AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash m/m
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the characters, Vince does. *pouts* I don't know their true sexuality,
this is just fiction.
DISTRIBUTION: Darkflame and Kriket, if they want it.
SUMMARY: Sequel to "Respect." Jericho proves that he is the WWF's undisputed bitch. This is
for Lisa, who worships the ground that Jericho walks on.
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Unnoticed by the screaming, outraged fans, Mark stands on the top of the ramp watching as Chris
proceeds to humiliate Austin in the middle of the ring.
A smile slid across his face as he watched his smaller lover pour the beer over Austin. As soon as
Chris had found out that he had been placed in a match with Austin, he had begged him to let him
interfere with the match.
Mark shrugged his shoulders as he spat. He'd let his bitch have some fun, then he would have his
with his bitch. He headed out towards the limo area. He was going to have a little fun at Flair's
expense, too.
After Chris was satisfied that he had humiliated Austin thoroughly, he grabbed his bags and
headed out to the limo area. Why had Mark wanted him to meet him there?
He was surprised as one of the workers told him that Mark had a limo waiting. He approached
and banged on the roof.
He smiled as he slid in beside of his huge lover. God, tonight had been perfect.
'Taker grinned as he smelled the beer and sweat on Chris. But he could smell another scent on
him also. Arousal. Chris was hard as a rock.
Mark pulled him closer as he leaned down and crushed his lips against Chris'. He left a trail of
kisses along the taunt curve of his neck, slowly and sensually licking the beer away.
"Thought you didn't like beer," Chris chuckled.
"It tastes good when it's mixed with you," Mark growled as his hand slid down Chris' tights.
Chris moaned as he tried to spread his legs wider to give Mark better access.
"Sir," the driver called out to Mark.
"What?" Mark asked angrily. He hated it when he was interrupted.
"Are you sure that Mr. Flair knows that I'm taking you across town?" The driver asked
nervously.
"Yes. Now shut up and drive," Mark ordered as he yanked Chris' tights down, eliciting a slight
giggle from Chris.
Mark growled as he quickly unlaced and pulled Chris' boots off, yanking his tights all the way off.
Mark watched mesmerized as Chris squirmed seductively on the black leather seat. Mark licked
his lips hungrily as his eyes roamed the glistening, temptous body squirming before him. Chris
was his. His bitch.
Mark pushed his own pants own to his ankles, allowing his long, thick cock to spring free. Mark
growled as he stroked it.
Chris grinned as he spread his legs.
"No. Tonight, I want you to ride it," Mark growled as he sat on the seat, pulling Chris into his lap,
positioning him.
Chris smiled nervously at his huge lover as Mark shoved one of his large fingers into him.
Mark smiled as he pulled it out. Chris was already lubed. "You're a slut," Mark growled.
"Correction. Your slut," Chris corrected as he allowed Mark to position him over his cock and
lower him onto it.
Chris hissed as Mark's cock pushed past the tight muscle. No matter how much he prepared
himself, it still hurt like hell. Chris yelped as Mark started a hard, steady thrust into him. His
hands wrapped around Mark's neck to give him some leverage.
Mark's fingers dug into the tender flesh of Chris' hips as he forced him up and down. "That's it
bitch! Ride it!"
Chris bit his bottom lip as he concentrated on getting Mark off fast. He was extremely hostile
tonight and he didn't want him to take any of that anger out on him.
Within moments both men roared their release, Mark first as he ruthlessly slammed into Chris.
Chris followed, spraying both their abdomen's with his seed.
Chris grinned as he snuggled against Mark letting sleep claim him.
He was awakened by the abrupt braking of the limo.
"Wake up," Mark growled, throwing his tights and shoes at him. "Get dressed."
Chris tried to focus as he quickly pulled his tights up and slipped his boots on. "Where are we?"
"Never mind. Follow me," Mark growled as he exited the limo pulling Chris behind him.
Chris watched as the limo sped away. Mark chuckled as he pulled Chris along behind him.
Mark knocked on the door of the huge warehouse.
Chris gasped as he saw who opened the door.
"About time you got here," Kevin Nash growled as he looked at Mark. "Did you bring the
entertainment?" He asked looking at Chris.
"He's my bitch. You don't touch him," Mark growled as he wrapped a protective arm around his
small lover. Chris moved closer to Mark as Nash was joined by Hall and Hogan.
"Ready to take over the WWF?" Hogan asked with a smirk, winking at Chris.
Chris' eyes lit up. Not only was he the undisputed bitch of the WWF, but the NWO as well.
~The End~
For now. ;)