Title: The Liberator

Part 8

Author: Angel Eterno

Rating: NC-17 - slash

Content: Slash, Romance, Abuse

Part 9

Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. They belong to WWF and Titan Sports. No copyright infringement intended.
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The unforgiving hardness of the floor woke Rob up. He grimaced as he stretched his spine out full length, blinking against the bright crack of sunlight squeezing into the room through a chink in the curtain. Fuzzily he wondered how he'd ended up on the floor, remembered, and looked toward the bed. It was empty. Bolting upright he rubbed his hand over his eyes and blinked at the flawlessly made bed. There was no sign that anybody had even spent the night there. Wincing, he hauled himself to his feet and limped toward the bathroom. He must have slept awkwardly because his leg hurt like hell.

The bathroom was likewise empty. Rob frowned his puzzlement. He knew he hadn't dreamed or imagined it, Christian had been here; only there was no clue to another human having shared the room at all last night. After a cursory look around the room to see if there was a note, Rob sighed and shook his head. Irritated, he switched on the shower and resolved to think no more about it. If that was the way Christian wanted to play it - so be it.

*****

Christian's disappearance had irked him. He didn't feel like breakfast so headed straight for the nearest gym instead. Opening the door he walked up to the reception and signed himself in, ignoring the interested coquettish glances sent his direction by the pretty receptionist. He walked along the corridor to the changing room where users left their bags and shower stuff, bumping into the imposing form of Booker T on his way out. The big man wore a look of disbelief on his face.

"Wouldn't go in there, Dude," he offered, shaking his head.

"Why not?"

"I just wouldn't, not if you want to stay sane!" he flung over his shoulder on the way down the corridor.

Puzzled, Rob pushed his way in anyway, thinking he'd witnessed so much insanity the last couple days maybe whatever was lurking within wouldn't affect him too much. As the door closed behind him he could have sworn he heard Booker calling out "Sucka!"

He looked cautiously around, maybe there was a drunk propped in the corner, or someone had worked out so hard they'd made themselves sick - but there was no sign of anything or anyone. Then he heard it. A low wailing, or was it a moaning? coming from one of the shower cubicles. Curious, he padded softly toward the source of noise. There was more than one person moaning in there - obviously two of the guys making out in the shower after their workout. Despite himself a slow smile crept across his face. Well, at least somebody (or bodies) were happy. Then he heard their words, and recognized their voices.

"Oh god, yes! Yes! Oh fuck! I so totally love you - "

"So fucking hot .... Yeah baby, come for me ..."

"Oh shit, harder, more, fuck me harder - OH SHIT!!!!"

Rob's earlier smirk froze on his face as the two voices rose in crescendo, their orgasms fast approaching. A last scream of release and all fell silent. He didn't stick around for the lovers to emerge. Quickly he dumped his bag on one of the benches and headed quickly for the gym.

Inside he worked out his anger and frustrations on the equipment, purposely choosing the heaviest weights to punish his body. He was on the Lateral Pulldown when he noticed the two individuals leaving the building, as physically close as they could manage to get to each other without actually embracing. Their long blond hair was freshly washed and damp still, as they blissfully headed toward the exit.

"Yeah," Rob thought to himself cynically, Booker was sure right about me: "Sucka!"

End Part 8