H&T 5: Sex and Violence
A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long…I've been trying to figure out where to go with this story and such. Also, my laptop decided to die and it took me a while to fix it. I really am going to start trying to get them up faster. Just bear with me!
Also, the song for this chapter is Sex and Violence by the Scissor Sisters
WrestleMania, like Christmas for the wrestler and fan alike; and this year, Zack had an actual match! As he prepared, he watched Kane's match with Randy on a screen set up special for him in their dressing room. He watched with rapt attention, and as he did, he couldn't help but think that it almost looked as though Randy were really trying to hurt Kane and the match had Zack on the edge of his seat. In the end, Kane pulled out the win, and Zack jumped out of his chair with a cheer and only one boot on.
He waited anxiously for Kane to come back as he finished putting his other boot on. The door opened and he nearly jumped out of his seat to greet Kane until he realized it was Cena instead.
"Get out," Zack growled, turning away from him.
"Come on Zack, I just wanted to wish you luck in your match."
"I'm losing," Zack snapped shortly.
"I know. I just wanted to wish you luck in not getting injured," John explained.
"Whatever," Zack shrugged him off, refusing to look at his ex-lover.
"Come on Zack, I-" John's voice cut off abruptly and Zack finally looked up and saw that Kane had finally made it back, his gloved hand clutching John's shoulder, causing him to wince.
"Leave, Cena," he growled, squeezing harder.
"Fine," Cena grumbled reluctantly as he attempted to wriggle out of the Big Red Monster's grasp.
"And don't you ever let me catch you near my boy again," Kane growled and Zack didn't know whether or not to be pleased that Kane was being so protective, or to be upset that Kane thought he needed protecting, he had been handling it just fine on his own. Regardless, John nodded and left hastily, and finally Zack was alone with Kane.
"Good match," Zack said weakly, still distracted trying to figure out how he felt about Kane's handling of John.
"Yes, well, if I didn't know any better, I'd say Randy had actually been trying to hurt me," Kane laughed his dark laugh, his eyes shining as he looked at Zack.
"Good thing he didn't succeed," Zack said, finally cracking a smile. He decided to let his dilemma go until after his match.
"Are you ready for your match?" Kane asked as he pulled his mask off and the top of his singlet down, revealing his muscular, sweaty chest. As hard as he tried not to, Zack couldn't help but stare, even as he tried to redirect his thoughts to his match. To distract himself, he began to fuss with his hair in the mirror, putting more gel into it, making sure all his spikes were in place. Still, he kept stealing glimpses of Kane in the mirror, taking what he could get.
When finally it was time for his match, he was glad to get out of the room that was quickly becoming too hot; he made his way to where the others on team Teddy were waiting to go out. Walking down the ramp and getting into the ring was a dream come true. Finally, he was getting his WrestleMania match and even though he was going to lose (to the Miz of all people), it was what he'd been working towards his entire life. The grandest stage of them all, and he got to stand in the spotlight.
As planned, he lost off a distraction from Eve, before being blindsided by a kick to the balls. He went down, knowing it was from Eve, but not knowing why. He was forced to get up quickly and leave the ring so that Team Johnny could celebrate; limping back, grimacing in pain, Zack cursed himself for holding the principle of never hitting a woman, no matter how much she 'deserved' it. On his way back to Kane's dressing room, he was grabbed by the arm and spun around. His first instinct was Cena, but instead, he was faced with Eve.
"Let go of me," he growled at her darkly in no mood for her bullshit.
She ignored him and simply said, "That was for John," before releasing him and walking away.
"Bitch," he grumbled and continued on his way.
"I mean, who does she think she is?" Zack ranted as he pulled his boots off; "Sticking her nose into matters she doesn't understand."
The disgust in Zack's tone was clear, and though Kane had been livid when he saw what Eve had pulled on Zack, he couldn't deny how much he enjoyed seeing Zack so angry, so full of pure hate for the woman.
"And you!" Zack snapped, pulling Kane's full attention back to him.
"What about me?" Kane growled, not liking the tone the boy was directing at him.
"I don't need you protecting me! Especially not when it comes to Cena. I was handling him just fine on my own and then you had to come along and make it look like I can't take care of myself!"
That was when the last thread of self-control snapped within Kane. "You listen here boy," he said, grabbing Zack and pulling him close, their faces only inches apart; "You are mine now, and it is my job to make sure things stay that way. I will not have John Cena thinking he can have free access to you, not while he still loves you. You are mine, and mine alone. I tell you who you can spend time with, where you can go, and what you can do. Do you hear me?"
"Ye-yes s-sir," Zack stuttered, and for a moment Kane assumed it was fear. Then Zack shifted slightly and he noticed the hard bulge straining against Zack's trunks. As he realized that Kane had seen, he began blushing like a maiden, and finally Kane realized just how blind he'd been. Of course the boy was ready, the signs had been there for a long time, and as the fog over his eyes lifted he closed the distance between them, capturing Zack's lips. Zack didn't miss a beat, opening his mouth to allow the larger man access. Kane picked the boy up and Zack wrapped his legs around his waist like an old pro, a complete shift from only moments ago. The hard bulge of his cock pressed against his torso, his own member throbbing between his legs and straining against his singlet. The kiss broke as they came up for air and Kane began pulling their clothes off (admittedly with some difficulty) and threw them left and right.
Zack couldn't believe what was happening, it was all such a blur, and for the first time since joining Kane, he questioned if it was really what he wanted. But when Kane's hand touched his face and tilted it up so that they were looking into each other's eyes, he knew that it was right, that this was where he belonged. He saw it in the larger man's eyes, he saw himself, his future, and that here, he was home. He leaned up, initiating the kiss this time, opening his mouth to Kane instantly, giving himself over completely. His hands found their way up to Kane's hair, knotting in the long locks as he groaned into the kiss, enjoying every second, knowing Kane could decide at any moment to stop, that he'd made a heat of the moment mistake. Kane held him tight and carried him across the room and roughly sat him up on the ledge beneath the mirrors and continued kissing him as his hands roamed over Zack's body. He had craved for so long to touch the boy, and the feel of his skin beneath his hands was so far beyond what he had imagined. He began trailing kisses over every inch of his body along with a few bites hard enough to mark him.
He worked his way back up to Zack's mouth as he pulled the boy down off the shelf and flipped him around, bending him over it, holding him down, taking a moment to admire his naked body. The hard set of his shoulders, the rigid muscles of his back tensed as he awaited what was to come, and the way his back curved down only to rise again into his perfect ass, sticking out, vulnerable and ready.
Zack's brain was a jumbled mess of nerves and confusion. He'd wanted this longer than he'd realized and already it was better than anything he could have imagined, better than anything Cena had ever given him, but it was also much rougher. He allowed Kane to hold his face down against the vanity bench as he prepared him. It was so much rougher than what he was used to, and it felt like heaven. Or maybe hell, he wasn't quite sure which was which anymore.
All at once, without any words or warning, Kane was driving into him, burying himself to the hilt, eliciting a loud and deep moan from Zack. He paused, enjoying the feel of the boy surrounding him, and the noises that he was making. He stayed there until Zack began to wriggle against him, desperate for movement. Kane then pulled back and began pounding into the boy, the pleasure taking up so much of his brain power that he had nothing left to worry about being gentle for Zack. But Zack seemed to be enjoying it, each moan and twist of his hips driving the much larger man on.
Zack clawed at the bench, each thrust from Kane driving him closer and closer to the edge, his body on fire, pleasure pulsing through him as a scream built in his throat. All too soon, he was coming as he stifled a scream with his fist, biting down so hard he could taste blood, but the pain would go unfelt until much later.
Kane continued thrusting into his boy, so close he knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, no matter how much he wanted to. With one final, hard jerk of the hips, he was coming into the smaller man, filling him up, and bending down as he did so to bite his shoulder. The bite broke skin, filling Kane's mouth with the coppery taste of blood and his heart with a deep and powerful sense of satisfaction he'd never before known.
He took a step back and released Zack only to grab onto him again as he nearly fell over. Kane picked him up and carried him across the room so that they could get dressed and return to their hotel room.
'Perhaps for a round two?' he mused with a smirk as he looked down at his boy, who was staring back up at him, similar thoughts clear on his face.
When Zack was eventually able to walk again, he dressed himself as best he could, though he fumbled slightly with his jeans and it took him three tries to get his shirt on; watching him struggle amused Kane greatly. His first shot, his shirt ended up inside out, the second time it was backward, but he finally managed to get it on right before he sank to the ground to start on his shoes.
Once they were both fully dressed and had everything packed away, they made their way out to their car. As they walked through the back halls, they passed Cena on his way out for his match. As his eyes caught Zack's, Zack knew that Cena could tell what he'd done. Zack merely smirked at him, and kept following Kane like his life depended on it.
As his music hit, Cena made his entrance to the cheers and boos of the large Miami crowd; and though he knew this was the biggest match of his career thus far, he couldn't stop thinking about Zack being with Kane. Even after the bell rang, and he was being attacked, he was too preoccupied to concentrate on his match. As the ref counted to three and the Rock's song blasted throughout the stadium, Cena knew he'd fucked up. Creative had given him the opportunity to write a chapter of his own story and he'd blown it on thoughts of Kane and Zack and how it was all his fault.
By the time they made it back to their room, Zack was falling asleep, the excitement of the day catching up to him. Kane held him up with an arm wrapped around his waist and helped him out of his clothes and into bed.
Despite his reputation as being a monster, he had an indescribable soft spot for Zack. It was something that only Zack could ever see or understand.
He undressed down to his boxers and climbed into the bed as well, pulling Zack in close, and drifting off as well, knowing everything was finally as it was meant to be.