A/N: I still refuse to call it a Divas Championship, or whatever...F that. Also, my HunterMuse is bisexual...he just happens to be in a mostly-committed relationship with Shawn Michaels...Mostly. :P Also, I am in love with Charlotte, haha.

January, 2016

Triple H walked to the backstage area with no small amount of swagger in his step after his Royal Rumble win. With the title proudly displayed on his shoulder, he smiled arrogantly at all who dared to make eye-contact with him, staring them down with his madman's grin.

The Game knew that they hated him; knew that they feared him. Some of them probably even wanted him gone...permanently.

But none of that mattered. What mattered, whether it was hatred or fear, was that they bowed before their King.

And in that matter, not a single one of them had a choice.

Or so Hunter was thinking as he walked down the long hallway alone. He missed the days when he would be greeted by his friends, all of them laughing together and mocking their defeated foes. Especially Shawn. Shawn had the best laugh that Hunter had ever heard. To this day, no one could fill the void that was left in his heart with the Heartbreak Kid being retired.

With a sigh, he touched the strap that rested on his shoulders once more. It would be great to have someone by his side during all of this—well, besides Vince and Steph. They were both powerful allies, but there was nothing like have a true companion by your side.

"Hey Hunter. Congrats."

Triple H looked up slowly, surprised to see Charlotte standing in front of him, the Women's Title displayed proudly on her shoulder—his mirror image, in many ways.

Well, minus being female and looking damn good in purple ring gear.

Immediately, his heart swelled with pride as he hugged one of his most beloved students warmly. Deep down, the Game was a teacher, as well as a champion; and nothing pleased him more than to see that someone had taken his lessons to heart. He hadn't really had a chance to develop that relationship with anyone until taking over NXT (besides with Evolution) and making it into the one of the hottest things in professional wrestling today.

And Charlotte was one of his number one pupils.

He smiled down at her, and she up at him.

"Champion and champion at last, huh?" she said with a laugh, clicking their titles together proudly. "The King and Queen are on top once again!"

Hunter raised an eyebrow. "Queen?"

Charlotte's eyes twinkled in a way that the Game couldn't resist. "Hell yeah, Hunter. I mean, everyone knows you're the King of Kings." She patted the title on her own shoulder fondly. "And before long, they'll all know that I'm the Queen of Queens, and that everyone needs to just shut up and bow down."

The Women's Champion knelt dramatically, as though she were a Medieval knight. "Give me your blessing, King." She winked, and Hunter felt his heart flutter a little.

'Damn, those blue eyes,' he thought, shaking his head, and pretending to hold a broadsword.

"I knight thee, Sir Charlotte...Wait, fuck, how do you knight a woman?"

The Women's championship laughed, standing and putting her hands on her hips. "Shame on you for not knowing...Although, I don't really either..."

Charlotte never felt the need to hide the fact that she loved and admired Hunter Hearst Helmsley. He was much more than her teacher; he was someone who truly believed in her, and wanted her to succeed.

Besides all that, he had a "thing" with about 50% of the roster over the years, and though he'd been pretty conservative lately, she figured that it was about time for the Game to play once again.

After all, he was pretty hot for an older guy.

"Knightress? Lady? Knighta?" Hunter was still guessing what a female knight would be called when Charlotte placed a hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay, I think Knight works just fine. I mean, I'm skipping to 'Queen' anyway, so...'

Triple H smirked and shook his head. "I don't know, Charlotte, being the Queen ain't going to be easy...You might have to kick even your best friend's ass a few times..." He pretend to think, and then opened his mouth wide in mock surprise.

"Wait, you've already done that, haven't you?!"

The two champions shared a wicked laugh, reveling together in their success. There was a mutual respect that they shared for one another's strength and ruthlessness.

"Look, I gotta go catch a flight," Charlotte said after a moment, punching her mentor lightly in the arm. "And I know you do, too. Being on top means doing all the work, right?"

Hunter nodded his approval at the innuendo. "Indeed it does..." He took Charlotte's hand, bowed, and kissed the back of it gently.

"Goodnight, my Lady," he said with a smile.

However, to his surprise, the Women's champion leaned down as well and kissed him firmly and fully on the lips.

A pleasant surprise indeed.

"Damn, did your old man give you pointers on how to get to me?!" he asked, feeling more than a little warmth spreading through his face.

Charlotte threw back her long blond hair and laughed. "I'm just good at everything," she proclaimed, turning to leave. "See you tomorrow, Hunter!"

Though he knew that it wouldn't do him any favors to get involved with yet another member of the roster, Triple H couldn't help but consider the possibilities as he watched his student walk away.

Especially as he watched her walk away.

The next night, Triple H was walking through the performance center, looking over the progress of the newer wrestlers, while sitting down to chat with the veterans. Everyone congratulated him, and Hunter appreciated the depth of love the NXT roster had for him.

In the WWE, he was a despised king. But in NXT, an exalted God.

Still, one person was noticeably absent from the group—the current NXT champion Finn Balor.

Hunter felt a little hurt; he had expected Finn to be one of the first to congratulate him. He was another one who Hunter considered a student and friend, much like Charlotte.

Of course, while Charlotte kept things ambiguous, Finn was an open book, often proclaiming his love for the man known as the King of Kings. To this day, Triple H didn't quite understand it, but accepted the praise and affection nonetheless.

Which is why he wasn't entirely surprised when he suddenly found himself catching a 190-pound Irishman who had jumped into his arms without warning.

"Congratulations, Champ!" Finn Balor exclaimed, locking his legs around Hunter's waist, and his arms around the Game's neck. "You kicked so much ass out there!"

Triple H smiled. "Thanks, Kid. You know, I-"

Before he could even finish, Balor placed a sloppy, wet kiss on his lips, going so far as to delve his tongue into Hunter's mouth.

It lasted for several seconds, and when Finn at last pulled away, they were both breathless.

"What the hell was I saying before?" Hunter asked, slightly dazed.

Finn grinned wickedly. Though he played a pretty nice guy on TV, deep down, he was a natural heel, just like Triple H. It's one of the things he admired most about his mentor and good friend. Though he knew that Hunter was juggling several relationships at the moment, the NXT champion wasn't at all afraid to add himself to the mix, confident that he could hold his own in the Game's heart.

"You were saying..." Balor began, pretending to think, blue eyes glittering. "That you wanted to 'work out' with me today, since we're both champions now, and we should have a proper celebration."

Hunter raised an eyebrow. "Do you mean 'work out' as in 'work out,' or 'work out' as in...'work out?'"

Finn Balor stared blankly at Triple H for a moment before laughing heartily. "Whichever one means sex!"

The Game had to laugh at that one, and obligingly carried the NXT champion into one of the side rooms, away from the main part of the gym, but still located in the performance center. Both men began to disrobe as fast as their hands could remove fabric.

"It's like back in the day," Hunter mused, being careful not to ruin the buttons on yet another suit jacket. Shawn and 'Taker had obliterated the last one a few months ago...

"Hmm?" Finn, who was wearing very little to start, was already as naked as his name day.

"Grabbing a quickie in the locker room...in the gym...in the airports...before a match...in Vince's office..."

Balor laughed again. "I can just imagine you and Shawn going at it...and then Mr. McMahon walking in and losing his shit!"

"It's happened more than once..."

Hunter picked Finn up again, and laid the younger man on his back on one of the trainer's tables. His body covered the smaller man's easily, and he ran his hands up and down powerful thighs.

Changing his mind in an instant, Hunter flipped Finn onto his stomach, admiring the small but full ass that was presented to him.

Unbidden, Charlotte came to his mind again, and he determined that the two of them should have a "championship celebration" as well sometime in the near future.

However, Finn was getting impatient, and started to roll back over. "Hunter, you're taking too-"

The new WWE champion placed a hand on the small of Balor's back, holding him in place before letting a hand slide down and ghost across the man's perfect ass.

"Shhh...I'm thinking..." A slow smile spread across his face, and shiver went down Balor's spine as the Game licked at the base of his neck.

"The King, the Queen, and the Prince," Hunter mused aloud. "Kinda fucked up, but it works."

"What?"

"Nothing." The Game scratched his chin. "You know, don't take this the wrong way, but you remind me a lot of Shawn sometimes..."

Balor laughed heartily, rolling over so that he now lay on his back, and looked up at his mentor with a wink.

"I'm honored," he chuckled in his sexy accent. "Now, are we gonna sit here and talk, or do you want to play?"

Triple H rolled his eyes. Shawn made that joke constantly, and now he had to deal with another one? In the back of his mind, he wondered if he had a "type," or if he was just attracted to people who knew have to make him laugh and piss him off at the same time.

Shawn, Charlotte, Seth, Finn...How in the world was he going to handle all of those smart-asses in his life?

'Fuck it, I'm the Champ,' he concluded, pushing his worries to the side and pulling Finn Balor's legs around his waist once more. He kissed the younger man heartily, tongue invading his hot mouth, before following the a trail down his neck, to his muscular abdomen, and beyond.

'I'll improvise.'

Oh Hunter...tsk tsk.

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