TITLE: Secret Desires
AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC-17
CONTENT: Slash (m/m), Het (m/f), mild bdsm, incest, and mentions of religion. If this offends you, don't read.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own any of the characters in this story. They own themselves or they are the property of the
WWF. I make no claim to know their true sexuality, this is just fiction folks. And last, but not least, no money is
made from this. I'm still dirt poor. This story was
inspired by Stephen King's book, "Needful Things."
"Sympathy for the Devil," is by Guns N' Roses, and it's not mine either.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first.
SUMMARY: This story is AU. Do I write anything else? *grins* Anyway, to sum it up.....think of a really small
town you know. Everyone knows everyone. Peaceful. No crime. Serene. Everyone's too dumb to realize that
there's an outside world just a few miles down the road. Picture the Devil riding in on a harley, ready to grant the
good citizens of Dullville their deepest, darkest, secret desire....... *giggles* That's my summary, and I'm sticking
to it. Hope you enjoy.
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A cool spring breeze coursed through the narrow streets mingling with the shrilling laughter of the children as they
played nearby in the city park just beside of Matt's diner. All was calm as the sun slowly made it's descent
downwards, shadowing the city's brick sidewalks.
In the local garage, Terry Gerin struggled to help his fellow mechanic, Adam, to remove an engine from a car that
should have been put out to scrap years ago, while the scent of Molly Holly's apple pies from Matt's diner drifted
sweetly on the breeze.
Vince McMahon, the city's mayor and local judge, was locked up in his office, chewing on his pencil as he stared
at the figures on the paper, occasionally glancing at his sexy secretary, Trish, as she filed her long nails.
Sitting outside of the police department on two rickety rocking chairs was Hunter Helmsley, his shoulder length
dark blond hair neatly pulled back and slicked into a tight ponytail. Along beside of him was his faithful,
all-american deputy, Kurt Angle. Together they sat and watched. But most of all, they waited patiently for
something exciting to happen. Anything. But nothing ever did, not in Prosperity.
The postman, Steve Austin, whistled happily as he delivered his last piece of mail, smiling as the local bar's light
flickered on with the bold words.....Open.
Chris Jericho, the town's newspaper editor and aspiring writer, frowned at the light as he walked out of his office
which was directly beside of it. Chris cringed and clutched the bible in his hands tighter as Austin blew him a kiss.
To the south, a thunderstorm was brewing. The darkness of the storm filling the southern sky like an ominous
warning of evil approaching. Brilliant flashes of lightening streaked through the darkness, while thunder boomed in
the distance.
Kurt yawned as he lazily looked up at the sky. "Looks like a storm is coming."
"It looks like it's going to be a bad one," Hunter replied as his eyes followed the deserted main road to the south,
wondering if any fool was crazy enough to drive in it. He hoped not. Writing accident reports in the rain wasn't his
favorite thing to do. His eyes drifted back to the building across the street. He smiled as he read the huge banner
displayed outside in bold letters...
OPENING SOON-----SECRET DESIRES
Something for everyone.
Satisfaction guaranteed.
Hunter snorted. Just what the town needed. Why couldn't they just put in a bowling alley? Why did everyone think
that an antique story was what this little town needed? The nearest town was over 40 miles away in either
direction. No one drove here to fucking shop at an antique store, and most of the locals were dirt poor who barely
made enough to feed their families.
Hunter shivered as he felt something bad was headed for Prosperity. Something evil.
Miles away, a loud, black harley exits the main freeway and slowly makes it way around the winding roads toward
Prosperity. It was almost as if the storm was following the rider of the bike.
Sitting astride of the bike was a huge, muscular man, the traditional black biker bandanna was wrapped around his
forehead semi-holding in place his flowing red hair. His massive arms were decorated in various tattoos, and his
muscles rippled as he gripped the handlebars tightly. As he blew past the huge wooden sign announcing the town's
name, he smiled as it swayed fiercely and then came crashing down, splintering into thousands of pieces.
"Prosperity," he scoffed as he grinned wickedly, the fire in his eyes hidden by the dark shades that he wore.
The leaves rustled in a small whirlwind as he ripped through them, revving his engine in anticipation.
The faint roar of a motorcycle echoed in the distance, breaking the sere tranquility of Prosperity's normal
afternoon, gaining the attention of everyone. As the motorcycle came closer, so did the storm. The lightening was
more frequent and the thunder was louder.
"It's getting closer," Kurt whispered mainly to himself.
"That it is," Hunter replied with a frown, not sure if Kurt was talking about the storm or the bike. His eyes squinted
as he watched the road intently. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
As the motorcycle suddenly appeared and roared into town, it was as if everything in Prosperity had suddenly
came to a screeching halt. People stopped what they were doing and stared in awe at the huge, dark stranger
who got off the harley. Some stopped in the middle of the street, while others stared from their windows and
doors of their business, but they all had the same awed expression on their faces.
The stranger paused for a brief moment and adjusted his leather vest that clung loosely to his black t-shirt. He
grinned as he glanced over his shoulder admiring the mob that he had created by his unannounced arrival.
The sky lit up with a bolt of lightening directly above the town, startling the townspeople, but still they stood in
awe.
The stranger chuckled as he removed his shades. He grinned as he looked up at his new home and business. He
couldn't wait to heat things up in this little town.
The stairs creaked as he climbed them slowly, one by one. Once on the porch, he casually checked the boarded
windows making sure they were still secure. He didn't want anyone taking a peek too soon. When he turned
around, he adjusted his cock in his jeans in front of his captivated audience, enjoying the sudden gasps of both the
women and the men. He grinned as they scattered, and the grin slowly turned to laughter as he entered his
dwelling.
"INSIDE!" Hunter screamed as hail began to fall from the sky.
Inside of Secret Desires, the stranger peered out and smiled as the people ran for safety. "Time to have some fun,"
he whispered to himself as he pointed at the radio sitting on his huge wooden desk.
He smiled as the song echoed through his domain......
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name
What's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the Gods they made
I shouted out
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadors
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name.....................
~TBC~
