Title: The Liberator
Part 25
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.
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A noise permeated his senses, rousing him from his sleep: there it was again - it sounded like somebody was moaning - wait, it was somebody moaning - as Rob remembered where he was he also remembered Christian was sleeping on the floor, having given up his bed for him. Blearily he rubbed his eyes, there was another moan, followed by a strangled half-sob, and incomprehensible words. He must be dreaming, Rob thought. Then one word louder than the others: "NO!" followed by "No more ..." then a more emphatic "NO!" as Christian's voice rang through the silent darkness. Rob sat up and looked toward where Christian lay: there was a shaft of moonlight entering through a chink in the curtain, illuminating the tossing and turning figure lying on its duvet on the floor, covers all pushed wildly aside as the occupant carried on moaning, interspersed by the odd sob.
"Christian!" Rob hissed urgently. "Hey, what's with the noise - you'll wake the whole hotel up!"
Christian's heaving body stilled at his words: he dragged an arm across his face and sobbed with the relief that it had all been a dream. Though not just a dream, more of a nightmare. He turned his face to Rob, the silent tears were wet on his cheeks. The memory of the dream so fresh in his mind he couldn't yet stop them.
Seeing the fresh tears, Rob spoke to him gently.
"It's OK - you were dreaming."
Christian nodded, choking back the sensations he was feeling.
"It seemed so real." The tears didn't stop. Rob pulled the duvet cover aside, exposing the spare half of the bed.
"Come here if you want to ..."
Christian needed no second bidding. Quickly he hauled himself from the floor and sank in the bed next to Rob. In the near-darkness they lay staring at each other, or rather Rob was watching Christian while Christian kept his eyes tight shut and said nothing.
"Was it bad?" Rob asked. Christian nodded.
"I ... I dreamt I was back with Edge ... we'd ... we'd ... you know, just done it and he was all nice and loving ... then he ... he started hitting me again ..." Christian's voice broke off in a whimper.
"Sssshhhh..." Rob consoled, stroking Christian's wet cheek and pushing back a tear-soaked tendril of hair.
"Then the dream changed ... and suddenly Edge wasn't in it any more ... it was ..." Christian gazed up beseechingly into Rob's eyes, "It was you, Rob - you were in it ... but you weren't hitting me - I was hitting you!" Christian broke down again, further words completely incoherent as he sobbed against Rob's shoulder.
"Hey, don't worry, it was only a dream - it's not real ..." Rob began soothingly.
Christian's head shot up wildly, his red eyes filled with despair as he interrupted Rob.
"But it could have been real - I hit you last time - the dream means I could be just like Edge - going round abusing people! Once it starts - it doesn't stop - ever!"
Rob sighed his frustration and gripped Christian's shoulders firmly.
"I told you before - you hit me back - because I hit you ... it was the only way I could get you to realize you didn't need to take that shit from Edge any more. If you would hit back at me, you would hit back at him in the future - and that's exactly what happened - you fought back the last time he tried it with you. It's what I wanted to happen - the best thing for you. But, Christian, I truly believe you would never hit anyone just for the hell of it, like Edge did - now you must believe that. You're not an abuser - you're not like him."
Christian's eyes darted wildly as he took this in. Rob was right, he wasn't an abuser - he wouldn't - couldn't - hit somebody just in order to hurt them. It wasn't in his nature - his nature was to turn away from confrontation, as he'd turned to Rob Van Dam. His heart filled with gratitude and warmth for this man lying beside him, who now had one arm round his shoulder and was compassionately stroking his hair. Rob didn't need this, didn't need him and all his excess baggage. But here he was, and with his emotions overflowing he edged closer to Rob, resting his head on his muscled shoulder, as gently he laid his hand on Rob's chest.
The hand lingered there and Rob placed his own over it. Just that one small contact set Christian off sobbing again; he bowed his head and Rob drew him close, this time putting both arms around him, cuddling him closer than before.
As Christian cried Rob realized his hand was stroking the blonde's back underneath his t-shirt, and it felt good; velvety, smooth and firm with well-toned muscles. Christian's face was nuzzled into his neck now, and Rob stroked his hair with his other hand, running fingers through its silky, golden tresses. Seemingly of its own volition his hand moved down to his shoulder, massaging it gently. On down his side where he squeezed his waist. Rob groaned. Why was he doing this? He shouldn't be doing this. God it was driving him insane!
"Just hold me, Rob", the blond murmured. Shit, he couldn't carry on staying here, it would be so easy yet so unfair to take advantage of him while he was in such a distressed state, that was all it was, distress was the cause of Christian reaching up round his neck and pulling his mouth down to his. Christian didn't want or need any more complications in his life - the only fair thing to do would be to leave Christian here in the bed and he would sleep on the floor.
"Christian, no!" Rob gasped in between Christian's mouth assaulting his. "Now isn't right - you don't want to do this - I don't want to do this ..."
Christian pulled back sulkily.
"Don't you like me?" he admonished querulously.
"Yes, yes, I do - I like you very much. But right now you're upset and every emotion is being magnified. We don't want to wake up in the morning regretting anything."
Christian didn't speak, just stared straight into his eyes.
"OK," he admitted, but his eyes were pleading. "But don't leave me - stay with me, here in this bed. It's a double so there's no reason for you to sleep on the floor."
Rob sighed and lay back down.
"OK, then," but keep your hands to yourself - I'm delicate."
Christian almost smiled at that, before wearily closing his eyes. Within minutes they were both asleep, and this time Christian's dreams were not bad.
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Rob shifted his body, or tried to shift it, but it wouldn't move. And it wouldn't move because there was a body lying in his arms; a slightly bronzed smoothly sculpted body with a copious mane of tangled long blond hair which was fanned out across his bare shoulders and chest. He noticed Christian's t-shirt was missing, he must have gotten hot and removed it in the night.
Rob's heart did a little twitch as he quietly surveyed the sleeping blond in his arms; he looked so peaceful lying there, no worries lining his face as he slumbered. Hopefully all his fears and uncertainties has been assuaged and he could now live with himself. Rob fervently hoped so: Christian had had so little self-confidence and was ready to think the worst of himself at every moment. Christian shifted slightly in his sleep, tilting his head up so his face was turned toward Rob's. An overwhelming desire to kiss the pouting half-parted lips thunder-bolted through Rob, but he screwed his eyes shut tightly to quash the craving. Just 6 hours ago he'd admonished Christian for trying to seduce him; OK, so maybe it wasn't quite that, more like it was Christian thinking he had to repay Rob in some way, and sex was the only way he knew how.
An unbidden memory returned as he fought his inner battle against kissing Christian: it was of another morning on another day, when he'd woken up and kissed another blond who'd been sleeping in his arms. Rob felt a tinge of some feeling he couldn't quite identify as he remembered that good morning kiss he'd shared with Chris Jericho. And how he'd regretted calling Jericho "Christian" by mistake during their drunken passion in the elevator. Since then he'd hardly seen Y2J, and certainly not on such an intimate level, as Jericho had insisted their affair be just a one-off fun encounter so nobody would get hurt. Well, he hadn't got hurt - not really - it had just been, well, surprising to him. The stirring in his arms brought him back sharply to the present. He looked down and a pair of sleepy, hazel eyes were gazing absorbedly into his.
"Hi, Rob," Christian greeted him gently, a soft half-smile on his lovely face.
"Hi, Chris," Rob replied, then blushed as he realized "I mean, Christian."
Christian smiled while languidly stretching.
"That's OK, I often get called Chris for short, or even Chrissy ..."
Rob smiled uncertainly; he hadn't meant to shorten his name, it had been an accident. He'd just been so wrapped up in the past he'd said the first name that came into his head.
He watched Christian's muscles flexing and expanding as he stretched; the flawless skin tightening over his perfect chest and shoulders. The movement had caused the duvet to slide down to just below his tummy button, scarcely concealing his modesty. Rob then realized he'd been holding his breath at the beautiful sight before his eyes that was stretched out barely inches from him. His cock twitched its response inside his pants. Oh fuck - he had to get out of here before he was tempted to take advantage. He couldn't say "no" the night before, then change his mind first thing in the morning just because it was morning and he felt so fucking horny. His mind determined he sat up quickly and shot out of bed to the bathroom, not daring to glance in the blonde's direction in case his resolution dissolved. When he came back Christian was still lying there, arms outstretched above his head; totally uncaring that he was all but naked. Was he doing this on purpose? Rob felt so frustrated and turned-on at the sexy image before him he began to feel almost grouchy; and as he went to his bag to grab his towel he refused to look in Christian's direction, choosing to pretend to himself he wasn't there.
"Is there something wrong?" Christian asked innocently of Rob's departing back as he headed for the shower.
"No." came the quick reply. He just couldn't bear to be in the same room as the reclining blond, he would either give in to temptation and ravish him there and then, or just stand there and disgrace himself. He had to get to the shower, and quickly. He spotted Christian's frown as he determinedly shut the door and turned on the water full blast, sighing as it started to rush torrentially down on his extremely stimulated body.
With a sigh of relief he wrapped his hand round his cock and lovingly pulled on it, gathering the creamy, leaked stickiness at its tip as he pulled the lubricated skin upwards, stroking the aroused member in a vigorous rhythm as he leant his other hand against the tiled wall. Urgently he tugged on it, savoring the building climax escalating in his body. Behind his closed eyes the now ingrained image of a nearly naked Christian reclining on the bed fuelled his lust as he increased his pace on his throbbing member. Biting on his lip he concentrated on making no sound as he savagely jerked it to orgasm. He flung his head back and his knees weakened as his come spurted forcefully against the shower cubicle and trickled into the water at his feet. Gasping he stroked his dick a couple more times before it started softening; frowning as the mental image of Christian blurred with one of Chris Jericho. His sated brain was confused: why the hell did he think of him now? Maybe it was because the last time he'd come in a shower cubicle he'd been with Jericho ...
Physically satiated but mentally bewildered, he continued with the shower, trying in vain to see inside his own soul as he washed his hair and rubbed gel on his body. Rinsing it off again he angled the shower head toward the wall of the cubicle to sluice away the evidence of his activities, at the same time wishing all his uncertainties and confusion could swirl away as easily with the mixture of semen and water as they disappeared down the drain.
End Part 25