Kay
Rough Love - 1/? (*Spoilers and Slash*)
TITLE: Rough Love
AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash m/m, mild bdsm
DISCLAIMER: Only the character of Blake belongs to me. Don't own the other characters, they
own themselves or Vince does. *pouts* I don't know their true sexuality, after all, this is just
fiction.
DISTRIBUTION: Kriket, if she wants it.
SPOILERS: Smackdown Nov. 29
SUMMARY: Adam longs for some rough love. When he goes looking for it, he finds more than he
bargained for.
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I frown as I pull into the full parking lot. After a nerve racking couple of minutes, I finally locate
an empty parking spot. A deep sigh escapes my throat as I put the car in park. Glancing up into
the rearview mirror at my reflection, I can't believe that I'm actually doing this.
God, I am pathetic. Frowning at my hair, I run my fingers through it frantically until it falls
perfectly around my face. I can't believe that I am completely alone tonight, and that I'm reduced
to clubbing to try to find someone to hold and comfort me. Someone to take away the loneliness
that is slowly killing me inside.
It's almost Christmas and I don't want to be alone any more. I miss being with Jason, but since
Vince decided to split us up, Jason had decided that we should see other people, too. A frown
forms as I remembered catching Jason and Andrew in the locker room in a very compromising
position. It shouldn't surprise me, I knew that Jason was bored with me.
Then there was the matter of Matt and Jeff. Usually I could party with them, but their impending
split was causing havoc between them. I wanted to keep a neutral relationship with them, so I
decided to avoid them right now.
I shift in my seat. The strapping that Regal had so freely given me on Smackdown still hurt like
hell, not to mention the kidney shot that he had nailed perfectly. I still can't believe that Kurt had
the nerve to ask me out after that. Olympic jackass.
Then there was the matter of Mark. Visions of him giving Rob the last ride and then laying down
beside of him and telling him that he would learn the true meaning of respect, how kinky was
that? Hell, I wanted to be Rob. I wanted to be the one sprawled out like that and helpless before
him. I've wanted Mark for so long, but never dared to act on my impulse. Why should I? Mark
probably thinks that I'm nothing more than just a blonde airhead.
I shake my head. Fuck them. Fuck them all.
I slowly get out of my car, glancing down at my tight black leather pants and see-through shirt. I
needed to get laid tonight and this outfit had never let me down.
As I approached the entrance to the club, I sighed. Fuck. The line was way too long. I'd never get
in.
I glanced up at the huge bouncer who was busy talking on his cell phone. I was surprised as the
guy turned around and smiled at me. Fuck. Did he just wink at me?
"Looking good," he said in a deep husky voice as he undid a portion of the chain.
I smile at him as I step through. I hear the curses from some of the other anxious patrons as they
witness me cut line.
"FUCK YOU!" The bouncer growls, which immediately silences more protests.
I inhale the thick, heavy smell of smoke, alcohol, and the unmistakable smell of sexual arousal
that filled the entire building.
It's extremely difficult, but finally I make my way to the bar. I claim the only vacant stool at the
bar and look around at the people. I had chosen one of the hottest clubs in town. It didn't matter if
you were gay or straight, this club had it all.
I jump as the bartender pushes a drink in front of me.
"I didn't order yet," I tell him, jumping as a strong hand grips my shoulder.
"I ordered it for you," someone whispered in my ear.
I smile. It's a male voice, very macho, and for the first time since I entered, my stomach flutters
in anticipation. I turn around and smile at him. I'm pleased to find that he's dressed in black
leather pants and a tight black t-shirt that showed his bulking muscles off perfectly. He was as big
as Mark, but younger and clean shaven. Even though the man is handsome, he's pale in
comparison to my rough and rugged Mark.
"Hello beautiful," he whispers as he moves closer, shoving the other guy beside of me practically
out of his chair. The other guy frowns as he adjusts his clothes, but leaves.
"That was rude," I tell him bluntly.
"He was leaving," he says smiling. "My name's Blake."
I roll my eyes as I look around the room. Maybe, I could find someone better. "Adam." Why the
fuck did I just tell him my name?
"Did you like the drink?" He asks hopefully.
"What is it?" I ask, picking the glass up and looking at the mixture.
"A special drink the bartender fixes me. Try it. You might like it."
I was never one to back away from a challenge. I grip the glass and take a huge swig of it. I almost
choke as it burns a path down my throat.
He laughs and pats my back. "Guess it's too strong for boys."
"I'm not a boy," I hiss.
He merely smiles. "Wanna dance?"
I'm tempted to tell him to go fuck himself, but looking around, everyone else seems to be taken.
Damn. I don't want to spend the night alone.
"Sure," I whisper in defeat.
I gasp as I'm suddenly pulled onto the dance floor and held close to his bulky body. He wastes no
time in grinding our groins together. Like him or not, I'm suddenly rock hard. Damn, it's been too
long since I got laid.
"Like that?" Blake asks with a smirk, his hands sliding from around my waist lower, cupping and
squeezing the globes of my ass.
I feel his hardness press against my thigh and I whimper. Yes, a mindless, uncomplicated fuck is
what I wanted. I never wanted to see this guy again.
"Why don't we get out here?" He whispers in my ear as he grinds against me.
I nod in agreement.
"They have rooms in the back. Are you game?" He asks.
Knowing that I should say no, I nod. My need is too great.
I want to be dominated. Fucked hard and fast. I needed some rough love. Who am I kidding? I
wanted Mark.
In a matter of seconds we are in a small room that has only a bed in it. Blake has me pinned to the
bed as he desperately rids me of my clothes. My pants are already off and my shirt is being pulled
over my head. He glares at me as he looks at my thong.
"Slow down," I whisper, only to be met by a hard slap across my face.
I'm too stunned to protest as he flips me roughly onto my stomach.
"Not one fucking word, bitch," he growls as he rips my thong off.
"Stop!" I manage to gasp, unable to control the tears in my eyes.
He laughs at me as he slaps my ass hard. "You've been asking for it since you entered the club,
now you're going to get it hard and fast."
I gasp as I feel the huge mushroom head of his cock push into me. A sudden realization hit me. I
had asked for it. Hell, I had begged for it. No!
I brace myself for the mind-shattering thrust that I know is coming, but it never came. I jumped
as I felt him move away from me.
I turned to see what was wrong. My eyes widened as I saw Mark choking Blake. "He's mine,"
Mark growled as he tossed the man out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Mark?" I whimpered in surprise as I wiped the tears from my eyes. Mark merely walked
towards me with my clothes in his hands.
"Get dressed," he growled.
Shocked, but too scared to ask questions, I did as I was told.
Once dressed, Mark grabbed me and pulled me to him, pressing his body against mine as his
mouth covered my mouth. I moaned as his tongue sought entrance to my mouth. I couldn't refuse
him. I couldn't refuse him anything.
Damn, he is a passionate kisser. Where did he learn to kiss like that?
I jumped as I realized his hand was caressing the hardening bulge in my pants and that I was
practically humping his hand.
"You ready for some rough love?" He asked.
I nod vigorously.
He smiles as he pulls something out of his jacket pocket.
I frown as I realize that it is a collar. His collar. It's a simple black leather collar with a huge silver
T in the middle.
"Once you put this on, you belong to me and me alone. Do you understand Adam? You'll be my
bitch."
I nod. The word "belong" echoes in my head. Yes, I want to belong to him. I want to be known as
'Taker's bitch.
I stand perfectly still as he places it on me. He smiles as he fans my hair out on my shoulders,
bringing a strand to his nose and smelling it.
"You smell so good," he growls lustfully.
I can't control the trembling of my body as I stand before him.
He looks around the room and growls. "Let's get out of here. I want to claim you properly in my
own bed."
My stomach flutters as I walk out with him. I watch as he and the bouncer that let me in
exchange glances. They know each other? Why do I suddenly get the feeling that I was set up?
~TBC~
