AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash m/m
DISCLAIMER: Don't own them, Vince does. *pouts* I don't know the superstars true sexual preference, this is
just fiction.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first.
SUMMARY: Sequel to "Rites of Passage." Edge realizes that he has feelings for Hunter.
NOTES: Yes, I'm back. Well kinda. It took me forever to type this with one hand. *glares at brace on left hand*
Thanks for all the well wishes and cards, they meant so much! I'm working on another part of "Secret Desires" and
will post it as soon as I can finish typing it. (which might be a day or so *pouts*) I'll respond to all the wonderful
stories that I missed as soon as I can.
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~Edge's POV~
Memories of the previous night had haunted me all day. Although I had awoke alone, I knew that Hunter wasn't
through with me yet. I've been lucky today in that I haven't seen him once. Or was I? Was I just a one night stand
to him? An easy fuck?
But even in his absence, the acute soreness in my ass and the dull throbbing of the soft darken flesh surrounding
my nipples reminds me that for one night I was his. In one night he had laid claim to my body as well as my heart. I
was his, if he would have me.
I lean againt the wall as I remember feeling excited and scared at the same time as Hunter had led me to his limo
last night with his arm wrapped possessively around my waist. I remember being so hard that I would've done
anything that he wanted if he would just let me come. I remember the smirk on the security guards face as he
opened the door for us. Had he heard us earlier in the locker room? The limo driver merely smirked as he opened
the door for us.
"Should I take the long way to the hotel, sir?" The driver asked as he winked at Hunter.
"Yes," Hunter replied with a slight warning growl as the driver's eyes strayed to the bulge in my pants.
A faint smile had slid across my face as the driver's face paled. I realized that for at least yonight, I belonged to
Hunter and that could have it's advantages.
The driver slammed the door.
Hunter smirked as he slid over close to me, his left arm wrapping around my neck, forcing my head to lay on his
shoulder. Before I could resist, his mouth covered mine in a dominating kiss. His hand delved lower and pinched
my left nipple eliciting a sharp gasp of pain from me. He chuckled as my body tensed.
I'm relieved when he releases my mouth and I can finally breathe, but another painful pinch and tug on my nipple
signals me that we've only just begun.
His other hand trailed leisurely down my torso, along my quivering abdomen to the very obvious and painful bulge
in my pants. I try hard, but I can't stifle the whimper that escaped my throat.
"Would my bitch like to come?" He whispered in my ear, his voice husky with lust.
I shiver at his question, moaning as he stroked my hardness once again. "Yes!" I gasp, bucking my hips upwards.
He chuckled as he pinched my nipple again and pulled hard on it. "Suck me," he growled as he moved away and
unbuckled and unzipped his jeans, pushing them down, pulling out his huge swollen cock. "Do a good job, and I
might let you come tonight," he growled in warning.
For a moment, I hesitate. I realize in horror that I've never given head before and that I'm going to be lousy at it.
Fuck! He'll never let me come.
"I'm waiting, bitch," he growls impatiently.
I slide to my knees and kneel before him. I lick my lips in an last attempt to stall for time. My cock throbs painfully
from its confines.
"Suck it," he growled.
I lean forward and lick at the dripping slit, eliciting a lustful growl from him. I jump as his fingers tangle in my hair
forcing my head lower. I open my mouth and the huge silky head slides inside.
Much to my surprise, after a few minutes, he starts squirming and moaning as I hungrily suck at it. It's not as bad
as I had originally thought.
"Fuck!" Hunter growled as he tensed and shot into my mouth. I did my best to swallow it all, but some still
managed to leak from the corner of my mouth.
Hunter growled as he saw it, yanking my hair, pulling me up to him. His mouth crushed against mine, growling as
he tasted himself. "I'm going to fuck you all night long," he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
I remember how he had continued to tease me until we reached the hotel, playing with my nipples, caressing my
hardness, and whispering all the things that he was going to do to me. The limo ride seemed to last an eternity.
Once at the hotel, he quickly rid me of all clothes as he threw me on the bed and proceeded to fuck me through
the mattress. I must say that his sexual stamina is at it's peak. He took me four times last night, letting me finally
come at the end of our fourth coupling. I had never come so hard and so much in my life. Everything is a blur after
that, I must have passed out. Fuck, I think my heart even stopped for a moment.
A smile slides across my face......what a way to go.......
"You better be thinking of me," Hunter growls as he slaps my ass hard, startling me out of memory lane.
"Hunter!" I gasp in surprise.
His hands wrap around my waist as he pulls me in for a kiss, ignoring the gaping mouths of the other superstars. I
squeek as his hands cup my ass and squeeze.
He smiles as he pulls away slightly. "Sorry I couldn't be there when you woke up this morning, but I had some
promos to cut.
I merely nod in understanding, unsure of what to say. His embrace hasn't faultered, in fact, it's tightening.
His hand slides down to the front of my gym shorts and I try to pull away. Too late, he found the evidence.
"Remembering last night?" He asks with a smirk.
I want to lie and tell him not to flatter himself, but I can't. I merely nod. Defeated. Mastered.
~HUNTER'S POV~
I grin as he bites his bottom lip and blushes like a freshly fucked school girl. I had been his first, and if I have
anything to say about it, I'll be his last.
Edge is on his way to the top and soon I will be the over-the-hill icon trying to recapture a moments worth of
fame. I remember my rites of passage. The Undertaker had been rentless in my training, fucking me harder and
faster than I had ever dreamt possible. I learned the meaning of pain and domination from him....the big dog
himself. That's why I became the Game. No one fucks with me.
Edge whimpers as I stroke his hardness once again. "Who do you belong to?" I ask with a slight growl, followed
by a smirk.
"You," Edge quickly replies.
"Good boy," I whisper in his ear, glancing over his shoulder to see the Undertaker, who gave me an approving
wink.
Edge's body relaxes against mine and we just stand there for several moments lost in the feeling of each other.
Finally, it's me that pulls away first.
"Vince wants to see you," I whisper.
"Why? Did I do something wrong?" He asks confused.
"Nope, he wants to discuss your push," I whisper with a slight, all-knowing smile.
"Really?" He asks hopefully. I can see his eagerness. He will be a superstar, one of the brightest that the
McMahons have ever seen, but right now, he is still in his rites of passage. He will need my protection and
guidance as much as I need his warm body next to me, reminding me that I'm still human. I see the others watching
him, but they won't dare approach him as long as he's with me.
Before he can pull away, I cup his ass. "Remember, this belongs to me now. Only me," I growl.
A slight smile slides across his face. "Are you going to fuck me all night long again?"
"You better believe it, boy," I growl with a true Triple H smirk. "Now get your ass in Vince's office and discuss
your push to stardom, so I can push my cock up your ass."
"Can't wait," he whispers, blushing as he leans in, kissing me before he whirls around and heads for Vince's office.
I watch with a smirk at how gingerly he is walking. Edge was taken to the edge last night in more ways than one.
Maybe I should take it easy on him tonight, then again, the Game aims to please.
~THE END~