Title: You think you know me

Author: Angel Eterno

Rating: NC-17 - slash

Content: Slash

Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. They belong to WWF and Titan Sports. No copyright infringement intended.
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Christian was confident his prey had been hooked. He'd read it in the dark, brooding eyes that followed his progression up the ramp, and he'd certainly FELT it during that last pin. He'd had Raven all curled up with his legs almost round his shoulders, their crotches just rubbing together briefly as the ref did the 3-count. He flushed with desire at the memory of that close contact, and the surprise in Raven's dark eyes as they met his own. And he smirked at what he knew the WWFSML group must be thinking - if he were to check in a week from now the list would be overrun with erotic stories ... all about him. He liked that. The stories, especially the ones where he was partnered with a different colleague each night. That's why he (and some of the other guys) purposefully put themselves into such compromising positions.

On reaching the locker room he flung off his almost see-through black shirt and peeled off the tight pants - somehow they were fitting even snugger than normal. Carelessly he tied an orange towel loosely around his lower torso, ensuring it was draped just so - low enough to barely conceal his crotch area, and with a slit down the front slightly to the side to reveal one muscular leg - he had to look just right. He feigned surprise as his opponent of earlier burst through the door.

Raven's eyes were wild - Christian wondered for a second or two if he'd made a mistake, and the rumors about the newcomer were not true ... then the dark eyes closed a fraction and a smirk crossed the older man's face as he leisurely surveyed Christian's state of dress - or undress ...

"So what was all that crap in the ring about, Blondie?" he sneered, causing Christian to tighten his towel a fraction, nervously wondering what to expect. Tentatively he allowed his eyes to rove downwards, hesitating fractionally at the bulge in the front of Raven's jean cut-offs - no, no mistaking there - his actions had obviously produced some result. His confidence returned, he smiled slowly and seductively at Raven, pushing back an escaped strand of long blond hair before dropping the towel and turning into the nearest shower cubicle. Inside he held his breath - listening closely to hear if he were being followed. He could hear nothing, no soft footfall approaching the cubicle. He smiled to himself, sure that Raven was standing there at a loss as to what to do - maybe he'd never been approached so directly before.

As he worked the soapy bubbles into his tanned, firm body Christian remembered how he'd approached all the others - in almost exactly the same way. He'd always immensely enjoyed coming onto other wrestlers in the ring, teasing and torturing them with the movements of his body as he would "accidentally" press too closely, keenly observing their reactions. Some recoiled with horror (like Grandmasta and Malenko) - no way would they consider Christian's games. Others showed obvious confusion, despite being seemingly almost tempted; those ones normally disappeared totally without trace as soon as they were out of the ring. Most had reacted positively however, and post-match games were quick to follow.

Christian enjoyed the shower games most of all - especially when he knew his partner and long-time lover Edge would be in a separate match that evening and unlikely to find out about his partner's "misdemeanors". No, Christian didn't want Edge to be hurt, but even though, he couldn't stop the games, they didn't actually mean anything to him ... you could even call it an addiction - if he had just fought a guy he then felt the overwhelming urge to have sex with him afterwards. No, Edge must never find out.

What was with Raven, why was he taking so long? While waiting, Christian dreamed of what he would do to Raven once he arrived ... sensuously his long fingers smoothed the bubbles up his chest, splaying over his nipples. He half-closed his eyes, hoping Raven would choose any minute to make his entrance - as one hand massaged a downward trail to his dick. Finding the desired item, he stroked the slippery bubbles along its length, luxuriating in the rock hard edge of desire building up in his body - and imagining the fingers belonged to the man outside ...

Quickly he pulled himself together - he didn't want to cum already - he wanted to wait for Raven ... Irritated and beyond endurance now he pulled aside the curtain a fraction and peeked outside - where the fuck was he?? There was no sign of anyone anywhere ... In annoyance he called out his name - no answer - just his own voice echoing eerily round the empty shower area against the backdrop of the thundering shower. He must have worked Raven out wrong - he was obviously one of the confused, disappearing kind.

Disconcerted he ducked back inside - there was nothing else for it - he would just have to shower alone. He tilted his head back under the rushing water, his long blond hair cascading like a living fountain down his back. Grabbing the shampoo he lathered it up, rinsed and applied the extra-moisturizing conditioner, massaging from the roots to the ends of the golden tresses, the slickness feeling good to his touch. Now to comb it through ... oh shit! Where was the comb - it must have dropped on the floor ... He turned into the darker corner and peered onto the floor to see if it was there - then a sudden SWISH of the curtain made him jump. Wide eyed he turned around ...

Part Two

"Lost something, blondie?" the tousled-haired man asked, extending the missing comb toward him. The man was standing there, naked, with nothing but the comb and his own cascading curls. Christian just gawked speechlessly as his eyes took in the sight before him: the muscled body, long curling red hair with those cute blond highlights running through the front of it; the intriguing design of his tattoos ... and of course, there was no mistaking the newcomer's hardness as he stood before him - the unmistakable glistening of pre-cum shimmering at his tip ...

Christian said not one word as Raven stepped inside the cubicle to join him, gently pulling the curtain tight across the entrance behind him. Raven said not one word either, just stared deeply into Christian's lust-filled eyes, mesmerizing him with his own dark ones, before slowly reaching toward him with both arms, gently turning him around till he faced the wall. Shit, he doesn't waste much time, thought Christian; waiting for the press of Raven's hard body against his own. It didn't come. Instead he felt his hair being lifted as the comb started to tug at the ends, gently teasing out the knots at the bottom before rising to the top and sliding the conditioner gently through to the ends. For some couple of minutes Christian just stood still, hardly daring to breathe as the comb made its way round until all of his hair was free of knots and hanging sleekly down his back and across his bare shoulders. His hairdresser took his shoulders again, strong hands maneuvering him around until he was facing him once more; caressingly he ran his fingers through the slippery locks, as if checking he'd done a good job. Christian dared to look into those eyes again, still dark, brooding almost - he could feel himself drowning in their depths ...

His fingers slick from the deep conditioner, Raven idly slid them down Christian's chest, all the while studying him intently; lingering carefully over his nipples - rubbing them both gently while Christian could only moan at this teasing. He felt he would burst with the desire to cum ... Reaching out he wrapped both his arms round Raven's neck, pulling him close. Hungrily he pressed his mouth to Raven's waiting for him to respond the same. For a second it seemed he wouldn't - then he felt Raven's hands go each side of his face, his mouth opening against his, and a hot moist tongue probing deeply inside. Clinging tightly he savored every movement of Raven's tongue as it plundered deep within his hungry mouth, joining it with his own.

The mixture of conditioner and shower gel combined together to make both their bodies slick as they slid sensuously against each other, skin against skin. Christian gasped in delight at Raven's hands meandering over his wet body, groaned his lust at the hardness probing against him, demanding attention. Christian ran his hands over Raven's muscled body, gathering some gel before sliding one down to encompass his engorged cock. Urgently he stroked and pumped, the gasps of desire coming from Raven turning him on even more - he could feel Raven's dick swelling even more with the fluid building up inside, and knew it would be only a matter of seconds before Raven came - but he wanted him to come inside him. Tearing his mouth from Raven's he stopped pumping.

"Want you inside me - fuck me - now ....." he gasped out.

Raven still said nothing, but the desire was plain in his eyes as he watched the beautiful blond turn around to face the shower wall. Roughly he pushed him closely against it, while inserting his hardness at Christian's tight entrance. With surprising tenderness Christian felt Raven push his tip gently inside, just a quarter inch at a time, so as not to hurt him. He forced himself to relax as Raven pushed deeper and deeper inside him. It was agonizing and beautiful; excruciating pleasure as Raven found his sweet spot and angled to thrust against it again and again - at first slowly and gently, then harder and more swiftly he drove in and out of him as his orgasm started to build. Putting one gel-slick hand round Christian's cock he pumped him in rhythm to his strokes as they edged swiftly toward their climax. God it felt so good! One last push and the sudden hot rush of Raven's seed filling him sent Christian over the edge as in a blinding ecstasy he screamed his release.

Exhausted they collapsed together against the wall, Raven still inside Christian as their breathing gradually normalized.

"Shit, that was hot!" Christian panted.

Raven said nothing, just continued to breathe heavily against the younger man's neck as his heart slowly ceased its erratic pounding. Slowly he exhaled and pulled out of Christian, leaning back against the wall and slowly sliding down its smooth tiled surface. Strangely it reminded Christian of Raven's ECW days when he would sit and sulk in the corner of the ring - and he found it endearing. He almost expected him to murmur "Quote the Raven, nevermore"... Smiling sultrily at his new lover, he knelt before him and traced a finger along the outlines of his pentacle tattoo - lingering lovingly on each hieroglyphic. It might well be fun to play with this one quite a few more times - and his mind wandered as he mentally envisaged what story he would write out tonight for the WWFSML group - he had to use imagery, plenty of imagery, the ladies liked that ...

A voice suddenly forced him back to the present - back to reality - it was Raven's voice mumbling that he had to finish his shower and go ... and would that be OK with him? And yeah, he'd really like to do this again sometime ... Christian blinked in his direction - yeah, that was OK - and yeah - it would be fun to do it again sometime. Sweetly he smiled at the dark-haired man before leaning over to kiss him tenderly. Raven was up on his feet again and wrapped his arms round Christian's waist - he sure would like to do this again. What could be better? No commitments - no ties - just sex and fulfillment - what more could a guy ask? Grinning in return, he kissed Christian back, a lingering kiss with the promise of more to come in the future ... at a time to suit them both.

Christian dressed while Raven finished his shower, going over in his mind the words he would type into his computer. So engrossed was he in this task he barely noticed Raven stepping out of the shower and quietly drying himself off and dressing into his street gear. Until Raven placed an arm casually round his shoulder and sought his mouth once more.

"See ya, Blondie", he said before disappearing through the locker room door and into the corridor beyond.

Christian smiled devilishly. "Yeah, see ya, Raven," he murmured after he was gone. And turned back to packing his holdall. Just in time, Raven had gone before his boyfriend Edge returned from the ring.

He was startled by a sudden voice in his ear. Spinning round he met the cool eyes of Edge, his partner. Wide-eyed he could only stare at him. How long had he been there? Had he been there all the time and witnessed his liaison with Raven? Christian dared not speak, could not speak. But Edge was smiling, sure there was a strange look in his eyes, but he was smiling - and so was Rhyno who was stood behind him.

"I said is everything OK, Chrissie?" Edge repeated his previous words.

"Yes, yes ... everything's fine ..." Christian stammered out, his eyes meeting the studious ones of Rhyno who was standing close to Edge, as though hanging on his every word.

"You and Raven seem quite friendly," Edge continued, "Quite close even..." he persisted.

"Erm, yes?" Christian fiddled with his hair nervously as Edge leaned in closer. "I know what you did."

Christian stared in startled dismay at Edge.

"You do? And you don't mind?"

Edge smiled.

"I've always known - about all of them, not just him. And about your writing on that list. You must be careful when copying and pasting - the copied text remains in the computer's memory even when you've shut a document down and go into e-mails. I got quite a shock when I accidentally hit the paste option quite forgetting I hadn't pressed the copy option first. But you see it doesn't worry me at all, especially now ... you see - I haven't known quite how to tell you this - but Rhyno and I have been an item for quite some time - it wasn't anything serious at first, but now it is, and we'd like to be together, well, more permanently if you see what I mean ..."

Turning, Edge put an arm round Rhyno's shoulders and they both walked away out of the locker room leaving him standing there in disbelief as his whole world started falling apart.

Christian swallowed hard - words would not come to him. He'd been prepared for Edge to be mad, upset, go crazy, maybe even cry - but not this. He decided he didn't feel like writing up his memoirs on the list now, somehow things just didn't seem the same ... He'd thought he knew Edge so well, but realized now there'd been little things he'd missed along the way, and he didn't know him at all.