TITLE: Heavenly Temptation
AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash/Het m/m/f
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the characters, Vince does. *pouts* I don't know their true sexuality,
this is just fiction.
DISTRIBUTION: Darkflame and Kriket, if they want it.
SUMMARY: Heavenly temptation is hard to resist.
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Trish frowned and groaned as she heard the faint knock at her hotel door. Her eyes focused on
the clock by the bed. Fuck. It was only 4 a.m. She nudged Adam, but he only moaned and rolled
over and in the process, took the rest of the covers. She shivered as the cold air of the room hit
her warm body.
She pouted and sighed. She hated sharing her bed. Adam was one of her best friends and since his
breakup with Jason, he had been rooming with her and driving her crazy. It had felt good at first
to have a man drive her around and protect her from unwanted advances. Adam was gay and she
felt completely safe with him, but lately he had been moody and restless. What he needed was a
good fuck. Hell, if he'd let her, she'd volunteer.
Another knock was heard at the door, this one a little bit louder.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," she growled as she climbed out of the bed and stomped across the room in
her red skimpy bra and bikini panties. If the person knocking didn't want a free view of her, fuck
them, it was 4 a.m.
"What?" She growled as she unlocked and swung the door open in one swift movement.
"Good morning to you too, beautiful," The Undertaker growled as he brushed past her.
Trish lifted her eyebrow in classic Rock fashion. "Mark, did I invite you in?" She growled as she
slammed the door.
"Saved you the trouble," he whispered as his eyes traveled over to the bed and the sleeping form
of Adam.
She could see the longing and hunger in his eyes. She had been friends with Mark too long to
know that something was troubling him. "What's up?" She asked defeated, realizing that her
beauty rest was officially over.
"Sara left me. I got the papers last night," he whispered softly, so soft that she could barely hear
him.
Trish snorted. "You're kidding right? The skinny, skanky, long nose, I can't act, but I can fake,
bimbo left you?" Trish asked in disbelief.
Mark chuckled. When Trish didn't like someone, she let it be known. "Yeah," he whispered.
Trish watched as his eyes lingered hungrily on Adam. "Because of another woman or man?"
Trish asked boldly. She was never known to be subtle, she was direct and straight forward. Stake
to heart kind of girl.
"Man. I kinda made the mistake of imaging that she was him and calling out his name," Mark
blushed.
"While you were fucking her?" Trish asked with a smirk.
"It ain't funny Trish. I can't get him out of my head," he growled.
"But it's not the end of the world," Trish bit her at her nail. "Tell me, you were fucking her doggie
style right?"
"Trish! That ain't none of your business!"
"You were!" Trish exclaims with a giggle.
"That's it! I'm leaving. I made the mistake of thinking that I could have a serious conversation
with you," he snaps as he stomps toward the door.
"Wait!" Trish exclaimed, tugging on his huge tree-trunk sized arm. "It's Adam isn't it?"
Mark frowned as he stopped and looked down at her. He nodded in defeat. "I want him so bad
that it hurts."
"If I could get him for you, would you love and care for him? Let him room with you?" Trish
asked with a grin. Mark could solve her current sleeping arrangements. Not that she didn't like
Adam, she adored him, but she needed her space. Besides, she hadn't gotten laid in five months
herself.
She smiles as he nods quickly.
"Take your clothes off," she orders.
"What?" He asks in disbelief.
"God, I hate that word. Tell me, do you really want to be in the same bed with him with your
clothes on?" She asked mockingly.
"No!" Mark growls.
"Strip then, big guy." Trish smiled as she took a seat on the end of the bed, crossing her legs. She
watched intently as Mark stripped off his black leather pants and vest. Damn, Mark was huge in
more ways than one. She suddenly felt a familiar dampness forming between her legs. Maybe she
could have a little fun, too.
"What now?" He growled as he stood naked before her.
Trish giggled and licked her lips seductively as she crawled backwards on the bed and proceeded
to remove her bra and panties. She then motioned for Mark to come to her.
"No offense, Trish, but I want him," he whispered smugly.
"To get him, you're gonna have to go through me. Trust me."
Something about those two words, sent shivers down his spine. Trust? "This better work," he
growled in warning as crawled onto the bed and on top of her.
"Oh, it will," she giggled as she spread her legs for him, letting him sink in between.
Mark frowned as Trish aggressively pulled him down on top of her as she wrapped her strong legs
around his mid-section forcing him closer. Her lips pressed against his, kissing him hard and deep.
Mark grinned as his cock rubbed against her wet entrance. "Looks like someone is enjoying this a
little too much."
"I'm always wet and ready for the right guy," she whispered glancing over at Adam. "We have to
be louder."
Mark was beginning to see the foundation of her plan and grinned. "Oh, I can be loud and you can
be louder," he growled as he leaned down and nipped hungrily at one of her hard, pert nipples,
eliciting a yelp of pain from her followed by a moan of pleasure as she bucked her hips upwards.
Mark grinned as he slowly pushed inside of her, knowing that she was more than ready for him.
"OH, MARK!" She screamed as she clawed at his back, but not hard enough to draw blood.
"What the......?" Adam moaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He almost fell backwards out of the
bed as he saw Mark on top of Trish in the middle of ......fucking.
"Oh, I so sorry Adam. I didn't mean to wake you," Trish whispered almost innocently. Mark
fought back the grin and laughter that threatened to explode from him. Damn, Trish was good.
"No, I'm sorry. I'll leave," Adam whispered, keeping his eyes low to avoid looking at Mark's
massive body. He had wanted Mark for so long, but was afraid that he would be rejected. Mark
was married. He should have known he was straight.
"NO!" Mark and Trish exclaim in unison.
"Don't you dare," Trish growled, swatting Mark on the shoulder as she reached over and grabbed
a handful of Adam's long, silky blond hair and pulling him closer for a scorching kiss. "Please Adam.
I need both of you," she whispered with a beautiful, seductive pout.
Adam looked up at Mark.
"I don't mind, if you don't," Mark growled, barely able to control his lust as he realized Adam was
nude under the covers.
Adam grinned at them and leaned down and kissed Trish. His hand slid down her chest and
cupped a breast, squeezing it none too gently. If he couldn't have Mark any other way, at least
they would be in the same bed together with Trish between them.
"Mark, honey, you don't mind if Adam takes a dip do you?" Trish asked with a wink.
Mark's grin widened as he pulled up and out of her, stroking his long, thick cock that was
glistening with Trish's juices.
Adam licked his lips as he saw Mark's cock, and it didn't go unnoticed by Trish or Mark. Adam
stroked his long and slender cock in front of them, ignoring their stares.
Trish pulled the reluctant Adam on top of her, allowing him to sink into her with ease. Trish's
hands cupped and squeezed Adam's firm ass, her fingernails digging in deep, spreading the globes
for Mark's viewing pleasure.
She pointed to Adam's night stand and the bottle of lube laying there. Mark winked at her as he
hastily retrieved it.
Adam was lost as he thrust inside of Trish. He'd forgotten how good it could be with a woman.
As Trish's body ground against his, he moaned in pleasure.
"Adam, how do you feel like a threeway?" Trish whispered as she lifted one hand to stroke his
hair. God, he was beautiful.
"I thought that was what we were doing?" Adam asked confused, but the true meaning of her
words sunk in as Mark cupped the globes of his ass, spreading them. "Ohhh," he whispered,
trying hard to control his breathing.
"Do you have a problem with this, boy?" Mark asked, praying that he would say no.
Adam looked down at Trish for guidance. "Go for it," she whispered.
"No. No problem," Adam said with a faint stutter to his voice. Trish giggled.
Mark grinned as he slid a huge slick finger deep inside of Adam. He felt Adam tense and paused.
He leaned down and brushed Adam's hair away from his neck as he proceeded to suck on his
neck, leaving the tell-tale mark of ownership.
Adam moaned and started pushing back on Mark's finger, impaling himself on it.
Mark grinned as he added another finger. It took a few minutes, but soon Adam was pushing back
on both of them as well.
"How does that feel?" Mark growled in Adam's ear.
"Good, so good," Adam moaned, bucking his hips backwards. "But it would feel better with your
cock in it."
Trish giggled as she slapped one of Adam's hips, "Fuck him hard Mark."
Adam was about to protest when Mark removed his fingers and replaced them with something
much harder and bigger. Adam whimpered as he gripped the sheets under Trish. Fuck! Mark was
huge.
Mark hissed at the tightness of Adam as he slowly pushed inside of the first ring of muscle. He
gripped Adam's hips, his fingers digging deep, bruising the soft tissue.
Trish caressed Adam's hair as he buried his face in between her breasts. "Just relax, don't tense,"
she whispered to him, clutching him closer.
Mark thrust hard, aiming at Adam's pleasure spot. Adam's head snapped up.
"Mark!" He gasped in pleasure.
"I think you found the spot Mark," Trish giggled as she arched up to meet Adam's thrusts into
her.
"Bitch," Adam growled.
"Slut," Trish teased.
Mark chuckled and growled as he started thrusting into Adam hard and fast. He listened as Adam
and Trish's breathing increased. They were so close. He ceased his thrusts and gritted his teeth as
Adam's anal muscles clamped down on his cock. He reluctantly pulled out. He wanted Adam, but
he wanted to see his beautiful face as he came.
Adam and Trish moaned and ground their bodies in a feverish mating ritual as they each sought
their own release. Trish came first, thrashing upwards. Adam growled as he slammed into her,
finding his own release.
Adam collapsed on top of Trish. Trish moaned and looked up at Mark and his jutting erection.
Mark grinned as he gently pulled Adam off the top of Trish and laid him flat on his back, brushing
his hair from his face. "I want you see you face as you come," he whispered to Adam, who nodded
and smiled faintly in understanding.
Trish watched mesmerized as Mark lifted Adam's legs onto his huge shoulders and plunged back
inside of him. Thrusting hard and fast. Two males rutting together was so animalistic and such a
turn on.
Adam moaned and thrashed his head back and forth as Mark leaned down and captured his
mouth in a crushing, possessive kiss, stifling his moans.
Adam whimpered, but clutched at Mark's back, pulling him closer.
Mark roared as his seed shot deep inside of Adam, claiming him as his.
Trish giggled as Mark collapsed on top of Adam. "Well?"
"Talk about heavenly temptation," he whispered brushing the hair from Adam's flushed face and
caressing his heaving chest.
"Poor baby, I think we wore him out," Trish smirked as she realized Adam was almost asleep
again.
"Fuck you Trish," Adam growled with a huge yawn as he snuggled close to her.
"Anytime babe," she whispered, winking at Mark, who snuggled close to Adam's back, wrapping a
strong arm around both of his blond lovers.
~THE END~