Title: The Liberator

Part 30

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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The moon's rays had been replaced by the first watery glimpses of sunshine. Drowsily Rob turned his head to face the one laid on the pillow beside him, resting against his arm. Christian was still sleeping - and Rob smiled tenderly as with his free hand he carefully brushed a tendril of blonde silk from the beloved peaceful face. Sleepily the eyes opened a crack as Christian gazed with a loving sweetness into Rob's eyes. Impulsively Rob kissed him and the eyes widened.

"Morning, gorgeous."

"Morning, yourself" Christian replied, wrapping both arms round Rob's neck and kissing him back. Rob reciprocated and soon they were both breathless.

"Are you alright" Rob asked softly as he stroked Christian's face. He'd asked for a particular reason, as last night Christian had cried softly in his arms before falling asleep.

During their lovemaking he had noticed him flinch just before he entered him.

"I'll be gentle," He had reassured him, fully aware how Edge had made him suffer.

And he had been as good as his word as he took his time to gently encourage Christian so he should feel no pain in a loving relationship, only warmth and joy. And as hard as he found it to control his own powerfully surging emotions and desire, he had continued slowly but surely to prepare Christian for his first normal sexual encounter within a normal, healthy relationship. He remembered whispering in his ear:

"I don't want you to be scared of pain, I need you to want me ."

And Christian had responded by crying out:

"I do want you, I want you now . please, Rob . NOW!" he'd gasped out the last word and with infinite tenderness Rob guided him toward his climax - the plaintive cries of Christian's release quickly bringing about his own.

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Soft kisses raining on his face and neck brought him back to the present, and the beautiful blond who was plastering him with the evidence of his love and gratitude. Rob was aware of the familiar warmth flooding him as Christian's insistence soon had him gasping his name.

Christian showed no hesitation or fear of pain this time, as perched astraddle Rob's hips he carefully lowered himself down on Rob's engorged shaft, sliding himself sinuously up and down its satined length as Rob could only grip his hips and groan out loud. Swiftly and noisily they both reached their orgasms simultaneously and Christian slumped forward exhausted on Rob's chest. Rob half-amused and half-distressed that Christian was crying again. Compassion swept over him as he enfolded the sobbing blonde in his arms.

"I still can't believe it didn't hurt."

Rob winced at the remembrance of Christian's past agonies induced by Edge.

"It shouldn't do, not when done properly. Christian, did he always hurt you?"

"I thought it always hurt ." came Christian's evasive reply; that in itself was the answer.

What once were tears of sorrow metamorphosed into tears of relief, and Rob was content holding Christian tightly against him as he allowed those last tears their freedom.

"At least you don't have to suffer that any more. never again ." he whispered against the fluffy blond hair, aware of a pricking at his own eyelids.


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Epilog
Two weeks later.

Vince had been pleased - no, Vince had been ecstatic. The whole shoot had gone fantastically well - even better than he'd imagined. It was almost as though the whole scenario were for real - the savagery Christian had displayed as he'd performed that conchairto on Edge was only marginally superseded by the gloating snarl on his face as he'd informed Edge their partnership was over.

With a big grin on his face at the extent of the crowd's awe-struck reaction, Vince resolved to go immediately to the locker room to congratulate the new "Heel". But having reached the locker-room, he discovered it to be locked shut, with tell-tale groans and moans emanating from within. He let his raised fist fall back to his side, maybe he wouldn't knock just now, who knew what he might be disturbing.

It was half an hour later that the locker room door opened, and two men stepped out into the corridor, as they walked along it they needed to pass another locker room, and that door was locked also. The sounds from within sounded a little strange and both men's eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement as the weird noises drifted out to them. Then realization struck the man with darker hair caught up in a ponytail and he grinned delightedly at his blond companion. They didn't mean to eavesdrop, but nevertheless both sets of ears inched a little closer to the locked door .

"OWW!"

*WHACK*

"Oh shit!"

*SMACK*

"Fuck ..!"

*LASH*

"More!"

*CLASH*

"Harder! Hurt me!"

*SLAP*

"Stick it in me! Oh FUCK!!!! Oooooohhh.."

The moaning died away and Christian stared at Rob in disbelief.

"That sounded like Edge! Whose locker-room is that?"

"It's an ECW locker-room." Rob nodded sagely. "And it's probably better you don't ask any more."

Christian looked puzzled but consented, then trotted along after Rob, who was trying to act as emotionless as Lance Storm.


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The departing wrestlers were so engrossed in the activities in the locker room, then each other, that they never noticed two others staring after them.

The one with the short dark hair wore a look of complete satisfaction on his handsome face as he gazed after the two lovers. The other with long blond hair turned to observe his companion.

"I think you worked that out good, Shane", he congratulated the heir.

"Oh I don't know, I only suggested to Dad what he already knew and had planned anyway."

"Yeah, but if it hadn't been for you intervening, it wouldn't have happened quite yet - and Christian would still be suffering."

"Well, maybe. Anyways, Ayatollah," he stressed the nick-name. "What say you we disappear to the bar for a couple of drinks before finding dinner?"

Chris shook back his blond hair and grinned at Vince's son.

"OK, Liberator, you're the boss, I'll do whatever you say!"

The stress on both words was not lost on Shane as he found himself mesmerized by those sapphire pools - maybe this would prove a very interesting evening after all.



THE END