Rating: NC17
Content: Slash m/m
Spoiler: Smackdown - July 5
I know I should be working on my other story, but this kinda popped in my head. This is a birthday present
for a friend of mine, who loves DDP. I know, I'm mentally sick. Actually, it's called slashitis (slash on the
brain). *g* Anyway, hope that it doesn't totally suck, I've never written these two together.
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~DDP'S POV~
I slow down a little, letting the big guy kinda catch up with me. Wouldn't want to lose him after I went to so
much trouble to set this up.
I laugh as I see him still coming after me. It was so easy. God, I can't believe that he fell for it. The big guy
actually thought that he could come down and kick my ass that easily. Make me famous. Hell, he's already
done that. He should know me better than that. I always have a plan.
Oh yeah, he's just realized that he is trapped. He looks around for a moment sizing the WCW guys up. He
actually thinks he can take them all on. Damn, I love watching him fight. He's a big dog alright, but there's a
lot of hungry pups around here. He can't last long with all of them. I watch as they quickly wear him out.
They are so much younger and quicker, I kinda feel sorry for him.
I watch as Taker goes down on one knee and as they lift him and slam him into the huge arena door, I'm
amazed that he's still standing, but I soon fix that as I spear him backwards against the door hard, finally
taking the big dog down. Damn, his body feels so good against mine, so big and strong.
I smile as I step back and let the hungry pups stomp on him a little bit more. And to think, he thought I was
after little Sara. He should have realized that it was the only way that I could get his attention, and boy did I
get it. But you see, I wasn't after his wife. I wanted him, the big dog himself.
As I clear the pups away from him, telling them that he's mine, I stomp on him a couple more times. I want
him to be unable to fight me anytime soon.
As I struggle to lift him up, planning on putting him in my rental car, Shane McMahon has the nerve to
interfere. Boss or no boss, I quickly eliminate him. Nothing is going to stop me from getting what I want.
As the pups tear into Booker T, who comes to Shane's aid, I taunt my big bad dog.
Beating another man when he's down and helpless, hell, there's no words to describe the rush I'm feeling. My
cock is so hard that I think I'm going to come in my pants as I scream at him.
"Don't look so famous now. You're nothing!" I scream.
Actually he's my everything, but I'll never admit it to his face. I want him so damn bad, it hurts. I convince
the pups to help get him to my car. They do it thinking that I'm going to take him some place private to beat
the hell out of him.
I grin as I buckle the seat belt around him. When the guys are out of sight, I lean down and crush my lips
against his unresisting ones. Damn, they are so soft.
I lick my lips as I scoot across the hood of the car. I quickly get inside, start the engine, and speed away
before his fellow WWF wrestlers can rescue him. That damn Bradshaw is leading a lynch mob.
I laugh out loud. He's mine! He's finally mine!
~TAKER'S POV~
I try to open my eyes and focus, but my fucking head is hurting so bad that I can't. I hear Page's demented
laughter and it sends chills down my spine. Even I have to admit, he's one sick, smart bastard.
I'm so glad that I left Sara with Kane tonight. No telling what he would have done to her.
The movement of the car is lulling me to sleep. I'm too weak and sore to fight whatever he has planned for
me. Hell, I'm too old, that's my real fucking problem.
I try to keep my eyes open, but it's a losing battle. I jump as I feel his hand rest on my left knee.
"That's it big dog, sleep," he whispers.
I want to kill him and wipe the grin off his smirking face, but instead I feel myself slipping into dark clutches
of sleep.
~DDP'S POV~
I watch him as his eyelids close. He's finally asleep. Damn, Sara is one lucky bitch, but then again, I'm feeling
mighty lucky myself tonight.
I pull into the long driveway of my friend's house. He's out of town for a couple of weeks and said I could
crash. It's secluded and I can have all the fun I want with Taker. Who's says you can't teach an old dog new
tricks? I intend to put my collar on Taker tonight and make him my bitch.
Damn, he's heavy. Not that I'm complaining about his weight or anything, but it makes it harder to drag his
ass from the garage to the bedroom.
As I toss him onto the bed, I catch my breath. I stare down at him, gently tracing the small cut above his
eyebrow.
I quickly undress him before he wakes up. Once he is fully naked before me, I growl as I trace along the
various tattoos that decorate his magnificent body. Being cautious, I handcuff his hands above his head and it's
a good thing that I did, because his eyelids are fluttering open.
~TAKER'S POV~
What the fuck? I try to raise up, but the mother fucker has handcuffed my hands to the bed.
"You're a deadman Page," I growl.
He laughs. He fucking laughs.
"Such big threats coming from someone handcuffed to my bed," Page says smiling.
I bite my bottom lip. SHIT! I have to remain calm. He's right, I'm not exactly in any position to threaten him.
"That's right baby. I'm in charge," Page whispers as he starts to strip.
Baby? Did he just fucking call me baby? I growl as I yank at the handcuffs, succeeding in only hurting my
wrists. "Fuck!" I yell in pain.
Page shakes his head as he crawls beside of him. I suddenly realize that he is completely naked.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I ask in disbelief. Can this nightmare get any worse?
Oh yes, it can. I gasp as his hands wrap around the base of my cock, slowly stroking upwards.
"Get your hands off me!" I growl.
Page chuckles. "You have a huge cock Taker," Page said admiring it. "How many pups have you fucked?"
"What?! I'm not like that!" I growl. "I'm married. I love Sara."
"Who you trying to convince? Me or yourself," Page continues to antagonize.
"I know what I want!" I gasp as he strokes harder and faster.
"Heard Sara and you had a little argument over you calling out for Edge in bed," Page said smiling.
"It was a dream," I say defensively. Hell who hadn't dreamed of 'long legs', Edge's nickname in the locker
room.
"Ahhh, yes. Wet dreams are the best."
"NO!" I say defensively, but he just smiles as he leans down and captures my mouth. The kiss is slow, but
possessive and when he releases my mouth, I feel dizzy.
"I'm no long legged beauty like Edge, but if you give me a chance, I think you'll really like what I have to
offer," Page whispered.
I could only moan as I arched my hips upwards, spilling into his hand.
~DDP'S POV~
I taste the big dogs essence, smiling as I savor the taste.
I look at him and he is watching me close.
"Delicious," I whisper. I'm amused as I see him blush.
The Undertaker, the American Badass blushed? Be still my heart!
He looks at me with a worried expression as he sees the bottle of lube in my hand.
"Relax. I won't hurt ya."
He frowns, knowing that I'm lying. Well maybe just a little lie. The first time always hurt. Hurts like hell more
like it.
He jumps as I slide a finger into him, slowly probing and stretching. He jumps as I hit his prostate.
"Bingo," I whisper in his ear.
His eyes says it all. If he was free, he'd break my neck. Well, he ain't free is he?
I add another finger and he squirms in discomfort.
"Relax," I whisper.
"Fuck you!" He growls.
"Actually, that's what I'm gonna do to you," I say smirking.
He murmurs something that I can't understand, but I know it wasn't very nice.
Soon I have him fucking himself on my fingers and it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. The look on his face is
pure ecstasy.
He whimpers as I pull my fingers out, but quickly replace them with my cock. He freezes as he feels the
mushroom head slip inside. I pause and let him adjust.
~TAKER'S POV~
Fuck it hurts! Little shit, if only I could get my hands around his neck right now.
I gasp as he pushes in further. Damn, I feel like I'm gonna burst. I look up and see his smiling face as he
keeps my legs lifted and spread while he pumps into me.
Damn! Shit! Son-of-a-bitch! Oh God, it feels so good!
He must have read my thoughts because he is smiling like a freaking idiot.
Yeah, it may feel good, but he hasn't broken me to the collar just yet. He should know that you should never
trust an old dog. They'll bite when you least expect it.
As I feel his seed filling me, spurt after spurt, I let sleep claim me once again.
The next thing I remember is waking up on a park bench across from my hotel. I look around for him, but
he's nowhere in sight. Asshole. Leave me in the middle of a park, alone and unconscious. What's that old
saying? Paybacks are a bitch.
I feel a note tucked in my t-shirt. I pull it out and open it.
Taker,
I must admit you are one fine piece of ass.
How about we get together again, with maybe
that long legged beauty, Edge, and have some
fun?
Kisses,
DDP
"He is so dead," Taker growls as he wads up the note and throws it in the nearest trashcan as he walks
toward the hotel.
Page watches from a nearby tree. He had watched out for Taker all night, but he would never know that.
Taker slams the door open and bumps into Edge, who is looking like a blond Adonis this morning.
"Whoa, slow down big guy," Edge says, sporting his famous smile, as he adjusts his backpack.
Taker looks at him for a moment, shakes his head, and walks toward his room.
Edge frowns as he watches him disappear. He's never had this much trouble getting someone to notice him
before.
DDP watched Edge with amusement. He loved young pups, they just craved attention from their masters.
Taker and him could have so much fun training this one together, if only he could get Taker to fall into
another trap.
~THE END~