TITLE: Game Time
AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash m/m
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the characters, they own themselves or Vince does. *pouts* I don't
know their true sexuality, this is just fiction.
DISTRIBUTION: Kriket and Darkflame, if they want it.
SPOILERS: Houseshow 1-6 and Raw 1-7-02
SUMMARY: Sequel to "Let the Games Begin." Hunter returns and nothing will be the same in the
WWF, including Chris Jericho.
This part dedicated to Selphie who issued a challenge and gave me inspiration for this story.
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I shrug my shoulders as I walk down the hallway. I had tried to act as arrogant as possible in my
interview with Sharmel. Hell, I don't want anyone to know how scared I really am. I'm Chris
Jericho, the undisputed champion. I'm the man.
Fuck!
I'm still sore from working the house show yesterday,
and I'm not exactly one-hundred percent right now. I'm so glad that I don't have to defend the
title tonight. I have a feeling that Hunter arranged that. He should. Thanks to him, Kane made it a
point to hurt me last night. My nose is still sore.
I shake my head. Hunter. Why can't I get the fucker out of my mind. He's driving me nuts.
I spy the water fountain ahead and lick my dry parched lips. The breakroom and bottled water
was on the other side of the building, which meant my odds of running into Hunter would
increase. Fuck that.
I frowned as I leaned down. I hadn't done this in years. Memories of school came flooding back
into my memory.
I almost choked as someone slapped my ass hard, allowing the water to stream into my face.
I turned around, wiping the water from my face. I proceeded to glare at the person who would
dare touch me.
Rocky.
"Bend over like that again, and I'll show you why they call me the Rock," Duane said with a smirk,
as his eyes traveled down my body.
"Fuck you!" I hiss at him.
"I don't think so. Your ass belongs to me now, Bitch,"
Duane growled as he grabbed my arm, pulling me to him.
"Wrong," Hunter growled as he stepped between us.
Duane eyed him cautiously before a realization hit him. "You're already fucking him," Duane said,
looking from me to Hunter with an amused look on his face, with that damned eyebrow lifted.
What I wouldn't give for some hot wax right about now, and I could rip that damn eyebrow off his
stupid face.
"He's mine. We'll leave it at that," Hunter growled as he pulled me beside of him. "And so are
these," he said, pointing at the belts as he wrapped his arms around my shoulder.
"Not if I have anything to say about it," Duane growled.
Hunter smirked.
Duane growled louder.
Their standoff lasted only a couple of minutes, but finally
Duane laughed out loud. "You little slut," Duane whispered to me, "and you have the nerve to call
Stephanie one, when you're sleeping with her husband?"
"NO! It's not like that!" I protest, but Hunter's grip around my waist tightens and I say no more.
"Get over it Rocky. He's my bitch," Hunter growled as he grabbed a handful of my hair, forcing
me to walk along side of him.
I heard Duane chuckle. "If you get tired of him, send him my way."
Once in Hunter's locker room, he shoves me against the wall.
I shiver as I look into his cold, calculating eyes.
But I was pissed at being treated like a slut, and I push back, barely moving him. He smirks as he
closes in again, this time closer. Close enough that I could smell his cologne and feel the heat of his
body. His scent was so intoxicating that I almost swooned.
His fist gently caressed my cheek. He leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose. "Sorry about that.
Kane got carried away."
No, he was using me. I turn my head. "For your information, Jackass, Kurt doesn't suck and I
definitely don't swallow," I hiss, remembering how embarrassed I had been at the house show
when Hunter started making all kinds of remarks about me. I had thought that he was going to
tell everyone that he raped me in my own home. But was it rape when you enjoyed it? Fuck, I'm
so confused.
He looks at me for a moment and then smiles. "So Kurt swallows and you suck?" He asked with a
smirk.
I glare at him, although I'm temporarily speechless. "NO!" I finally gasp in protest.
"So you do swallow?"
"NO!"
Hunter chuckled. "Go have you little match, but make sure you don't get a stink face or no kisses
for you tonight."
My head spins as he presses his lips to mine, soft and tender at first, and then his tongue slides
inside of my mouth and his kiss becomes more demanding, more passionate.
He pulls away, leaving me trembling against the wall.
"Wait on me after the show. If I have to track you down tonight, it'll be more painful for you," he
whispers, his words cold , but truthful.
I swallow hard as he leaves me standing there.
Once my knees stop shaking, I head out toward the ring and somehow manage to avoid getting
the stink face and to pick up another victory, although, I kinda feel bad for the ref, but hey, better
him than me.
I head towards my locker room. If I leave now, there's no way that Hunter could stop me. Then
again, would he be able to find me? After all, he does have connections to Vince. Vince always
knows where we are.
So I wait. Waiting patiently for him to be done with his promo. God, Vince had been building this
up for weeks. Must be good to have Vince McMahon as your father-in-law. Wonder what Vince
would say if he knew Hunter wanted me?
What a screwed up fucking family.
I stare at the monitor as his music hits. My stomach flutters as he walks down the ramp. God,
he's so damn sexy and intense.
This was his time. His "triumphant return" as JR called it.
I watch as the crowd goes wild for the man. My man. The realization isn't as cold as I thought it
would be. I would be held in those arms tonight as I cuddle against his hard body.
I'm shocked to see that Kurt actually has the balls to interrupt him on this night, his night. I can
see the look in Hunter's eyes. The look right before he plants you face first into the mat.
As they scuffle, I long to be Kurt. To be in the ring with Hunter. To feel his hands on me, to feel
him lifting me.
Fuck! What am I saying?
I turn my back to the monitor refusing to look at it. Waiting. Waiting for him.
I don't have to wait long as the door slams open.
I gasp as I see him. He's actually trembling from the adrenaline surging through his body. I watch
as his chest heaves, the muscular torso glistens with a thin coat of sweat. My eyes travel
downward to the huge bulge in his jeans.
"On your knees bitch," he growls lustfully.
I quickly comply, not caring if the whole staff heard us.
I lick my lips as he slowly unbuttons and unzips his pants. My eyes widen as his huge cock springs
out. Damn, no wonder I had been so sore.
"You will suck it and you will swallow every drop," he commanded.
I glance up at him briefly before my mouth engulfs his cock.
He hissed in pleasure, as his fingers tangled in my hair. "That's it bitch, suck it."
I should feel degraded by being called a bitch, but it was starting to turn me on. I could feel the
hardness of my own cock pressing against my tights.
He started to moan and thrust his hips forward as I sucked faster and faster.
I yelped he grabbed my hair tighter and held my head still as he roughly fucked my mouth,
bruising my throat as his cock rammed in and out of my mouth. I could barely breath, but I didn't
care. I wanted to taste him.
"Swallow!" He yelled as his cum filled my mouth.
I was startled by the strong burst of creamy essence in my throat, but I swallowed as quickly as I
could, not allowing a drop to escape my mouth.
Once his breathing returned to normal, he looked down at me and smiled. A finger gently traced
along my lips. For a moment, I thought he was making sure that I hadn't let any leak from my
mouth, but then I saw his eyes. He was silently thanking me.
"Stand," he ordered.
I stood as quickly as I could, between my trembling legs and the hardness between my legs, it
wasn't an easy task.
I jumped as his hand gently stroked my cock. "Did you like that Jericho?" He asked with that all
too familiar smirk.
I nod, not trusting my voice at this particular moment.
I gasp as he yanks my tights down. I glance down at his cock and it is already rock hard again.
"Lean against the wall," he orders.
A whimper escapes my throat, but I do as he says.
I jump as his large hands cups my ass. "This is my property, no one else is allowed here. Do you
understand?" He asks, whispering in my ear.
I nod.
"No one else," I gasp, listening as he applies some lube to his cock and a small amount at my
entrance.
As he pushes inside of me, I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming. He's so big!
My whimpers increase. Fuck! He's tearing me apart!
"Relax," he whispers in my ear, as one of his hands snakes around my middle and starts to stroke
my cock in rhythm with his thrusts.
Soon my hips are bucking back against him, wanting more, needing more. "Harder," I demand.
"Tell me what you want," Hunter whispers.
"Fuck me!"
Hunter chuckles as his thrusts increase. His hand strokes me harder and faster and soon I'm
screaming his name as I splatter the arena wall with my cum.
He roars as he shoots deep inside of me. Claiming me. Marking me as his property. His bitch.
I lean against the wall as I try to regain control of my breathing. He slumps up against me,
pinning me against the wall as he places soft kisses along my neck.
When he pulls away, I slide to the floor in a broken heap. I'm his. Game over. There's no denying
it.
"Get your stuff and let's get out of here," he growls as he pulls his jeans back up and zips them. He
holds his hand out to me and I place my hand in his, before I know it, I'm leaning against his
chest. His hand strokes my hair as I try to regain my balance.
For once in my life, I belong. I belong to him.
~THE END?~