Undercover Heat - Part 2
Mon Jun 24 07:48:44 2002
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~JERICHO'S POV~
I stare in disbelief at Benoit as I fidget nervously with the handcuffs that now secure my hands behind my back. God, I've never felt this helpless before. How did he know about me? I was so fucking careful.
What will Mark do to me when he finds out that I've been made? Kill me? I know Helmsley thinks that Edge killed Billy and Chuck, but I know for a fact that it was Mark. They had tried to double cross Mark and blackmail him. They should've known not to mess with a guy who's nickname is the "Undertaker." He's put more guys under than a regular mortician.
Fuck. What am I going to do?
"I can't believe that you threw away your career for a fast fuck," Benoit growls in disbelief as he continues to stare at me with disdain.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I hiss, after all it was just his word against mine. "You don't have any proof that I did anything wrong," I continue, shrugging my shoulders.
He grins that stupid ass gap-tooth smile of his as he reaches over behind me and in the corner of the stall where the metal connects to the wall there was a small open space, barely visible if you wasn't looking for it. I frowned as I watched him carefully remove a small video camera that had been attached there. "Oh really? Let me refresh your memory," he growls with a smirk as he hits the rewind button on the camera.
I'm speechless. My mouth gaps in disbelief.
I'm so totally fucked.
I am so dead.
~BENOIT'S POV~
I love the terrified look on his beautiful face.
He is so busted.
"You know that he doesn't care what happens to you," I whisper as I watch their coupling. Anyone could see that Mark is just using Jericho, after all he is one exquisite piece of ass. Everyone could see it, except Jericho.
"Fuck you," Jericho hisses as he scuffs his feet nervously.
Is that a tear that I see tugging at the corner of his beautiful crystal blue eyes?
I grin at him as I ponder what to do with him. I could turn him into Helmsley and he would be arrested, spend the next couple of years in prison being raped by the scum there, but somehow that idea just don't appeal to me.
This was personal. I had wanted Chris Jericho since the day that I had been partnered with him, but everything indicated that he was straight, so I left him alone and stewed in my own self-pity and lustful thoughts of him, day and night. I want to make him pay for all those agonizing days and restless nights that I spent wanting him. I want to.....fuck him.
"No. Fuck you Jericho," I hiss as a plan begins to form in my head. Well, it might be the other head I'm thinking with. Things are getting kind of blurry, as is right and wrong.
He gasps in surprise as I shove him against the wall of the stall, my left knee effectively prying his legs apart, legs that he had so willingly parted for Mark Callaway minutes earlier. I grin as I see the tear slide down his face.
Not so tough now, are you?
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
I giggle as Edge and I stumble into the pool area of his immense mansion. Somehow I think we lost our way through the maze of shrubs and greenery surrounding his magnificent home, we were headed for his bedroom.
"And this is the pool area," he snickers as his hands continue to caress my body as if he was worshipping it.
"Nice, but I thought we were going to your room," I whisper as he pulls me close and kisses me until I'm once again breathless and so hard that I can barely walk.
How we made it here without getting into an accident is a miracle. All I can say is that it's a good thing that his corvette is small and easy maneuverable because he could barely keep his hands off me and vise versa.
I moan as Edge's tongue slips into my mouth and swirls around mine. God, he's so sexy that I feel like I'm going to swoon in his arms like a school girl would.
We both yelp as we accidentally trip over one of the pool floats that someone had left laying around. Lucky for us, it's a huge one and we crash down safely on it's airy rubbery surface.
As I giggle at our current predicament, he growls and immediately pushes me onto my back and sits astride of my mid-section, pinning me under him. His hands grip my wrists pinning them above my head as he stares down at me lustfully. He leans down pressing his forehead to mine in a tender jester as he rubs our noses together like children.
God, I want him and I know the feeling is mutual judging by the heated hardness that I feel pressed against my inner thigh.
I gasp as he releases my wrists and practically rips my shirt off.
"Don't worry, I'll let you borrow one of mine," he whispers huskily as his hands explore my torso, mapping every inch of it.
I nod, not really caring. I want him too bad to be worried about the shirt. I close my eyes and let him take control.
His hands fumble nervously with the button of my pants, but he finally manages to get them unbuttoned. I moan as I hear the faint sound of my zipper being unzipped. I barely open my eyes to look up at him. His eyes are dark with desire as his hair is wildly tousled around his face and shoulders. He flashes me one of his beautiful feral grins again and I shiver in anticipation.
"You're beautiful," he whispers as he moves back and roughly tugs my shoes off, followed closely by my pants and thong. With one last tug, I'm totally exposed for his viewing pleasure.
I reach up and caress his face. "No. You are the beautiful one," I whisper truthfully as my fingers tangle in his thick blonde mane.
He smiles as he leans down and kisses me once again, his hands quickly ridding his own body of clothes.
I expect him to be rough and animalistic, but he's being extremely gentle with me, almost loving. For several minutes, we just explore each others body, tenderly mapping all the sensitive parts for later use.
I gasp as he suddenly rolls over and pulls me on top of him.
"I want you to fuck me," he growls.
"What?" I squeak in surprise. "Me....fuck you?"
He smiles that flashy feral grin of his again. Damn him. "Yeah, you did say you topped, right?"
Fuck.
"Ummm...yeah," I whisper, wondering how the hell that I'm going to pull this off without looking like a complete idiot.
I look down and he's pressing a small bottle of baby oil my hand.
"Don't worry about taking it easy....I like it rough," he whispers with a wink.
Ok, I'm dead.
~EDGE'S POV~
The look on his face is priceless. He had really expected me to fuck him. Not that I don't want to, but I would rather feel him inside of me. Ok, so I'm a slut.
He leans down and places a butterfly kiss on my forehead. "Are you sure?"
Damn, he's so sweet and innocent.
I nod, not trusting my voice at the moment. A shiver runs down my spine as I hear the bottle lid snap open.
This should be good.
I watch as he applies a generous amount of oil to his silky staff. I watch as his delicate fingers stroke and glide along it. God, I want him so bad.
His eyes lock with mine as he lifts my legs and spreads them. I'm taller than him, but he easily maneuvers me. He flashes me a slight grin as he applies some more oil to his hand and slowly applies it to my entrance.
I arch up as one of those delicate, slender fingers slip into my opening.
"I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" He gasps, mortified that he had hurt me.
"No, angel," I chuckle. "It just feels so good. It's been awhile since I had a lover that cared if they hurt me."
"You were made to be worshipped," he whispers tenderly as he slowly starts to work his finger in and out before adding another. I guess someone has been watching a lot of porn movies, he's not too bad for a beginner, but no one could ever accuse me of being patient.
"Enough. Fuck me," I growl. As much as his finger feels good, it is his cock that I want filling me.
He looks worried and nervous as he slowly positions me, placing my long legs upon his shoulders. "Are you comfortable?" He asks unsure of himself as he slowly pushes his long slender cock into me.
"Oh, yeah," I moan as I lick my lips, my breathing already becoming ragged as I start to stroke myself, all the while grinding back against him, encouraging him. "Very comfortable....."
His hands grip my hips as his thrusts become deeper and harder.
"Fuck," he growls lustfully.
I reach up with one hand a massage his chest, pausing to pinch his right nipple, eliciting a slight whimper from him.
"That's it angel. Fuck me," I encourage him, ignoring the painful friction between the rubber float and the skin on my back.
I stroke my cock faster. I'm so fucking close.
"Edge," he growls, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he grinds into me.
I look up at his beautiful flush face as he thrusts into me. His lips are slightly parted and his hair is tousled, sprawling across his face and shoulders wildly.
I gasp as I come, my body trembles as I spray myself and him with my seed.
My inner muscles clamp down on him and he also follows me into the little death. I grin as I feel his seed filling me, but my grin fades as he suddenly falls forward on me, pinning me underneath him.
"Christian?" I whisper as I stroke his damp hair as he lays atop of me, still buried inside of me. I feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest.
No answer.
I manage to wiggle out from under him, wincing as his still partial hard cock slides from me. I gently roll him over and brush his hair from his angelic face.
I laugh out loud as I realize that he came so hard that he passed out.
"Little piglet pass out so soon?" A deep familiar voice growls from behind me. "I thought I told you not to get near the FBI barbie?"
I jump as I turn and see Mark standing behind me with his massive arms crossed on his chest and a look of disdain on his face.
How long had he been there?
I move protectively between him and Christian. He is pissed and he wants to hurt Christian, but I won't let him.
~MARK'S POV~
I try not to glare at the young cop laying unconscious on the float beside of Edge, but in reality, I want to strangle the very life out of the little shit for taking Edge. No one fucks Edge's tight ass but me. He's my bitch.
"Mark!" Edge finally gasps in surprise. He looks at Christian and then to me as he realizes his mistake.
"I thought we had an arrangement," I growl. "No one fucks you, but me."
Edge is speechless for a moment, and I enjoy watching him squirm as he desperately tries to think of a witty reply.
"He was a virgin. I was just playing with him," Edge replies, nervously biting his bottom lip. "He was just so cute....I...ummmm."
"Virgin?" I ask with a doubtful smirk. "He didn't fuck like a virgin," I hiss.
Edge lowers his head. "Mark, I'm tired. Can't we discuss this in the morning?"
"You wouldn't be tired if you hadn't let him fuck you. What about my needs?" I growl angrily, enjoying his nervousness. "Besides, what are you going to do with him now?"
"I guess he stays here. Would you carry him to my room? Please," Edge asks, glancing at me nervously.
"Why should I?" I growl.
He lays back on the float and spreads his long, lean legs seductively for me. His fingers wrap around his long, slender cock as he strokes it for my benefit. "I thought maybe we could enjoy a late night swim and .....maybe more," he whispers, once again biting his bottom lip nervously.
I snort, but as my eyes roam his body, I feel my cock twitch. Who am I kidding? I crave his body every second that I breathe.
"Wash his smell and seed off you, and I'll be right back," I growl as I easily lift the unconscious Christian and toss him roughly over my shoulder.
"Don't hurt him," Edge whispers.
I merely ignore him as I carry him inside. Hurt him? Fuck, I want to kill him. Within seconds, I'm tossing Christian onto Edge's bed and frowning as I watch him unconsciously curling up with Edge's pillow.
He can stay the night, but if he starts to get close to Edge....he's history. He'll learn first hand why they call me the Undertaker.
I walk over to the window and glance down at the pool area. Edge is swimming in an attempt to wash off the evidence of his recent coupling. Smart boy, but he seems to have forgotten just who he belongs to. I think that tonight, I'm going to have to give him a reminder.
~EDGE'S POV~
I try to clear my head of thoughts of Christian as I swim laps around the pool. Hopefully the chlorine will wash away his sweet, alluring smell.
I didn't miss the angry look in Mark's eyes when he looked down at Christian and me. Mark had been there when my father had died to comfort and console me. I missed my father and he had assumed that position and so much more. He became my first lover. I did everything that he told me like a good little boy should. I wanted to please him. Make him happy. I craved his attention and affection and he supplied it so willingly. It changed after my eighteenth birthday, he started going on business trips for weeks at a time. I was lonely. He agreed that I could fuck the twinks, but that I was never to allow them to touch his property....my ass.
Tonight, I had really fucked up.
I glance up in time to see him walking toward the pool, shedding his clothes as he approached. I flash him one of my smiles, hoping that it will melt away some of his anger, but he only glared at me more dashing my hopes of forgiveness. I had broken the "golden" rule of our relationship, and I would have to pay for it.
He tosses a couple of towels over the float that Christian and I had just used and lays down on his back. I watch mesmerized as his fingers wrap around the base of his huge, thick staff and start to stroke it. "Ok, I put sleeping beauty to bed. What's my reward?" He asks without even looking at me.
I grin as I slip from the pool and kneel beside of him, enjoying how his eyes are now glued to the thin sheen of water as it cascades down my perfectly toned body. "Anything you want," I whisper.
He grins as he grabs a handful of my hair and forces my head down so that he can crush his lips to mine. "Anything?" He asks as he pulls away licking his lips.
I nod nervously as he uses his weight and size to push me backwards on the float, pinning me with his body.
"You disobeyed me," he growls as he pins my wrists above my head. As much as I'm scared, I'm extremely turned on.
I glance up to see my two security guards, Kevin Nash and Scott Hall, patrolling the area. Instead of trying to help me or even being worried about my safety, they cheer him on and give him a thumbs up.
"Fuck him so hard that he won't be able to walk in the morning," Hall taunts.
"Show him who's boss," Kevin continues.
I blush in embarrassment. Fuck. I made a mental note to fire those two assholes in the morning.
"Roll over on your hands and knees," he orders as he grabs the discarded bottle of baby oil.
I gulp nervously as I do what he requests. The tone of his voice masked a certain warning that I heeded and obeyed rather quickly.
"Spread your legs wider," he growls as he slaps my ass hard. "You're too tense."
I clutch at one of the towels that I cover the float as he pours some of the oil on his hands and starts massaging my lower calves, kneading them with strength that seemed to rotate between pain and pleasure as he worked his way up to my inner thighs, pausing to massage my balls. Feeling them tighten in pleasure, he released them and began to stroke and rub my buttocks, stealthily delving his fingers in between and massaging my opening with his oiled fingers. God, that feels so good. His hands are so strong. So skillful.
A slight growl escapes his throat as he begins to squeeze and cup them roughly. Too rough. I tried to wriggle away from him, but a sharp painful slap to the already bruised tissue caused me to immediately halt all movement.
Before I could voice a protest, he had flipped me onto my back and his fingers were clamped around my cock, stroking it roughly. I couldn't control my hips as they thrust rhythmically with his strokes.
"Like that?" He asked with a slight possessive growl as his free hand moved down and gently teased my firm balls. He grinned as he watched my balls drawing up.
I gasped as he pulled away. Leaning back on his heels and watching as I squirmed helplessly before him, desperately wanting him to fuck me or do something! Anything!
He grinned sadistically as he leaned down and kissed the head of my aching cock, mocking my need and discomfort.
"Since you're so fond of disobeying me and letting anyone stick their dick up your ass, you don't mind if I pass on your lovely invitation tonight," he whispers mockingly.
"Please, Mark.....I'll never let him touch me again....I made a mistake......please....I need you so bad......fuck me!" I gasp as I quickly raise up and wrap my arms around his neck, sighing as he slips an arm around me.
"You need me, darling?" He asks, teasing. "I thought you wanted the little FBI barbie upstairs."
"NO! I want you! Your cock! Please....." I'm so desperate for him that I'm sobbing. He knows how to light my fire like no other.
"Who's your daddy? Who took care of you and your needs all these years?" He asks with a frown. "Who will continue to take care of you and protect you?"
"You," I gasp. "Only you."
He grins as he flips me back over and lifts me onto my hands and knees before him. I moan as I feel him pressing against me. I sigh in relief as his thick cock presses into me, filling me like no other could possibly do.
I push back against him, impaling myself on him. He chuckles as he reaches around in front of me and starts to stroke me. The dual stimuli of his cock brushing against my prostate and his hand roughly stroking me, made it an exciting experience of both pleasure and pain.
~MARK'S POV~
I grin as he pushes back against me. He'll learn the hard way that I own his ass.
I glance down at him and smile at the sheen of sweat which has covered his back and entire body. He looks gorgeous on all fours as I fuck him senseless.
"Come for daddy," I growl.
"MARK!" He screams as he comes so hard that he passes out this time.
I chuckle as he pitches forward unconscious as I finish off by filling his ass with my seed, remarking and reclaiming my territory that Christian had just invaded a few minutes earlier.
I glance up at Edge's window and see Christian watching us. I smirk at him as I thrust one final time into Edge. I grin as he quickly pulls away from the window.
Edge is mine and I will kill to keep him.
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
A pang of jealousy hits me. Rage had consumed me while I watched Mark fuck Edge. Worse.....Edge seemed to be enjoying it.
I wanted Edge.
What the fuck am I saying?
I'm an FBI agent.
I'm here to arrest Edge and possibly Mark. I can't be falling in love with my primary suspect.
Can I?
~BENOIT'S POV~
I can't believe that he's going along with this. I guess jail time doesn't appeal to him either. However, after tonight, he might want to reconsider that.
I smile at him as he lays completely naked and prone in the middle of my bed, his hands cuffed above his head to the iron rails of the head post. I had allowed him the dignity of a shower, mainly to wash Mark's scent off him.
It's my night. He's in my bed. At my complete mercy.
Mercy?
Nope. I'm not that compassionate.
I smile as I dangle a pair of nipple clamps before him. He gasps as he sees them, whimpering in fear.
"You wouldn't!" He gasps as I crawl onto the bed, slightly rolling him over on his left side.
"Wouldn't I?" I smirk.
I lean down and lick at his right nipple, gently sucking at it, teasing it with my tongue. He tenses as he realizes what I'm about to do next. He hisses as I clamp it on. He thrashes and squirms in pain as he screams obscenities at me.
I move on the other side of him, grinning as I roll him onto his right side, leaning down and licking at his left nipple. This time I sucked on it, tugging at it with my teeth.
"No...please," he whimpers.
I ignore his pleas as I place the other clamp on the small nub, eliciting another hiss of pain and another round of squirming and obscenities.
I wait until he calms down before crawling off the bed and walking to my dresser where I pull out a special vibrating dildo that I ordered just for him months ago.
It's long and it's girth is painfully thick. It looks to be the size of Mark's cock so he should enjoy it.
I grab the bottle of lube and apply a generous amount to it.
"Please.....," Jericho begs as he peers from his wildly tousled hair, clamping his legs together and tensing up in a vain attempt to deny me access as he sees the object in my hand. His ass is so round and firm.....so fuckable.
I shake my finger at him, "Tsk, tsk...you agreed to this. It's either me and my little toy or twenty guys in the holding cell. The choice is yours."
He gulps and spreads his legs, allowing me access.
I grin as I crawl onto the bed behind him, gently easing the dildo past his tight ring of muscle. He yelps in pain as the hard plastic pushes past it and deep inside of his tight warmth. He's trembling, but at the same time, he moans in pleasure. Curious, I reach underneath him. I grin as I find his cock as hard as rock. He's enjoying it. I realize at that moment that he enjoys being overpowered.
That's it.
That explains his attraction to Mark. He wants to dominated. To be subdued. To be man-handled.
"You like this, don't you Jericho?" I whisper in his ear, gently, but firmly biting at the bottom lobe.
He doesn't answer right away, but as my hands slide up his sides and my fingers toy with the clamps, he nods frantically.
"Yes! Oh God, Yes," he gasps as heart-wrenched sobs shake his body. "Fuck me.....please."
My victory grin faded as I realized that he wasn't all that cocky, all that arrogant. He was vulnerable.
I gently removed the dildo, but quickly replaced it with my own hard cock. He moans in approval as he wiggles back against me. I guess the silky heat of my cock is a welcome replacement for the cold impersonal plastic.
"Fuck me, Benoit. Make me your bitch," he growls lustfully as our bodies smack together feverishly, grinding, pounding. I growl as I nip at his shoulder with my teeth as my fingers pull at the clamps on his nipples. The bed squeaks as our movements become more erratic.
"Not bitch.....lover," I manage to gasp, trying to distinguish the difference for him.
He comes first without me even touching him, spraying the sheets below with a conspicuous amount of cum. As his inner muscles clamp down, I follow him, gasping my release as the most powerful orgasm of my life shakes my body.
I moan and collapse onto his back, effectively pinning him underneath me. He hasn't complained so I figure that he doesn't mind my weight. His chest is heaving just like mine. I don't think either of us could form a sentence, but less a demand right now.
I kiss his shoulder that I had nipped at earlier, relieved to find that I hadn't broken the skin. I wouldn't want to scar his beautiful flawless skin. I'm not sure why I did it, but I had to try and mark him as mine.
"Are you going to turn me in?" He finally whispers with a hint of uncertainty and fear in his voice.
"No," I reply rather quickly.
He sighs. "It doesn't matter. I'm still a dead man when Mark finds out," he replies sadly.
"Not if we take him down first," I growl pulling him into my arms, holding him tightly. I would never let Mark hurt Jericho again. He's mine now. If the Undertaker wants him, he's going to have to face the Wolverine.
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
I awake to find myself being held in Edge's strong arms. My head rests peacefully on his chest that gently rises and falls with each breath. I snuggle closer enjoying the moment. I'm in heaven just being this close to him.
Memories of last night flash back to haunt me though as I ponder Edge's and Mark's relationship.
I had faked sleep last night when Mark had finally carried an unconscious Edge in and placed him in his bed. I had watched through slanted eyes as he had tenderly tucked him in. I watched as he leaned down and kissed him. Mighty nice of him considering he fucked him until Edge lost consciousness.
Before he left, he leaned over me. For a moment, I thought he was going to kill me while I slept. I somehow managed to control my shiver of fear as I felt his face near mine.
"I know you're awake. Listen and listen good. He's mine you little bitch, and I don't share. Leave tomorrow or you're dead," he hissed before leaving the room.
I shiver again at the memory.
"You alright angel?" Edge asks sleepily as he kisses the top of my head.
"Never been better," I reply with a smile as I look up at the most gorgeous man in the world as he yawns.
I jump as the door to the bedroom suddenly slams open. My eyes widen as I see Mark walk through. "Time to get up Edge, you have a meeting this morning. Can I call you a cab bitch?" He asks smirking at me.
I glare at him. "No, Edge and I have plans," I reply spitefully, enjoying the flash of anger in his eyes.
He looks at Edge, who is smiling a happy goofy smile instead of the feral one he was sporting last night. "That we do," Edge whispers suggestively.
"Fine. Whatever," Mark hisses as he storms out of the room.
"He doesn't like me," I whisper.
"He's like that with everyone," Edge whispers in his defense. "He's actually kinda sweet."
I roll my eyes. He may be sweet to Edge, but I sense a different side to him. A very dangerous side. A killer side. Maybe the killer isn't Edge, but his bodyguard and advisor. "How long have you known Mark?" I ask innocently.
"Since I was 16. My dad hired him to protect me," Edge whispers, frowning at the painful memory.
"Where's your dad?" I ask, trying to sound convincing.
"He died when I was 17 in a freak boating accident. His boat exploded at sea," he whispers sadly.
"So you inherited all his money?"
"Yeah, I'm his son after all," Edge growls,
"And Mark stayed here with you after your fathers death?"
"Yeah, he took care of me," Edge jumps to his defense quickly.
I remember the night before and what I saw. "I bet he did," I whisper, visualizing Edge at the tender age of 17 and how beautiful he must have been. He must have been quite a temptation, but enough of a one for Mark to kill his employer?
"What?" Edge asked with a frown.
"Nothing," I reply.
Edge laughs as he slides from the bed pulling me with him. He thumps my head as I stand. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He asks with a smirk.
I smile as I lean up and kiss him. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
He chuckles as he leans down and kisses my forehead. "Wash my back?" He asks hopefully.
"Only if you'll wash mine in return," I growl.
~MARK'S POV~
I growl as I watch Edge and Christian in the shower through a hidden camera that I had installed to watch Edge in his most private moments. In fact, all the rooms have cameras in them. Kevin and Scott keep a close eye on all movement in the house. Edge has no secrets from me.
"Blondie is hot," Hall smirks. "Can I taste him before you kill him?"
"No," I growl as I watch Christian bathe Edge. His hands lingering and caressing all of Edge's most private spots.
I look at Edge's face as it is thrown back in the heat of passion. Did he think I wouldn't find out?
I watch as Edge hands Christian the conditioner and then leans against the wall.
Fuck.
Christian is grinning as he lubes his cock with the conditioner and......
He's a dead man.
He just signed his own death warrant.
"Today," I growl. "We get rid of Christian, but we'll have to make it look like an accident or Edge will get suspicious."
Hall and Nash nod as they watch the screen, entranced. I ignore them. They know better than to touch Edge.
I smile as I think of a plan to get rid of Christian. Hope he's made his peace with God, because he is about to meet him. I'll punish Edge later for his little act of indiscretion.
~TBC~
