AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash m/m
DISCLAIMER: Don't own them, Vince does. *pouts* I don't know their true sexuality. This is just
fiction.
DISTRIBUTION: Kriket and Darkflame, if they want it.
SPOILERS: Raw and Smackdown, for the last two weeks.
SUMMARY: Respect gets one WWF superstar more than he expected.
*grins* Lisa, this is for you. It's different than the original idea that I had, but I hope it suffices.
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Jericho smiled as he looked up into the lustful eyes of his huge lover. He ignored 'Taker's intense
glare as he lifted his right hand, but paused and waited for permission to touch him.
'Taker grinned as he nodded his approval, moaning as Chris' small hands caressed his chest, his
fingers trailing over the multiple tattoos. "That's it, boy. You respect me, don't you?" 'Taker
growled between clinched teeth as he caressed Jericho's face. He remembered how Rock and
Austin had disrespected him earlier in the ring.
It was Jericho's turn to moan as he was pulled against 'Taker's massive body. "Thanks for letting
me pin Viva Rock Vegas," Jericho whispered with a smirk.
"My pleasure," 'Taker growled as his hands slid down Jericho's sides, eliciting a shiver from the
smaller man. "Respect gets you far in this business, boy."
Jericho nodded in agreement as he wrapped his arms around 'Taker's huge neck as he pulled him
down for a kiss. They were alone in the conference room and Vince had long since left. 'Taker
wanted him now and he wasn't about to refuse his big lover. His protector. Every undisputed
champion needed a protector. Right?
'Taker chuckled at Jericho's boldness. "That psycho fan didn't hurt you did he?"
"No. Security got him in time," Jericho whispered as he once again pressed his lips to 'Taker's,
opening his mouth as his lover's tongue sought entrance.
'Taker growled as his hands reached behind Jericho and cupped the globes of his round and firm
ass, kneading and spreading them.
'Taker grinned as he remembered the night that Jericho seduced him. How he had offered up
Maven on a silver platter. Why? Respect. Jericho respected him. He remembered how hot
Jericho had looked sitting at the announce table after that match, how his body had glistened
under the lights. He had fucked Jericho so many times that night, that the boy had difficulty
walking the next morning, but never once did he complain. Respect.
"I need you," Jericho whimpered as their lips and teeth clashed.
"Your wish is my command," 'Taker growled as he lifted his much smaller lover onto the round
table in the conference room.
Jericho winked at his lover as he laid flat on his back and allowed 'Taker to lift and spread his legs
as he pulled him to the edge of the table. "You ready for me, boy?" 'Taker growled.
Jericho nodded, not trusting his voice. Since he had become 'Taker's bitch, he found it much
easier, and less painful to be prepared and lubed at all times.
"Good boy," 'Taker growled in approval as he rubbed the huge mushroom head of his cock against
Jericho's tight entrance, causing the younger man to mew in pleasure.
Jericho gasped as 'Taker shoved the entire length of his huge, thick cock into him, filling him
completely. Jericho arched up in pain, but soon the pain was replaced by unbelievable pleasure as
'Taker aimed for his pleasure spot with each inward thrust.
'Taker grinned as Jericho tossed his head from side to side. Damn, the boy was beautiful as he lost
himself in the throes of passion.
'Taker growled as his fingers dug into the tender flesh on Jericho's hip. He fought the temptation
to lean down and nip at the tender flesh on his neck. He wanted to mark him as his, but he knew
Vince would kill him if he did.
Jericho whimpered as he reached for his own neglected cock, but pulled his hand away quickly as
he looked up into 'Taker's disapproving eyes. "That belongs to me, boy. You don't come until I
give you permission."
Jericho nodded in understanding, but silently cursed himself.
'Taker chuckled as he saw the frustration on Jericho's face. He was close to coming. A few strokes
and Jericho would spill. He started slamming into Jericho hard and fast. The sound of flesh
slapping against flesh echoed in the room as 'Taker desperately sought his release.
Jericho wiggled in discomfort as 'Taker leaned in closer, pinning him in one spot as he thrust
unmercifully into him.
'Taker roared as he came, his seed spurting deep inside of Jericho, marking his territory, his yard.
His bitch.
'Jericho whimpered as an exhausted 'Taker laid on top of him. The friction of their bodies was
causing his cock to ache for release.
"Please," Jericho whimpered.
'Taker chuckled as he raised up and looked down at Jericho. His hands reaching between Jericho's
spread legs as he gently cupped and squeezed at Jericho's balls. Jericho whimpered in both
pleasure and fear.
"You want to come boy?" 'Taker asked, reveling in his power over the younger man.
"Yes! Please!" Jericho gasped. Sighing in relief as 'Taker's hand wrapped around his shaft and
began stroking it roughly.
'Taker smiled as Jericho's hips bucked as he came in his hand. Once Jericho had calmed down,
'Taker lifted a finger to his mouth and tasted his lover's essence.
"Mine," 'Taker growled as he leaned down and kissed Jericho, letting him taste himself as their
tongues met.
"Yours," Jericho moaned as he felt himself being lifted and carried to the couch in the room. He
snuggled against 'Taker as they both fought to catch their breath.
'Taker chuckled as he kissed the top of Jericho's head. "I respect you too, baby."
A faint smile formed on Jericho's face. 'Taker was his. The big lug would protect him no matter
what. He had to admit that 'Taker had surprised him by taking Rock out with that metal pipe
tonight when he thought that they were going to lose.
His undisputed championship match with Austin suddenly didn't seem so bad.
Respect was a wonderful thing. It was a good thing.
~THE END~