TITLE: Let the Games Begin
AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Implied Slash m/m
SPOILERS: Smackdown 1-3-02, some spoilers. Most of this is just from my slashy brain.
DISTRIBUTION: Kriket and Darkflame, if they want it.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the characters, they own themselves or Vince does. *pouts* I don't
know their true sexuality. This is just fiction.
SUMMARY: Sequel to Canadian Bacon. Hunter plays some "mind games" with Jericho. Sorry this
is short, but Jericho inspired me tonight. Can't wait until monday!!! *screams in anticipation*
HUNTER! HUNTER!
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Chris frowned as Test, Christian, and Lance left the locker room with their gifts.
Damn it! Christian was right. He was trying to buddy up to them. Hunter would be back on
Monday, and he knew who Hunter would come looking for first.
Him.
Chris caressed his precious belts that hung loosely on his shoulders. He had sacrificed a lot to get
them, and he'd be damned if he would give them up without a fight.
He sighed.
Who was he kidding?
Fuck.
Hunter was going to kick his ass. He'd had months to think about what he was going to do. Plan. If
his little run in with Hunter over the holidays had been any indication, he was doomed.
No one with half a brain would go against Hunter.
Hell, that's why he tried to get on the three stooges side with the gifts.
Everyone liked gifts. Right?
"Fuck it," Chris growled as he stormed out of the locker room in search of Kurt for their tag team
match. Rob and Edge were going down tonight.
Forty minutes later......
Chris smiled as he strutted back into the locker room. He paused as he kissed his belts. They
were his babies. His smile widened as he realized that he had managed to screw Edge and Rob out
of victory tonight.
Him.
The Undisputed Champion.
The Man.
King of the Mountain.
He laid his belts down by his gym bag, frowning as he looked at the open bag. He was sure that he
had closed it earlier.
Slowly he opened it, peering inside as he looked around cautiously.
He pulled out a white enveloped addressed to him.
He gulped as he opened it and read.
"Sorry that I missed you, but I assure you that I won't Monday. You're the highlight on my
agenda. Don't get too attached to my belts.
HHH
P.S. Don't forget that your ass is mine, bitch."
Chris' face contorted in rage as he shredded the letter into tiny fragments.
How had Hunter gotten in here without being seen?
Fuck!
Chris shivered as he sat down on the bench.
Fuck.
Monday.
Four days.
He had four days to get ready for Hunter and his games.
Meanwhile in Stephanie's limo.........
Hunter smiled as he sat back and waited on his so-called wife. A sly smile slid across his face. He
had taken care of two pieces of business tonight while his wife tried to weasel her way back into
the WWF. First, he had planted a letter for Jericho, which he knew would cause him to freak out.
Second, he had probably made a deal with the devil, but only time would tell. Flair was extremely
unpredictable.
He could just image the look of fury on Chris' beautiful face as he read his little "love" letter from
him.
Hunter caressed the bulge in his pants and memories of his coupling with Chris during the
holidays flooded into his mind. Chris had been so responsive. So hot. So tight.
Bitch.
His bitch.
He loved fucking with Chris' mind, almost as much as he had loved fucking that sweet ass of his.
The belts belonged to him, as did Chris. He was coming back to claim what was rightfully his.
~TBC?~
Waiting to see what Hunter does on Monday. The Flair part is an extremely long shot, but a girl
can hope. *grins*