TITLE: Snake Charmer
AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash m/m
DISCLAIMER: Don't own them, they own themselves. I don't know their true sexuality. This is
just fiction.
DISTRIBUTION: Kriket and Darkflame, if they want it.
SPOILERS: Smackdown 1-17-02
SUMMARY: Sequel to Rattlesnake Hangover. Hunter gets a measure of revenge against Steve, or
does he?
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Stephanie frowned as she followed 'Taker. If he was right about Hunter, she'd rip Austin's heart
out for touching her property.
Hunter belonged to her and her alone. She knew that Hunter had slept with some of the other
wrestlers before they married and that 'Taker was one of them, but he wore her ring now and she
didn't like trespassers.
She cursed herself for being so in love that she didn't see Hunter's obvious lie about taking care of
some business. Was that business fucking Austin? Was that why he had become so cold to her and
insisted that she not come to the ring when he's fighting Austin?
Stephanie growled low in her throat.
What she didn't see was the smirk on Mark's face.
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Hunter smiled as he helped his wobbly companion to their hotel room. He was feeling confident
and arrogant as he shut the door behind them. He couldn't believe that Steve had been so damn
gullible, then again, he been gullible to Steve's plan two nights prior.
He had spent every moment replaying the scenario in his head. He had wanted Steve for some
time, but had never acted on that impulse, but the alcohol had made it so easy for him to follow
his heart. It was a mistake. He knew it. Steve knew it.
They were enemies. Rivals.
He remembered how Steve had called him his friend. Pal. Partner. He remembered how Steve
had whispered 'lover' in his ear.
Fuck.
He couldn't afford to be that to him. He was married to Stephanie McMahon and if she found
out........
He shook his head. He didn't want to think about that.
Stephanie had listened to his lame excuse for ditching her and actually believed him. He didn't
want her to find out that he had lied to her.
Hunter's train of thought is lost as Austin moans, clutching his head as he falls face first onto the
bed.
Hunter chuckles. This was about revenge. Wasn't it?
Austin had downed only two beers, but Hunter had slipped a little extra ingredient into the last
beer. A little something that he had purchased from the bartender earlier and now Steve was at
his complete mercy.
Hunter grinned as he pounced onto the bed beside of Steve, gently rolling him over, enjoying the
confused look on his rugged face.
"Ya put something in that beer didn't ya?" Steve growled.
Hunter nodded. "Sorry," he whispered in mock apology.
"Fuck ya," Steve growled.
"Nope. I'm going to fuck you this time," Hunter whispered, his words soft and calm. "They don't
call me the cerebral assassin for nothing," he said with a smirk.
"Fuck," Steve gasped in desperation. He would've smacked that smirk off Hunter's face, except
that he couldn't raise his damn arm. It was becoming even hard to talk.
Maybe Debra would realize that he wasn't back yet and.....double fuck.......she was at the casino.
She'd be there for hours, wasting all his hard-earned money. Stephanie. Stephanie would come
looking for her puppet. "Stephanie?" He finally managed to whisper.
Hunter looked at him amused. "Told her that I was going out to take care of some business, and I
do believe that I saw Debra strutting into the casino earlier."
Hunter chuckled as he stood and undressed, smiling as he saw Steve's eyes were glued to him.
The drug was working wonderfully. It basically didn't affect the brain, but it incapacitated the
body. Steve would be able to hear, see, feel, and understand everything, but would be powerless
to stop it. The effects didn't last long so Hunter had to hurry.
Steve watched as Hunter slowly stripped each garment off his magnificent body. His tongue
managed to flick out and lick at his parched lips hungrily. Hunter was easily charming this
rattlesnake.
Hunter grinned as he saw the lustful look Steve was giving him, and whether Steve knew it or not,
his cock was practically bulging through his denim shorts.
"Do you like what you see Steve?" Hunter teases as he pulls his t-shirt over his head. His hands
slowly caressing his massive, perfect torso.
Hunter grinned as Steve growled low in his throat. No answer was needed.
Hunter pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them. He heard the faint gasp from his captive
as he crawled onto the bed and slowly began to strip off that stupid "What?" shirt from his lovers
body. His hands lingered on Steve's chest, gently pinching his nipples before traveling downwards
to his abdomen and the top of his shorts. "Hope you aren't too attached to these," Hunter said
smirking. He could almost hear Steve growling 'Fucker' in his ear.
Steve stared at Hunter. He really didn't have a choice since the drug impaired the muscles to his
eyelids forcing them to remain open.
Hunter pulled Steve's shorts down, smiling at the fact that he wasn't wearing anything
underneath. "You've been hanging around Kurt haven't you?"
Steve inwardly frowned. How did Hunter know that Steve had been with Kurt? Had Hunter been
with him, too?
Hunter grinned as if reading Steve's mind. "Kurt gets around. You didn't think that you were the
only one that he suckered with that olympic innocent crap, did you?"
Hunter traced a circle around Steve's navel. "You really have to do something about this beer
belly."
Steve was cursing him, but Hunter couldn't hear him.
'NO!' Steve screamed in silence as Hunter gently pushed his legs apart and prepared him with a
slick finger. He was Stone Cold Steve Austin and he NEVER took it up the ass for nobody!
Sensing Steve's distress, although his facial expression remained the same, Hunter leaned in and
whispered in his ear as he lifted his legs upon his shoulders. "Relax. I won't hurt you, but I must
do this."
Steve cursed in silence. He'd bide his time until their next encounter. Next time, Hunter wouldn't
get off so easy.
Hunter hissed as he forced his long, thick cock through the tight ring of muscle, forcing himself not
to come until he was fully sheathed inside of his lover.
"Fuck!" Hunter hissed. Steve was so tight and hot.
He paused for a moment, letting their bodies adjust.
After Hunter's breathing returned to normal, he began a slow, deep thrusting motion into Steve's
tight hole.
"You're so tight!" Hunter growled in lustful approval.
Soon only the sounds of skin smacking against skin could be heard in the room. Sweat glistened off
of Hunter's powerful body as he sought release.
"STEVE!" Hunter screamed as his seed sprayed deep inside of his lover, claiming him. Hunter
jerked and stroked Steve's cock until he come.
Out of breath, Hunter let Steve's legs fall down as he laid down beside of him.
Hunter jumped as Steve's hand caressed his cheek.
"What?" Hunter gasped.
The drug was already wearing off.
Steve managed a grin. "That's my line." Steve thought for a minute. "What did ya mean that ya
had to do this?"
Hunter tensed. "I want us to be equals. I don't want the bitch role in our relationship."
"Someone made you their bitch?" Steve asked in disbelief. Even though he had fucked Hunter on
their first encounter, he didn't consider Hunter a bitch. Who had been strong enough to break
Hunter?
"I don't want to talk about it," Hunter growled as he pulled away.
Both of us jump as someone knocks on the door. Hunter frowns as he pulls on his jeans.
Frustration fueled his anger at being disturbed.
"What?" He growls as he swings the door open, barely giving Steve time to cover up with the
sheet.
Hunter goes pale as he sees Stephanie standing there with 'Taker.
"Hello bitch," Mark growls, grabbing Hunter by the throat and slamming him against the wall,
pinning him there with his huge body.
Stephanie grins as she struts inside, kicking the door shut with her foot. She looks down at Steve
and then turns back and glares at Hunter, "You've been very naughty, Hunter."
Steve raises up to come to his lovers aide, but Stephanie points the gun at Austin. "How dare you
touch my property."
Mark grinned as he grinded against Hunter, letting him feel how hard he was.
"I have an idea, Stephanie," Mark growls as he winks at Hunter lustfully. Maybe he could have
his cake and eat it, too.
~TBC?~