Title: The Liberator
Part 29
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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He opened the hotel room door and blinked at the dimness; dim that was
except for the astral glow of four tall, slender candles placed carefully on
the table, surrounding a bottle of expensive looking white wine. Peering
toward the flickering light he slowly made his way over - there was no sign
of Christian - surely he hadn't gone out and left all these candles burning?
As he approached the bedroom there was another glow within, accompanied by
the relaxing scent of lavender and lilac, a faint whiff of sulphur from the
match that had lit it; the match still in the hand of the person who
suddenly stood upright, turning to face him. The soothing lavender seemed to
have worked its magic on Christian already - the countenance gazing into his
was totally relaxed with a soft smile playing upon it, illuminating his
features with an essence of the surreal. He wore a pure white shirt with
deep frills over tight black pants, which Rob vaguely recognized from
pictures of Christian during his Brood days; the long fancy shirt was
casually unbuttoned, exposing a firm, tanned chest. He looked so much like
an angel standing there with his freshly washed, fluffy golden hair framing
his face that Rob was almost tempted to stride over and take him in his
arms, running his fingers down his back to check for sprouting wings.
He did neither of those things. Instead he just stared enchanted at the
beautiful vision before him, unable to breathe a word. Fortunately Christian
still possessed the power of speech and smiled at Rob's wonder. He wore a
distinctly amused expression as he glided past Rob into the dining area, all
Rob could do was turn and gawp after his gracefully retreating body, the
loose shirt sashaying like the flimsiest of pure spun silk in a summer's
night breeze.
Rob followed as if caught in a dream, he could utter not one word, watching
in fascination as Christian started laying out white napkins either side of
the table. Christian still wore his amused expression, a smile fluttering at
his lips as he occasionally sneaked a glance at Rob. Finally satisfied that
the layout of the table appeared as he wished it, Christian straightened up
and sauntered over to where Rob was standing like a brain-washed zombie.
He gazed deeply into Rob's eyes, his tongue flicking to moisten his lips.
"You like what you see?" his voice husky.
Rob croaked - his voice all but vanished, then coughed, hoping he hadn't
destroyed the enchantment that had sprung within these four walls.
"It looks great, Christian . you look . what's going on in here? Why have
you done this?"
Christian refused to let Rob destroy the atmosphere.
"I'm celebrating."
"Celebrating what?"
Rob realized all the weariness and worry had fallen from Christian's face
that evening, making him appear almost child-like. He was smiling
contentedly.
"The tag-team of Edge & Christian are to be split up - next week I'm to turn
on Edge and become a heel . I won't have to work so closely with him ever
again . Rob - " he took Rob's hand in both his and squeezed it tight "I'm
free!"
Christian's barely-concealed joy proved infectious, and soon Rob was
grinning delightedly.
"Oh shit! I mean, oh fuck! That's fucking great, Christian! Thank god it's
really happening at last .." His words faltered as Christian's smile faded
to be replaced by a slightly apprehensive expression. "You are happy,
aren't you?" He'd sure looked happy and serene when Rob had first come in.
Christian nodded.
"Yes, of course, I am. it just seems so strange - the feeling that Edge and
I won't be an item any more - we were together a long time - even though he
did ." Christian broke off, stared wide-eyed at Rob, then began smiling once
more - his whole face aglow with radiance at this new discovery of
long-awaited freedom.
"All I have to do is one more match . where I ultimately turn heel and hit
him with a chair - and that's the end . it really is the end ." his
gently-spoken words faded into the darkness of the night, soft like angels'
whispers drifting through the stillness of the air. The atmosphere was
tangible, the heady combination of relief and joy reaching out to touch Rob
as he in turn reached out to touch Christian; then as if unsure how this
reaction would be received he withdrew his hand, moving slightly away.
Christian had no qualms however, as he slowly covered the short distance
between them until he stood directly in front of the other man. Reaching
round Rob's neck he just lay his head gently against Rob's shoulder and
closed his eyes for what seemed like an eternity; neither man daring draw
breath for fear of shattering the poignancy of the moment.
Christian half-expected Rob to pull himself away from the touch, as he
always had before. So was elated when he felt two strong arms snake around
his waist, pulling him closer. His half parted lips smiled even more as
Rob's hand went up to caress his head, tangling in his hair. His body
appeared to be in auto-motion as slowly he turned his head to face Rob,
whose head was also turning at exactly the same moment. It was the most
natural thing in the world that their lips should meet, fleetingly
experimental at first, as if each feared excessive contact might harm or
scare the other. Exhilarating delirium flooded Christian's body, frozen to
the spot as Rob's mouth slowly increased its pressure and his tongue slipped
inside to taste and mingle with his. He responded in kind, winding his arms
tighter around Rob's neck, meshing their hardening bodies close, converging
into one. As they swayed together, Rob sensed the younger man's increasing
excitement and groaned his agony. His brain still insistent that maybe this
was too soon for Christian . but his body betraying him as he tried to quell
his escalating desire. Forcibly he stilled his persisting doubts - he had no
choice but surrender to the powerful emotions and need coursing strongly
through his body, so acutely conscious was his whole being of the other
man's close proximity.
Rob pulled away momentarily, and the dismay in Christian's eyes was
tangible, until Rob took one of his hands in his own and drew him toward the
bedroom with it's one scented candle and silvered rays of moonlight
infiltrating the room with their celestial glow. As one they stood beside
the bed and Rob drew Christian close once more, pushing his hands under the
soft white shirt to massage his aching flesh. Christian half stepped back
without breaking the kiss, simultaneously unbuttoning the shirt. Rob slipped
it off his shoulders where it fell forgotten to the floor. Christian's
fervent hands pulled up Rob's t-shirt, sliding it easily over his head; and
seeking Rob's chest he splayed his hands over and around it, as though he
couldn't make enough contact. Nervous excitement fluttered in Rob's stomach
as he unbuttoned the blonde's jeans, pushing them down his legs to join the
abandoned shirt on the floor - his heart somersaulting when he observed he
wore nothing beneath. His own trousers and boxers soon followed the rest of
the discarded clothing as with great care he pressed Christian down onto the
bed, laying his own body closely beside him, his beating heart and throbbing
groin a potent precursor of the delight they were soon destined to share.
Their tongues coiled and intertwined as their hips moved together urgently;
and in the dappled moonlight they lost themselves in the tenderness of their
kiss and the fusion of their bodies.
End Part 29