Sorry about this chapter being up a little later than normal, I didn't have enough time to type it out last night, so I had to do it when I came in from work.

Chapter 2

The following morning Chris rose and showered as always. Now he was stood fresh from the shower, staring at his foggy reflection in the bathroom mirror. His skin was slick with slowly evaporating water, his hair dripped wet and a crisp white towel covered his bare essentials.

He started at his refection with scrutinising eyes. He'd changed quite a bit. His hair was a torrid mess of simple brown; no toxic substance altered its colour any longer. Chris's attention moved to his left arm. A thin, raised line of flesh; a scar as a result of the knife slash inflicted by Cena. The centre of his chest also held a scar from where the edge of the knife that had killed Dustin Rhodes had pierced Chris's own flesh. Returning his eyes back to his reflection, he stared into his own eyes and was hit with memories.

The day he and Emily had got together. That had been a wonderful day. They had travelled to London with TNA. They had had a day off from doing signings so they had decided to go and check out the London Eye. It was amazing how romantic London looked for so high up at dusk. They always say that Paris is the most romantic city in the world, but in Chris's mind it'll always be London.

Becoming WWE Undisputed Champion. The highlight of his career. Beating The Rock and Stone Cold on the same night. It was truly amazing. Of course he wished he hadn't been as cocky as he was, but that's why the fan's loved to hate him.

John. The sexual tension between them had been incredible. Every time Chris and John were in the ring together, every touch made Chris turn to Jell-O. One time, John had Chris in a hold and he had kissed his cheek before throwing Chris to the ground. Another night in a restaurant, John had needed to go to the bathroom and he had to squeeze past Chris to get out of the booth. Their bodies had been so close; Chris could smell John and feel his heat. Not being able to touch him had been torture.

They had had to do a backstage interview together, the thing was, Chris and John hadn't been able to stop touching each other, not that anyone had noticed. As Chris drove them back to the hotel, they were arguing over something pointless. In annoyance, Chris pulled over so they could settle it. As they talked Chris made his move. He moved his head forward, meeting John's lips with his own in a quick and frenzied kiss. He pulled away and found John staring back at him. In one motion both men had reached out for one another, pulling themselves close. Chris slid his tongue between John's lips, John meeting it with his own. The kiss soon ended and without a word, Chris drove them back to the hotel.

Upon arrival to the hotel, both men went to John's room. As Chris closed the door, he'd found himself being pushed against it. John's lips had closed around Chris's bottom lip, gently sucking on it. With the amount of passion they'd had between them, they'd found 

themselves pulling each other's clothes off, not quite sure what they were doing but doing it nonetheless. Afterwards they'd laid in each other's arms. John's arm protectively around Chris's shoulders, Chris's finger's dancing on John's clammy, tanned stomach. That night they'd made excuses not to go out with the rest of the superstars. John had told them that he didn't feel too good and Chris had said that he would stay and keep John company. They'd gone out for something too eat and too discuss what was going on. Their meal got cut short though, as they headed up to Chris's room and replayed the night's earlier events. John had to sneak back to his room so that they didn't get caught.

They had continued like that for a while until one night, things changed. They'd spent the night together, as always, and John was sleeping in Chris's arms. Chris sat and watched John sleep so peacefully, he'd looked even more beautiful than usual. 'I love you, John.' The words slipped out into the quiet of the night as Chris's lover slept on. When they both woke later, John's first words had been 'I love you too, Chris.' They just stared at each other before kissing with even more passion that ever before. They made a decision to tell only those close to them because they believed that love couldn't be hidden. The others had been pretty fine with it, but a little freaked. They were not freaked out by the homosexuality but by the fact that two of their closest friends had homosexual tendencies towards each other. After that everything had been perfect. Until the camera guy had caught them.

Chris sat down on the edge of the bath, his head in his hands. His temples pounded as his mind raged and his tears flowed, burning his eyes. Knowing what he needed, he stood but it was too quickly. Chris suffered a head rush making him sit back down, but he missed the bath and hit the floor, scraping his back on the side of the bath as he landed. Wincing from pain and discomfort, Chris took hold of the sink and pulled himself to his feet. Carefully he pulled open the medicine cabinet, pulling put two pill containers. Opening them both he put some pills into the palm of his hand. He took two aspirin to cure his headache and some Prozac to make him feel better. He took another look at himself in the mirror and then made his way to his room using the wall for support.

The next chapter will be up tomorrow, as always.

Thanks to my reviewers: Tina, Mosvie 2K8 and Animal Luvr 4 Life.