Title: The Liberator

Part 1

Author: Angel Eterno

Rating: NC-17 - slash

Content: Slash, Romance, Abuse

Part 2

Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. They belong to WWF and Titan Sports. No copyright infringement intended.
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He backed up the ramp, facing the ring - there were tears in his eyes though he refused to allow any to fall. They all felt sorry for him, they saw his tears and were sad on his behalf because of his split from Edge. The 7 times tag-team champions of Edge+Christian no longer existed.

Back in the locker room the heavy silence greeted him - there was nobody there. Relief at his solitude flooded him as he collapsed back down onto the nearest bench, finally allowing his pent-up tears their freedom. Letting his head rest in his hands, the tears fell unchecked as his long golden hair shrouded his face protectively. It was in this position he found him.

Cautiously the door opened and the other man stepped inside. He knew he'd find him here. Noiselessly and with the stealth of a cat he approached, seating himself next to Christian's quivering body. Startled at the sudden closeness of another, Christian's head shot up in surprise, to meet his eyes. His features relaxed when he recognized his lover.

"It's over then," he whispered, taking a silky strand of gold and running it through his fingers.

Christian nodded wordlessly. There was nothing he could say to express the extent of his feelings. Gratefully he rested his head against the other man's shoulder, permitting the twin feelings of comfort and liberation to spread through him. He felt reassured as his arm went round his waist, pulling him tightly against the smooth, muscled chest, his lips kissing the top of his head. He raised his face to his lover, enjoying the soft kisses that brushed away the dampness of his tears, relief and no small amount of desire as the soft lips traversed down his neck, nibbling tenderly at his skin. Wrapping both arms around his lover he pulled him down with him until they were both laid out on the bench, their bodies pressed tightly together.

He wriggled to assist in the removal of his black skin-tight shirt as butterfly kisses were scattered lovingly over his upper body. He noticed the slight frown cross the other's face at the sight of his bare skin. But he said nothing.

Moving his own hands he tugged at his partner's shirt, discarding it on the floor to join his own. He gasped at the fingers releasing the buttons on his jeans, freeing his hardness which had started to become rather uncomfortably confined. His jeans and boxers soon joined the growing pile of clothing on the floor. His lover still had his match to do, so it didn't take him long to remove the rest of his clothing.

He moaned aloud as strong, sensitive hands touched him everywhere, fingers running silkily across their accustomed paths, fueling his increasing desire at each and every touch. He knew him so well now, exactly the way he liked to be touched, exactly what he wanted. Their union was intense and exhilarating, diminishing his previous unease and releasing his soul to soar in freedom - the new freedom that was now his at the result of what he'd just done. No more pain, no more heartache, no more fear ... the tag-team of E+C was no more, his escape was complete and this was their celebration.

End Part 1