Rating: R
Content: M/M sexual situations, language
Distribution: I'd be honored, but let me know where.
Disclaimers: Oooh, love to! But for now, I don't, so don't hold it against me and sue!
Summary: Kanyon forces Raven to see some basic truths about himself.
November 26, 1998
"What the hell are you doing over here?"
Raven glanced up from his dark corner and saw Kanyon towering over his squatting form, glaring exasperatedly at him. Raven bowed his head again, ignoring his question, staring fixedly at his hands.
Kanyon gave a snort of disgust and grabbed his arm, urging him roughly to his feet. "What's the matter with you lately, huh? You're acting like some sulky child. You're over 30 years old, man! Get over yourself and get your ass moving."
Raven glared back at Kanyon, yanking his arm free. "You're treating me just like my mother," he mumbled sullenly, but followed Kanyon as he walked toward the curtains.
During Kanyon's match, Raven alternated between pacing back and forth on the floor and standing as still as a statue in the shadow of the ringpost, not looking at anything or anyone. When the match was over, he walked with Kanyon back to the dressing room.
When they went back to the hotel and entered their suite, Raven went immediately to his bed and sat on the edge, resuming his contemplation of his hands, ignoring the other man as he dropped his bag in a chair and went into the bathroom for a shower. A few minutes later, Kanyon returned with a towel wrapped around his waist. He watched Raven for a long moment, then with a grunt of anger, he strode over to him, thrusting a hand into his hair and wrenching it back. Raven refused to look at him, his eyes distant and unfocused.
"Dammit, Scott!" he yelled into his face. "Snap out of this stupid funk you're in. It's getting really old and boring." Raven showed no indication that he'd heard the angry words, only peering over his shoulder vaguely. Kanyon had had enough. He drew back his hand and slapped him hard, rocking his head to the side.
Raven's eyes snapped into focus instantly,, locking with Chris's. He was well satisfied. "Good! Maybe that's what you needed was a little wake up call." He straightened and turned away. "Frankly, I'm getting a little sick of your attitude and..."
Abruptly, Raven launched himself at Kanyon, knocking him sprawling across the other bed. Crawling on top of him, sitting astride his back, he snarled curses at Chris, twisting his fingers in his hair and yanking painfully.
Chris tried to buck him off, but without success. Raven's full weight was pressed down on him. "What the fuck-? Scott, get off me."
Raven jerked on Kanyon's hair, making him grunt in pain. "You're sick of me?" he growled, then leaned down to hiss sibilantly in his ear, "You didn't seem to be sick of me last night, Chris. When I was making you cry out my name as you came in my mouth." Kanyon sucked in his breath sharply. Raven nodded in satisfaction. "Yes, that's right. The fact is you need me, Chris."
"I don't need you," he refuted through gritted teeth. "I can do very well without you. I choose to be associated with you."
"Is that so?" Raven questioned sardonically. "Who was the one whining and crying because I wouldn't let him into my flock? Who was the one willing to do anything to win my favor, including seducing me in that club bathroom?"
Kanyon flushed bright red at that reminder. "That was a long time ago," he replied bitterly. "Things have changed."
"Oh, really?" Raven said. "I am still the leader, Chris. I am still the one in charge here. You answer to me, not the other way around." Kanyon shook his head vehemently. "Oh, yes, Chris. I own you, body and soul." He bent his head and opened his mouth on the spot where Kanyon's neck and shoulder met. He suckled the flesh there, stroking his free hand over his shoulder and back, feeling the tense muscles straining beneath the taut skin. He lifted his head, breath quick and shallow. "The truth is, you'd be nothing without me. Yes...you need me. I give you what you want, Chris. What you crave...what you desire." At this last, he firmly raked his nails down Kanyon's back, leaving red weals in their wake.
Kanyon arched and gave a muffled moan, wanting to deny Raven's words, to throw them back in his face. But he couldn't. He did desire him, and damn Raven for using it against him. He felt him loosen his hold in his hair and start to massage his back and hips, still sucking and licking his neck. He could feel the familiar heat rushing through his body, centering between his legs.
Raven could feel Kanyon responding to his touch and was well pleased. He swiftly removed his clothes, whipping off Kanyon's towel and tossing it aside. He lay full length atop him, chest to back, legs entwined.
Kanyon felt the hard length of Raven's shaft pressing into the small of his back and he caught his breath, his body growing rigid. As Raven shifted to find a more comfortable position, Kanyon suddenly rolled to the side, throwing Raven off.
"What-? Chris!"
Kanyon had quickly turned over and pinioned Raven's wrists to the bed, climbing over him to assume roughly the same position Raven had claimed earlier.
"Shut up, Scott," he said mildly. "You had your say. Now it's time for mine. You say that I'd be nothing without you? Bullshit! I've had success without you and I can have it again. It's my turn to ask you some questions and I want you to think carefully on this. Who was the one, after your so-called 'flock' turned on you, who stayed with you? Who, dammit?" Raven opened his mouth but nothing came out but harsh panting breaths. "Who was the one who held you when you had those nightmares that left you shaking and crying like a baby? Answer me, damn your eyes!" "You," raven croaked hoarsely.
"That's right. Me. Who was the one who stood with you to fight against Saturn. Who watched-hell, still watches-your back. Who protects you, Raven?"
"you."
"Right again." Kanyon leaned down to murmur into his face. "Who is better than me, Raven? Tell me that? Who is better than Kanyon?"
There was a long pause as he looked into Chris's dark eyes, almost mesmerized, then he answered in a low, shaky whisper. "No one."
"What was that? I didn't quite hear you."
"No one, Chris. No one is better than you." Kanyon nodded in satisfaction. "You were going to use me as your bitch tonight, Scott. Hear me in this; I will not be forced like that, understand?"
Raven nodded slowly, his eyes now wandering over Kanyon's body, halting at the fully aroused shaft , veins throbbing with each heartbeat.
"I give you that privilege of my own free will."
He nodded again, licking his lips and curving his body slightly toward Kanyon. He could see the need in Raven's eyes and felt a corresponding desire of his own. He sighed and crawled up his body, sitting astride Scott's upper chest. Releasing his wrists, he rested his hands on his thighs and watched as Scott took his cock in hand and gently laved the tip, rolling his studded tongue over the silky surface before enclosing the head in his mouth. He licked, nibbled and sucked, telling him how good he tasted, how hard and hot he was, how much he enjoyed what he was doing.
Finally, Kanyon groaned and twisted his fingers in Raven's hair, locking them behind his head and forcing him to take all of him. Raven obliged eagerly, opening his throat for him. He pulled back slowly, creating a tight vaccuum in his mouth that mmade Kanyon gasp and shudder. Raven did this again and again until Kanyon gripped his head firmly and began to pump his hips into his face. Raven grasped his hips, encouraging sounds coming from his throat. When Kanyon was on the verge of exploding, he abrupptly withdrew, sliding down his body to wedge himself between Raven's thighs.
It's your turn now, Scott," Kanyon rasped, bending down and sliding him down his throat. Without preamble he sucked and bobbed, bringing Raven to a fever pitch of need, begging and pleading for release. Kanyon lifted his head and reached over to the nighttable and picked up the tube of KY jelly and squeezed some onto his fingers, lathering it over Raven's tight, puckered hole, easing first one, then two, then a third finger inside to stretch him for his entry. He was writhing in an agony of anticipation, making little mewling sounds in his throat that spurred Kanyon's lust to dizzying heights. He set the tube aside and raised Raven's legs, draping them over his own thighs, spreading them wide. He guided himself inside the tight tunnel, moaning at the snugness around him. He pushed deep, unable to stop himself from thrusting to the hilt before Raven's body could adjust to his invasion. Raven cried out, arching his back and clutching the bedclothes, his head whipping back and forth. Kanyon slowly began to retreat and advance, rocking his hips forward and back. Raven whimpered in pleasure as Kanyon stroked his cock with one hand, matching the smooth, gliding plunges.
"Oh, Scott," Kanyon panted, his eyes tightly shut, jaw clenched. "This is so good. You feel so good...so right."
Raven moaned his name, muttering something beneath his breath.
"What are you saying, Scott?"
"I love you, Chris," Raven cried. "Don't leave me. Please, don't ever leave me. I'd die."
Kanyon stilled, his heart stuttering in his chest. "You-you love me?"
Raven turned his head away and Kanyon could see a lone tear trickle from the corner of his eye. "You're the only one. The only one who knows me. Who understands me. Yes, I love you." He looked back at Kanyon, an anxious expression in his eyes. "Will you desert me now, too?"
Kanyon felt an aching fullness in his throat and he found it hard to speak. But he forced his words past the lump. "No, Scott. I'll never desert you. As you said, I belong to you... and you now belong to me." The look of complete trust and love that appeared in Raven's eyes almost made him want to cry. Instead, he leaned down and kissed him tenderly, resuming his steady thrusts. Raven slipped his arms around Kanyon, wrappping his legs around his waist. As his tempo increased, Kanyon reached down and clasped Scott's buttocks, spreading them open to drive even deeper. They murmured each other's names over and over as they clutched each other, feeling release approaching fast. Kanyon began to pound into him, both grunting with each stroke, Kanyon's balls slapping loudly against Raven's flesh.
"Yes, yes, love," Raven panted harshly, digging his fingers into the taut muscles of Kanyon's back. "Oh, Chris, more. More...I want more of you. I want all of you."
Kanyon groaned, striving to give him what he wanted. "All of me, yes. Oh, God, Scott! I'm about to come now. Join me, baby. Come with me."
Raven slid a hand between them and started to masturbate wildly, pumping himself hard, squeezing and tugging until he abruptly screamed, his back bowing upward into Kanyon, who'd just given a final lunge and had shouted out his own climax. They both convulsed and shuddered, gasping, collapsing in a heap back onto the bed.
After a very long time when their bodies cooled and the sweat dried on their skins, Kanyon gently eased from Raven and rolled to the side. Raven turned to him, burying his face in his neck and sighing in contentment. Kanyon smiled slightly and stroked Raven's back as they both drifted into a sated slumber.