AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash m/m
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the wrestlers, Vince does. *pouts* I don't know their true sexuality,
this is just fiction.
SPOILERS: SMACKDOWN 12-27
SUMMARY: Someone is hungry and goes looking for the undisputed champion.
Special thanks to Shan for encouraging me to finish this!
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Jericho smiled as he slowly stood from where he was comfortably lounging a few seconds ago. He
watched as the disgruntled camera crew packed up their gear. He put his sunglasses back on. The
glares they were giving him almost sent shivers down his spine.
Ignoring them with a shrug of his shoulders, he realized how good it felt to finally be able to rub it
in everyone's face that he was at the top of the WWF mountain. He was the undisputed champion
and no one, absolutely no one, could deny that he was the best.
His smile widened as he adjusted his black, tight speedo's, which left not much to the imagination.
He had wanted all his co-workers and the millions and millions of Jericholics to eat their hearts
out.
His fingers lightly traced over his firm, tanned chest.
Yes, he was eye candy.
He was a God.
Grabbing his title belts and a towel, he headed towards the sliding glass doors of his home.
"Thanks for doing your jobs, assclowns," he hissed at the crew as they left. He heard them
grumble something, but he didn't care.
Yep, this had been a great Christmas.
As he stepped inside and pulled the doors shut, a large hand clamped over his mouth, pulling him
back against a hard, firm body. Jericho struggled, dropping the belts and towel in his urgency to
break free of his assailant.
His assailant merely chuckled as he held him easily. Jericho gasped as the assailant reached down
and cupped his round and firm ass. "Someone's been very naughty."
The assailant's grip loosened and Jericho whirled around to see Hunter standing there smirking at
him.
"What are you doing here?" Jericho gasps, holding his chest. His heart was beating so fast that he
thought it was going to burst right out of his chest.
"I was hungry," Hunter said with the unmistakable grin of a predator.
"Hungry?" Jericho asked in disbelief, his fear mounting.
"I've been craving some Canadian bacon," Hunter whispers as he shoves the still shocked Jericho
against the wall, gently caressing his heaving chest with his index finger.
"My wife," Jericho manages to choke out.
"She left twenty minutes ago. If you hadn't been so caught up in your little camera escapade, you
would've seen her storm out of here."
Jericho gulped hard. Fuck! He was completely alone with Hunter.
"Don't do this Hunter," Jericho squeaked.
"Do what?" Hunter asked innocently as he forcefully pressed his lips to the soft, luscious ones of
Jericho, bruising them as he claimed dominance over the smaller blond.
Jericho tried to break the kiss by turning his head, but Hunter gripped his hair, forcing him to
remain still.
As Hunter's tongue forced it's away into his mouth, Jericho started to moan. He could feel the
hardness and warmth of Hunter's cock through his jeans against his thigh. Hunter's body was just
so muscular and hard and .....
Hunter pulled away with a smirk on his face. "Rocky was right. You make a fantastic bottom
bitch."
Jericho raised his arm to hit Hunter, but the older man grabbed it and pinned it against the wall.
"I'll tell Vince," Jericho threatened, praying that this threat would work.
Hunter chuckled as his free hand played with a strand of Jericho's blond hair, frowning at the red
dye at the end. "You really are stupid."
Jericho struggled, but Hunter was way too strong for him and held him easily against the wall.
"Do you know why Vince let you keep those belts in the first place? Why he sent in Booker T to
save your ass? Paired you with Kurt?" Hunter continued, smiling at how Jericho's body was
trembling.
"Because I deserve it," Jericho hissed.
Hunter laughed out loud and it took him a few minutes to regain his composure.
"What's so damn funny?" Jericho growled.
Hunter grabbed a handful of his hair and forced Jericho to look him in the eyes. "You're just
holding them, until the real champion returns," Hunter hisses. "You see, Vince doesn't like Rocky
or Austin. He's tired of them. They bore him. He doesn't trust Booker T. Kurt is his "boy" and he
will keep dangling the title in front of him to keep him in his bed and underneath him. But me, I'm
family. His son-in-law. I will give him an heir."
"No," Jericho gasped.
"Yes," Hunter whispered. "You're just a pretty little ornament to hold them until I return."
Jericho lowered his head. He knew what Hunter was saying was probably the truth. Hunter
seemed to know everything about everyone in the WWF, especially the McMahons.
"Awww, don't cry bitch," Hunter said smirking. "I won't hurt you too bad, even though you put
me in the walls of Jericho when my knee was hurting so bad that I couldn't see straight."
Jericho started to tremble as he saw the hatred flash in Hunter's eyes. He'd heard about how
painful the procedure was and all the rehab Hunter had gone through. "I didn't know about your
knee. I swear."
"Payback time," Hunter merely growled as he shoved Jericho's speedo's down, allowing his long,
slender cock to spring free. Hunter licked his lips lustfully as he gazed at it.
Jericho gasped as he stood naked before possibly one of the most dangerous men in the WWF.
The lustful stare Hunter was giving him did nothing for the nervousness he felt in the pit of his
stomach.
He watched as Hunter pulled off his skin-tight t-shirt and tossed it to the side. He was too scared
to move as Hunter unzipped his snug jeans and pushed them down, allowing his long, thick cock to
spring free. God, he was huge. He watched as Hunter retrieved two items from his jeans pocket.
He recognized one to be a small tube of lube, but the other was hidden from his view.
Jericho whimpered as Hunter closed in on him once again.
"Turn around," Hunter hissed.
Jericho was about to protest, but judging by the hungry look that Hunter was giving him, it
wouldn't do any good.
He nervously turned and faced the wall, yelping as Hunter closed in on his back, shoving him
tightly against the wall.
"That's a good little bitch," Hunter whispered in his ear, pausing to nip at it.
Jericho whimpers intensified.
Hunter forced Jericho to spread his legs wider as he knelt and reached under his trembling
captive and placed a cock ring on his dripping shaft.
"No," Jericho whimpered, only to receive a stinging slap to his left buttock for speaking.
"You do not talk unless I give you permission. Do you understand?" Hunter hissed, his voice
deeper as he tried to control the lust that was surging throughout his body.
Jericho nodded quickly.
"That's a good bitch," Hunter whispered as he cupped and squeezed Jericho's ass. "I've always
wondered what it would feel like to fuck you. To be buried to the hilt inside of you as you scream
for mercy."
Jericho remained silent as tears formed in his eyes. He had always found Hunter attractive, but
he didn't want him like this. Not like this.
Jericho jumped as one of Hunter's large digits pushed up into him. He was grateful that Hunter
had at least used lube, but he still he felt the pain of being penetrated for the first time. He gritted
his teeth, but didn't dare make a sound.
He felt the finger wiggle back and forth and slowly start to fuck in and out of him. Just as he got
comfortable with that finger, Hunter added another, causing him to gasp in pain.
Hunter chuckled. "How does that feel bitch?"
Jericho remained silent.
Hunter grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked on it. "Answer me!"
"Good," Jericho choked out.
"Just good?" Hunter asked, lifting an eyebrow mimicking Rocky. "How about this?"
Hunter removed his fingers as he slowly worked his hard, dripping cock into Jericho's tight
entrance, gritting his teeth as the tight ring of muscle clamped down on it. It was all he could do to
keep from exploding right then and there. He growled as he felt a sense of possessiveness as he
knew that he was the first to be inside of Jericho.
Jericho cried out in pain, tears were flowing freely down his cheeks as he struggled to control the
trembling of his body. "Stop! Please!" He gasped.
His pleads of mercy fell upon deaf ears, as Hunter continued the assault on his body.
Once he was fully sheathed inside of Jericho, Hunter paused, allowing Jericho time to adjust to his
size. Damn, Jericho was so tight and hot.
Jericho was sobbing softly by now. His body felt like it was being ripped apart by Hunter's
massive shaft.
Hunter gently caressed Jericho's back. "Relax," he whispered.
Jericho whimpered between sobs.
Hunter decided that the best thing to do was to let Jericho feel what it was like to be fucked by a
"real" man. He slowly started to fuck him, aiming for Jericho's prostate with each thrust, until the
trembling blond started to mew in pleasure.
Once Jericho's hips started to buck and grind back against him, Hunter smirked. Jericho was his.
He had tamed the blond lion that so many lusted after.
"Hunter," Jericho gasped, his face no longer contorted in pain, but in deep pleasure.
Hunter reached around and undid the cock ring, smiling as Jericho cried out and came hard,
splattering the wall and his hand in the process.
Hunter came also, gripping Jericho's hips so hard that there would be bruises later, filling him
with one hot spurt after another of his own seed. Marking him. Claiming him as his property. His
bitch.
Hunter grinned as he gently withdrew from Jericho, allowing the smaller man to slump to the
floor in a broken heap.
"Ummmm," Hunter said smiling licking Jericho's cum from his fingers, "Canadian bacon, you just
can't beat it."
"Jerk," Jericho hissed as he tried to catch his breath, wincing at the pain radiating from his ass.
Hunter smiled as he looked down at the small blond slumped against the wall. His long hair was
tousled, his ripe lips bruised, and his beautiful tear stained face was dangerously close to the cum
splattered wall. "Bitch," Hunter said smirking as he grabbed his jeans and pulled them on.
Hunter paused as he stood and looked down at the still dazed Jericho. On January 7 things were
going to change. He would be the new champion and Jericho was going to be his bitch. He pulled
on his t-shirt and walked out the door.
Jericho watched him go. Part of him was relieved and another part of him wished that he had
stayed. He had never felt so dirty in his whole life. Slowly, he picked himself up. He had some
cleaning to do before his wife decided to come back home.
Jericho paused. A smile spread across his face. Hunter wanted a bitch. Well, he was in for the
surprise of his life.
~THE END~