Author: Kay
Disclaimer: Don't own them, Vince does. *pouts* I don't know their true sexual preference so please don't
sue.
Rating: NC17
Content: Slash m/m
Spoiler: Smackdown July 19. A certain phrase is from Tough Enough. *g*
Summary: Christian learns the meaning of the word bitch.
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"Edge," Christian whimpered in that whiny voice that had been driving Edge crazy since King of the Ring.
"Just do it, Christian," Edge growled. "You lost, now pay up."
Christian pouted as he dropped to his knees and proceeded to stretch out on the floor, slowly doing one
pushup.
"I don't hear you," Edge teased as he rubbed the bulge forming in front of his tight black pants.
"I'm Edge's bitch," Christian growled.
Edge smiled. "I couldn't hear you Christian," Edge teased.
"I'm Edge's bitch," Christian practically yelled.
Edge grinned as he placed his right foot in the small of Christian's back, lightly applying pressure. "You owe
me 19 more, Chrissy," Edge smirked.
"You're sadistic. You knew I couldn't win that bet," Christian pouted.
"Maybe, but you fell for it and you now owe me 19 pushups and 19 bitch phrases."
"Asshole," Christian whispered under his breath as he pouted. He should have never played pool with Edge.
Where the hell did he learn to play anyhow? It had to be Bradshaw, the guy had been trying everything to
get Edge to sleep with him.
"Bitch," Edge said smiling triumphantly.
Christian pouted as he did another pushup, slightly hindered by Edge's foot as it pressed down, and repeated
the humiliating phrase, "I'm Edge's bitch."
"Wait," Edge said grinning.
"What?" Christian asked agitated.
"Strip," Edge ordered.
Christian sighed as he stood, cursing Edge under his breath.
"I heard that," Edge growled, trying to hold back the giggles as he watched his young lover strip. He might as
well enjoy this now, because he had a feeling he was going to be sleeping on the floor for at least a week until
Christian decided to forgive him.
Christian glared at him as he dropped to the floor to finish up his pushups.
"Wait," Edge said again smiling, as he started to remove his clothes.
Christian glared at him, but did not take his eyes off his larger lover as he stripped. In fact, a slight smile slid
across his face. Edge thought he was in charge, but Christian knew better.
Edge grabbed a bottle of baby oil and laid down beside of Christian, coating his cock with the oil.
Christian licked his lips as he saw the drop of precum glistening at the tip. So Edge wanted to play games? He
loved to play games.
"I want to jackoff watching you," Edge said flashing all of those perfect teeth.
Christian grinned. "Anything you want, lover."
Edge frowned. Why was Christian suddenly being so cooperative?
Christian grinned as he crawled on top of Edge, bracing his arms and legs on either side of him.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Edge asked.
"My pushups," Christian grinned as he raised up and came down, his body brushing against Edge's. "I'm
Edge's bitch," Christian whispered as his lips brushed against Edge's.
Edge jumped and moaned as their cocks rubbed together.
Christian's grin widened as he raised up to do another, hearing Edge's moan of protest as their bodies
separated.
As Christian slowly lowered himself, he licked at one of Edge's small nipples, sucking it into his mouth and
tugging gently on it. As he released it, he whispered, "I'm Edge's bitch."
Edge moaned as he reached for his cock. Christian smiled as he brushed his hands away, pulling them up
beside of him, Christian holding them as he raised to up to do another pushup.
Edge's moan made his cock twitch. "Christian," Edge whispered as he squirmed underneath. "I need you."
Christian smiled as he leaned down and nuzzled his face in Edge's long hair, gently sucking on his neck. "How
bad do you want me?" Christian asked with a smirk.
"Bad," Edge whispered breathlessly.
"Who do you belong to?" Christian asked grinning, as his slender hand grabbed Edge's cock and slowly began
to stroke it.
"You," Edge gasped as he arched his hips upwards.
"Are you my bitch?" Christian asked smiling.
Edge frowned. How the hell does Christian always manage to turn everything around. He watched as
Christian rubbed his finger across the head of his cock and collected the small amount of precum that had
formed there and brought it to his mouth slowly. Edge whimpered as he watched Christian suck on his finger.
"Yes, I'm your bitch," Edge whimpered as he threw his head backwards.
"I didn't hear you," Christian teased.
"I'm Christian's bitch," Edge growled as he squirmed under his smaller, but more cunning lover.
"And don't you forget it," Christian grinned as he positioned himself between Edge's thighs, gently lifting his
legs up and placing some pillows underneath Edge as he squirted some oil on his cock, and then using his slick
fingers to stretch Edge.
Edge moaned as he felt Christian's long and slender fingers probing, stretching him. "Fuck me, Christian,"
Edge begged.
Christian grinned as he slowly pushed his cock into his lover, savoring the tight warmth that was totally Edge.
"Christian," Edge moaned as he pushed down to meet each thrust. "Harder!"
Christian smiled as he obliged his lover. "Say it Edge," Christian growled as he pumped into his lover faster.
"I'm Christian's bitch," Edge screamed as his cum splashed Christian's abdomen as well as his own.
Christian grinned as he slammed into Edge one more time then filled him with his cum, claiming him.
Christian laid down on top of his lover as he tried to catch his breath, smiling. He knew that Mike Awesome
and Lance Storm was in the hotel room next to theirs. He remembered how Lance had bitch slapped him and
pulled at his hair all during the match, whispering bitch to him. He smiled. Yes, he played Edge's bitch
sometimes, but if the truth be known, Edge was his bitch and no one messes with his bitch. That little sucker
punch Lance had gotten in on Edge during the match had really made him see red and almost cost him the
match.
~~~~~NEXT MORNING~~~~~
Edge woke up first. He frowned as he felt a familiar soreness radiating from his posterior. Hell, he was
suppose to fuck Christian, not the other way around. How does Christian always do that?
Shit! Was he the winner or loser?
As he looked at Christian as he slept, his anger faded. His angelic face made his heart beat faster.
Then he remembered. Behind that angelic face is a little shit, who knows how to work and manipulate him.
Damn, Christian wasn't his bitch, he was Christian's. Edge sighed as he laid back down, snuggling close to his
lover.
Christian smiled, keeping his eyes closed, as he felt Edge snuggle close. He knew Edge couldn't resist his
angelic sleep face. He smiled as he continued to listen to Mike and Lance argue.
"I'm not gonna be your bitch," Mike growled.
"But Edge is Christian's," Lance argued.
"Forget it!" Mike growled as he left slamming the door.
Christian smiled, imaging Lance standing there with a raging hardon. Serves him right for hitting his Edge.
~THE END~