TITLE: Rites of Passage
AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash m/m
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the characters, Vince does. *pouts* I don't know their true sexual preference, this is
just fiction, and no money is made from it.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first.
SPOILERS: Smackdown 5-16-02
SUMMARY: Hunter and Edge after smackdown.
NOTES: Special thanks to my friend Lisa for helping me type this, or I would have never gotten it finished. *hugs*
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~HUNTER'S POV~
Leaning against the wall near the exit, I smile as I watch Chris Jericho leave. He doesn't even glance in my
direction, but I can smell his fear. Good boy. Keep those eyes lowered. We've met too many times in the ring and
out for him not to respect me. He talks big and bad when he's around Vince or Kurt, but get him alone and he's a
fucking cry baby. He knows it, too. I can play his body like no other. After all, I am that damn good. He knows it
and I know it. That's why he will always be there when I want him.
A soft chuckle escapes as I smack my gum. One may ask how do I know? Hell, I've made Jericho cry so many
times that I've lost count. You see, Jericho is my bitch and he always will be. Why? Let's just say that I chose him
for the rites of passage, much like Steve did Kurt.
Now Jericho and Kurt are superstars thanks to Steve and me, but believe me, they paved their road with sweat
and cum. Steve and I saw to their training personally in the bed and in the ring.
Memories of Jericho's first time in my bed filter through my mind. There's another blond that I want to teach how
to play the game. One that had completely surprised me tonight.
For years, he had sat on the sidelines and did every stupid thing that Vince and the writers came up with. But
tonight, he stepped up the plate. He challenged me. Me. The Game.
I've got to admit that he has balls, but they may be blue when I get done with him.
If it hadn't been for Edge, the ending of tonight's Smackdown would have been different. But no, he had to let
Kurt pin him.
I meant it when I told him that he had been wrong about me being a "good guy." I chuckle lightly again. I've been
called many things, but never that.
I feel my cock twitch as I think of Edge's tall and lean body. So the young pup thinks that he can beat me. I don't
think so. Tonight he starts the rites of passage. Even though I know that 'Taker has been watching him for the
same reason, but has gotten side tracked by David Flair. No one has ever accused 'Taker of being the brightest
superstar, but he is certainly the most evil of us. Going after the son of the boss is a dangerous thing, but somehow,
I know that 'Taker will get what he wants. He always does. Just as I will, Edge's tight ass is mine.
I stride back down to the locker room.
Tonight, Edge "is" going to learn how to play the game.
~EDGE'S POV~
I stare into the mirror that hangs before me admiring my long wet hair. I might not have it after Sunday, and that
scares the hell out of me. Images of my pictures that Kurt proudly displayed the other night popping into my
memory. I don't want to be bald.
I was brave when Kurt and Lance thought up the stupid idea. Lance knows that I love my long hair and have a
horrible fear of losing it. Asshole. I make a mental note to kick Christian and Lance's ass when I run into them
again.
But what could I say? No? Yeah right. Then I'd look like a coward in front of all the Edgeheads.
I must admit that I had cried like a baby after Kurt cut off that locket of hair. It was just a small piece, but it was
"my" hair.
Sighing, I turn away from the mirror and remove the towel from around my waist. As I dry off, I realize that I'm the
only one still here. Oh well, at least I have time for some privacy.
As I bend over to dry my legs, the lights flicker off and the faint click of a lock could be heard.
"Hey! I'm still in here!" I call out thinking that it's the maintenance guy.
No answer.
A shiver runs down my spine as I wrap the towel back around me covering my nakedness.
"Hello," I call out, louder this time.
No answer.
I feel my heart beat faster.
I'm grateful for the faint light that still filters into the room from the showers as I head through the maze of lockers
to the exit door.
"Is someone there?" I ask, not really wanting to know the answer. "This isn't funny."
I gasp and cry out as a huge arm snakes around my waist and pulls me back against a hard muscular chest.
"Hello little boy," Hunter growls in my ear.
Fuck.
"Hunter," I practically squeak. "You scared me!"
"Ahhhh, is Edge scared of the dark?" Hunter teases as he nips at my shoulder.
"No!" I gasp, trying to pull away. "Let me go."
He chuckles and the vibrations of it, sends a shiver down my spine. "Let you go?" He teases as his arm tightens
around me, pulling me against him.
I gasp as I feel his hardness tucked away in his jeans. The heat of his muscular chest molds against my damp skin.
I feel myself getting hard despite my efforts to control it. There's nothing more delicious than the site of Hunter in
his jeans with no t-shirt. But as I stand here with him snuggled at my back, I feel scared. I'm determined that I
won't be some easy fuck for him.
"I'm warning you, Hunter. Let me go!" I growl as I start to struggle harder.
As his mouth presses against the taunt curve of my neck, I can tell that he's smirking. "Threats?" He asks with a
amused tone as his hand trails down to my towel, pulling at it.
"No!" I gasp, grasping it tightly, managing to keep it on and wrapped.
"Don't you mean....yes," he teases as he leans in closer, letting his hand dip low and then gently caressing it's way
up my left inner thigh under my towel.
An involuntary moan escapes my throat, and he chuckles. "Like that?"
Realizing that my body was relaxing in his grasp, I desperately tried to pull away. "Fuck you," I growl.
I yelp as he reaches under my towel and wraps his hand around my hardened cock. "No, little boy. I'm the one
who will be doing the fucking. You will be spreading those long legs for me and only me."
"Never!" I hiss, but it is followed by a yelp of pain as I'm suddenly whirled around and slammed face first into a
hard unforgiving locker.
I'm temporarily dazed as he kicks my legs apart and I cry out in pain. Bruises on the ankles hurt like a bitch.
As I lean against the locker, he presses against me and rips my towel away.
My eyes tear up as I realize what is about to happen. It was bound to happen. I've heard other guys talk about it.
The big guys, the so-called superstars, would always pick a younger guy and claim him. Rites of passage they
called it.
I just never thought that I would be the one getting claimed.
I feel him fumbling with his belt and the sickening sound of a zipper being unzipped.
I know better than to resist. I've seen his temper and the fact that his sledge hammer is sitting a mere three feet
from us, stills me even more. So I try a different approach.
"Please.....don't," I whimper, hoping to discourage him. But it didn't work, it only urged him on.
I jumped as his long,thick cock rubbed between the slit of my ass, eliciting a deep growl from him.
I almost gagged as he slipped two fingers into my mouth.
"Suck them, unless you want me to probe you dry," he growls in my ear.
Realizing that my spit was the only lubricant that I was going to probably get, I wet them generously.
He chuckled as he removed them. I whimpered as one of them painfully rammed into me, viciously at first, but then
his pace slowed as he added the other finger.
My hands grasped at the lockers as my legs spread wider of their own accord as his long, thick fingers found my
inner male g-spot. As the fingers brushed across my prostate, my hips bucked, eliciting another soft, but smug
chuckle from him.
"Like that bitch?" He growled in my ear as he leaned closer, pushing his fingers in deeper.
"I'm not a bitch," I whimper.
He brushes his fingers across my prostate again, and my whole body starts to tremble. If it hadn't been for his arm
still wrapped around my waist, I probably would have crumpled to the floor.
"You're my bitch, whether you like it or not. But judging by the way you're humping my fingers, I think you would
love having my cock filling you instead."
I'm speechless as he roughly pulls me away from the locker and forces me onto my knees and across the wooden
bench. The wood digs into my lower ribs and abdomen, but I'm too far gone to resist.
He's right. I want him. I want his cock buried deep inside of me. I want to be his.
~HUNTER'S POV~
He looks so damn sexy leaning over that bench with his ass up in the air, and his long blond hair tousled around his
face, which is definitely flushed with desire. His chest is heaving as he manages ragged breaths. He wants this as
much as I want it.
I grin as I see the partial tube of lube on the floor. It must have fallen out of someone's bag, probably Christian's.
Him and Lance have been fucking like rabbits lately. I even caught them the other day in the showers. Maybe
that's what made me so horny tonight.
I pop open the lid and squeeze some of the cold liquid onto my hand, warming it before I apply it to my cock.
Edge whimpers and wiggles his ass in an attempt to speed me up. I growl as I slap his ass hard, eliciting a soft
whimper from him.
"I'll fuck you when I'm ready," I growl, reaching under him with my wet fingers, stroking and caressing his balls,
enjoying how he tensed as I squeezed them slightly.
I lean over him, pressing him closer to the bench as I whisper in his ear. "Ready to play the game?"
He nods, but gasps as I push into him with one swift thrust.
He cries out in pain as he tries to pull away from me, but the bench holds him securely. You might say he's
between a rock and a hard place.... his ass is mine.
Soon I establish a mind-blowing rhythm into him as I find his prostate and aim for that spot each time.
WIthin moments, he's screaming my name as his hips buck backwards.
I reach underneath him and start to stroke him. When I think he's about to explode, I remove my hand and he
groans in frustration.
"Hunter," he gasps as I place a cock ring on him that I had hidden in my jean pocket.
"What?" I ask with a smirk, knowing what he wants but refusing to give it to him.
"Let me come.....please," he whimpers, close to tears as I thrust into him hard and fast.
"You have to earn that right, bitch," I growl as I come, spraying his bowels with my seed, marking my territory,
claiming my newest bitch.
He whimpers and I feel him move. He's trying to get the ring off, but I quickly pull out of him and pull him up,
brushing his hands away from his swollen cock. He looks at me confused, but keeps his hand away from his cock.
"It belongs to me now, and you will only come when I tell you to. Is that understood?" I growl, loving the
dominance part of this game.
He nods weakly as he tries to stand on wobbly knees. I roughly push him down on the bench before he does fall.
He yelps as his backside makes contact with the hard wooden bench. He looks up at me slightly embarrassed.
I grin as I realize that I'm the one responsible for his soreness. My cock had been in that sweet ass just moments
before.
"Stay," I growl as I walk around the corner and grab his bag.
When I come back he is still in the same spot. He's gripping the edge of the bench so tight that his knuckles are
white. I can tell that he's scared, but excited at the same time. Just like Jericho had been two years ago when I
claimed him for the first time.
I grin as I see his cock swollen and begging for release. A small amount of precum leaks from it's slit.
He jumped as I threw him his black leather pants. "Get dressed," I growled as I dug out one of his silvery shirts
and threw it at him. "Leave it unbuttoned. I want to play with your nipples on the way to the hotel," I growl, barely
able to control my own lust.
He pulls on the pants and whimpers as he tucks in his cock and zips up. I smile as I see the very visible protruding
bulge. It was going to be a long painful ride back to the hotel for him.
We have only begun to play the game.
~THE END??~