A.N: This is the fic I've written for my sister's birthday. Happy Birthday, even if I am late, as usual. I hope it lives up to your expectations, it was your plot bunny.
Dedication: the usual suspects, but especially for my sister, Happy Birthday
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be; unless Vince sells them to me for some pocket lint.
Distribution: Darkflame's, Myst's, and my site. Anyone else, ask and ye shall receive.
Rating: NC-17, yes I think definitely NC-17 this time :)
Jealous Aggression (1/1)
by lirpa
*'Taker's POV*
Rocky's shoulders slammed up against the elevator wall as I threw him away from me. After all these years the boy shouls know not to mess with me, I'm the big dog, I take what I want, and right now I want Hunter.
It's almost as if he can read my mind because he practically hisses, "He's mine."
I just snort. I've got nothing to prove, Hunter's mine if I want him, he just doesn't know it yet. They all come to me eventually. The new ones because they think I'm an easy ticket to success. The experienced wrestlers, those who know I won't be played, just want to relieve the lonliness. Which I'm more than happy to do for them. But everyone, absolutely everyone, knows I always get what I want, even this punk. So why's he challenging me? He's so angry he's almost vibrating in fury, barely able to stay in a single place for long. He's beautiful in his anger, absolutely beautiful.
*Rocky's POV*
He's staring at me, with that knowing green stare, almost looking like a gleeful child with a secret, I say almost because, despite the situation, he has managed to retain an air of dignity and aloofness. It clings about him like an invisible mist.
He's the most annoying, and confusing, man on the planet, at least to me. Married and sleeping with a different guy each night. OKay, I'm married, but I only sleep with Hunter. And we both know that my marriage is just a cover, because Vince thinks all wrestlers have to have a happy homelife image. And true, some of the boys are happily married, but lots of us are gay, or at leats bi. And 'Taker's slept his way through most of the locker-room. He can have his whores, Hunter is mine and he knows it, everyone knoes it. I'll fight for him, so help me God, I'll fight 'Taker if it'll keep him away from what's mine.
*'Taker's POV*
I can see the change in his eyes, see that he's tired of simply taking punishment , taht he's gong to be a man and fight for his man. He stares at me with chocolate eyes, eyes burning with anger,a nd with something else, something he probably doesn't even realize is there, lust.
I push myself away from the wall I'm, leanign against and take a step towards hinm. He pushes himself away from the wall, into which I threw him, to meet me in the middle of the elevator. We stare at each other, his eyes smoldering, mine cool and collected.
"You think I'm going to let you take him away from me?" he sounds sure anc cocky, and angry.
"I don't think you'll be able to stop me."
"Watch me."
"Ohhh, I'll be watching you all rigfht, all of you."
"Excuse me?" he sounds confused, good.
Just then the elevatordings and the doors open to reveal, of all people, Brock Lesnar. I manoever my way around Rockya nd out of the elevator, sliding past Brock. Rocky comes out of hisdaze just as the elevaotor doors are closing," Hey, we're not done! I haven't finshed with you yet!"
"I've finished with you, boy," I smirk as the door closes in his angry face. He'll be back.
*Rocky's POV*
That stupid bastard has left me riding the elevator with Brock Lesnar. I'll get him back for this. Brock's looking at me like he wants to rip me apar with his bare fucking hands. I know what floor 'Taker is on now, it'll be so easy to get someone to tell me where he is. They knwo that I don't let anyone near Hunter, or nayone I don't trust that is. I don't trust 'Taker and I don't want him anywhere near my baby outside of the ring. I pull my cell phone out of my jacket pocket and stab out Vince's number.
"Vince," I growl when he finally answers.
"Yes, Rocky?"
"'Taker's room number?"
"I can't give you that," he sounds nervous.
"Vince, 'Taker's room number."
"Why?"
"Why do you think?"
"What if I talk to him?"
"Too late."
"Then what do you want?"
"His room number Vince, his room number."
"Will you hurt him?"
"Do you want me to answer that?"
"I need him, Rocky."
"Then you should have kept him away from Hunter."
"Hunter van make up his own mind, Rocky."
"I know that."
"What if he wants to go with 'Taker?"
"Then he would have told me, he didn't tell me."
"What if he knew you'd be jealous?"
"Hasn't stopped him before. Trust me Vince, he would have told me. 'Taker is definitely the aggresor. He thinks he can take Hunter from me and I won't allow it. What is the room number?"
"2078," Vince sounds defeated.
"Thank you," I punch the off button viciously.
2078, 2078, 2078, 2078. My mantra has become 2078, not like I'd be likely to forget it anway.
I'm off to see the wizrd, the deceitful, evil, manipulative wizrd of World Wrestling Entertainment.
*'Taker's POV*
I've just gottne off the phone with Vince, Rocky's coming to see me. Don't I feel special? Vince said he was angry and anted to beat on my ass for a while. Let him try, he'll be flat on his back by the end of the night. I don't want Hunter anymore, I want the promise I can see in his chocloate eyes, hidden beneath all that anger. I will have that promise, I'll savour it, and him, all night long. And maybe tomorrow night too. And the night after that, and the next night and the next night and on and on until I get tired of him. And that may take a while.
My musings are interupted by the sharp, angry knocks on my hotel room door. The door rattles on its hinges. Short andgry, forceful knocks that don't stop, just continue on and on when I don't get off the bed to answer. Impatient the knocking comes again, very impatient.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," I shout, snickering to myself. There is a snarl on the other side of door. He's not happy.
I open the door and he takes a swing at me, connecting solidly. My bottom lip swells ans when I stick my tongue out I can taste lblood. Kid's gonna pay for that. He backs me into my own room, the nerve of him.
I smile," To what do I owe the pleasure of yur company?"
"Pleasure?" he sounds confused, that's good; I like confusion.
"Yes, of course. Having beautiful men in my room is always a pleasure."
He reddens and loks, for a moment, like he's going to speak, even opensm his mouth a couple of times before shaking his head and pressign his lips frimly together. Smart boy.
"So what brings you to my humble abode?"
He snorts, before adding, "Stay away from Hunter," quite forcefully, really.
"I assure you, dear boy, I don't want Hunter. And I don't, not when I could have this.
"Good," he thinks for a moment before asking, "Then who do you want?"
"Who do you think?"
"Would I be asking if I knew."
"Would you care to hazard a guess?"
"Into your perverted mind? Thank you, but no."
"I'll just tell you then. It's not Hunter who I want Rocky, it's you."
*Rocky's POV*
Me, me me? I turn for the door, trying to get out of the room as quckly as possible, realizing now why he allowed me to back him into his own room. Oh shit.
"I'll just be going," I stutter.
"Oh no, you won't," he smiles that cat-got-the-canary smile.
He closes the door, he's moved while we were talking, he's standing in front of the door, and he's smiling again. I can hear the lock click as he turns it. He smiles that smile again as he advances towards me this times, backing me further into the room.
I'm backing away from him as quickly as I can without appearing nervous, but my darting eyes are giving me away, I fear. There has to be a way out of this room without using the door.
"Why me?" Yes, stall for time.
"Because of the way you look at me."
"I don't look at you anyway."
"Yes you do."
"In fury," I note dispassionately.
"And beneath all that fury, there is something else, something that smolders beneath all that fury and anger. Do you know what it is?"
"There is nothing."
"There is something," he disagrees.
"There is nothing."
"There is lust," he replies.
"There is not!!!!"
"It is no use to disagree with me. I know what I see, even if you do not."
"There is nothing."
"Then you won't mind if I conduct a little experiment."
"By all means, conduct your experiment," I reply cockily.
"Good," he sounds so sure of himself. Well, he'll soon find out that there is no lust, there is no nothing.
He leans towards me and I back up. He steps forward and I step backwards. I step backwards and he steps frowards, I step backwards and he steps forwards. I take one more step backwards and my legs hit the edge of the bed. My knees buckle and I'm forced to sit on the bed, with 'Taker looming over me, looking imposing and dangerous.
He leans down to kiss me but I move my head and he ends up kissing my cheek. He frowns down at me for a moment before speaking, "I thought I was allowed to conduct my experiment?"
"You want to kiss me?" I know I sound shcoked, and I hate it, but I can't stop it.
"That was the general idea. Now will I be allowed to conduct my 'experiment', as we have quaintly termed it, or not?"
"Why should I let you?"
'Taker thinks for a few moments, I'm not sure I'm even going to get an answer when he says, "Are you afraid?"
"Me?" I can hear the disbelief in my voice.
"Do you see anyone else in the room?"
"I'm not afraid of anything."
"Good, then let me kiss you."
My muscles tense in preparation, and he gives me an amused look.
"Relax."
Easy for him to say. He's not about to be kissed by a man he feels nothing for.
Still, I make an effort to relax my muscles and I can feel them untensing one by one. He leans down and melds his mouth to mine, just lips, and I see stars and feel fireworks exploding in the back of my head. God damn this man.
*'Taker's POV*
I don't want to puxh him too far, so I don't involve anything more than a chaste kiss on the lips. It leaves him breathless and starry-eyed. That's good, now he can't deny that there is a spark of attraction, of lust, between us.
When I break away from him he looks dazed and confused. His lips are slightly swollen from the kiss, He looks altogether fuckable. I can't help but lick my lips.
He comes out of his daze a minute later and glares at me, "Did you find out what you wanted to know?"
"I did."
"Then can I go?"
"Why don't you stay the night?"
"I'd really rather go."
"Then I must insist you stay," I know my voice sounds mocking, that's half the fun, it will prick at his anger, and at his pride.
He tries to stand, but I push him back down, I liek the height advatage I have. I'd rather keep it.
He looks up at me, and I can see the beginnings of fear building in his eyes. The Great One afraid? I can't have that.
"I'd like to go," his voice sounds so small.
"Then we have a problem, " I reply, "because I really don't want to let you go."
He gulps, and opens his mouth to speak. No sound comes out and after a moment he closes his mouth again.
"Don't worry Rocky, I'm not going to hurt you."
He gives me a funny look, but after a moment he nods. And I just like that his confidence is restored. He looks like a hunter, not like the hunted. A new twist on an old game.
He stands up, and this time I don't push him back down. He brushes his lips with his fingers. His eyes don't look fearful anymore though, they look hungry. And I'm not sure which is worse.
"Well now, if I can't go back to my room I'll just have to make the best of it," he sounds sulty now.
"I guess you will," I agree.
He doesn't respond, merely steps towards me. I don't step back and soon we're chest to chest, glaring at each other lustfully.
I don't know exactly who made the first move, him or me, or whether we moved together, but our lips are melded together again, in an instant.
It's an ocygen stealing kiss and when we pull away we're both panting.
He smiles, "Lust, huh?"
"Yes, lust."
"So if we sate this lust, you'll just go away and leave me and Hunter alone?"
"That's the plan."
"Okay then."
"Okay what?"
"Let's do this."
*Rocky's POV*
He looks at me for a second before asking, "Why are you doing this?"
"What do you mean?" I try to evade answering the question.
"I mean why are you doing this?"
"You said it yourself, lust."
"And not to protect your precious Hunter?"
I know my face gives me away.
"Aahh, so that's it," he continues, "you want to protect your precious Hunter." His lips curl into a snarl.
"Why would..."
"Don't even try to deny it, I can se it in your face."
"So what does it matter? I'm going to do what you want."
"I like my partners willing," he replies almost petulantly.
I smile, he's so insecure, and instead of answering grab his head and bring him down for another breathtaking kiss. When we break apart all he can do is moan.
I pull at his shirt and he gets the hinjt and pulls it over his head, wadding it into a ball and throwing it into some corner across the room.
I shrug my shirt over my shoulders and let it fall to the florr, green eyes watching my every movement. He makes every little thing seem so important, his gaze following my every movement, that it's making my skin warm, making me feel hot, and I know that it's not the room, the room was fine ten minutes ago.
We're left standing in our pants, me in my sweatpants him in his jeans. I reach over and pop the button on his jeans, no more. He shimmies out of them and is left bare assed naked, no underwear.
He pulls at the strings on my sweatpants and I lt him. He divests me of both my pants and underwear in one fell swoop.
We're both standing naked in the middle of the room, just staring at each other until he beggins bckin me up twoards the bed, following me so we're still practicallt glued together.
I fall back and he falls with me, our whole bodies rubbing together. He starts to kiss my neck as his hands taril over my body, settling on my sex, stroking, caressing.
I moan loudly, even though I'm bting my lip near bloody. I reach out and stroke his chest, his arms, any skin that I can reach. By this time I'm nearly incoherent fom the pleasure, moaning and throwing my head back and forth.
He smiles. I can see it through slitted eyes, and he intensifies his stroking, hand moving faster, stroking harder. I come hard and see white for a moment before my vision clears and I see him leaning over me, feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh. I reach down but he bats my hand away, instead reaching over and fumbling on his nightstand for a monent before he pulls back with lube in hand.
Before my mind can process all that's going on he's got the cap off and is squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers.
Almost before I can comphrehend he's massaging my opening, trying to loosen me up. I make a conscious effort to relax my body to make it easier for him. I can feel my body responding, growing hard again, as he works.
Before long I'm hard as a rock and as ready as I'm ever going to be.
I can feel him hovering at my entrance, hesitating. I manage to hiss out, "Come on!"
With that he plunges into me in a single deep, painful thrust. I can't hide the wince and I know he felt it. He stills, giving me time to adjust to his size.
After a moment I'm fine and he's still not moving. I clench my teeth and let out a sigh before turning my head and glaring him. "are we going to get on with it anytime soon?"
He laughs, "So impatient Rocky, learn to savour the good thing in life."
"All I know is you'er hilt mdeep inside me and you're not fucking moving. Fuch patience, just move."
He laughs and starts thrusting gently.
"harder," I demand.
He complies, thrusting a little harder, but not much.
"Harder," I repeat.
He ingnores me, keeping the same maddening rythymn.
"Harder," I shout, not caring who hears.
Whether my plea or my shout gets to him I don't know, but he begins to thrust in earnest and moments later he collapses gasping against my chest. I can feel his come filling me. He smiles wanely at me before withdrawing.
We both spend a few minutes basking in the afterglow before he gets up and goes to the bathroom. Through the muziness of sleepI can hear the water running. A moment later he returns with a clean, damp cloth and cleans me. I'm thankful because I'm far to tired to do anything but sleep.
A moment later he flops back onto the bed, distruting my doze. He stretches out beside me. We're both asleep inside a few moments
*Several hours later...*
I'm awakened by someone nuzzling at my neck. I roll away but they follow me.
"Hunter?" I question.
He or she freezes and in that moment I know that it's not Hunter, but someone esle. My memory is gradually returning to me. I try to hurry it along.
Yes, that's right, I came to confront 'Taker about Hunter last night, only he siad he didn't want Hunter, hem wanted me! And I slept with the Undertaker, I slept with him. Oh my God, how am I going to explain this to Hunter?
"Isn't it a little early?"
"A little early for what?"
He continues on like he hasn't heard me, "I mean it's not even morning yet."
"So what's that got to do with it?"
"Aren't you supposed to wake up filled with regret in the morning?"
"Yeah, so?" Boy do I feel stupid.
"So wait 'til the morning, Rocky. Worrying won't solve a fucking thing. You have no idea how many fucking times I've heard 'my wife is going to be so angry with me' or 'my boyfriend will never forgive me'."
"You may be right."
"But?"
"I'm still going to worry."
He lets out a long, exasparated sigh.
"Why do you care?" I ask, curious.
"Because I do."
"But why?"
"Do you think I know?"
"It doesn't make sense."
He sighs again, "Not all things in life make sense."
"I know that," repsond impatiently. I want to know why he cares, I need to know why he cares and I need to know now.
"Then why'd I have to tell you?"
He's neatly avoided my trap, the bastard.
"Why do you care?"
He rolls away from me andm stares up at the ceiling for long moments, moments that seem to stretch into eternity, as if he'll find the answer there.
"I really don't know," he answers finally.
"Bullshit."
"Isn't it enough that I do?"
"No."
He sighs and I can hear him muttering about kids and their questions.
"So why?" I prod.
"I don't know!" he explodes, just like that. He goes from indulgent to angry in an instant. Time to back off.
"Okay, okay," I relent.
He doesn't say anythingj an we lay together in quiet contentment, now that he's gone back to being a teddy bear. Every once in a while one of us will shift and the other will have to move to get comfortable again, but still we day nothing.
I drift off again for a while and when I wake up I'm staring into a familiar pair of eyes, and they're not green. Hunter's voice sounds like chips of ice when he finally speaks, "And just what is going on here?"
The End
Evil, I know, but hey, it was fun, and it gives me sequel possiblilities, which are always a good thing. If you've gotten this far please take the time to review, even if it only to tell me what you think I could do better