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Forgive and Forget - 2/2 (*Slash*)
For disclaimer and such, see part one.
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Chris whimpers under me as I remove the last remaining article of clothing from him, tossing the
black tong across the room.
"Don't do this," he whimpers in a weak protest.
"What?" I ask, mocking Steve.
"Hunter," he whispers frowning, a serious look forming on his beautiful flushed face.
"What?"
"Kiss me," he whimpered.
I smile as I happily oblige him. My lips crushing against his, covering his mouth until I finally pull
away leaving us both breathless.
He moans as he looks up at me, licking his lips as if he's savoring my taste.
I can see the inward struggle going on inside of that pretty little head of his. He knows that he is
cheating on his wife, and last, but certainly not least, he was cheating on Benoit.
Benoit was a jealous bastard, who would probably kill him if he finds out. The only one Benoit
shares with is Chris' wife. Hell, I'm surprised that he hasn't hired a hitman to off her yet.
"It's just you and me tonight," I whisper as I lean down and gently bite at his right nipple, eliciting
a deep whimper from him.
His fingers tangle in my hair in an attempt to pull me closer.
"Hunter, fuck me hard," he begs.
"I've never been one to say "no" to a beautiful lady or handsome man, but I refuse to hurt him."
I grab the bottle of lube on the night stand and generously coat my fingers and my cock.
He hisses as one of my fingers slips up into him. Fuck! He's so tight and hot.
His hips arch up and then plunge downwards onto my finger. I watch as his beautiful long, slender
cock juts proudly from it's blond nest of curls. Everything about this man is perfect.
His eyes flutter open as I add another finger.
"Don't tease me Hunter! Fuck me!" He growls.
"I'm not teasing," I growl. "Shut the hell up and let me prepare you."
He moans in frustration as he wiggles on my fingers.
God only knows why he came here tonight. He knows that I'm not one to forgive and forget. Did
he think that by allowing me fuck him that it would secure his safety when I came back?
He should know better than that.
Who the fuck am I kidding? Yeah, I've teased him. I've hurt him. But I've been hopelessly in love
with him for years. How pathetic is that?
To be in love with another man's bitch. To know that to profess my love would mean the death of
both of us.
Yeah, I'm the Game, but Benoit is fucking psycho.
I spread and lift his legs onto my shoulders, allowing my cock to gently rub against his tight
puckered opening.
"Are you sure about this?" I ask.
"I need you," he whimpers.
That's all I needed to hear. I slam into him hard. Knowing that I'm hurting him, tearing him up
inside, but I can't stop. Years of frustration and denial are released with each hard thrust into
him.
He's crying, but not attempting to stop me.
Does he think he deserves this?
Fuck.
"Chris, I'm sorry," I say as I force myself to stop all movement.
"Don't stop," he whimpers.
"I won't hurt you anymore."
"I'm a whore. I deserve it!"
"No!" I growl in protest.
"You don't understand! I slept with Austin," Chris whimpers.
"What?" I ask, not meaning to sound sarcastic.
"He said he'd wouldn't take my title if I slept with him. I was so lonely. He hurt me Hunter," Chris
whimpers as he breaks down and starts to sob.
"Shhh, baby," I whisper, brushing his blond hair from his face. "I'll take care of Austin for you."
"He'll hurt you, too," he whimpers.
"Don't worry about it," I whisper, reassuring him.
A surge of jealously shoots throughout my body. Austin had fucked Chris? He had fucked Chris
before me? Hell, Austin was going down. The Game was back in town.
I lean down and tenderly kiss Chris, reassuring him that everything would be alright. He returns
the kiss reluctantly.
Slowly, I start moving again. Our bodies grind together in urgent, raw need.
I reach between our sweaty bodies and grasp Chris' cock, stroking it hard and fast enjoying the
soft whimpers that were issuing from his throat.
Within seconds, Chris arches his back and screams my name as he fills my hand with his cum.
I smile as I pump into him a couple more times before filling him with my seed. Marking him.
Staking my claim.
We lay together for almost an hour, not saying a word. He feels so right in my arms.
"I have to go," he finally whispers.
"Why?" I ask, frowning, not wanting to let him leave my bed ever again.
"Benoit is suppose to call me."
I frown as I allow him to leave. He pauses and blows me a kiss as he leaves. Asshole. I want him
to do a different type of blowing for me.
~CHRIS' POV~
As I close the door to Hunter's room, I almost laugh out loud. It was so easy. I had him fooled
from the moment I walked into the room.
He's so pathetic.
If I'm lucky, he'll eliminate the Rock and Austin for me.
He'll never hurt me. Fuck. The sucker is in love with me.
I'm still smiling as I open the door to my room.
Damn, I forgot that I left the lights off and it's pitch black in here.
I switch on the lights and nearly jump out of my skin as I see Benoit laying on the bed.
"It's about time," he growled. "Where have you been?"
"Out," I gasp. Fuck. Why didn't I shower in Hunter's room.
"Really?" He asked as he stalked toward me.
I felt my heart begin to race. Had someone told him that I was cheating on him?
"I was out with the guys," I murmur.
He pulls me into a tight embrace as he claims my lips in a possessive kiss.
I yelp as he pushes me backwards, causing me to stumble and fall.
"Who fucked you?" He growls.
"What?" I asked shocked.
I can't control the tears in my eyes as he yanks at my hair, pulling me upwards. "No...."
He slaps me hard across the face. "Don't lie to me bitch. I leave you alone for a couple of months
and you think you can replace me?"
"It's not like that," I whimper. "I was playing them against each other."
"But you fucked Austin and Hunter?"
I nod, shivering at the anger reflected in his eyes. I would be lucky to survive tonight.
~NEXT MORNING--HOTEL LOBBY--HUNTER'S POV~
I watch as Benoit exits the elevator. He was here last night? Where is Jericho?
He smiles that gap-tooth smile at me.
"So did you enjoy your get-well present?" Benoit asks with a smirk.
"What?"
"You fucked Chris right?"
"You knew."
"I know everything that Chris does."
I don't like what I'm hearing. "Where's Chris?"
"Back in my bed where he belongs."
I feel my heart breaking.
Benoit smirks. "If it makes you feel better, he was just using you. He's like that."
"You don't know anything," I hiss.
"I know Chris," Benoit growls. "He's playing Austin, Rock, and you against each other."
"What?" I growl. Damn, I've been listening to Steve far too long.
Benoit chuckles. "You'll figure it out. Hope you enjoyed yourself, because it'll never happen again.
He's mine."
"He was using me?" I ask in disbelief.
"Get over it," Benoit smirks. "Forget him."
Forget? Me, the Game, forget? Hell, I'll never forgive and forget him. He's just became my
number one target when I return.
The elevator doors slide open and Chris steps out. I'm shocked to see that his face is all bruised up
and that he can barely walk.
I glance at Benoit accusingly, but he merely smirks. "He's my bitch. I can do what I want to with
him."
Chris doesn't say anything, only lowers his eyes.
"Is it true?" I ask. I have to know.
Chris looks at Benoit and then to me. "Yes," he whispers softly, the word barely audible.
I turn and walk away.
Forgive and Forget?
Never......
~THE END~