Title: Resemblance
Author: Lizzie
E-Mail: [email protected]
Rating: R
Content: m/m sex, a little language, nothing too terrible.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, and unless I suddenly become Vince McMahon, I never will. Not saying this happened in any way, shape or form, although if it ever does I sincerely hope I�m there to see it :)
Distribution: I have a very simple philosophy - want, take, have. Just let me know where it is.
Summary: Smut featuring those two luscious men of the three-letter acronym names. Yup, I mean HHH and RVD. And a special guest�
Notes: What is it with me and smut lately? *pouts* I like angst. Stupid horny muses. *grumbles* Wonder if I can return them�

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Resemblance
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�You know, you remind me of someone�.

Rob blinked, looking from fixing the padding on his shins up into the face of Hunter Hearst Helmsley. He frowned, tucking back a stray strand of sweat-dampened hair behind his ear.

�I�m Rob Van Dam�, he said, shrugging. �Maybe you�ve seen me on TV�.

Hunter smiled, cocking his head. �I know who you are, Rob. RVD, Hardcore Champion, Mr Monday Night, yeah, I know. You still remind me of someone. Someone else�.

�Anyone I�d know?� Rob asked, starting to pull off the padding.

�An old friend�.

�So you came all the way over here to tell me I remind you of an old friend?�

Hunter shrugged. �Maybe�. He took a step forward; Rob raised his eyebrows involuntarily. �Maybe I wanted to congratulate you on your match tonight�.

�Oh? Maybe?�

�Maybe�. Hunter took another step closer. �And maybe I wanted to do this�.

Rob froze where he was sitting as Hunter bent at the waist and caught the back of his neck, pulling him in closer �til their lips were pressed together, his eyes not leaving his for a second. All he could think was that it couldn�t possibly be happening, that he wasn�t sitting in the locker room with Hunter Hearst Helmsley�s incredibly soft, incredibly warm lips pressed to his, his hand at the back of his neck, fingertips brushing lightly over the nape, making him shiver. It couldn�t be happening.

But it was. Just for a second, �til Hunter pulled back, stood straight.

�What, uh, why? Did you just�?�

Hunter grinned. �Yeah, I think I just kissed you. That bother you?�

�Do it again�.

So he did. He pulled Rob to his feet and pressed him back against the wall, hands pinning him by his shoulders, thumbs hooking underneath the straps of his singlet, tongue and teeth teasing at his bottom lip. This time Rob responded � he wasn�t sure he could as he felt Hunter�s hands on him, but he recovered himself, reminded himself who he was and grabbed a handful of the Game�s ass, pulling him in closer.

Hunter chuckled, deep in his throat, pulling back just far enough for Rob to see the smirk on his lips and the look in his eyes. It was an unmistakable look - pure undiluted and unbridled lust clouding hazel eyes, hot enough to make Rob�s heart beat just a little faster in anticipation. He didn�t doubt what was going to happen next.

�You wanna� go somewhere?� Rob murmured against Hunter�s hair as he leaned in to kiss his throat, beard rasping across his skin, lips and teeth and tongue working wonders.

�I�m fine right here�, came Hunter�s gasped response, just before he pulled down the straps of the singlet and kept on going �til the whole thing was around Rob�s padded ankles and Hunter was kneeling there in front of him, looking up with that same smirk on his face.

As Hunter�s hands brushed up over his thighs, Rob leant back against the wall and watched him, how he was watching him. The tip of Hunter�s tongue traced the contour of his own bottom lip as his gaze followed his hands, fingers rubbing slow, deep circles over his tired muscles, working their way up �til they were hooking over the top of his shorts, pulling them down.

And much as he didn�t want to question this, wanted to lose himself in the moment, Rob was asking himself what the hell was going on. Triple H, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, the fucking Game, was kneeling at his feet, undressing him, in the locker room after a show. He wasn�t even supposed to be there, never mind doing *this*. And wasn�t he with someone? What the hell did he want with him? Why was he looking at him like that, that smirk on his face that was so very close to being a small, wistful smile?

Simple. Because he was pretending he was someone else.

But then his shorts joined his singlet around his ankles and the next thing he knew his thoughts imploded as Hunter�s mouth was suddenly, wetly, incredibly hotly, all around his cock. His teeth and his tongue teased his skin as he gasped in a breath, eyes going wide, one hand clawing at his own hair and one at Hunter�s. He was trembling, muscles so taut it would�ve been painful if he�d actually been able to think about anything but that mouth around him, those eyes glancing up at him, the impossible smile as Hunter swallowed deep, making him buck up violently. He was half surprised he didn�t knock half his teeth out, except Hunter seemed to have been expecting it.

Hunter�s hands were on him, too; his left was on his hip, pressing roughly back against the wall, his right arm barring across his belly, fingertips brushing over the light trail of hair from his navel and down. And all the time Hunter�s eyes were on him, burning, smouldering, telling him exactly how much he was wanted right then and right there, �til he couldn�t help himself and he was coming in that hot, luscious mouth, so hard he could�ve blacked out.

Rob�s head lolled back against the wall, breathing slow and deep, a small smile on his lips. He looked down and saw that same smile on Hunter�s as he wiped absently at the corner of his mouth. And absently Rob realised he was standing there in the locker room, naked save his boots, a fully clothed Game at his feet. Fully clothed, with a sizable bulge in his track pants.

�Could I help you out with that?� he asked with a small cocky grin, gesturing with the hand that wasn�t busy pulling the elastic from his hair.

�Wouldn�t you prefer to watch?�

Rob frowned. �Watch what?� Hunter stood, awkwardly, wincing a little and rubbing tentatively at his thigh. Rob opened his mouth to ask about it but thought better of it when he saw the look on Hunter�s face. �So, watch what? You gonna jerk off for me or something?�

�Hardly�.

�So, what?�

�Remember I said you reminded me of someone?�

�Yeah, who is that?�

�Someone who�s been watching us�.

�Watching? Us?�

�Watching. Us. I thought you might want to watch me. And him�.

�Someone was watching us?�

�You know, he reminds me of someone�.

Rob stared, slack-jawed, as a figure stepped out of the showers, naked and wet and very erect, sweeping the hair back from his face, stepping up behind Hunter, wrapping his arms around his waist and standing on tiptoe to rest his head on his shoulder to peer over at Rob.

But only for a second because then Hunter�s shirt was disappearing over his head, boots were kicked off across the room, track pants followed soon after and then there was the Game naked as the day he was born in the centre of the locker room with a smaller, grinning form in his arms, kissing like teenagers. All Rob could do was sink to the bench and stare, wide-eyed.

�Lube?�

�Way ahead of you�. Hunter smirked and turned, braced himself against the wall, spread his legs.

�Slut�, his lover admonished with a grin, grasping his hips roughly and pushing inside him, Hunter moaning then sighing as lips met his shoulder, fingers brushed aside his long hair. Rob sat there and watched the lovers, the �old friends�, fuck hard and fast and hot against the locker room wall. He watched as Hunter leant his head forward against the white-painted brick, as a hand snaked around his waist to his surely painfully erect cock, pumping fast in time with his thrusts. He heard the gasps, the uncharacteristic mewls of pleasure, the chuckling, the moans. He found himself reaching down for his own cock, watching rapt as he stroked himself in time.

Hunter came into his lover�s hands and a couple of seconds, a couple of thrusts later his lover and Rob both came with gasping moans and a shared glance across the locker room. Rob was lost in those blue eyes, in the lines of his body, in the heat, the lust.

Hunter turned, sat opposite him, pulling his lover with him, toying with the ends of his wet hair. And his lover smiled over at Rob. Rob couldn�t help but smile back.

�He reminds me of me�, Shawn said, glancing at Hunter who just smirked and shrugged before they both looked back over at Rob. �I see why you like him�.

�I told you it�d be worth the trip�.

Shawn�s eyes flickered over Rob appraisingly. �Looks like a cross between me and Jean-Claude Van Damme�.

�I also told you that. We need to get back to the hotel�.

�Can we take him with us? I always wondered what it�d be like to fuck me. Now I get to do the next best thing�.

�Sure, let�s go. Rob?�

Rob grinned that same old cocky grin. �Yeah, sure�, he said, reaching for his clothes. ��Cause y�know, I always wondered what it�d be like to fuck you too�.

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