Rating: NC-17
Content: M/M sex, language, violence
Disclaimer: Not mine, so don't sue
Summary: This is a short one, so just read and enjoy...or not, as the case might be.
November 16, 2000
Chris Jericho stood quietly behind the door, waiting patiently for his target to enter. When he heard the heavy footfalls of his victim, he hefted the steel chair, a diabolical grin lighting his countenance.
During the last few weeks, Chris felt his tightly held control slipping. After being driven through that window, it had been the last straw. He wanted blood now. He wanted to feel Kane's flesh rip under his fingers, to hear him scream with agony. That carefully buried sadistic side of Jericho had been uncovered when Kane had brutally attacked him and now he was glad to set it free. Kane didn't know hell yet...but he would by the time <I>he</I> was done with him.
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Kane laid his hand on the doorknob of his dressing room and turned it. A split-second after he stepped into the room, he spun away, feeling the whistle of air whip past his head, then the sound of metal slamming against wood. He launched himself at his attacker, knocking the chair from his hand, closing his fist around his wrist and twisting hard, wrenching him out of the shadows into the dim light of the room. He hissed in a breath of surprise and anger at discovering just who dared to try to ambush him.
"You!" he snarled. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Chris gave him a grim smile, assiduously working to peel Kane's fingers from around his wrist. "I've come to destroy you, Kane," he said almost pleasantly, not looking at him but at his vain task, gritting his teeth when he couldn't free himself. "Let me go."
Kane tightened his grip, feeling the slender bones grinding beneath the silky skin. He stared into the barely scratched face that he'd tried so hard to obliterate, feeling both the rage and helpless longing well up in him again. "You can't destroy me, Jericho," he grated harshly, encircling his throat with his other hand. "Many have tried and failed miserably."
Chris finally looked up into Kane's eyes, seeing the fierce conviction in the hazel depths. He grinned broadly, not a speck of fear to be seen. "They weren't me," he rested his fingertips on the back of the hand that encircled his throat, actually leaning in to the hold, his voice dropping into a velvety whisper. "What you experienced in that fire as a kid will pale in comparison to what I will visit on your sorry ass."
Kane narrowed his eyes, clutching him more firmly, lifting him almost completely off the ground until their eyes were on a level. "You talk a big game, Jericho," he growled menacingly. "But you don't have the balls to screw with me."
"Is that so, big man," Chris murmured softly. In a lightning-fast move, he reached out and yanked at Kane's mask, gouging at his eyes through the holes in the process. Kane immediately released him, roaring in both fury and pain as Jericho, with a couple of savage jerks, pulled the mask off, hurling it across the room. He attempted to hide his face, but Jericho was too quick, grabbing each of Kane's index fingers and wrenching them back, forcing his hands down.
Chris stared openly at the scarred features, not repulsed or shocked at all. He'd expected what he saw and merely smiled in that disconcertingly off-kilter way that puzzled Kane. He began clawing at him like some hungry wildcat, ripping his shirt to shreds and scoring his burned skin, his movements methodical and intense.
Kane sucked in his breath, catching Chris's hands and holding them away from him, glancing down at his chest and stomach, becoming livid at the bloody scratches he saw. He let go of one hand and slapped him, snapping the blonde's head to the side, his cheek blanching white, then surging red. Chris only laughed acidly, bending his head and sinking his teeth into the meaty part of Kane's shoulder, refusing to release ;him, even when Kane began hauling at his hair. Chris slipped his arms around him and raked his nails down his back, leaving deep furrows in his wake.
"God dammit!" Kane bellowed, finally able to shove Chris away, sending him flying across the room until he sprawled on the couch, the breath knocked out of him. Kane strode over and planted a knee in his chest, preventing Chris from rising. He lightly touched the various wounds his nemesis had inflicted in wonder, amazed at the audacity of the whelp. He'd never have guessed the punk had such a violent side. He was both astonished and appalled to feel himself grow hard at the idea, but didn't have time to analyze it, for Chris was bucking and struggling to escape, his electric blue eyes never leaving Kane's face. The disturbing thing was that Chris wasn't making a sound...no yelling, no cursing...nothing. He merely writhed and arched, slashing at Kane's thigh with his fingers. Kane swung his other leg over, straddling him, pinning his wrists to the cushions with one hand, while splaying his other one over Chris's face, effectively blocking his air passages.
"Stop it or, so help me, I'll end you," Kane snarled. Chris stared up at him, stilling his movements abruptly. Kane stayed where he was for a moment longer, then cautiously removed his hand, ready to replace it if Chris acted up.
Chris waited for Kane to relax a little, his grip on his arms loosening just the slightest bit before springing into action. He ripped his hands free and went for Kane's eyes again. He grunted as Kane turned his head and he missed them. He settled on assaulting his throat and chest, twisting and wriggling to get out from under the big man, all still without making a single noise.
Kane was baffled at Chris's determination, but grudgingly admired it, as well. He knew what it was like to stop at nothing to annihilate someone. He slid down, completely covering the other man, attempting to subdue his struggles with his massive weight and size. "Quit it, Jericho," he said gruffly. "You can't win, though I admire your tenacity." He hissed as Chris entwined his fingers in Kane's hair and wrenched and pulled, thinking he would tear it out by the roots. "You just don't give up, do you?"
"Never," Chris stated matter-of-factly, raising his legs and wrapping them around his waist, squeezing hard, hoping to pinch some nerve or strain a rib. He was dimly aware that he was getting an erection from the friction of rubbing against the man above him, also noting that Kane seemed to be deriving some sort of pleasure from the battle of wills. He pondered this development, his smile softening into something altogether different from his earlier fierceness.
Kane blinked at the now sultry expression on the blonde's face, his eyes focusing on the full, slightly parted lips. He shook his head sharply to banish the insidious thoughts that were starting to invade is brain. He instead fixed his gaze on Chris's bright eyes, glittering with a manic fire that made his stomach clench.
"This is quite intriguing, Chris drawled conversationally. "Two men that would love to eliminate each other...and now..." He tilted his hips against Kane for emphasis. "this."
Kane flushed, levering himself onto his elbows, looking down to see the bloody streaks staining Chris's shirt. "I don't know what you mean." He attempted to roll off him, but Chris's legs scissored tighter around him. "Let me up, Jericho."
Chris disentangled a hand from Kane's hair and wedged it between them, cupping Kane's huge bulge, squeezing it painfully, making Kane curve into him in response. "I'm realizing that although I hate your guts, I wouldn't mind being fucked silly by you." He laughed at the dumbfounded expression on his adversary's countenance. "It would prove to be quite...wild."
Kane tried to move aside, but Chris denied him, roughly kneading him, eliciting a reluctant groan from him.
"Yeah...wild, indeed," Chris whispered sibilantly. "Why don't we explore this further, hmmm?" Without waiting for a reply, he yanked Kane's head down and kissed him, mashing their lips together until blood flowed. He forced his mouth open, spearing his tongue inside to taste the hot depths.
Kane's nostrils flared in surprise, which quickly metamorphosed into desire so searingly intense that it took his breath away. He sank his own hands in Chris's blond tresses, angling his head to the side for a deeper invasion, rocking himself into Chris's working hand. He moaned at Chris's stinging bites on his tongue and lips, the pain only inflaming his lust. He twisted his fingers in his shirt and ripped it off him, pinching the nipples until the man beneath him squirmed and mewed in distress and pleasure.
"Yes, baby...hurt me...mmm..."
Kane studied Chris's face as he drew his nails down hard across his stomach, leaving bloody weals. He gasped at the feel of Chris's hand easing into his pants and grasping him, stroking him firmly. He dropped his head on Chris's shoulder, reveling in the sensations he was evoking in him.
"On your back," Chris ordered, pushing at Kane's broad chest. "Take your pants off and get on your back...now!"
Kane didn't even bother to protest, doing as he was told dazedly, stretching out on his back and looking up at Chris who'd risen up onto his knees, wriggling out of the rest of his own clothes. He climbed over him, settling between the massive thighs. He leaned forward and began laving the numerous injuries he'd inflicted, savoring the coppery sweet tang of his blood, adding a few bite marks to the inventory. When he came to the large, throbbing erection, he immediately wrapped his lips around the head, slowly inching down until he sheathed most of the stiff column. He bobbed languorously on it, scraping his teeth none-too-gently over the sensitive surface, gripping the big man's hips to keep him still.
Kane panted harshly, the mixture of exquisite pleasure and excruciating pain bringing him closer and closer to his release. He attempted to force a faster tempo, but Chris snarled a reprimand, pulling off him and cruelly tweaked one of Kane's balls.
"Don't ever rush me, Big Red, understand?"
Kane slitted his eyes dangerously. "Don't ever give me orders, Blondy," he retorted.
Chris grinned blandly. "I believe I already have...and you quite took to them as easy as you please, too."
Kane sat up suddenly and slapped Chris across the other cheek, knocking him onto the floor. Kane followed, burying a fist in his stomach before grabbing a leg and throwing it over his shoulder, slamming into the other man savagely.
Chris shrieked as scintillating agony sizzled along his nerve-endings. He bowed off the carpet, howling as Kane pounded ruthlessly into him, fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs as he worked. Chris reached out blindly for Kane, dragging him down for a desperate kiss, meeting each deep thrust eagerly.
"Yes...fuck, it hurts...so good! Don't stop!"
Kane listened to Chris's whimpers and increased the power of his driving lunges, shifting to stab his ultra-sensitized prostate, drawing forth another scream of delight.
Chris was delirious with ecstasy! He scored his nails down the already weeping back, writhing sinuously beneath him, bracing his other foot on the floor and pushing his body up to seek more of Kane's rough loving. "Jack me off, baby," Chris gasped raggedly. "Make me shoot all over you...oh, holy shit! Like that...just like that. Fuck me harder. Make me bleed!"
Kane grunted loudly as he endeavored to give Chris what he wanted, finding this masochistic side of him intensely arousing. He enclosed Chris's cock in his large palm and started pumping hard and fast, jerking and tugging, relishing the blonde's cries of pain. "Come, you little bitch," Kane whispered vehemently, rocking himself even deeper into the man under him, lifting him off the floor with the power of his thrusts. "Come for me right now."
Chris wheezed, rolling his head wildly back and forth, hair whipping about his face like a whirlwind. He clamped his hand over Kane's, guiding it into a more rougher rhythm, yanking and squeezing until he wailed his release, exploding into Kane's hand in molten spasms. He arched his hips higher, wrapping his leg around Kane's pumping hips, digging his heel into a flexing buttock, urging him on with purring whines and squirming body. "You're turn, Kane," he groaned. "Fill me up...come on, baby..."
Kane couldn't hold back any longer...not with Chris using that silky voice of his to spur him on. He came violently, nearly fainting with the intensity of it. He shuddered as Chris deliberately used his internal muscles to milk him dry, then sank back to the floor, his hooded gaze fixed on Kane's.
"Very interesting," Chris murmured, rubbing his hands through the streaks of blood on Kane's chest and belly. He chuckled softly at Kane's consternation at his behavior. "I never realized that sex with someone I despised could be so...liberating. No pretenses. No playing games. Just an honest, pure, fuckfest. Mmmm..."
Kane slowly lowered Chris's leg from his shoulder and withdrew from him. When he looked down, he saw that his shaft was coated in blood. Glancing back at Chris, he was surprised to see him looking at it and himself with a pleased glint in his dark eyes.
"Ahh, now I know I've been well and truly fucked," he giggled, disentangling himself from the other man and rolling to his feet. He gingerly bent to pick up his pants and carefully sat on the edge of the couch. Snagging a remnant of his shirt, he swiped the blood from between his thighs and pulled on his jeans. He walked to where Kane still lay on the floor and stood over him, fingering the scratches on his stomach thoughtfully while staring into the scarred face of his enemy. "I'm sure we'll be doing this again. Soon, I hope. Until then, let me leave you with a little token of remembrance." Without warning, he brought his foot back and slashed out, kicking him squarely in the jaw, rocking the big man onto his back, not quite knocking him out. "Adios, amigo," he whispered before giving a grating laugh and striding from the room.