Rating: R
Content: M/M sex, language, lots of hot munky sex!
Distribution: I don't mind. Just credit me and tell me where
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them. But I don't, so don't sue me!
Spoilers: None really
Summary: Chris Kanyon will do anything to be a part of the new WCW
Notes: This fic is for Jo. Thanks so much for the idea. [g] Now I'll never get this duo out of my head!
April 5, 2001
Chris Kanyon wiped his hands on his jeans, swallowing the nervous lump that had risen in his throat before knocking on the temporary office of the new owner of WCW.
"Come!"
Chris entered the room, his eyes immediately focusing on the man seated in a plush leather chair behind a large mahogany desk scattered with papers. Shane McMahon, not looking up from the file he was reading, indicated a chair across from him, to which Chris seated himself. Five minutes passed, the only sound the riffle of papers, Shane making notes, lips pursed slightly in concentration. Finally, he set his work aside, folding his hands on the blotter and locked eyes with Chris.
"You want to be a part of the new WCW, don't you?"
Christ, he doesn't pussyfoot around, Chris thought, slightly taken aback. "Well, sure I do," he answered, inwardly dismayed by the slight tremor in his voice.
"How much is it worth to you?" Shane asked softly, his chocolate eyes displaying no emotion whatsoever. "What will you do to have me sign you to a new deal with my company?"
Chris wasn't quite certain what the other man wanted him to say. "Um...I'll do most anything, Mr. McMahon."
"Shane," the impassive man stated flatly. "And define anything?"
"I'm not sure what you want, Mr. Mc-er-Shane," Chris replied, shifting uncomfortably under the disconcertingly intent gaze.
"What I want..." Shane repeated musingly, a faint enigmatic smile twitching his lips. "Why don't I just spell it out for you?"
Chris nodded, wary of the gleam that suddenly came into his eyes. 'OK."
Shane slowly stood, bracing his fingers on the desk as he leaned over it to stare hard into Chris's dark eyes. "You please me and I'll guarantee you'll be picked up after your contract is bought out by Time-Warner."
Chris wrinkled his brow in bemusement. "Please you? I don't under-"
"I want you to take off your clothes," Shane began in a precise tone, "Then I want you to undress me. And then I want you to fuck me until I'm begging for mercy."
A hot flush of desire rushed through Chris at Shane's words, instantly snapping his cock to attention. He cleared his throat, attempting a modicum of composure. "Uh, Shane...are you saying that if I don't do what you want, I won't be working for you?"
Shane didn't answer right away, merely studying his features as if memorizing them. "It's a possibility."
Fuck, but he was a blunt bastard! And why was he hesitating? He'd had wet dreams about the man for a couple years now, dying for the opportunity to do just what he was being blackmailed to do. And he'd get the bonus of having a job afterwards, unlike some of his friends. He chewed on his lower lip, contemplating the pros and cons, Shane watching him patiently as he did so. Finally, he lifted his head and looked Shane directly in the eye.
"All right. I'll do it...on one condition."
Shane tilted his head, quirking a brow inquisitively. "Which is?"
"I get complete control."
Shane's smile became sardonic. "Control? No, I don't think so. You see, even though I enjoy getting fucked, I always...and I mean always retain the upper hand."
Chris stood up, imitating Shane's stance until they were nose-to-nose, his eyes as flinty as his potential boss's. "You want me, Shane?"
Shane paused, then nodded curtly.
"Then you let me have the condition and I'll make you a very happy...and satisfied man."
They stared each other down for what seemed like hours, but must have only been a minute. At last, Shane lowered his lashes, waving his hands negligently. "Whatever will get the job done. Do as you wish."
Chris smirked, his confidence flowing back into him as he sensed Shane's submission. "Well, then...why don't you strip for me?"
Shane glanced at him briefly before returning his gaze to the desktop. He tugged off his tie, dropping it carelessly on the floor. He then efficiently unbuttoned his cuffs, carefully tucking the links in the top drawer of his desk, then began on his shirtfront.
"Stop right there," Chris commanded when he was halfway down. Shane looked at him with a frown of bewilderment. "I want you to strip, not just undress."
"What the hell are you talking about?" the other man snapped. "You want my clothes off or not?"
"Yes...but I want you to do it sexy," Chris said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Sexy?"
"haven't you ever done a striptease before?"
"Hell no," Shane asserted harshly. "That crap interferes with getting to the sex."
"That crap, as you so eloquently put it, enhances the sex, Shane," Chris murmured silkily.
Shane snorted derisively. "Bullshit."
"You don't believe me?" Chris shot back, scenting a challenge. "Why don't you sit your sweet little ass in that chair and let me demonstrate?"
Shane opened his mouth to argue, then shut it again, doing as he was told sulkily. "OK, get on with it."
Chris flashed him an admonishing glance, then went to the boombox that sat on a card table in the corner, flipping it on and spinning through the channels until he found an R&B station pumping out slow, sensual beats, the heavy bass Rhythms inflaming his blood. He stood for a moment, eyes closed, letting the music fill him. He gradually began to move, gliding over to hover across from Shane, who watched him impassively, his hands linked over his middle. Chris started gradually easing his T-shirt up, revealing his navel, then his stomach...up over his ribs. He paused to slide a hand over the exposed skin, his hips beginning to rock in time to the drums, head falling back slightly as he continued to draw the material up his chest.
"You see, stripping should be part of the whole act," Chris explained huskily, deftly removing his arms from the short sleeves and whipping the garment off, the ends of his ponytail feathering over one shoulder. "It heightens the senses...makes one more aware of their body." Chris danced around the desk pushing the chair Shane sat in around until Chris stood between his parted legs. "Are you more aware of your body, Shane?"
Shane wet his lips as his gaze roamed hungrily over Chris's bared chest, his fingers itching to touch the flesh so temptingly before him. He could feel himself grow achingly hard in his pants, his heartbeat quickening in anticipation. "Chris, hurry up, now, okay? I can't wait to have you inside me."
"Hurry?" Chris pondered in mock-puzzlement. "I'm not sure I know what that means right now."
"Dammit, Chris, I-"
"Shhh," the other man murmured, laying his fingers over Shane's lips, hips still rotating, free hand toying with the top button of his fly. "I'm in charge, remember? You just sit back and enjoy."
Shane moaned when Chris slowly, one by one, popped the buttons on his jeans, inching the denim down over his gyrating hips, eventually revealing the blue briefs beneath. Shane gripped the arms of the chair, his knuckles becoming white as he fought to keep himself from assaulting his tormentor. "Chris, please..."
Chris made a shushing sound, kicking off his sneakers and stepping out of his jeans. He then traced the waistband of his underwear, dipping a finger under the elastic, pulling it down slightly, giving Shane a peak of the dark curls of his pubic hair before releasing the band to snap against his belly. He bent, placing his hands on the armrests just above Shane's, their faces centimeters apart. "Take the rubber band out of my hair," he ordered in a velvety whisper.
With shaky fingers, Shane removed it, throwing it on the desktop, unable to resist threading his hands through the dark, silky mass, spreading the tresses on Chris's shoulders. "Now what?" he asked hoarsely.
"You ever have a lapdance, Shane-baby?" Chris returned softly, his breath puffing against Shane's lips, causing his tongue to dart out and lick them.
Shane's throat grew tight at the nearness of him, whimpering when Chris's eyes dropped to watch his mouth intently. "N-no."
"Then allow me to give you your first one." Chris half-sat on his lap, rolling his hips forward and back, erotically grinding himself into him, smiling sweetly as he felt Shane's reaction. "Feel good?"
Shane couldn't speak, merely nodded enthusiastically, gasping Chris's name in need.
"Want more?"
Shane bobbed his head again, looking down to see Chris's lower body swivel against him, succumbing to temptation and splaying his fingers on the other man's flanks, sliding up and down, reveling in the satiny smoothness of his skin.
"Kiss me, Shane," Chris commanded suddenly.
Shane leaned forward, brushing his lips over Chris's lightly, reaching around to cup his ass.
"You call that a kiss?" Chris said disdainfully. "I believe I'm going to have to introduce you to the art of kissing as well. Open your mouth."
Shane did...and nearly came right then as Chris plunged his tongue into his mouth, boldly exploring every hollow and slick crevice, clasping his chin to angle his head to the side for an even deeper penetration. He groaned when Chris coaxed his tongue into his own mouth and began to suckle, scraping the edges of his teeth along the surface, purring in his throat as Shane squirmed impatiently.
"Oh, God...please, Chris!" Shane begged, arching into the other man's undulating hips desperately. "I need you...now!"
Chris tisked almost regretfully. "Not yet, baby. "I'm not quite through with you yet."
"Fuck, I'm not going to last much longer," the chocolate-haird man warned. "I feel like I'm so close right now."
Chris trailed an index finger down the zipper of his pants, chuckling at Shane's strangled gasp. "I promise you, Shane-O...if you do come before I allow you to...well, let's just say you won't like the consequences."
Shane whined in distress, not doubting for a minute that the torture he was enduring now would be nothing compared to what he'd have to suffer if he disgraced himself. "Well, hurry it up, will you?"
"I don't hurry when it comes to sex, Shane," Chris whispered, illustrating his words by unfastening the rest of the buttons of his shirt at a pace that made Shane want to scream with frustration. He discarded the garment, slithering his hands over the creamy skin of his chest, circling the heels around his nipples, feeling them grow stiff in his palms. "Sex should be savored...relished...deeply appreciated..."
Shane panted loudly as, with each pause, Chris swept his tongue down the vulnerable column of his throat, then nipped the hollow of his collarbone...then fastened on one of his erect nubs, flickering the tip of his tongue rapidly over the sensitive flesh before sucking on it strongly.
"Oh, Jesus," Shane cried, his back bowing away from the chair sharply. "So good..God, so good!"
"Fuck, baby, your nips are so sensitive," Chris moaned, moving to the other one, repeating his ministrations while his fingers fumbled with his slacks, growling when the zipper proved stubborn. He finally ripped them open, raising up to yank them down Shane's legs. He immediately attacked his boxers, sending them the way of the pants until the other man sat resplendently naked, his shaft thrusting up from dark curls. Chris wrapped his hand around it, enjoying the start Shane gave at his firm touch. "You're so hard and hot, sweetheart," he cooed, stroking up the length, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the tip where precome already pearled.
"I'm gonna come if you keep that up," Shane gasped harshly.
"Remember what I told you, Shane," Chris reminded him sternly, gliding his hand back down to cup his heavy balls, squeezing them gently.
"Oh, God...gonna come!" Shane whimpered, clenching his eyes shut as he felt the tingling in his groin, helpless to prevent it from spreading through him. "I'm gonna...shit, gonna shoot now."
Chris smiled evilly as he felt the first explosive burst against his forearm, drawing his fist up his cock in a hard tug, bringing Shane's hips high off the seat with a hoarse wail, spilling all over Chris's hand, thigh and both their stomachs. When Shane had somewhat recovered, Chris held his hand to his lips, eyes cool as he ordered,
"Clean me off."
Shane did so eagerly, taking each finger into his mouth and suckling, moving on to his palm and arm, wiping up the splashes on his belly and thigh, then fell back, sighing in satisfaction. He barely noticed when Chris climbed off his lap, but he jumped in surprise when he heard a loud crash. He looked to see that Chris had swept everything off the desk-blotter, file folders full of papers, pens and pencils, telephone and other assorted paraphernalia-to the floor. "Hey, what the hell-?"
Chris patted the center of the desk imperiously. "Up."
Shane, having gotten off...quite nicely, he might add, though he didn't get fucked silly like he'd planned...was feeling less compliant. He tilted his chin defiantly, crossing his legs and leaning into the cushions. "I don't think so, Kanyon. I'm feeling quite bored now. You may leave."
Chris's dark eyes narrowed to glittering slits at Shane's icy dismissal, stepping forward and hauling the smaller man to his feet easily, tossing him onto the desk none-too-gently, holding him down with a hand planted in the middle of his chest. "I think not, Boss Man," Chris murmured silkily, hooking the fingers of his free hand in his briefs and jerking them down and off, his erection springing free from it's confinement. "The deal as to fuck you until you screamed for mercy."
"Chris, let me up," Shane said, trying to sound authoritative, but was dismayed to hear his words come out as a whine, his eyes straying involuntarily to the large cock throbbing in front of him. He moaned inwardly as his body reacted without his consent. "I'll sign a new contract for you. Just get out now, okay?"
Chris smiled wickedly, slipping his fingers up the inside of the heir apparent's thigh, tweaking one of his balls playfully. "Screw the contract. I'm having too much fun right now."
Chris, I really...really don't...want...oh, Chris! Oh, Christ!"
Chris had begun to lave the area just below Shane's navel, working his way down, nipping the smooth skin at the juncture of thigh and hip, moving on to mouthe his full sacs, chuckling when Shane bucked off the desk, his hands tangling in Chris's hair, yanking and pulling, attempting to guide his mouth to his achingly rehardened shaft.
"Please...oh, for fuck's sake, please!"
Chris was gratified hearing Shane beg for him, calling his name in that hitching whimper that turned him on so much. He decided not to waste any time teasing him with the promise of a blowjob, but simply swallowed him down whole, gripping his hips firmly as he gave a hiccuping sob, trying to arch into his bobbing strokes, but Chris held him fast. He hummed continuously, knowing how the vibrations must be singing along Shane's already raw nerve-endings. He raised his head briefly, blowing on the tip as he lightly pumped the root.
"So sweet, Shane," he purred, tracing the pulsing vein down the underside, then back up to stab the spot below the ridge he sensed would drive the other man crazy.
"Chris...Chriiiiis! Please, fuck me now..." Chris ignored his lover's please, concentrating on bringing him as close to the brink as possible without letting him come. He forced his climax back each time he neared it until Shane was incoherent with need.
Finally, feeling the poor man had had enough, he straightened, searching in the desk drawers until he came up with a bottle of baby oil. He glanced at Shane with a wry grin, vowing to ask how many other meetings he'd had planned. He deep-throated Shane again, squirting some of the oil into his hand, setting the bottle aside and firmly pinching the base of his shaft as he eased two slicked fingers inside him, slowly stretching him.
"Fuckfuckfuck!" Shane yelled, lifting his feet so that the heels were set against the mahogany surface, body curving hard, nearly gagging Chris with the force of his action. "More...oh, God more!"
Chris chuckled in amusement as he sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, lips tightening around him. He pressed a third finger inside him, curling them up until he found the slight bulge of his prostate, feathering over it, glad he'd barred his arm across Shane's hips, for he wrenched against him fiercely, an animalistic cry erupting from the boy wonder's throat. Chris slowed his tempo, voicing his enjoyment as he probed deeper, now just kissing his flesh, letting his breath waft over his sensitized skin.
"Chris, if you don't fuck me now, I'll not only not sign you, I'll make it so you never wrestle again anywhere on this planet!" Shane yelled, subsiding into frantic mewls.
Chris wasn't phased by this empty threat, knowing it was the frustration talking. He withdrew his fingers, eliciting a moan of protest. He quickly coated himself with more oil, hooking his wrists under Shane's knees and settling them in the crooks of his arms.
"You ready, Shane-O?" Chris asked gruffly, feeling his own lust prodding him strongly. Shane tilted his pelvis, giving an urgent mew of assent. Chris pushed forward, exerting steady pressure past the ring of muscle until a few inches were fully enclosed. He gritted his teeth, breathing heavily through his nose as he battled for control, withdrawing almost completely before slamming full-length into him, digging his fingers into Shane's hips to keep him still as he yelped in agony.
"Holy shit, Shane," Chris hissed tensely. "So incredibly tight...fucking good..."
Shane was delirious with pain and such a bone-deep pleasure that he thought he'd pass out with the intensity of it...and he hadn't even moved yet! "Ahh, Chris...now...fuck me right now! "
Chris leaned down, capturing Shane's parted lips in a scintillating kiss, beginning to move, setting a slow, languid pace, laughing softly when his lover bucked and wriggled beneath him, trying to get him to increase his tempo.
"Settle down, baby," Chris chastised quietly, lying immobile atop him as he assaulted his tender throat with lips, teeth and tongue, releasing his legs to pluck and pinch his swollen nipples, growling in his chest at Shane's kittenish whimpers. "I love your taste, Shane," he husked, dipping his head to swirl the flat of his tongue around a stiff peak. "So sweet...so fucking sweet...mmmm..."
Shane clutched Chris's shoulders, thrashing his head back and forth, helplessly arching into the bigger man, mumbling incomprehensibly.
"What was that, honey," Chris murmured, brushing his fingertips over Shane's ribs, tracing the outline of each one with a touch as light as a whisper.
"PleasepleaseohGodplease!"
"Ooooh, how I love to hear you beg," Chris crooned, resuming his lazy thrusts, guiding Shane's legs around his waist. "Beg for it, baby. Beg for it good enough and I'll make you come so hard you'll feel like it'll never stop."
Shane proceeded to do just that, imploring for Chris to finish him. "God, Chris...hurts...need to come!"
Chris's rhythm increased a little, angling to prod his G-spot, groaning as the walls surrounding him spasmed powerfully, swallowing Shane's whine with his hungry mouth. "Aww, sweet baby...you beg so pretty..."
For Chrissakes...fuck me...fuck me hard!"
"You want it rough, huh?" Chris questioned sibilantly.
"Yesyes! Fuck me, Chris!"
Chris pretended to consider this for a moment, his thrusts becoming shallow and even slower. "Hmm...let me think..."
"God damn you!" Shane wailed in a frenzy of lust. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you? That's it, isn't it? You want me to die a horribly unsatisfied death!"
Chris chuckled quietly, reaching down to grasp Shane's taut ass, raising him slightly. "The only death I want you to have, pretty baby, is the Little Death." He reclaimed Shane's mouth as he abruptly began to pound into him with a ferocity that, if Chris hadn't been holding on to him, would have shot Shane right off the desk. He took a feral delight in his strangled yelps and shrieks, murmuring encouragement between soft grunts of effort.
"Ahh, Shane, so tight and hot for me," Chris moaned delving deeper, his fingers enclosing the throbbing shaft digging into his belly, loosely pumping it to match the quickening tempo of his hips.
Shane ground himself into the other man, panting raggedly as he strained for the pinnacle that seemed to hover just out of his reach. "More...faster...harder!"
"Baby..." Chris gasped rapidly, feeling the telltale signs of his impending orgasm. "Your command is my wish." He plunged savagely into him, taking care to stab his prostate with each instroke, squeezing and tugging on his cock furiously. "Come on...shoot for me now, Shane," he snarled feverishly.
Shane writhed and twisted under Chris, seeking relief from the sizzling ecstasy flaying him alive. He suddenly jerked, his head snapping back to crack against the wood of the desk. "Oh, fuckin' Jesus Christ, yeah! Right there! Awww, that's it...coming...Chris, coming!"
Chris drew his fist snugly up Shane's shaft, lunging powerfully into him, groaning as he Bowed high off the desk, howling his release like a rabid wolf. Chris sank his nails into Shane's ass, wrenching him up as he lunged erratically, the rippling of the internal muscles along his own shaft hauling him over with a bellow of intense exultation. he collapsed over Shane, then quickly slithered backwards to land in the plush cushions of the chair, dragging Shane with him.
"Am I dead, 'cause I think I've gone to heaven," Shane mumbled into Chris's neck, relaxing contentedly against him, loving the feel of Chris still inside him.
Chris pinched Shane's thigh hard, eliciting a squeal and a glare as he rubbed the offended area. "Nope, you're quite alive."
"Bastard!" Shane grumbled, resettling himself into Chris's arms. "You're supposed to pinch when you think you're dreaming, not when you think you've died."
"Well, I believe it works either way, sweetheart," Chris replied, languorously trailing his fingers in the still warm come that slicked both their skins. He watched Shane through half-lidded eyes as he caught his wrist and brought the coated fingers to his lips, meticulously licking and sucking until Chris had to tug his hand away, a pained expression gracing his handsome countenance.
"Fuck, Shane, I think your mouth should be registered as a lethal weapon."
Shane snickered, imitating Chris's gesture and swiping some of his seed from his stomach and offering it to his lover, his eyes fastened on the way Chris snaked his tongue out to delicately lap at his fingers before enveloping them in the moist caverns of his mouth. "Damn, you should talk about lethal weapon."
Chris released Shane's digits to slant a hot, hard kiss on Shane's lips. "Didn't you mention something about a contract...?"
Shane grinned brightly. "Well, since you performed the stipulations quite...er...satisfactorily..." He pulled out the top drawer in the desk and, after shuffling through some papers, retrieved a contract and a pen. He flipped through the sheaf till he found the dotted line, then, using the broad chest in font of him as a flat surface, signed with a flourish, handing both to Chris.
Chris scanned through the document before applying his own signature, tossing the papers on the desk, retaining the pen. He deftly twirled it in his fingers, gazing at Shane speculatively.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Shane asked, shifting uneasily under that intent stare.
Chris gave him an enigmatic smile. "Now that my new contract is taken care of, I believe there's one more signing left to attend to."
Shane frowned in confusion. "Another signing? What are you...Chris! What the hell-?"
Chris captured Shane's wrists, clamping them behind his back with one hand while, with the other, he started writing on the creamy surface of his chest. When he was done, he let go of Shane, capping the pen and dropping it in the open drawer. He then lifted the other man off him and stood, placing him in the chair. Chris laughed as Shane attempted to read what he wrote upside down, cursing under his breath when he couldn't. He ignored him and redressed, sidling to the door. "Oh, and that contract is legally binding...at least under my justice system." He chuckled smugly as he strolled from the office, gently shutting the door behind him.
Shane jumped out of the chair and went into the adjoining bathroom, standing before the mirror, trying to read the mirror image of what was scrawled across his chest. When he figured it out, he flushed to the roots of his hair, both furious and strangely pleased.
This is to state that Shane Brandon McMahon is hereby the sole property of Christopher Kanyon...because after all, who's better than Kanyon?