(A/N:OK Please read, enjoy, review. Even the smallest of reviews warms my day & pushes me to write more. I don't own ANY WWE/TNA personal or likenesses, nor any of their family members. This is purely for fun & not based on real events. Thank you to everyone who putting this story on Alert,Faving it or Reviewing it. If I don't answer your review don't think I don't appreciated them because I do.
A/N2: OK this is Slash. If you don't know it is MxM pairing. Don't don't like it or it not your thing feel free to go pick another story. Please REVIEW & let me know if I should try to do more. This is a Dark & smutty Story.)
A few days later Taker was walking around backstage a sick smirk on his lips as he worked to push the memories out of his head. Something was playing a trick on him, there was just no way the Boston Loudmouth was 'His' Sean. It was a house show & he could hear Cena's music play. The thoughts of that boy he couldn't get out of his system. Making his way towards a service entrance, he stopped when he was able to hear what drivel he was spewing about whoever he was facing. He paid not much mind to it so he then continued to he could watch the match from a side area unseen by the fans.
After the match Cena went for the mic again instead of heading to the back. He started up again this time aimed at the Dead Man again. Taker's eyes narrowed on the young man when he made a comment about Taker being a big dog well he all bark no bite. Cena as he moved around he had to hide that feeling again of being watched of course he was being watched he was in the middle of the damned ring. Just it was like a burn on the beck of your head feeling so he casually moved to turn only to make out a silhouette in a door way that something told him was the Dead Man himself just as he passed a line referring to him as Old Yeller & John being the one to put him out of his misery. John could almost swear he saw a faint glimpse of the Dead Man's green eyes before slipping towards the back again.
Finishing John moved to the back only to get stopped be one of the bookers.
"Cena what was that mess out there?"
"What you mean mess they fans ate it up."
"Yeah maybe, but it threw off the timing of the rest of the show."
"Hey we all know these house shows normally have a few extra minutes here & there for us to blow some steam for the fans so relax man. I didn't eat that much extra time."
The booker shook his head. "Why Taker of all guys though…I'm gonna give you a piece of friendly advice…he isn't someone you want to get on the bad side of."
"Won't be the first time. Laters." John chuckled to himself heading down the hall.
Reaching his locker room John placed his hand on the door then paused. He was getting that same feeling he quickly turned looking but no one was around him. 'John man you loosing it again.' Pushing the door open he walked in heading for his gear. He jumped turning when he heard the door bang hard. He figured it was slammed open, but in reality it was being slammed closed by Taker who was in the room waiting for him. Taker was dressed in a black beater, jeans, his biker boots & black bandana tied around his head.
"What the hell man!" John turned trying to glare at the larger man. Taker just had a cold if not icy look to his eyes & face before he spoke.
"What I tell you bout your words Cena?" He slowly moved closer to John. "All bark no bite am I now?" He gave the cold smirk & dark laugh that sent chill through John's body. "I thought I showed you last time exactly how much of a bite I can really have?"
"What you talking about?" John taking a few steps back. When he went to move around Taker one of his large arms stopped him & before he could change directions Taker's other arm braced on the other side of him pinning John between him & the wall.
"Did I really do that good of a job…or you playing dumb."
"OR maybe your bull ain't all that impressive anymore." John tried to spit back at him.
"That so?" Taker leaned in even closer till they were almost nose to nose again. "Maybe I need to give you a refresher then." Taker moving his head back some Cena moved to head butt him & duck under his arm to get away that was the plan anyways. He did head butt him but Taker hardly flinched from it & as Cena went to move under his arm Taker's arm quickly caught John by the neck pinned to the wall by his forearm. Taker's face twisted into a cold scowl almost a low growl from his chest peering at the younger man a faint glow to his green eyes. "You love testing me don't you boy?" He forced John to stand upright against guiding him along the wall still pinned to it.
Taker leaned his head in close towards John's neck & loved feeling him shiver & tense up some. That told Taker deep inside John does remember even if he didn't wish to. Taker just closed his eyes taking in the scent emanating from John. A low growl not believing his own senses that something about this boy was stirring something deep inside his cold hearted body. Moving his head he looked in John's eyes before placing his lips to John's it started light which confused John till it became the harder more domineering kiss he felt last time. Taker moved his arm from John's neck taking his hands pinning him by the shoulders. John would have been able to get a good breath, if it wasn't for his mouth being covered by the Dead Man's own. He tried to fight, but maybe not as much as he should have. He felt Taker wiggling his tongue against his lips till John had to admit entry his body tingled at the feel. Taker's body pushed even closer and John could not fight the moan that was growing in his body.
Taker finally pulled his lips away leaving John panting for breath his face flushed looking at Taker. He still couldn't read his face. Was he for real or was he just being played? Taker moved his lips toward John's neck licking the skin taking in the salty taste of it as well as picking the heart beat ever so slightly growing faster. John's breath growing jagged again almost pants as Taker's lips close over one stop slow sucking at the skin. The pants a mix of moans & whimpers as his mind felt confused.
Taker removed his hands from John's shoulders one trailed down his side sending shivers through his body moving under Taker. Taker gave a growl against his skin as he rolled his hips towards the younger man feeling sensations himself he had not for quite some time. John's knees nearly buckled & he surly would have fallen to them if Taker's body was not supporting his own when he felt Taker's strong hand move between them grabbing a hold of his aroused member rubbing it.
"Damn Taker…" He managed to get out feeling his lips trailing down to his collarbone & down his chest feeling nibbles to the flesh. John couldn't help the way his body quivered under Taker's assault. He shouldn't be getting turned on his body betraying his mind. A cool breeze swept between them when Taker moved his body far enough back to lower his tongue round each of John's nipples his teeth lightly grazing them causing the young man to draw in a sharp breath.
"Oh God…" John cried unsure exactly when or how Taker managed to unfasten his jean shorts his firm hand now flesh to flesh around his cock stroking it quite forcefully. His head leaned against the hard wall groaning…he would think such harsh treatment would have been a turn off, but it only heated him more. He willed his own hands to hesitantly reach out feeling Taker's arm that was stroking him. Taking in how his muscle rippled with the movement. He licked his lips between moans he moved his head to look. A thought faintly passed his mind & to a his surprise Taker lifted his head back at a faintly different grin to his lips before he kissed John again they bodies move close enough again to allow John's other hand to rub over Taker's jean imprisoned cock. Taker groan moving his hips long with John's. John's groans grew deeper feeling himself reaching closer & closer to the edge. Taker's lips trialed back to the neck his free hand went to support John's back. "Oh god…oh god…" Just kept passing John's lips in almost rapid succession as he was swept away in the pain of the bite but then swept into the highest euphoric feeling ever as his body shuttered in tiny convulsions as he came over Taker's hand & jeans.
His body felt like it was floating not registering the rest of what was happening. Taker's own body shivered some at the almost alien feeling to him. He lowered John slowly to the ground before finishing his feed licking lightly over the bites. As he knelt next to John's body he brought his hand to lips licking John's sexual essence from it. He groaned as it had a unique taste & energy to it separate from that of the blood now within him. He slowly stood up moving to the private bath to clean his jeans the best he could a growl of frustration his cock rubbing the inside of his jeans.
"Damn it." He groaned closing his eyes unlike other times this aroused state was of his own heated desires. Even though he would never tell anyone most other times he gained no sexual gratification when he would fuck those he dominated…it was just that a sign of dominance…It was different this time. He was truly sexually aroused by what just happened & he was left with no release unless he either handled it himself or took advantage of the prone Cena. Sickly the though of ravaging a prone Cena heated him more, a hidden part of him a part he thought dead could not bring himself to go back to the locker room & do such a thing.
Was it that same part that stopped him the first time he bit Cena as well…when Cena begged him to stop. Almost painfully Taker turned moving back to the locker room. He licked his lips looking over John's sated body, his cock still out from his slightly lowered jeans & underwear resting up against his stomach. Taker reached down adjusted himself another groan his knees feeling weak as he was now getting the effect of the blood more. Though far from the idea place he made his way to the sofa in the room unfastening his jeans lowering them enough that his cock sprung free from it's denim prison before sitting down resting his head against the back of the sofa his eyes closing with a groan.
His body felt more worked up then it had in ages. Taking his hand he firmly wrapped it around his already leaking cock stroking it firmly the thoughts of Cena & how wonderful he felt moving under his body as he played with him went through his mind as well a fragments of John's sexual energy from the blood & cum. Grunts & groans emerged deep from with in Taker feeling himself growing closer & closer. He quickly removed his own bandana to cover himself as he cried in a mind numbing orgasm.
Even though normally he wouldn't need to he could almost feel like his chest was tight needing to breath. He panted a bit before he managed to get long deep breaths. He fought to take in himself everything that just happened. Opening his eyes he lifted his head with a cold yet amused laugh at the events of the evening knowing John would be out till morning. He waited till he knew he could get his own legs to him before trying to stand & move to John redressing him. By the time he went to leave carrying the young man for the second time he knew the arena was pretty much deserted already.
Reaching the hotel he worked carefully to get John back into John's room & stripped for bed. He stared down as the sleeping form a smile on the young man's face once again warmed a small part of the Dead Man that thought no long existed let along could grow warm again. He leaned over him just very lightly brushed his lips against John's.
As Taker pulled away John faintly mumbled incoherently but then just as fast drifted back off again. A faint smile tugged Taker's lips. "Even if you are not M'Sean…perhaps he still sent you to me…Sleep well Cena." With that Taker turned leaving John's room to return to his own.
(OK yes this story so took a different turn then first planned hope you guys still like it. Not sure how many more chapters there will be to this one.)