AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash m/m
DISCLAIMER: Don't own them, they own themselves or Vince does. *pouts* I don't know their
true sexuality, this is just fiction.
DISTRIBUTION: Kriket and Darkflame, if they want it.
SPOILERS: Raw 1-14-02
SUMMARY: Hunter drinks a little too much and gets bitten by certain rattlesnake.
NOTE: I attended this event and it was awesome! Although, I spotted a couple other slashy
moments, the slashiest part to me was at the end where 'Taker hit both Austin and Hunter with
the steel chair, however it didn't end there like it did on TV. *evil grin* After 'Taker left, Hunter
slowly dragged himself up and started making his way through the ropes, but Austin grabbed his
thigh, stopping him. (I pray that picture develops *drools*) Austin and Hunter once again faced
off, but Austin didn't want to fight, he wanted to share some beer with Hunter and call a truce for
one night(It looked to me like he wanted to share something else, too.*grins*) Hunter was very
sceptical about Austin's intentions, and kept asking him questions about why he should trust him,
but finally relented and joined Austin in his "friendly" beer celebration.
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Hunter's hazy gaze fell upon the man sitting beside of him at the bar. Why in the fuck had he
followed him out of the arena? Shit. Stephanie was going to be so pissed.
He looked deeply into the other man's eyes and frowned. There was something about the man
that he still didn't trust, but yet he was here in some dark, smoke-filled bar in Dallas, Texas
getting drunk with a man who had up to an hour ago been his arch enemy. His secret fanasty of
Steve fucking him didn't seem so impossible tonight.
Hunter smiled at Steve as the other man scooted another beer in front of him.
"I do believe that you're trying to get me drunk," Hunter said, his words slightly slurred.
Steve lifted an eyebrow in amusement. "Is that a bad thing?"
"What?" Hunter asked confused,not even noticing that he was using Steve's catch phrase.
Steve merely chuckled as he gulped his beer down. Hunter had fallen so easily into his trap
tonight. He could tell that Hunter was frustrated and most of that frustration was because of
Stephanie. How did Hunter put up with that voice? Steve shook his head. Poor fucker.
He kept an eye on Hunter as he slowly started to drink the beer, his hand and eye coordination
was definitely a little off. Steve watched in amusement as Hunter spilled most of it onto his lap.
"S-h-i-t," Hunter blurted out drunkenly.
Steve grinned as he took the drink out of Hunter's shaky hand. "I think you've had enough,
darling."
Hunter grimaced as he felt the wetness of the beer penetrating through the fabric of his tight
jeans.
"F-u-c-k," Hunter growled as he stood on wobbly knees, almost falling face first to the floor.
"Whoa," Steve said as he steadied the blond by wrapping an arm around his waist, "I've got ya."
Steve threw a wad of bills at the smirking female bartender as he left. He wished he could wipe
that grin off her face, although she had helped him more than she knew in his secret goal tonight.
He pulled Hunter closer as he headed for his truck. The blond's body was so firm and muscular
that he could hardly wait to explore it inch by inch.
He was so glad that Debbie had accepted his families invitation to come and visit with them. At
least he didn't have his wife to content with. Steve's smile widened. Debbie was on her way to
Victoria and he was a free man tonight. He glanced over to the drunk man sitting beside of him,
watching as Hunter leaned over against him, his head coming to rest on Steve's shoulder. Steve
brushed the hair from his face with his free hand, smiling as he realized that Hunter had passed
out. Free to have a little fun.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hunter's eyes fluttered open. His vision was still fuzzy, but he immediately realized that he wasn't
in the bar any longer.
"S-t--e--v--e," he gasped, his words more slurred than before.
"I didn't leave ya," Steve said smiling as he crawled onto the bed with Hunter.
Hunter was too far gone to notice that neither he nor Steve had any clothes on. Steve had
stripped him naked the moment they entered the room, but had refrained from ravishing him
until he gained consciousness, well semi-consciousness would work, too.
Hunter moaned as he was pushed onto his back.
Steve smiled down at the helpless man in his bed. "Not so big and bad now are ya?"
Hunter looked at him confused. "What?"
Steve chuckled. "You're stealing my line, darling."
As Hunter was about to ask "what" again, Steve pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhhhh, lay back and
enjoy."
Hunter gasped as he felt a slicked finger press up into him. He arched his back up in an attempt to
escape the prying digit, but his strength had been zapped by the beer.
"Steve!" He gasped, his words clear as the pain increased.
"Relax, don't tense!" Steve commanded as he added another finger.
Hunter squirmed and thrashed under Steve, but he found himself pinned on his back as another
finger sought entrance.
Steve leaned down and covered Hunter's mouth with his own, silencing further protests as his
fingers probed and stretched his captive. Hunter whimpered, causing Steve to growl.
As Steve broke the kiss, he looked down at Hunter. "Never trust a snake, darling. You'll always
get bit."
Hunter gasped as his legs were lifted onto Steve's shoulders. He shuddered as the huge head of
his cock rubbed and poked against his opening.
The word "no" never crossed his drunken mind. He needed this. To be away from Stephanie. To
be claimed by another. To be fucked.
Hunter hissed as Steve rammed into him, filling him completely. He dug his fingers into Steve's
hips in an attempt to force him deeper. "H-a-r-d-e-r!" Hunter mumbled, his words barely
coherent.
Steve chuckled as he leaned down and whispered in his ear. "That's it, darling. You like that don't
ya? My Texas sized dick filling ya. Does it feel like your being split in half? Admit it, ya like my
long, slippery snake pounding into ya? Don't ya?"
Hunter gasped as Steve whispered in his ear, he couldn't have answered if he tried. He merely
moaned in pleasure as Steve fucked him hard and fast.
Steve smiled as Hunter laid helpless underneath him. He had meant to hurt and humiliate him,
but he found himself drawn to the complicated man known as the "Game." He was a hunter and
Hunter was a game worth keeping.
At that moment, his anger for the man faded. His lust for revenge faded. His desire for the man
grew.
His hand wrapped around the base of Hunter's cock and began to stroke. Hunter squirmed and
wiggled under him, sending jolts of pleasure to his cock that was buried snuggly inside of Hunter's
tight heat.
"Come for me, darling," Steve whispered, leaning down to nip at the blond's chest, tugging at one
of his pert nipples on his muscular torso.
Hunter whimpered as he came. Steve growled and slammed into Hunter harder, causing the
mattress to actually start banging against the wall. Steve smiled, God how he loved these cheaper
hotels. He was literally fucking Hunter through the mattress. Hope that no one was trying to sleep
in the other room. He gripped Hunter's ass as he tensed, sending hot spurts of cum deep inside of
the other man's bowels. Forgiving him. Claiming him.
Moments later after Steve gained control of his breathing, he glanced down at Hunter and smiled.
He was passed out in a drunken stupor, but he had a satisfied smile on his face.
Steve grinned as he entwined his body around Hunter's, much like a snake would it's prey.
However, Steve had no intentions of harming Hunter. He was just keeping his most prized "game"
close.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hunter awoke to the bright rays of sunlight that had managed to peek through the cheap hotel
curtains.
He frowned as he felt a hand on his hip and a warm body against his back. What was that poking
him in the back?
Wait. That hand was too big for Stephanie. And that thing that was poking him felt like a.........
Gulping and swallowing, he slowly turned and looked at his bed companion.
"FUCK!" He cried out, frantically scooting away, ending up falling out of the bed, and landing flat
on his posterior.
"Good morning to ya, too," Steve said with a know-it-all smirk.
"What? What happened last night?" Hunter asked with a worried look on his face.
"Don't you remember?" Steve asked with a larger smirk.
"No," Hunter replied as he tried to stand. His face paled as the soreness radiated from his
backside, but it wasn't from the fall. It was deeper. And what was that sticky stuff on his thigh.
"FUCK!"
Steve started to laugh as the realization hit Hunter.
"FUCKER!" Hunter hissed as he pounced on Steve, blanketing his body, pinning him to the bed.
"Want more already?" Steve asked with a grin as he cupped the firm, round globes of Hunter's
ass.
"NO!" Hunter pulled away, immediately distancing himself from the smirking man. "You raped
me!"
Steve snorted. "You were practically begging me to fuck ya."
"Was not!"
"Really?" Steve whispered calmly, putting the seed of doubt in the other man's mind.
"I'm not gay!" Hunter growled.
"If I was married to that slut that you call a wife, I would be."
"Stephanie!" Hunter gasped, clutching his aching head, realizing that he had left her at the arena
last night. God, she was going to have his balls.
Hunter scanned the room for his clothes and once spotting them, quickly started pulling them on.
"I'll get you for this Steve!" Hunter growled.
Steve merely smirked. "I think I liked ya better when he was moaning and groaning underneath
me. Screaming harder.....harder."
Hunter clutched at his stomach as it began to rumble. No. He wouldn't give Steve the satisfication
of seeing him get sick.
The sick nausated feeling became too great and Hunter ran to the bathroom, leaning over the
toilet, he threw up the remaining beer and bile. God, why did he go with Steve last night? He
hated beer.
Steve stood in the doorway unshamed of his nakedness.
"Hell, even Debbie can hold her beer better than ya."
"Shut the fuck up," Hunter gasped, wiping his mouth off.
"Come back to bed," Steve whispered, "I'll massage your ....head.
"With you? No way!"
"It's either me or Stephanie."
Hunter clutched his stomach at the mention of her name.
"Easy darling," Steve whispered helping Hunter to his feet and gently guiding him to the bed.
"No, I don't want to," Hunter protested.
"I ain't going to jump ya. That is, unless you want me to?"
Hunter looked at him in disbelief. "Keep that away from me," he growled, pointing at Steve's hard
shaft that was practically pointing in his direction.
"It has a mind of it's own sometimes, but I'll try."
"Try hard," Hunter said with a yawn as he curled up on the bed, his head throbbing too bad to
move, much less face Stephanie.
Steve grinned a predatory grin as he looked down at him. It hadn't taken much to persuade
Hunter to stay. Maybe Hunter liked having a rattlesnake hangover, or did he fear what Stephanie
would do to him once he got home? Steve was bounded and determined to find out how Hunter
really felt.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
'Taker smiled as he listened to the room go silent once again. He hadn't gotten much sleep last
night listening to them, for he was the occupant of the other room.
Steve and Hunter, together? Interesting.
He could kill two birds with one stone.
~THE END?~
Who knows?
:)