. I.. I don't want him to be my friend, my boyfriend, my lover... I want him to be my mate. I want to be with him forever. I love his infectous laugh, his beautiful blue eyes... I love him. And I'm pretty sure that it's for real this time. I stroked his face gently, feeling electricity jump between us. His skin's so soft, I love it. He shuts his eyes, and smiled. I find my self tracing his lips with my thumb- my god. I can't keep my hands off of him! What has he done to me...? How could he make me feel so good by being the biggest prick, and be so annoying? That's not fair. My brother's wives don't annoy them. Not like this.

Some how he must have infected me with something. I have Shawn-itus. The infectious diesease that impairs a person's good judgement and makes them fall for stupid, silly twits like Shawn. But you know what? As much as I would normally smack myself for saying this, Shawn's not stupid or silly. He's a man, a sweet, beautiful man who I adore.

"Shawn..."

"Mm. Yes Bret?" Shawn asked as he cuddled up next me. I wrapped my Star Wars sheets around us both, pulling his tight body close to mine.

I wanted to tell him, but I don't think now was the right time... "...Nothing."

"Goodnight, big nose." He grinned and bit the tip of my nose.

"Hey! Lay off the nose." I grumbled and closed my eyes. No, not the right time. I'll tell him tomorrow...

TBC