Title: The Liberator
Part 13
Author: Angel Eterno
Rating: NC-17 - slash
Content: Slash, Romance, Abuse
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. They belong to WWF and Titan Sports. No copyright infringement intended.
__________________
Christian felt anxious and slightly scared as he dashed after Edge's departing figure, following round the corner in pursuit of the tall striding form. He could almost see, and certainly sense, the ill-concealed rage reverberating throughout the taller man's body. Why the hell did Rob have to say what he did to Edge? Why did he intimate that they'd spent an entire night fucking? Nothing had happened - but Edge would never believe him; especially after seeing RVD's smirk when he'd said it. And now he would have to pay - he, Christian, would have no chance in hell of proving to Edge nothing had happened.
"Edge, Edge - wait up!" breathlessly he caught up and put out a hand to halt Edge's progress. Edge shook him off angrily; carried on walking. Christian grabbed him again, more forcefully this time. Edge spun round in his fury, grabbing Christian's arm hard, flinging him violently against the wall with a heavy thud. Christian gasped as the air was knocked out of him as Edge had him pinned him tightly, steadfastly holding both his arms as he shook him.
"Mr All Fuckin Night, huh?"
Christian shook his head, protesting.
"No ... I never ..."
Edge cut him off with a savage swipe of his hand across his face, cracking his head back hard against the wall. Christian cried out in pain.
"Then why did he say it?" he demanded angrily; forcing Christian to look at him, before slashing at his face with his other hand. Blood had already begun dripping down Christian's face from the first blow.
"I don't know why he said that," Christian pleaded. "I really don't understand ..."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" Edge roared, his face now red with anger, he pulled Christian's body forward slightly before slamming it full-power against the unyielding wall. Christian crumpled upon impact, his legs buckling under him as his body slowly slid to the floor. He hated himself - why didn't he fight back? He could - he could fight back if he really wanted - why did he let Edge do this to him? His thoughts were interrupted by a black leather boot being viciously aimed at his mid-section. He cried out as agony shot through his entire lower body; shortly after he felt another kick go into his other side. He moaned his pain and heartache, though not trying to get up and defend himself. He deserved this - he had spent the night with Rob Van Dam - even if the latter had spent the night on the floor. He had only himself to blame.
"Don't you ever DARE come near me again you FILTHY little slut!" Edge yelled out, almost beside himself. He knew deep down he was over-reacting; being completely irrational - but Christian had to be taught a lesson - and later on, he might find it inside himself to forgive him his sins, and let him in his bed once more. But before that, he had to take his punishment ... Aiming one last kick at the quivering, bloodied form at his feet, he walked off down the end of the dark corridor to their shared room. It wouldn't be shared tonight, however, he would spend the night alone - and so could Christian - out in the murky corridor on the floor - unless of course the little slut got lucky and found some sucker to let him into his bed. But surely by now most of the guys knew that touching Christian was more than they should dare do - no - Edge was quite confident Christian would spend the night in the corridor.
***~***~***
"Fuck!!"
The voice seemed a long way away.
"Oh shit!"
It sounded closer - very much closer - right next to him on the pillow, in fact. Rob stirred, struggling to force his brain awake as the body beside him started wriggling round in the bed. He forced open one eye - wishing he could just give up the effort and let sleep re-claim him - he felt more relaxed than he had in a long time.
"Wassamarrer...?" he drawled through his stupor.
The body beside him wriggled some more, till determinedly he caught hold of it, forcing it to remain immobile and close as he strengthened his grip on it. Chris Jericho's face was inches from his. He smiled dreamily into the blue eyes.
"You tryin' to leave me, babe?"
"It's not that I want to, lover, but it is almost midday - we're due at the arena ...."
"Fuck! - oh shit!!" Rob echoed Chris's words of earlier. "Hey, I got an idea, let's ring Regal and tell him we're ill ..."
"Oh sure - like he'd believe us!" Chris rolled his eyes.
"Well you never know ..."
Chris made a sudden violent effort and disentangled himself from Rob's arms, jumping out the bed and to the side
"Yes, I do know, babe - and our asses would be fired! So ..." one quick swipe, and Rob pretended to shiver as the sheet was ripped off his bare body "it would be a good idea to get them out of bed!"
"I thought you liked my ass in bed?" Rob widened his eyes innocently just before turning over and wiggling the aforementioned perky object in the air. Chris smirked, grinned, then leant over and whacked it lightly with his palm.
"Ow!!" Rob deliberately over-reacted. "You can't treat me like that!" He screwed his neck round to look at it. "It's going red now - look see ..." he indicated it. Chris narrowed his eyes.
"I didn't hit you that hard!" he protested.
"Well take a closer look then!" Rob insisted. Chris leant over to examine Rob's ass, realizing too late he'd been had as two powerful arms gripped his shoulders, his entire body being easily catapulted over onto the bed; where it was pounced on and held captive beneath Rob's muscular form.
"I think somebody's been a naughty boy, Chris" Rob whispered in his ear as he nibbled Chris's neck and licked round his ears, "I think you should be punished ..."
"Just coz I whipped the bed sheet off you?"
"Not just that - you took me somewhat by surprise last night, oh Mighty Ayatollah of the Bed Sheets ..."
"I did?" Chris gasped as he felt Rob's teeth nip an ear.
"Yeah, you sure did. There was I thinking I was going to screw you senseless, and what happened? You screwed me senseless instead."
"You seemed happy at the time," Chris offered, his breathing heavy.
"Surprised, shocked, even - happy? Yeah, guess I was after the initial shock had worn off ..."
"Does that mean you'll be inviting me to come play again?" Chris teased mischievously.
"You never know, I might, I just might ..."
Rob suddenly turned serious.
"Chris - last night - it was the first time I'd ever let anyone do that to me, you know?" he stared deeply into Chris' eyes, trying to convey the depth of his feelings; trying to figure out himself what his feelings were. Happiness? - yes; tranquility? - yes, he felt that too; a sense of joy at being with someone who didn't make any demands on him - yes - he thought so. So why when he looked at Chris did he feel so strange - as though something was missing, or being held back?
Chris smiled back at him, wistfully.
"I'll take that as a compliment, then."
"Yeah, you do that; and sometime, I think I'd definitely like you to come round and play again."
Chris didn't reply; instead he wrapped his arms round Rob's neck, pulling him down to kiss him.
"I think that'd be nice sometime, Rob," he gazed at Rob, a pensive look that Rob couldn't quite decipher. "Maybe sometime in the future when our paths cross in another bar, in another city ..."
"There's bars everywhere we go." RVD shot back hopefully; quite envisioning a plentitude of *chance encounters*.
"Yeah - but I don't go in all of them ..."
Rob remained silent - said nothing as Chris wriggled out from underneath him. He didn't force him to remain. Instead he watched as Chris headed for the shower for the second time that morning. Chris seemed strangely subdued and withdrawn - was it something he'd said? Something he'd done? Thinking back, there was nothing.
They had both enjoyed their *chance encounter*. Had agreed it should be nothing more than that - a mutually satisfying encounter for the both of them - no strings, no ties - no chance of getting so close to somebody that you got hurt. A way of remaining friends instead of maybe becoming enemies. Just "fuck-buddies" he mused ironically.
So why did he feel so empty inside?
End Part 13