Rating: NC-17
Content: M/M sex, language, rape, violence
Distribution: Just ask and ye might receive
Disclaimer: Don't own, so don't sue.
Splilers: None anymore.
Summary: Kane and X-Pac discover things about each other�and learn what love is. *gags* OK. It's 2 in the morning. Want a pithier summary, catch me at a decent hour�like 1 in the afternoon!
June 22, 1999
"Oh, no! What's Billy Gunn doing?"
"It looks like-J.R., it looks like he's got a chair!"
"Uh-oh, King...Chyna's got X-Pac pinned to the ropes. Oh, no, Billy's about to knock X-Pac out for the count!"
Chyna held X-Pac while Billy Gunn swung the steel chair at his head. It connected with a sickening thud that dropped him to the Matt in a heap, out cold. Chyna and Billy proceeded to beat on his unconscious form until the lights abruptly went out and the eerie music of Kane resounded through the arena. At the usual spot in his entrance theme, the lights came on again in an explosion, bathing the building in a red haze.
Kane bounded out from behind the curtain, loping toward the ring, body language emanating rage. The assailants quickly exited, wanting no part of the "Big Red Machine," and high-tailed it to the safety of the backstage area. Kane watched them go, then hurried to his fallen partner, rolling him onto his back. He touched his face gently, before with effortless strength, he slipped his arms beneath him and lifted, holding him close to his massive chest protectively. He stepped over the top rope and nimbly hopped to the floor, carrying his burden to the back. EMTs offered to help, but he ignored them, pushing past and refusing to let anyone near his charge. He shouldered the dressing room door open, kicking it shut behind him. He went to the small couch against one wall and sat down with X-Pac across his lap, slowly rocking him back and forth, softly patting his cheeks to wake him.
Sean Waltman groaned loudly, eyelids fluttering open to see Kane looking at him with concerned that turned to relief.
"What the fuck happened?" he croaked, wincing as pain shot through his temples. Kane pantomimed the swinging of a chair and Sean moaned again. "That dumb fuck! I'll kick his ass next time!"
Kane tentatively threaded his fingers in Sean's hair, feeling around his scalp until he found a large lump on the back of his head. Sean cried out in anguish, gritting his teeth and burying his face in Kane's chest, trembling slightly.
"I'm sorry."
"Sean jumped in surprise at Kane's soft, low voice, pulling back to look up into his expressionless mask. "You can talk?"
Kane dropped his hazel eyes from the stunned look on Sean's face, nodding slightly.
"Then, why the shit with the voice box? And how come you never spoke before?"
Kane shrugged, shaking his head, unable to answer.
Sean stared at him for a long moment, then hissed in a sharp breath as another jagged spike of agony ripped through him. "God dammit," he almost whimpered. Kane tightened his hold around him.
"Go to sleep. You'll feel better later." Sean was too much in pain and too tired to argue, so rested his cheek against Kane's hard shoulder, instantly dropping into an almost comatose slumber.
Kane rocked him a while longer, then rose, laying him on the sofa, striding into the bathroom and taking a quick shower. When he was dressed In his street clothes, he went to Sean's duffel bag, pulling out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Laying the garments on the arm of the couch, he carefully and swiftly stripped him of his ring outfit and boots. He hesitated for a moment, debating whether to leave the athletic cup on or remove it, too. In the end, he took it off, rummaging in Sean's bag for a pair of jockey shorts. He deftly dressed him, stuffing his ring attire in the bag, swinging it, along with his own onto his shoulder. He moved to Sean's side, gently lifting him into his arms and left the room.
When he reached the parking lot and their rental car, Kane almost tenderly settled him into the passenger seat, tilting it far back so he was in a half-reclining position. He carefully buckled him in and shut the door, After tossing the bags in the trunk, he strode to the driver's side and folded his large frame into the seat.
*****
When he arrived at the motel, he carried Sean into the room and laid him on one of the two beds. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was almost 11:30 PM and knew that Sean wouldn't be doing any partying tonight, so he took off his shoes and stripped him down again to his shorts, gently pulling the covers up to his chin and tucking him in like a doting parent. He brushed a few damp tendrils of dark hair from his temples and cheeks, hesitating before leaning down to kiss his forehead softly. He backed away, going into the bathroom, returning wearing only his boxers. He slipped beneath the sheets of his bed and switched off the light, reaching behind his head and unzipping the mask, tugging it off and setting it on the nightstand next to him. He always kept the mask nearby, ready to pull on at a moment's notice. He made it a point when sharing a room with other wrestlers to wake up early enough to put the mask on so no one would see his scars. Even though he'd become close to Sean, he'd never felt comfortable enough to let him see him bare-faced, so continued his ritual. He turned over on his side and quickly drifted off to sleep.
*****
"No! Please...no!"
Kane jerked awake at the sound of the whimpering moans from the other bed. He swiftly rose and went to Sean, catching his flailing arms and holding them with one hand while shaking his shoulder a little.
"Sean, wake up. It's okay."
Sean cried out and stiffened, his eyes flaring wide, unable to see anything in the darkness. "What-where am I? What happened?"
Kane sat on the edge of the bed, still holding Sean's hands. "You're in your bed and I believe you had a nightmare."
Sean shuddered as he recalled his dream and moaned softly at the residue of helplessness and fear. "Jesus, that was bad."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Sean shook his head vigorously, then stopped when a jolt of pain streaked through it. "I just want to forget it, man."
"All right," Kane replied, preparing to go back to his own bed, but Sean suddenly grabbed his arm.
"No!" They both jumped in surprise at his outburst. Sean flushed hotly, but didn't release Kane's arm. "I-er..." He took a deep breath and blew it out, blurting, "Could you stay here tonight? I mean, maybe you being near will stop that nightmare from coming back."
Kane was quiet for a very long time, then, without a word, eased in beside Sean, turning on his side to allow him to stay on his back.
"Thanks, man," Sean muttered, already starting to slip into sleep again. "I think everything will be fine now."
Kane listened to Sean's breathing smooth out into a slow, steady rhythm, sighing as he, too, fell back asleep.
****
He was again brought out of a deep slumber by Sean's thrashing body and his distressed moans. He tried to capture his arms again, but Sean's strength seemed to be of 3 men and finally, he rolled over him pinning him down, wrapping his arms and legs around him to keep him still, calling his name sharply."
Sean started awake, struggling against Kane, whimpering in fear. Even though Kane's soothing voice tried to calm him, he continued to strain to get away, still trapped in his dream.
"Sean, please...it's all right. I'm here," Kane pleaded, tightening his hold.
Sean's struggles grew weak until he collapsed against Kane, panting and mewling in his throat. "Kane? Kane, oh God! Kane..." He clutched him hard, burying his face in his neck and shuddered uncontrollably.
Kane turned onto his side, drawing Sean with him and slowly rocked him like a baby, crooning nonsense words, stroking his slick back gently until Sean's trembling faded and he lay quietly against him.
"Want to talk about it?" Kane whispered into his ear.
Sean shook his head vehemently, his soft beard rubbing against Kane's smooth skin. "No, no! I don't want to think about it. It was awful and I just want to forget it."
"It might help if you talk about it," Kane suggested mildly.
He continued to shake his head, pressing his face into Kane's neck. He stilled as he realized something was different. He lifted his head and tried to peer through the gloom at his partner.
"Kane, you're not wearing your mask."
Kane tensed, his hands immediately going to his face to hide it, even though it was too dark to see anything. He tried to move away, but Sean held tight with one arm, reaching up with his free hand to grip one of Kane's wrists and pull it down.
"You don't have to hide from me, Kane," he rasped, laying his hand on his cheek, feeling the stubble of his beard against his palm. "Thank you for being here for me." He leaned forward and kissed Kane's jaw, his fingers tracing over the raised scars.
Kane caught his breath at the tender kiss. "Sean..." he croaked huskily, his own hands splaying on his back.
Sean's lips parted slightly, brushing across Kane's chin, then up to hover over his mouth, their breaths mingling before he tentatively pressed them to Kane's.
The response was immediate and electrifying. They gasped, drawing back a little to peer at each other. Sean was the one to make the first move, pressing his lips more firmly against Kane's, hesitantly flicking the tip of his tongue out to explore the seam of Kane's mouth, tasting the corner before darting inside. He tested and probed the warm interior, gliding over the roof of his mouth, the insides of his cheeks, beneath his tongue before curling his around it and guiding it into his mouth, urging Kane to explore his depths, which he did, uncertainly at first, but more confidently as Sean caressed his face and throat, groaning in growing need. Sean angled his head to the side, shifting his body so that his hips pressed against Kane. He was gratified to feel him become hard and throbbing in his shorts.
Finally, they broke away, Sean continuing to kiss his face, moving to nibble the tender skin beneath his chin and throat. He brought his hands around to run lightly over Kane's chest, circling his palms around his nipples until they hardened into tiny nubs. His mouth moved lower to capture one of them, grazing his teeth over it, sucking it gently. Kane drew in a shallow breath, his fingers curling into the taut muscles of his back. His leg tightened around both of Sean's as the smaller man slid his thigh up between Kane's and began rubbing it against his bulge.
"Oh, God, Sean," Kane moaned, his hips tilting into him.
Sean lifted his head, scattering light kisses over his chest and shoulders. "Does that feel good. Do you like what I'm doing?" His voice was low and raspy with desire, his fingers roaming down over his belly.
Kane moaned again, his breath coming in quick harsh explosions. "Yes...please..."
Sean nuzzled the crook of his neck. "Will you let me touch you, Kane? I want to give you pleasure."
A tremor ran through the big man's frame as he answered. "Sean, please...yes."
The other man dipped his hand beneath the waistband of Kane's boxers and grasped his throbbing flesh. "Oh, Kane..." Sean whispered in awe, measuring the thickness and length of him. "You're so big. How does this feel?"
Kane shifted a little, his hands moving restlessly on Sean's back as the younger man stroked and tugged on him, making him groan his name in entreaty.
"Yes, Sean...that feels good. Don't stop, please."
He didn't stop, opening his mouth wide to suck on his neck as he caressed, teased, and squeezed his shaft until Kane was begging for more.
"Kane, turn onto your back for me, baby," he murmured. When he did as he said, Sean yanked both Kane's and his own shorts off, rolling over Kane.
Kane sucked in his breath sharply at the feel of the smaller man's warm body covering him, the hard, hot brand of his erection pressing into his stomach. He let his hands tentatively wander down his back, feeling the lean muscles ripple and flex. When he reached his hips, he splayed his fingers wide to cup Sean's buttocks, pleased to hear him moan.
Sean shivered at Kane's delicate touch, rising onto his hands and knees, then sitting back on his haunches, straddling his thighs. He leaned forward to give Kane a hot, lingering kiss before moving down his body, spreading light nipping pecks over his torso. He raised his head, brushing his lips over the tip of his cock, already slick with precome. He flicked his tongue out to taste him, dipping it in the small hole before running it around the head, teasing the sensitive spot below the ridge.
Kane gasped loudly, writhing in an agony of delight, panting as his tongue licked its way down the pulsing shaft to take one ball, then the other, then both into his mouth and nibble, suck and tug on them. "Dear God, Sean!" He gripped his shoulders, careful not to twine his fingers in Sean's hair, as he so much wanted to do, not wanting to hurt him.
Sean moved even lower, tickling his scrotum, then began to lick the tightly puckered hole of his anus, laving it, darting his tongue inside, wetting it thoroughly before drawing it back up the twitching length of his rod, enclosing the head in his hot mouth, relaxing his throat to ease him down. He started to suck, simultaneously rising and falling on him. Kane cried out, bowing upward, his fingers digging into the bedclothes, his head tossing on the pillows. Sean grasped his hips, holding him still as he bobbed, the fingers of one hand probing the hole, pushing one, then two fingers inside up to the third knuckle, curling them until he felt the slight bulge of his prostate. He began to stroke and rub it as his mouth worked on him.
Kane whimpered and panted, parting his legs wider as Sean's tempo increased, making encouraging noises in his throat.
"Ahh, yes, Sean! Please...Jesus, don't stop, God!" He'd never felt anything like the powerful sensations that swept through him now. He felt a tingling at the base of his shaft, signaling his impending climax and he begged for Sean to hurry.
Abruptly, Kane arched off the bed, bellowing his release. Sean moaned as he felt him erupt into his mouth in a stream of liquid fire. He swallowed it all down, tugging and drawing on him to milk every drop. He lifted his head, still massaging his prostate, feeling the little spasms clenching on his fingers, amazed to find that Kane remained erect. He released him slowly, crawling up his body to kiss him deeply and hungrily.
Kane engulfed Sean in a tight bear hug, growling in satisfaction as he groaned against his lips. Sean finally tore his mouth away, clinging to him desperately.
Kane..." he said in an unsteady, rough voice. "Could you-" He licked his lips nervously. "Could you...I would like you to..."
"What is it, Sean?" Kane prompted gently, brushing his mouth across Sean's throat, licking the smooth skin in the hollow.
Sean drew in a shaky breath and burst out, "Make love to me, Kane. Please?"
Kane stilled in shock, slowly pulling away, trying to see his face in the dimness of the room, without success. "Sean...you don't mean-"
He cut off Kane's words with another searing kiss, curving his lean body into the other man's massive one. "Please, yes. I want to feel you inside me, deep inside me. Please?"
Kane shuddered, his muscles tense. "I-don't know. I'm too big and-"
Sean shushed him by putting his fingers to his lips, shifting his legs so that he wrapped them around Kane's hips, using all his strength to pull him on top of him. "I want you, Kane," he growled softly. "I don't care how big you are. I want you to take me. Please, Kane, baby."
Kane groaned, relieving some of his weight from Sean, fitting his big body to his, kissing him almost savagely. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. I swear to you." He started to undulate his hips against Kane, desperate to feel him inside him. "Please!" he whimpered.
Kane began to caress Sean's body, his big hands exploring every surface and turn of muscle, every smooth span of skin with both hands and lips and tongue, his sensual journey ending with the pulsing shaft at the juncture of Sean's thighs. He lovingly stroked the hot flesh, raining wet little pecks up and down the length, taking him into his mouth and throat, striving to give him as much pleasure as Sean had given him.
Sean grunted, twisting his fingers in Kane's hair, forcing him down, wanting to feel himself buried in his warmth. "Oh, baby...yes, Kane. That feels so good. Suck a little harder. Mmm, like that, ooooh!"
Kane was getting very aroused at the sound of Sean's enjoyment and worked more enthusiastically, moving down to wet Sean's anus thoroughly, using three fingers to stretch him open for his entry. When he felt he was sufficiently ready, he grasped Sean's legs, draping them over his own and lifting him so that his buttocks rested in his lap. He guided himself to the slick hole, gently pushing his way inside. He halted when the head of his cock was fully enclosed.
"Am I hurting you? Are you okay?"
Kane's anxious concern touched Sean deeply and he reached out and cupped his cheeks, pulling him down for a soft, feathery kiss. "I'm okay, love," he whispered throatily, wriggling in need. "Please fuck me now. I want you so badly."
Kane hissed in a sibilant breath at Sean's words, pushing himself deeper, inching carefully inside. When he was fully sheathed, he paused for a moment or two to let him adjust to his girth, moaning as he felt Sean's internal muscles contract on him spasmodically.
"Ahh, shit, Kane!" Sean cried out, arching in extreme pleasure, his fingers digging into his shoulders, unaware that his nails drew blood. "God, so good! Please, now...fuck me now!"
Kane gasped harshly and withdrew almost completely before burying himself again, rocking back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. The snugness surrounding him tightened as he repeatedly pulled out, seeming to swallow him as he plunged back in.
Sean spread his legs wide, planting his heels on the bed and meeting his thrusts eagerly, whimpering in ecstasy. "Faster, Kane. Please...oh, God!"
Kane obliged, increasing his pace, reaching out to wrap the fingers of one hand around Sean's shaft, pumping it firmly.
Jesus!" Sean yelled, writhing in an agony of pleasure. "Kane, please, let me ride you. I want to ride you now."
Kane stopped all movement, his breathing loud and raspy. "Is that what you really want?"
"Yes, yes...now. I want to ride you and make you come deep inside me. please...NOW!" Sean sounded almost hysterical with urgency.
Kane gripped Sean's ass, holding him close as he rolled onto his back, lifting him up and letting Sean's own weight impale him onto his throbbing hardness. He gave a cry of triumph and clutched Kane's flexing forearms, using them as leverage as he began to rise and fall on him, head thrown back in intent concentration. Kane raised his knees, setting them wide apart as he lunged upward to meet his descent, growling low in his throat.
Sean gritted his teeth as he quickened his tempo, bouncing harder on him, groaning as Kane resumed stroking his cock, matching his pounding hips.
"Ahh, fuck, Kane, yes! I'm coming. Ooooh, pump me like that...harder. Yeah, baby...YES!" Sean screamed as his body stiffened and bucked as he came in an intense volcanic rush, spilling his seed over Kane's hand, stomach and chest.
Kane roared as Sean's muscles clamped like a vice around him, nearly forcing his orgasm from him. He panted and mewled softly as Sean's tight hole milked him dry. He drew him down, hugging him close, turning onto his side and gently slipping from him, enclosing the smaller man in a warm embrace.
Sean snuggled close against him, their bodies seeming to fit perfectly together. He leaned his head back after a long silence and traced his fingertips over Kane's face again.
"Kane, I love you," he admitted in a low murmur.
Kane felt a lump rise in his throat and he swallowed, trying to clear it, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. "Sean...I-" he paused, trying to keep his composure. "I love you, too, little one." He bent his head and tenderly kissed his forehead, then his lips "Sleep. You got a bad knock on the head and rest is what you need now."
Sean sighed contentedly, nuzzling his face into the crook of Kane's shoulder and quickly fell asleep, feeling safe, protected and loved.
Kane let the tears fall that he'd been holding back, overwhelmed by the emotions whirling through him. It was the first time anyone had told him they loved him. Not even his own father had told him that. He stroked Sean's back, burying his nose in his damp hair, smelling the faint residue of spicy shampoo as he, too, sank into blissful slumber.
*****
In the morning, Kane awoke to an empty bed and he nearly panicked as he bolted upright and glanced desperately around the room.
"Sean?" he called hoarsely.
Sean appeared in the bathroom doorway, wearing a towel around his waist, rubbing his hair dry with another one.
"Hey, baby," he greeted cheerfully, tossing the towel aside and coming to him, leaning down and planting a very thorough kiss on Kane's surprised lips. His hands flew to his face, diving for his mask
"No need for that, sweetheart," Sean said casually, moving to his suitcase for some clothes. "I've already seen your face and you know what?" He flicked a look over his shoulder, a jaunty grin on his countenance. "I think you're gorgeous."
Kane stared at him in shock, blinking rapidly to clear his brain. "G-gorgeous? But-but my scars..."
Sean tucked the tail of his pastel green shirt into his stone-washed jeans before returning to Kane, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking his big hand in both of his. "Yes. You have scars. I see them...but then again, I see past them, too." Sean's voice was low and intense as he held Kane's bemused hazel eyes with his own dark ones. "I see a loving, kind, funny man-" he grinned crookedly as Kane quirked a brow at that last item. "yes, you're funny. You're also honest, good-hearted, beautiful and most importantly..."
Kane waited to hear what Sean found most important about him.
"Most importantly...you're mine."
Kane sucked in his breath, eyes flaring wide at this statement. "Wh-what?"
Sean chuckled at Kane's stunned expression. "Kane, I've known that I loved you for a while now. Last night only confirmed it. When we made love, you became mine and I became yours...if you want me that is." An uncertain look flashed into his young, vulnerable face.
Kane gazed at him for a long moment, mind reeling, heart pounding as his fingers tightened on Sean's. "Of course I want you," he whispered, bringing Sean's hands up to his mouth and kissing each finger, then the backs and finally turning them over to delicately press his lips into the smooth palms. "More than you know."
Sean smiled sweetly at his lover and best friend. "Good!" he exclaimed, rising to his feet and ruffling Kane's hair playfully. "Now get up, lazyass. We don't have to be at ring rehearsal for another 6 hours or so. Let's go do some sight-seeing."
*****
They spent a blissful day visiting museums, taking a peaceful walk on the beach and passing time at a sidewalk caf�, talking and joking, sharing intimate looks frequently.
When they got back to their motel room, they discovered that they had about an hour and a half to get over to the arena, which was just down the street.
Kane sat on his bed and stretched, feeling Sean climb onto the bed behind him, unzipping the mask and tossing it onto the nighttable. He sifted his fingers through his silky hair, massaging his scalp in slow circles, moving down to give his shoulders and neck the same treatment.
"Mmmm..." Kane murmured in pleasure, leaning his head back against Sean's chest.
"Kane?"
"Mmm?"
"Why is it you never talked to anyone before yesterday. I mean, except for that shitty-sounding voice box?"
Kane sighed deeply. "My father told me not to speak when I was young and I never questioned it then, thinking that he knew best and I wasn't exactly in a position to get into conversations with people anyway. People were scared of me, what with my scars and size. I guess I looked like some sort of monster or deviant to them." Sean continued to squeeze and knead his shoulders and back, but his eyes pricked with tears at the image of a little boy, shunned and isolated, due to society's stupid fears and prejudices of someone not just like them. "When I started wrestling, it became my "gimmick"; The big, mentally deficient, mute freak. The voicebox was an experiment of Vince's that failed miserably, as you've noticed."
"I understand now," Sean mused. "And I realize that all those years of having to communicate with sign language made it possible for you to be as expressive with your body without saying a word. Do you know how difficult that is? And you seem to do it effortlessly."
Kane flushed with both embarrassment and pleasure at his gentle admiration. "Thanks. It's really nothing."
Sean scooted around so that he plopped into Kane's lap, wrapping his arms around
his neck. He pulled his head down for a long, searingly hot kiss that left them both breathless and aroused. "It's not nothing, love," he whispered, nibbling his way down his throat. "You're a very special man, Kane."
Kane flushed even brighter at this, hugging him close. "So are you, Sean Waltman."
They kissed again, which led to touching and fondling and finally, they ended up making love on Kane's bed, finding pure joy and satisfaction in each other's arms. When they'd come together in a glorious burst of sensation and their bodies had calmed and cooled, Kane had a question of his own.
"Do you want to tell me what your nightmares are about, love?"
Sean tensed against him. "I told you I'd rather not talk about it."
Kane was quiet for a moment, idly tracing designs on Sean's back with his fingers. "Do you trust me, Sean?"
Sean looked up at him in amazement. "Trust you? Of course, I trust you! I love you."
Kane felt that lump in his throat again. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of hearing those words. "Then why won't you confide in me? I believe I could help if you'd only let me try."
Sean stared at him for what seemed like hours, then tears started to form in his eyes and spill over his lashes. He burrowed his face against Kane's chest and sobbed like a baby. Kane murmured soothingly into his ear, pulling him close and rocking him.
"Oh, Sean...please, don't cry. I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me if you don't want. Please, sweetheart."
Sean shook his head slightly, clutching tight to him. "No, no! You're right. I've never had anyone to confide in before and so tended to keep everything inside. Maybe it's time you know the truth."
"What truth?"
Sean took a deep breath before beginning...
"When I first came to the WWF, I didn't have many friends, me being a jobber and all. The big stars didn't hang around with us and the other jobbers resented me for some reason. Well, when I got the upset win over Scott Hall back when he was Razor Ramone, the stars started wanting to "be my buddy". One of them was Billy Gunn. That was when he was still with his brother Bart.
"Well, he and I became pretty good friends, hanging out together, talking about all kinds of things. He looked out for me when the bigger guys would start to ride me too hard." Sean rolled onto his back, staring unseeingly at the ceiling, pausing for a minute before continuing, his voice flat and expressionless. "I think Bart was jealous of our friendship, our closeness, because he cornered me in the locker room after a show one night. Everyone already left to do whatever and I'd just come out of the shower. He was waiting for me."
*****
"So, I see you've finally managed to unglue your mouth from my brother's ass."
Sean whirled around to see Bart leaning against the wall, a sneer on his face. "What do you want?" he asked coolly, turning back to pull his clothes from the locker.
"Don't turn your back on me, you little punk!" Bart snarled, striding over and grabbing Sean's shoulder, yanking him back around. "I know what's going on between you and Billy and I want it to stop."
Sean looked at Bart, trying to affect surprise and confusion. "What are you talking about? We're just friends."
Bart snorted in disbelief and contempt. "Don't give me that wide-eyed innocent look, you slut. I heard you last night."
Sean's face flushed a little. "I don't know what you mean."
"Don't give me that!" Bart gritted. "I was in the next room, remember? I heard all the moaning and groaning going on in there, not to mention the sound of fucking."
Sean's features grew even redder with embarrassment, but he raised his chin in defiance. "So what? What's it to you?"
Bart growled and shoved him up against the lockers, his body pinning him to the cold metal. "I'll tell you what it is to me, bitch," he ground out. "I don't want you sleeping with my brother again."
"And who's going to stop me?" Sean stated bravely, though his stomach was quivering at the look of total fury in the other man's eyes.
"I will," Bart roared, twisting his hand in Sean's hair and wrenching it back, slanting his mouth over his, brutally forcing his mouth open for his invasion.
Sean stiffened in shock and horror at Bart's assault, struggling wildly to break free, but the larger man subdued him easily, ripping his towel away and groping him roughly.
"You should have been in my bed, you little bastard," he panted hoarsely, pushing him face-down onto the bench, one hand planted in the middle of his back to hold him down, while his other tore at his belt buckle and fastenings. "I've been dropping hints for the last few months that I wanted you, but you've seen fit to ignore them. But, by God, I'm going to have you now."
Sean pleaded for him to stop, but Bart didn't listen, yanking down his jeans and shorts to reveal his already fully erect cock. He positioned himself behind Sean and drove himself into his unprepared body. Sean screamed in pain, writhing and begging for help, sobbing in terror at what was being done to him. Bart pounded into him, both cursing and praising him, groaning his pleasure.
"Mmm, so tight, you are, my little whore," Bart cooed. "I can see why Billy can never wait to get you alone and in his bed."
Sean squeezed his wet eyes shut, biting his forearm to keep from shrieking with anguish. He lay limply on the wooden bench, waiting for him to finish so he could crawl into a corner and cry in despair.
He didn't have to wait long. Bart rammed himself into him a few more times before giving a shout of triumph as he came in a hot rush. After he'd recovered his breath, he withdrew and zipped himself back into his pants, looking disdainfully down at the bleeding and sobbing Sean.
"Thanks for the lay, punk," he jeered, turning to stroll away. Before he let the door bang shut behind him, he glanced over his shoulder at Sean, who still lay as if dead. "And I think you'd better keep your mouth shut about this to Billy or anybody else, or I'll come back for more and it won't be as pleasant as what I just did to you.
Sean didn't move for a long time after Bart had left, then he carefully rose and went back into the shower, scrubbing himself raw and still crying. After he got out, he went into the toilet area and threw up.
*****
"I never told anyone what happened until you."
Kane didn't realize that tears had been streaming down his face until Sean reached out and gently wiped them away. He caught his hand and kissed it fervently. "Oh, Sean, I'm so sorry."
He curled his fingers against Kane's cheek. "I'm okay now. I don't think I'll have nightmares about what happened anymore. And it's all because of you, love." He whispered this in a throbbing, husky tone full of emotion. They gazed into each others eyes, their feelings open and plain for anyone to see. "I love you, Kane."
Kane smiled, pulling Sean into his arms, kissing him hard and quick. "I know and I feel the same. Now if we don't hurry, we're going to be late for rehearsal."
They both got dressed, and gathered their ring attire, stuffing them into their bags. Before they left the room, they shared one last lingering kiss, full of love, hope, trust and promise.