1. Action/Adventure
Tension, limbs aching with every jump. Rob could see the amusement in his partner�s eyes as they fought., causing him to frown, and grit his teeth. He ducked, launching himself at the ropes. Seconds later he found himself face first on the canvas, arms pulled back in the camel clutch.
He could just picture Sabu�s smirk. Smug bastard. Rob enjoyed their dance nonetheless, the freedom of actually doing something thrilling him.
�Enjoying yourself?� Sabu inquired as he moved and pulled back, squatting down comfortably.
Feeling the rush of adrenaline, and the pleasant humming of his muscles, Rob grinned.
�Loving it.�
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2. Angst
At first, Rob admitted, being the uncomplicated fuck in a backroom had been easy, lust clouding judgement and the pleasure more than enough to still his hunger. But as time drew on, quick fucks or a hurried hand-job, impersonal and in the dark, became less about enjoyment, and more about simply being with him.
Rob had forever worried that the feelings he knew had always been there would break him, being Sabu�s personal plaything suddenly no longer enough. So as he answered hungry kisses, he felt defeated, wondering when � if at all � he�d become more than just another pretty toy.
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3. Crime
Rob�s hands at his waist, kisses wet against his throat, and Sabu could just quiet the throaty moan he knew had threatened to spill. Hurried thrusts, a leg wrapped around him, their sounds muffled by layers of sheets and years of knowing better.
What they were doing was wrong, had been for a while now, but even two marriages couldn�t stop them. So wrong, but it didn�t feel like it.
Rob�s harsh pants, a soft yelp as Sabu frantically thrust deeper, they only caused him to look down and wonder when doing the only thing possible had become a crime.
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4. Drama
�What the fuck were you thinking?!�
Rob had never seen Sabu so angry; the flashing eyes suddenly dangerous. He knew what had caused this. The fury in Sabu�s eyes frightened him, but the obvious jealousy shook his soul.
In a split second Sabu was on him, Rob trying desperately to deflect punches until both were on the floor and Rob found himself trapped. He�d never expected fucking Jerry Lynn, just once, would bring out so much.
Sabu�s eyes spoke of betrayal, anger, of pain, and he cried out � brokenly.
�I waited for you!�
Rob could do nothing but shudder violently.
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5. Family
Many people wondered about the �horrors� Rob had gone through while training with The Original Sheik. It amused Rob, their blatant interest, and he often indulged them � telling stories about crazy exercises and horrible regimes. In actuality it had been very tough, but all worth it.
In fact, looking back on it, he missed those days. He�d been more carefree then, and Sabu had been too. Noticing the grim look on his partner�s face, he wished they could go back to those days. Back then they�d been a family, struggling under all the scrutiny but enjoying every minute of it.
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6. Fantasy
Pictures, flashes of colour, nothing more. Rob tried to focus, tried desperately to ignore the heat. A chuckle, a mouth brushing his neck, and Rob whimpered softly.
�Tell me what you want.�
Refusing, this was a game they often played, Rob was amazed at Sabu�s calm. Usually it wasn�t Rob begging, since Sabu always gave in way too soon. Perhaps he worried that depriving Rob of sex would drive him away.
�No,� he whispered, giving a startled cry as a leg wedged between his. This game would go on, but Rob didn�t mind.
He was all for living his fantasy.
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7. Friendship
It had been their friendship that had most surprised people, back in the days. As Rob sat next to Sabu, waiting for him to finish what he was doing, he could still vividly remember the confusion on people�s faces. How could Rob, so calm and cheerful, deal with a grouchy bastard like Sabu? And vice versa. They simply couldn�t understand.
Having to depend on each other changed things, though, and Sabu had been the first friend he�d had in the business. He hadn�t had such a friend since. They meshed and as far as he was concerned, they always would.
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8. Historical
He could still remember the first time they�d met. A man, dishevelled and unkempt, with dark eyes, staring at him like he was worth nothing. Rob had felt indignant at that, and that spark of anger had been clear to see in his eyes. So Sabu had snorted, crossed his arms and looked at his uncle like he was mad.
Only weeks later, after Rob had been subjected to quite some punishment and sarcastic comments, had Sabu introduced himself.
He still remembered those dark eyes, full of contempt, as they�d burned their way through his legacy. They did even now.
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9. Horror
A hallway, dark, abandoned. Shadows in every corner, mocking him as he hurried along. Sabu wondered what he was doing, but something urged him on. Some underlying need told him to keep running.
Eventually he came to the end and paused. Turning to his right, he heard voices, some upset, others cringingly calm. They shouldn�t be. He caught sight of an ashen face, eyes closed, friends crying. His heart stopped.
Waking with a cry, Sabu looked at the other bed frantically � eyes wild. Rob remained quiet, just turned over, and let Sabu crawl next to him. Nothing would be said.
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10. Humor
Smiling broadly, Rob followed his partner down the corridor. Sabu was ignoring him, stoically unwrapping tape. His shoulders looked tense, though, and Rob frowned as Sabu evaded his eyes.
�It was just a joke.�
Sabu�s face had been hilarious, to say the least, and Rob had laughed quite a bit at the look of utter shock and devastation. Only afterwards had he realised how raw those emotions had been. Somehow saying the WWE had decided to move Rob to Smackdown hadn�t sat well with Sabu at all.
Sabu looked at him, eyes dead, mouth scowling. �I didn�t find it amusing.�
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11. Hurt/Comfort
�Don�t touch me.�
This time removing tape was a painful ordeal, even for Sabu, now that the searing pain in his arm was no longer dulled by adrenaline. Damned Funk. At least Rob had given up on calling an ambulance.
Feeling a hand touch his shoulder, Sabu snapped at Rob again. �Don�t fucking touch me!�
A comforting murmur, a face buried against his neck, and Sabu shivered. It was difficult to stay angry when strong arms wrapped around him. Swinging an elbow back would remedy this, but he felt himself tremble. Only one thing was left to say.
�Damn you.�
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12. Mystery
Dialling again, Rob was beginning to panic. The note Sabu had left him had been written in haste, and as always Rob had done exactly what it said. No one answered.
�Where the fuck did you go?� he muttered to himself, again dialling. It wasn�t that he thought Sabu couldn�t manage on his own, but if it was important...
Suddenly a hand curled in his hair, another slipping under his shirt, and he was pulled back.
�Worrywart. I knew you�d get all worked up.�
Relaxing into the embrace, Rob didn�t even care Sabu was laughing at him. He never did.
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13. Romance
It wasn�t often that Sabu felt romantic. In fact, he was quite sure Rob thought he didn�t know the meaning of the word romance altogether. Of course he knew about the dozens of cheap roses, the moonlit walks and the howling serenades, but he simply couldn�t be bothered.
Standing back, he wondered if Rob would ever notice the way Sabu always wanted food from a place that conveniently carried comics, or how tired Sabu would suddenly get when Rob begrudgingly offered to leave the place he�d been enjoying.
Probably not, but that would be fine. Sabu wasn�t romantic, after all.
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14. Sci-Fi
There was nothing Sabu hated more than having to listen to Rob ramble on about the Sci-Fi shows he so adored. Strange new worlds. Remarkable people doing remarkable things. He wished Rob would stick to the then and there. Sabu didn�t need Rob to be somewhere else.
He�d tried to watch something with Rob once, but had only been reminded of tomorrow�s show, next week�s fair, and his aching back. He was stuck in reality.
But as Rob turned his head and smiled, ignoring the annoyed mutters and pressing up to him, Sabu realized that reality honestly wasn�t so bad.
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15. Spiritual*
Sabu doesn�t consider himself to be very spiritual, or religious. He cares very little for Gods and Spirits, busy enough as he is with his mortal self. Pointing at the sky doesn�t mean much when your legs buckle from under you and nothing cushions your fall. Believing in something unseen, a higher power, he doesn�t have the time.
He sighs, wondering if it would help. Listening to the steady breathing next to him, he remembers comforting words, the way his body had relaxed as Rob supported him to the back.
He doesn�t need no God, he�ll believe in Rob instead.
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16. Supernatural
When Rob looks at Sabu, he notices every pained grimace, every halting step. He knows how broken that body can be, but it never shuts down. In all of their years together, Rob cannot remember Sabu not fighting through the pain. It�s almost alien to him.
When Sabu looks at Rob, he notices the ease with which he walks, the gentle smiles and adoring eyes. Rob can do things no one else can, but it�s the understanding and endless concern that Sabu simply cannot fathom. He doubts he ever will. It�s completely alien to him.
It�s almost, they feel, supernatural.
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17. Suspense
The relationship Sabu and him had was quite out of the ordinary, Rob realised. When penned down, he was quite sure it�d read like a suspense novel.
There were days when Sabu decided enough was enough, leaving Rob struggling to break through the walls once again. Then there were days where nothing Rob said or did seemed to be adequate, causing anger and distrust to surface.
Rob had often felt he was navigating through a dark maze with nothing but a tiny flame to guide him, waiting for it to go out. Sometimes, the suspense was too much to bear.
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18. Tragedy
Watching as Sabu sat there, brows frowning, eyes dark, Rob wondered what it would take for him to smile again. He hadn�t for a while now, not since the funeral. How long before the pain was forgotten, locked away?
Rob wanted to step forward and reach out, but dared not to. He was out of place.
Death unbalanced things, and for one already so unbalanced it was just that more devastating. Rob knew there could be no comfort. Some things could not be solved by gentle hands and concerned words. He knew, so he waited, and watched. He�d be there.