Title: Vengeance
Author: Lizzie
E-Mail: [email protected]
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Taker, Eddie Guerrero, and Rob Van Dam.
Content: Language, m/m sex, mention of light bondage and bloody violence.
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.
Distribution: I have a very simple philosophy - want, take, have. Just let me know where it is.
Summary: Taker practices a little vengeance. Sequel to �Cheat�. And yes, my summaries suck.
Notes: Thanks to Lisa for the original RVD challenge � without that this pointless little fic would never have been born. lol. And you should really read �Cheat� before reading this, otherwise it won�t make much sense.

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Vengeance
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Eddie knew it had gone too far when the door swung open and Taker flipped on the lights. He�d almost known it before, when Rob left him tied to the bed and told him what was going to happen, but he hadn�t really wanted to believe it. Part of him still thought Rob was going to come back and let him go, tell him it was some sick joke and that he hoped he�d learnt his lesson.

The problem was, well, two things. One, Eddie hadn�t learnt his lesson � he�d cheat against RVD again, or against anyone for that matter, because as far as he was concerned, cheating was okay as long as the referee didn�t catch you in the act. And two, Rob hadn�t been kidding. Because Taker had just walked through the door.

The seven-foot Texan froze for a second as he dropped his bag. Then, slowly, he turned. His hard glare settled on Eddie and his eyes narrowed.

Taker was pissed.

And Eddie was scared.

�Fuckin� weasel�, Taker muttered, rubbing at the bridge of his nose briefly before he shrugged the full-length leather coat from his shoulders and let it fall to the floor around his feet. He ran his left hand over his hair, fingertips massaging his scalp roughly. �Fuckin� weasel�s done it again�.

Then he looked up at Eddie, a frown spreading across his face. A frown that didn�t exactly bode well for Eddie Guerrero�s continued good health.

�Hey, esse, I ain�t done nothin�. Nothin�, esse, I swear�.

Eddie struggled tentatively, yanking on the thick, heavy leather restraints that circled his wrists. His whole naked body felt cold, and he wasn�t sure it was just because he was naked. The huge, pissed-off Texan headed slowly his way more than likely had something to do with it.

�Was he worth it?�

�What?�

�Was he worth it? Rob. Was fuckin� him worth the beatin� of your life, boy?�

Eddie shivered and winced. He could see Taker clenching his fists over and over, the hands usually protected by those padded gloves bare and flexing, knuckles showing white under the skin. He could just imagine the pain he�d feel when those knuckles connected with his naked flesh. And there wasn�t a thing he could do to protect himself.

�Answer me, Eddie. I wanna know if fuckin� with what�s mine was really worth the pain you�re gonna be feelin�. And trust me, you�ll be feelin� it for weeks�.

�I�d better be worth it�.

That was Rob�s voice. Taker�s body was blocking Eddie�s view of the door, but he knew that voice. Rob was back. And for a second Eddie almost dared to hope that everything was going to be okay, because Rob could explain it and make it all go away. Couldn�t he?

But then it hit him, exactly what Taker had said, and the way he�d said it. It wasn�t just the fact that he was in his bed, that he�d obviously fucked in it. In fact, that didn�t seem to matter. It was *who* he�d fucked, not where. It was because of Rob, because Rob was with Taker. Because Rob *belonged* to Taker. And suddenly he knew that there was nothing either of them could say to stop it.

Pulling against the cuffs and straining his neck, Eddie watched as Rob stepped up behind Taker, ran his right hand over his shoulder and onto his bicep, rested his temple lightly against his other shoulder. He watched as Rob�s hand moved to the back of Taker�s neck, as he stepped in front of him, ran his fingertips over Taker�s jaw, over his lips. It was a moment Eddie didn�t think he should be witness to, not that he wanted to be there at all. It was too tender to share with a stranger, especially one that Rob had shared a bed with.

Then Taker slapped him. Hard. Hard enough so Eddie winced at the hard sound of flesh on flesh, and Rob�s head snapped right to a painful angle. Eddie could see the mark Taker�s hand left on Rob�s cheek, already an angry red.

He took Rob by the shoulders, huge pale hands clamping down over Rob�s shirt. His fingers hooked into the collar and pulled; the sound of ripping cloth was terrible in Eddie�s ears, and seconds later the shirt lay in rags at Rob�s feet. Seconds after that, Rob was on his knees right by the shirt. Taker had buried his fist deep into Rob�s newly exposed belly and sent him down, coughing, choking.

Rob gasped for breath on his hands and knees as Taker circled him slowly, booted feet making no sound on the thick carpet. One full circle later and Taker�s knee connected with the underside of Rob�s jaw, twisting him and knocking him backwards, his head bouncing off the metal bar between the bedposts at the bottom of the bed with a sickening thud. Blood burst from Rob�s bottom lip and stained the bed sheet by Eddie�s heel red.

Leaning up on his elbows, Eddie couldn�t take his eyes off that bloodstain. He just couldn�t. He knew from the sounds about him what he�d see if he looked up, and it made him sick to his stomach just thinking about it. Taker grunted and he heard what he knew was Rob�s whole body hitting the wall then sliding to a heap on the floor. He heard Rob groan and underneath was the sound of Taker�s fists against his chest, his shoulders, his face. Rob was being taken apart. And he was next. When Taker was done with his cheating lover, Eddie would be next.

The room was suddenly deadly silent. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut then, half sure Taker was coming for him. But then� Rob screamed. Just for a moment it was the most horrifying thing Eddie had ever heard, that horrible, raw, guttural cry. And he just couldn�t help himself; he had to look up.

Rob was on his hands and knees, facing the wall to Eddie�s left. He was naked now, totally, most of his chest and thighs smeared with blood, his hands splayed on the beige carpet leaving bloody red smudges. And Taker was behind him, on top of him, inside him. It was grotesque. Taker had practically torn off his own clothes and was right there, fucking RVD, right in front of him, making Rob scream �til he had to bite down on his split lip to keep from screaming. It made Eddie�s blood run cold. He was witnessing rape.

Taker�s hand wrapped roughly around Rob�s cock, stroking hard and fast as he thrust inside him. Rob was almost crying, Eddie could see. There were tears in his eyes. And he was sobbing, gasping in breaths and letting them out in horrible shakes. But he was pushing back against Taker. He was rocking with him while he bled all over the carpet. It was awful to watch. But he couldn�t stop.

Then Rob came, in shaking bursts, over Taker�s fist and the bloody carpet. Taker came a few seconds later, with a low, rumbling moan. He pulled out slowly then shoved Rob down to the floor. Eddie closed his eyes and lay back.

Then everything went quiet, save Rob�s pathetic coughing against the carpet. That was it. It was over. And now it was his turn. Eddie�s stomach churned and he clenched his teeth in anticipation.

He felt the leather cuff slip from his right ankle, then his left. If he hadn�t been so damn scared, he might�ve tried to kick out then, or more sensibly after the restraints were gone from his wrists, too. But he didn�t. He was frozen in place.

Until Taker grabbed him by the arm, yanked him from the bed, tossed him to the floor. The carpet burned against his knees, and he squeezed his eyes shut, waited for the blow he knew would come across the back of his head.

But it didn�t come. He opened his eyes.

�Take these and get the fuck outta our room�. Taker tossed Eddie�s bag and clothes to the floor in front of him and gestured to the door. �You heard me, chico � get the fuck out!�

Eddie didn�t need to be told again. He scooped up his things and scrambled to his feet, then headed for the door, not bothering to ask questions. He didn�t care why he was being let go, but he got the point. He shouldn�t have cheated RVD. If the fucker was prepared to have himself raped to get his point across, he damn sure understood. He headed for the door.

But as he got there, as he turned the handle and made to step through it, he couldn�t help taking a look back into the room.

Rob was on his knees in front of Taker, his face busted open, bleeding from a gash above his eye and the split in his lip. His hands were covered in his own blood, his face and his chest and jeans smeared with it. And his skin� his skin was bruising already, patches on his stomach and his face turning an ugly red-purple. He couldn�t sit upright � he was bent over slightly, propped up on one arm, his fist planted against the floor, the other arm folder across his ribs. It was the worst Eddie had ever seen him look, Taker�s fingers lingering over the gash in his forehead.

�You deaf or somethin�, boy?� Taker roared, taking a step toward the door. �Or do ya wanna end up lookin� like that?�

Taker gestured back at Rob with one bloody hand, Rob�s blood staining his knuckles a sickly red. And for a second, as his mouth hung open, as he gasped in a breath and blood dripped from his lip, Rob�s gaze flickered up to meet Eddie�s. Suddenly he didn�t care that he was standing in a hotel corridor naked except for the IC belt. He just turned and ran away.

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As the door swung shut, Rob�s gaze met his lover�s.

�Was he worth it?� Taker asked, kneeling, brushing the pad of his thumb over Rob�s split lip. He leant down, brushed his cheek against Rob�s; his tongue darted out as he licked a little blood from Rob�s neck. And then they kissed, Taker sucking softly on his lover�s lip, Rob�s hands travelling lightly up his spine.

Taker drew back, lifting Rob�s chin slightly, eyes drifting over the bruises on his face as he pulled him to his feet, over toward the bed. �Was that bitch Guerrero worth it?�

Rob nodded, a small smile spreading across his bloody face. �It�s worth it every time�, he said.

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