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Titolo: Who have I become?
Fandom: All Elite Wrestling
Personaggi: Wheeler Yuta, Claudio Castagnoli, Jon Moxley,
Warnings: Omega verse!au
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Prompt: 10. “You don’t have doubts. You just don’t want to kill the only thing left of someone you loved. Don’t do it.” (Robert Chase, House MD)
Yuta looked at himself in the mirror: he couldn't recognize who the person looking back at him was. The image in the mirror seemed like a ghost of the boy he had been up to some weeks ago.
He was pale, the beard was longer than usual and he should really cut it, but he didn't care at the moment. The dark circles under his eyes told how much he hadn't been sleeping lately. If he had at all, it had been because his stablemates had gotten really worried and had forced him to lay next to them. With their warmth, he had been able to sleep some hours, but he didn't want to be a burden, so it could pass even weeks before he asked them for help or they would force him.
His gaze wandered down, apart from the long beard, and his skin being pale, his face was still quite round. Even with everything that had been happening lately, he had still eaten plenty, so he hadn't lost weight.
The gaze stopped on his neck and there, on the right side, in the middle, there it was: the mark Bryan had given him two and a half months ago.
Little Yuta brought a hand on the mark, slowly caressed it and scratched it slightly.
He didn’t want to suffer anymore; that bite was the only thing still connecting him to the American Dragon and he had been a fool when Bryan had asked him permission to bite him… he had really thought it meant something to his alpha, that was the mark which stated he was Bryan's.
The bite had meant everything to Wheeler, after being with Best Friends he had thought he had found someone he would really love and from whom he'd be really beloved.
He had been such a fool and now? Now he was paying the consequences of that decision. The American Dragon had, seemingly, lost interest in him, chasing after Daniel Garcia instead.
- “You don’t have doubts. You just don’t want to kill the only thing left of someone you loved. Don’t do it.” -
A voice in his head told him not to do it, to wait, maybe Bryan would understand what he had been doing to him lately.
He had no doubts anymore though, because Bryan hadn’t been looking anymore at him.
He closed his eyes, as he dug more with his nails in the flesh of his neck. He wanted that bite to be away, he was suffering too much, he couldn't stand anymore being attached to Bryan by that, when the Alpha wasn't interested in him anymore.
- "Who would ever want to stay with an Omega like you? You are so pathetic! You won't find anyone. And don't dare crying, I'm just stating the truth." -
Those words echoed in his mind, as Wheeler dug deeper, scratched harder, until he felt a sharp pain under his fingers. He slowly opened his eyes and now he could clearly see blood dripping from the wound. He let out a painful moan, biting his lower lip: he wasn't sure it worked, but for now he needed to seek his teammate's help.
He washed his hands, letting the blood still drip from the wound: he needed to be taken care of, he didn't want to do everything alone. As he got out of the bathroom and his bedroom at last, he thought for one second whom he could go to. He looked at the hallway: Claudio's room was the nearest, so he slowly walked there, knocking on the door.
He didn't receive any answer: what if Claudio was asleep? Or streaming?
- Leave him alone, he is probably busy. You don't want to burden him with your problems, do you? -
His right hand went to the doorknob and as he pushed it down, the door opened itself for him. He didn't expect it, and he peeked inside, noticing directly the setup for the streaming.
Wanting to go out to go to Regal or Mox, Yuta walked back, until he stopped, hearing what Claudio was saying.
"Guys I'm sorry, but that's it from me today! I'll see you next time and thanks for tuning in."
Claudio had planned to stream more, but even if he hadn't really seen Yuta, he had smelled his scent when he had opened the door. He turned around on his gaming chair to face Wheeler, after having stopped the streaming and shut off everything.
His scent was different that day, living with him for so much time had gotten him used to it, even when Bryan had claimed him as his, not too long ago.
"Claudio I… I'm sorry, you didn't have to stop the streaming for me!"
He hesitated for a moment, as he saw the alpha deny with his head and pat on his legs, to invite him to sit there.
"It's okay Yoots, your well-being is way more important than my streamings. Come here."
Claudio had always been so kind and sweet with him, the Swiss was definitely different than Bryan. Had he fallen in love with the wrong alpha all that long? The little omega walked slowly towards Claudio, setting himself with the legs on each side of his, hiding his face into his neck.
The Swiss started caressing him lightly, first the back of his head, combing his hair, going slowly down his neck. There, at a certain point, he felt something wetting his fingers, and Yoots wincing of pain. He took a look at his hand, there was some blood on it, his gaze went over his whole features: was that the spot where Bryan had bitten him?
"Yoots… what happened?"
He asked softly, trying not to panic: had he been suffering so much that he had tried to erase it? To the point where he had been bleeding?
"I'm done… I can't take this anymore. I am a ghost of what I was before, Bryan is…" How could he even say it without being too tragic? "It's like Bryan is slowly killing me, Claudio. If… if he isn't interested anymore, then it makes no sense to keep it going. I can't go on suffering like this." He clenched a hand on the Alpha’s t-shirt. “If I go on like this, it could lead me to death. It’s rejection and it’ll only get worse. I don’t want to get to that extreme point.”
Yuta started sobbing at his own words, deep down he probably didn't want to leave Bryan, but he couldn't go on like that.
Claudio closed his eyes, angry. How could Bryan make his omega suffer like that? How could he be so oblivious to the pain little Yuta was feeling at that moment? The bite did connect them, he had to feel what Yuta had felt up until that moment. The alpha let out a small amount of pheromones, hoping to be able to calm the omega in his lap, down.
"Should we go to your nest? I'll take care of your wound, maybe Jon and Regal can join us too, if you want. I'll take good care of you, Yoots, don't worry."
He couldn't do much with Bryan, apart from trying to convince him to stop all the nonsense, but he could definitely help Wheeler out and he would do it, no matter what.
There was something wrong with the wound and he knew it, Yuta was losing too much blood, that was what was really scaring Claudio. The omega nodded at his question, now his nest didn't even have things that reminded him of Bryan, but the alpha hadn't even noticed that detail. Claudio took the phone and sent a message to the group chat he only had with Mox and Regal: they had made it since Yuta had started feeling sick, Bryan didn't need to know what they were discussing there.
~ Guys, please come to Yuta's nest. He has come to the point where he tried to erase Bryan's bite… I want to take care of him, but I need you there to stay with him while I get the things to patch him up. I don't want to leave him alone, he may do it another time. ~
He didn't add that he was bleeding, he could already imagine Mox wanting to kill Bryan, and honestly… he had all the good reasons, after what happened.
~ I am going to kill Bryan… ~
Was the only answer Mox gave. Regal instead wrote that he would be there in about ten minutes, he was still on the road. Okay, Claudio could make it work within ten minutes, Regal surely knew more than him and Mox, but the Swiss knew he had to do something to stop the bleeding as soon as possible.
He stood up, Yoots now bridal style in his arms, he slowly left his room, to go to the shared one, where one of the nests were. Normally the omega had one in his room, but for situations like those, they would usually use the other one.
When they reached that room, Jon was already there, pacing around the nest, fidgeting. He knew he had to calm down, it wasn't good to stay so irritated around him, but he couldn't help it. As Claudio opened the door, Mox stopped on his tracks and looked their way: the blood dripping from the wound was making him go feral. That was all Bryan's fault. Wheeler shouldn't even be in that situation and it had all gone out of hand.
Claudio shot him a look that pretty much asked him to stay calm, he knew perfectly well it was difficult, but Yuta didn't need him to be out of his mind. Jon in response bit his lower lip, hid his face behind a hand, and with the other motioned for Claudio to set the little omega down. As the Swiss did it very carefully, Mox finally laid down as well, behind him, a hand carefully bringing him as near to his chest as possible.
"Keep an eye on him, please."
Claudio was a bit concerned, he could understand how much Jon was angry and he needed to focus on the pup who was in his arms though. From the other alpha came a grunt and a move of one hand, motioning him to just go.
"I will. Go and take what you need."
Jon sighed and let out a bit of pheromones, to have Yuta stay calm there with him. He slowly caressed his back with little circles, not really understanding how Bryan could have ever thought of treating him like that. The omega between his arms had been madly in love with Bryan, had accepted getting bitten by him, and now the American Dragon had been an asshole for way too much.
Wheeler closed his eyes, letting Jon try to soothe him with the back rubs. He loved those touches, they were normally always relaxing, but at the moment he felt like he was relaxing a bit too much and his mind started wandering where it shouldn't have.
"Yoots… calm down, Claudio is coming back soon, okay?" -
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Titolo: Full of regrets
Fandom: All Elite Wrestling
Personaggi: Daniel Garcia, Bryan Danielson, Daddy Magic
Warning: What!if
Wordcount: 2045
Prompt: 66. Rimorso
As Bryan is finally able to lock in the Lebell Lock once again, Daniel can't get out of it this time. As much as he struggles and tries to keep staying alive, that submission hold is too much for his body and it's not much before he actually sees black and he is out for some seconds.
He can hardly feel Aubrey try to see if he can move, but as he slowly comes back to reality, the bell rings and he has lost. Bryan still keeps the submission for some seconds and once Daniel is finally free, he can lay on his back, looking up towards the American Dragon. He hates seeing him standing there, taking in the chants, his music deafening his ears even over the screaming fans. Daniel lays there and he feels humiliated; he feels the weight of all the losses he has sustained ever since he turned down the offer of joining Blackpool Combat Club.
Bryan, instead of taking his hand, spits on him and that angers Daniel, it humiliates him so much more and regret settles in his heart, squeezing it so hard Danny almost feels it impossible to breathe.
If he looks back to that damned day, maybe he should have taken the offer. Maybe like that, he wouldn't be on such a long losing streak and he doesn't deserve that. He rolls to the outside, gives his back to a cheering Dragon, covering his eyes with both hands. It shouldn't have gone like that, he has now understood that he is not a stupid Sports Entertainer, instead he is a professional wrestler.
He hates the feeling settling around his heart: it should be warm, but it's cold as ice instead.
“Bryan…”
That name escapes from his lips in a whimper and for a second he wonders if his opponent has heard it, since he was walking behind him at that same moment.
He can see Bryan go on to the turnbuckle and celebrate, but he can see a clear smirk on his lips.
Daniel flips him off and struggles backstage with help from Daddy Magic, breathing still heavily.
“It's okay, you wrestled a good match, Danny.” Matt tries to calm and soothe him as he helps him to the back.
“No Matt… I lost. This match… this match was so important to me and I just blew it.” Daniel closes a hand to a fist, the other rubbing his face. If he is lucky, he can still find Bryan somewhere, he doesn't really want to go to the Blackpool Combat Club's locker room. “Go on ahead without me, I'll meet you later at the hotel.” He needs to find Bryan and if he tells Daddy Magic… he is not gonna allow it.
“...” Menard looks at him for some moments before sighing and patting him on the shoulder. “Don't take too much, Danny.”
Daniel waits until Matt is out of sight and he goes on his own path, which leads him near doc Sampson's office. He is not sure the American Dragon has really stopped there, but it is definitely worth a try.
He sighs as he finds it empty, but he has only the time to actually get back out, before he catches glimpses of chains on a ring gear. He hates how he finds himself hinting at a smile while he hurries to reach Bryan: since when has he started to feel once again like that towards that old guy?
He shakes his head to get those thoughts away, walking faster to reach him before he could disappear in his locker room.
It is pure instinct what makes him just grab Bryan's arm, without even announcing himself. The response he gets is a yank in surprise, but his grip is firm and Danielson doesn't fight him more than that. His uncovered eye doesn't show any surprise, the gaze is cold on Danny's skin. Indifference… that emotion is not what Danny would want from Bryan, but he gets that months ago he has been a fool and now he is basically crawling to him desperate.
“What-” The older man doesn't get a chance to finish his question, since Danny speaks.
“Can we speak for a moment, Bryan? Not here and not in your locker room. Us two alone, I'm not going to attack you. I just need to speak with you.” Daniel fears that if he lets go of Bryan's arm, the American Dragon will just walk away and let him there alone.
“Fine.”
Bryan hasn’t had much time to reflect on his own actions after the match, but he is still feeling the weight of what has happened more than a year ago. He follows Daniel into an empty room, sitting on a bench, while the ex member of the JAS still stands next to the door.
Bryan brings his elbows on his knees, resting his chin on his hands, which are closed to fists. He eyes Daniel, who seems to be tense and once again, in contrast to when they were in the ring, he isn't looking at him. Every fiber in Daniel's body is tense and Bryan could swear the younger man is biting his lower lip.
The silence is deafening and it only fuels memories which Bryan's head has already brought back before and during the match they had just minutes ago. That belt to his head, Daniel's choice to stay and follow Chris Jericho, instead of joining him and BCC. The American Dragon still thinks the younger man has made a huge mistake: even after more than one year, he can see how much Danny is struggling. He is slowly growing impatient: he just wants to take a shower and go back to the hotel to sleep, so he doesn't really have much time for him.
“You either speak, or I'm out. I haven't followed you only to not clear anything, Danny.” Bryan can't stand that silence anymore, Garcia is wasting his time and the more they stay in the same room, the more memories come back to his mind.
“Wh- no, please. Okay, I'll speak!” Daniel took a deep breath, trying to calm down his heart for a moment. “I made a mistake that day. A huge mistake which I still pay for.”
“A mistake you say?” Bryan chuckles at that and Daniel hates it: the American Dragon isn't really trusting him. “You had your chance, Daniel. You blew it and still decided to go after Jericho.” Bryan looks up and Daniel isn't looking at him. He sighs and stands up, reaching the younger boy.
“I know I made a mistake and I want to patch everything up.” Danny's breath gets heavier as Bryan steps closer to him. Maybe the older man will grab his chin once again, forcing him to look at him…
"Well..." Bryan sighs and shakes his head for a moment, looking at him from head to toe. His head suddenly pulses, hurts, the phantom pain from getting hit with that belt still vivid in him. "I think you made things very clear that time..." He gets nervous, because Danny is still avoiding his gaze and that is something he doesn't like. He is forced to grab his chin, almost painfully, forcing him to look into his eyes. "I already told you this, Daniel: look at me when I talk to you!" They are completely alone in that room, there isn't really the need of actually scream, but it has normally more effect.
"I was..." Daniel gulps, the grip painful, but doesn't try to get out of it. Even through the pain, that touch is somewhat a relief for him. "I was another person back then." He was blind, followed Jericho blindly, but now he is - once again - searching for his true identity. "Jericho brainwashed me and now I really understand I was stupid enough to let him do it." He almost whimpers, but the only sound which leaves his lips is rattled and he can't go on.
"At that time you decided someone like Jericho was more important. You have always said I am your hero, but when you actually had the opportunity to join forces with me, you just turned your back to me." Bryan's voice is as cold as it can get and it hurts Danny so much. "I have got no problem with that: there is someone else who is profiting from my experience and will do it as much as I will actually still wrestle." Bryan can see that Daniel's eyes become watery, but he is not done and at this point... it doesn't matter anymore to him.
"Please Bryan..." The younger man has to hold back a whimper to not appear as desperate as he is, but before he can add anything else, the American Dragon cuts him off once again.
"Save yourself this pathetic pleading. It took you more than a year to understand your moves and you woke up now just because you know I am about to leave full time wrestling? We don't need someone like that, Danny. We are searching for someone to build the new BCC's generation and even if I welcome you in, who can tell me that you won't flip the others off once I am gone?" He loosen his grip on his jaw, sighing deeply. "When I offered you a spot in our stable... I was sure you had the guts to be with us, I as sure you could make it through the harsh training we do daily. You could have become someone better, Danny, I can assure you that. Instead, you chose your own path and to actually still be a Sports Entertainer. We don't have place for that here. You either become serious, act like a real wrestler, or I am sorry, but we'll just keep Wheeler and forge him like we already had in mind." He doesn't care anymore about name dropping their youngest member of the stable, maybe Danny will actually react to that. "See? You are still trying to avoid looking me in the eyes... That's what Daniel Garcia the fucking Sports Entertainer would do. When you faced me tonight in this main event, you were someone else. You were looking straight at me, you were challenging me with that gaze in your eyes. You are not serious right now, because I want the wrestler here, the one who had the guts to challenge me, not who you are right now." He was stern, like he was scolding him, but couldn't hold himself back. "If you can't do that, then I'm out. I have a student who actually deserves my time and is probably waiting for me. So, if you are just wasting my time, then this talk is over."
Daniel finally finds the way to react: Bryan name-dropping Wheeler Yuta gets his blood boiling and he surely doesn't want to actually make that regarding that guy. He frees himself from Bryan's grip and he takes his wrist in a hand, showing Bryan against the wall behind himself, basically changing their positions. “You want the wrestler, American Dragon? You want that? Well, here he is.” He doesn't flinch an inch, the grip on Bryan's wrist is firm.
“It was about time… always have to bring Wheeler in the discussion and you finally react, mh?” Bryan is amused at the sudden reaction and grins. “Now that I finally have the right attention…” He begins to say, smirking. “This discussion we had won't change the fact that, if you actually changed your mind, you won't get in as easily as it could have been last year.”
“I don't care whatever it takes, I'll prove myself, starting from Wheeler Yuta up until you as the final boss.” Danny has the look in his eyes which Bryan actually likes, he is firm on what he wants now.
“Start with closing the year with successes, then we can maybe talk once again after my match at Wrestle Kingdom.” Bryan nods, still amused. “It's your last opportunity, don't screw it up. I would have treated you like my own son at that time… maybe it would be the same if it actually happens. You have to earn every inch of your spot this time.” -
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Titolo: Trip to visit Samichlaus
Fandom: All Elite Wrestling
Personaggi: Claudio Castagnoli, Gracie (OC), Evie (OC)
Warnings: Original Character, Omegaverse!AU
Wordcount: 1325 parole
Prompt: 83. sulle ginocchia di Babbo Natale
"Where are we going today, Daddy?" Evie asked as she rubbed her eyes, still a bit sleepy, letting Claudio dress her up. They were in Switzerland, her father's birthplace and she really liked it there, especially because she could have her parents all for herself.
"We are going to let mama sleep a bit more, but I am planning on bringing both of you to Samichlaus' house. Grandma and grandpa always brought me there when I was young and I had a blast each year." He kissed her forehead lovingly, taking her in his arms, even if she was already three years old. "It has always been a good recurrence and I am so glad I can pass it on you as well, Marmottina."
"Will Samichlaus speak German with me?" She was getting raised bilingual: English and German, but it was still a bit hard to actually argue with someone with that language.
"Probably, but remember one thing: he brings gifts everywhere, so I am sure that is not the only language he knows. Should it be the case, I can always translate what you can't understand, so no need to worry at all." He was always so proud of her when she was able to copy what he would say. "Now why don't we go wake mama up? Our train leaves in two hours and we all still need to eat breakfast."
He explained as they walked back to the bedroom and he put her down on the bed carefully, so that she could nudge his wife and her mommy awake, perfectly knowing that Gracie wasn't a morning person, but that was a special day and they had a schedule to adhere to. Claudio smiled when he saw his wife finally wake up with a loud yawn and nuzzle their daughter.
"Morning osita, morning guapo." Gracie said while coming to a sit on the bed, ruffling her own hair to try and shake the tiredness away. "You are a morning person just like Daddy... aren't you mi osita?" She chuckled, kissing Evie's forehead and then Claudio's lips once he bent down towards her.
"It's a special day, mommy! We are going to see Samichlaus!" Little Evie clapped her hands excited, nuzzling in that kiss. "Daddy dressed me, you are the only one still in her pj. Come on, we don't have time to waste!" She tried to move her mommy towards the end of the bed, causing her to laugh.
"Okay, okay." She purred once Claudio handed her the outfit he had chosen for her: jeans and a matching t-shirt with his and Evie's. "Gonna show Samichlaus we belong to the same family, aren't we?" Gracie stretched her arms for a moment, standing up so that she could get ready.
"While we let you sleep a bit more, she wrote her Samichlaus' letter and is simply eager to get to meet him. I am glad we had the opportunity to come here, because it'll be a very good experience and she'll love it."
Once they were all ready, they got into the car, all the bags packed with what they might need, especially diapers and food for Evie, plus some toys and books to keep her entertained during the train ride. On the train she mainly sat on Claudio's lap, her Daddy reading to her lovingly, or pointing out the mountains they were seeing outside. The scenery was full of snow, it was quite cold, but that didn't stop Evie from enjoying each second of it.
She pointed out so many things to her parents, waiting impatiently to finally get to Montreaux. From there, they would get on yet another train which would lead them for one hour between the mountains until they would get to that house.
Grace and Claudio kept talking while their daughter fell asleep in his lap, due to the long ride. Claudio nudged her gently awake once they got off the train, smiling down at her, while he held her against his chest.
"Welcome to Samichlaus' home, Marmottina."
The building in front of them was huge: a long blue gallery opened in front of them, bringing them to the entrance, where some elves handed Evie a small welcome gift, plus a bag containing a map for a treasure hunt and a diploma where she had to find people to put a stamp on it in each one of the rooms. After getting some deer face paint on the little Evie, they stopped at the coffee area to eat something, Evie still thrilled.
"Are you having fun, Marmottina?" Claudio asked while she was eating, glad that she was that excited.
"Yes Daddy! Can't wait to meet Samichlaus though. My letter is very important and he has to receive it." Evie answered proud of herself.
"Well, he is our next stop and later we can see him flying with his deers over this place." Gracie smiled lovingly, purring.
"Can't wait!"
She ate quickly and waited eagerly for her parents to be done too, before taking them by the hands. Her mouth went wide when she saw the old man from the distance.
"Mommy! Daddy! I can see Samichlaus!"
Her eyes were shining, as she walked quicker, Claudio and Gracie following her still hand in hand. She waited in line with them like the good girl she was, looking at her Daddy once it was almost their turn.
"Will you come with me, Daddy?" She squeezed his hand, now a bit nervous.
"Of course, Marmottina. I'll always be by your side." He bent down and kissed her on the forehead, proceeding forward once it was their turn. He helped her sitting on the older man, standing not far away, so that he could translate if needed.
"Oh ho ho. Ich bin Samichlaus. Wie heißt du, Kleinchen?" The older man smiled at Evie, speaking gently with her. (I am Santa Claus. What's your name, little one?)
"Mein Name ist Evie." That was really easy, it was the first thing she had learned. (My name is Evie)
"Solch ein schönen Name. Bist du eine gute Tochter gewesen?" The man looked at Claudio when he spoke. (Such a cool name. Have you been a good girl?)
"Have you been a good girl, Evie?" Claudio smiled at Santa Claus. "Sorry, we are raising her bilingual, but she still doesn't know German really well."
"Oh, yes! I eat everything, especially vegetables, I rarely cry or throw a fuss..." She took a letter from her winter jacket. "And here is my letter!" She moved her legs with anticipation.
"Well then... Let me see what you wish for."
As he opened the letter, it took him all his self control not to start crying.
- Dear Samichlaus,
My name is Evie and this year I have been a very good girl. I always get to travel with my mommy and my daddy - you know, Daddy is a wrestler, so he travels all over USA and sometimes even abroad - and I never complain.
I don't have many wishes this year, but my best friend's daddy is very ill and I wish for him to feel better. I wish for all my family and pack to always be healthy and happy.
I just would love some children books, even in German, I am learning and Daddy says I do it quickly.
Your dearest,
Evie. -
"Oh sweet little girl... Here is your gift from me. I'll do my best to help with everything else as well." Samichlaus hugged her, petting her hair. "Have a nice day. Ho ho ho."
"Thank you Samichlaus!"
Evie took the extra gift and hopped down, taking Claudio by the hand before reaching Gracie. She yawned, feeling tired from the whole trip and 3 hour visit, so Claudio took her in his arms and let her sleep on his shoulder.
"I think we can take the next train back, she is passed out, she needs some more sleep." -
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Titolo: It's my life
Fandom: Originali
Personaggi: Pesce rosso
Warnings: Original Character
Wordcount: 100 parole
Prompt: 32. pesce rosso
Stavo molto meglio quando ero libero nell'acqua: niente mura di vetro che mi restringevano i luoghi dove nuotare, potevo mangiare quello che volevo, ovvero principalmente a base vegetale. Una boccia mi farà sempre sentire in prigione, non ci saranno mai parti interessanti e nuove da esplorare come in un piccolo laghetto.
Molti umani, così credo si chiamino, non riescono a capire queste poche regole per gli esemplari come me, che ero stato preso in un negozio di animali per far felice un bambino a dir poco viziato, che non fa altro che urlare dalla mattina alla sera, disturbandomi continuamente. -
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Giorno 2
Titolo: Oh Tannenbaum
Fandom: All Elite Wrestling
Personaggi: Claudio Castagnoli, Mireya Paquette (OC)
Warnings: Original Character
Wordcount: 110 parole
Prompt: 108. Canzoni natalizie
"Dai Mireya, canta con tutti noi!"
La donna si guardò attorno spaesata: era la prima volta che vedeva i genitori di Claudio, i quali avevano preso un volo per raggiungere il figlio e la sua fidanzata ad Orlando in Florida. Era il periodo natalizio e Claudio le aveva parlato delle usanze dei suoi genitori, per fortuna lei conosceva e parlava il tedesco, ma non si aspettava di essere accolta così calorosamente in quella famiglia.
"Oh Tannenbaum, du kannst mir sehr gefallen!"
Passare il Natale con la famiglia di Claudio era una cosa molto particolare per Mireya e si sentiva davvero molto felice di avere quella opportunità.
"Grazie per avermi accettata."---------------------
Titolo: Feeling guilty
Fandom: All Elite Wrestling
Personaggi: Wheeler Yuta, Jon Moxley
Warnings: fluff, omega!verse
Wordcount: 110 parole
Prompt: 30. Curare una ferita
"Lo so che brucia, scusami Jon, ma non posso fare altro."
Wheeler sospirò appena sentì un lieve ringhio lasciare le labbra del suo Alpha. Jon aveva un taglio sulla guancia del quale il suo omega - da bravo come era - si stava prendendo cura con disinfettante e cotton fioc.
"Mi sento in colpa, sai?" Non riuscì a trattenere dentro di sè quelle parole, a volte era davvero troppo diretto.
"Tutto questo non è colpa tua, babe. Sei il mio omega, è normale che io ti protegga. Se farlo significa venire ferito, sarà pur sempre un piccolo prezzo da pagare per assicurarmi che stai bene e nessuno ti faccia male."---------------------
Titolo: Ti amerò e proteggerò per sempre
Fandom: All Elite Wrestling
Personaggi: Claudio Castagnoli, Mireya
Warnings: Original Character, Fantasy!au, accenni di rapimento e di tortura (non è spiegato nulla nel dettaglio)
Wordcount: 110 parole
Prompt: 69. Portarsi la mano di qualcun altro al cuore
"Ma Claudio... io sono un'anima rotta. Sono stata rapita e torturata per mesi e mesi, ho perso le mie ali da angelo che ancora stanno ricrescendo. Non sono deg-"
Mireya non riuscì nemmeno a terminare la frase, in quanto il ragazzo le mise un dito sulle labbra, in una silenziosa richiesta di smetterla di parlare; con l'altra mano invece, prese una di quelle della ragazza di fronte a lui, portandosela al proprio cuore.
"Quello è passato, Kleinchen. Adesso ci sono io qui a proteggerti per sempre, se me lo permetterai ovviamente. Ti amo, Mireya anche con il tuo passato così buio. Ti sarò sempre vicino e salteremo assieme gli ostacoli." -
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Per ora fillati: 3/15
Edited by catching_hearts - 5/1/2024, 21:29 -
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Deafening sound
Le urla dei fan sono assordanti mentre Mireya si issa sulla corda più alta del ring, le spalle sono rivolte verso il centro di esso, e stabilizza il baricentro. Può vedere come i fan stanno impazzendo, sanno benissimo che quella è la sua finisher, Angel Death.
Con un salto e un giro a 180°, Mireya finisce con un 450 splash sulla sua avversaria, il conto fino al tre da parte dell'arbitro è quasi impercepibile, nel momento in cui tutti i presenti esplodono in un boato. Ha vinto la sua prima cintura nel main event di Full Gear e non riesce a fare altro che piangere, stanca ma molto felice.
"Ecco a voi la nuova Campionessa Mondiale della AEW: Mireya Paquette!"-----------
Fandom: All Elite Wrestling
Personaggi: Mireya Paquette
Warning: Original Character
Generi: Slice of life, sportivo
Wordcount: 120
Prompt: 05. “I can hear it as they cheer me on and tell me/‘Don’t close your eyes ‘til the night’s all gone’.” (Who said, machineheart)
Note: partecipa alla Corsa delle 24 ore - XII Edizione indetta dal forum Torre di Carta. -
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Maybe it's better like this
"Mi dispiace, ma non potrà esserci nulla tra di noi."
Quelle parole avevano fatto male prima che Jay se ne tornasse in Giappone. Mireya aveva guardato spesso il simbolo che aveva sul polso e aveva rimpianto l'averlo incontrato. Tutta la sofferenza che aveva provato per un anno fu invece colmata dall'amore di un uomo - demone - inaspettato, il quale era entrato nella sua vita come un uragano.
"Mireya, quel giorno volevo salvarti da me stesso."
Non erano parole che Mireya voleva sentire, aveva già sofferto abbastanza.
"Hai avuto un'opportunità e l'hai buttata al vento. Ora sono di qualcun altro."-----------
Fandom: All Elite Wrestling
Personaggi: Mireya Paquette, Jay White
Warning: Original Character, supernatural
Generi: Slice of life, angst
Wordcount:100
Prompt: 01. “Words that we said that we didn’t mean/The words that we meant that we didn’t say.” (Bad Husband, Eminem)
Note: partecipa alla Corsa delle 24 ore - XII Edizione indetta dal forum Torre di Carta. -
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Fandom: NJPW
Personaggi: O'Khan, Jay (Più Jeff Cobb e Gedo come comparse)
Wordcount: 7810
Great O'Khan had gone back to his hotel room almost immediately, following their win. It had been a rough day, the next day would be even rougher, with his match against Jay White.
After the door was fully closed behind his back and there was nothing but the silence and sound of his steps, he relaxed his shoulders, sitting calmly on the bed. Being finally completely alone, he slowly brought a hand to the talisman on his face, taking it off with a smooth movement, letting it rest on the nightstand. A loud sigh escaped O'Khan's lips, as he let himself fall with the back on the mattress, now free to move.
He could feel the power flowing through his veins and it felt good, since that talisman restrained his movements to simple hops and, at the same time, it highly decreased his power.
Being a Jiangshi and a wrestler surely wasn't a simple task, he had to wear the talisman wherever he went and not having it could be problematic. With NJPW though, they had been able to find a gimmick which could work and he was mastering it really well. Apart from his stablemates and the head of Njpw, no-one else knew about his secret and it was better if only a few did. Yoshi-Hashi and Goto probably knew it too at that time, since they were purificators, but they never tried to have discussions with him about that story.
O'Khan had never armed someone up until that day, he could be considered a vampire, but he didn't need to drink blood. The talisman he always wore before matches and when he was in public restrained his power, which could be really destructive otherwise; even without that, he was able to keep a hold of himself and never before had it happen that he had lost his mind, but... his tag team partner, Jeff Cobb, and the leader of United Empire, Will O'spreay, knew what to do if he was to start being reckless.
O'Khan reached the TV remote with a hand, switching the television on. With a loud sigh he took the computer from his travel bag, looking at YouTube. It wasn't until later that he found the backstage comments of that exact day and there was especially one which interested him: Jay's. That guy surely was interesting and had that belt that was succulent for everyone there, for O'khan himself too.
"[...] Not because you're gonna beat me, simply because, Great O'Khan, King Switch's bitch, you'll simply be in my presence, you'll get your moment, you'll get your cum, the Jay-sus moment in the Jay1 Climax!"
O'Khan sighed heavily, definitely too uncomfortable after all those words. That guy... That Jay White was being a little too cocky for his tastes, he needed to get put in his place. He would never be his bitch, even if he was to lose against him, he would never ever surrender to him and admit to be that. Maybe the next day he could teach the King Switch a lesson. Jay may have finally understood what "switch" meant, but there was a lesson which he needed to be taught: between the bedsheets, he would never be able to top him, nor in real life nor in the ring.
"At the end of that, you can get on your knees, in front of the Dominator King Switch... king Switch's bitch get on your knees, put your hands together, look up, open your eyes, open that mouth and say... Thank you Mr. Dominator King Switch, thank you!"
O'Khan sneered and let out a laugh: that would truly never happen. The Great O'Khan thanking him? No way. Maybe it could be the other way around after he had played well enough with the new proclaimed "Dominator", it being either in the ring, or maybe between the bed sheets.
He was sure Jay loved to get dominated, even if his person told different things. O'Khan couldn't just see him as a top in the bed, maybe his way of doing things suggested so, but with such a man like himself, there was no way the leader of Bullet Club could have the upper hand.
"Maybe tomorrow you can try to do things the other way around. After all I am the dominator even in bed, while you... you probably enjoy being ordered around or submitted to daddies like me, or Tama Tonga."
O'Khan knew noone would answer those words, since he was alone in the room, but it didn't matter at that time. Jay would hear it directly after the show, after the backstage comments, because him, Great O'Khan, had quite a good idea to test out what he had just thought.
He turned off the comments and television, playing some games on his phone, when he heard some knocking on the door. He slowly raised up from bed and opened the door, almost astonished to see Jeff standing there, with a... kinda worried espression on his face.
"Hey Jeff, am I missing something?"
Maybe he forgot they had a meeting and his teammates got worried? He couldn't recall it, but it could have been that he hadn't listened or understood. Nevertheless, O'Khan got at the side, so his partner could get in the room.
"No, I wanted to check on you, since you kind of disappeared after your match, without saying anything. Is everything alright? You know you can always count on me for everything."
Maybe it seemed stupid to worry so much for such a futile reason, but Jeff knew him, knew what he really was, so he had to keep an eye out for him. He entered the spacious room and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his partner.
"Oh, I didn't mean to make you worry. I just needed some alone time. Plus, I wore the talisman, so I couldn't do much."
Deep inside, O'Khan felt happy that Jeff was worrying so much about him, even though there was no need for it.
It had been very rare that Jeff himself or Will had to chip in on him being an out of control Jiangshi. It had happened once with each of them and it had been easy enough to keep him calm.
"I'm glad that you're fine. I'm sorry for disturbing you and thanks for letting me in."
Jeff felt relieved by those words, now he could go back to his room and rest there. The smaller man stood up and headed another time towards the door which had recently been closed behind O'Khan, but was quickly stopped by the taller man, who hadn't seemingly finished talking.
"Thank you from the bottom of my heart for checking in on me, I really appreciate it. You don't have to do it all the time though."
A small and creepy smile appeared on his lips, but Jeff didn't pay attention to that. He, in a way, liked how O'Khan smiled and didn't really see him as a monster.
"It's okay, I'll always be checking on you when needed. I don't want to seem a stalker though."
There was way more than that behind his concern, he slowly fell in love with his tag partner, but still didn't tell him. It could be a one-sided love and that would hurt more than necessary.
"You don't seem a stalker to me and it helps that you frequently check on me, so please keep doing it."
O'Khan lifted a hand and brought it to one of his cheeks, not really caressing it, but he just let it rest there. Jeff looked up at him, that light touch was already too much, he felt the urge to confess what he felt for the younger man, but it was scary for him. They had known each other for almost two years at that time, had been two times IWGP Tag Team Champions together, but they had never spoken of more personal things than professional wrestling, not taken into account when O'Khan had told him what he really was and thus, making them become closer to each other through that. Jeff brought a hand to O'Khan's bare and white chest, it was cold, but always had been since the first time they had met and probably since forever. O'Khan looked down at him, his eyes followed the movement of Cobb's hand, but he didn't try to stop his partner: in a way he enjoyed it, but couldn't quite understand why. When he was still alive, just a human like Jeff, he had never experienced love, but maybe that unexplainable feeling he got near the older man was exactly that? It was surely something different than what he actually wanted to do with Jay White the next evening, that was a fact of making him learn his place and to never play with him like that, while things with Jeff were completely different.
A question unfolded in his mind: why would his partner ever want to love someone like him? He didn't have much to give, after all he was a partially animated dead body, when he had the talisman on. Without it, he was able to move and think like a proper human, but it was still different in a way, as he would never be able to give him a proper heat from his body, if they cuddled, for example. He considered Jeff a different person, kind and understandable, together with being always ready to help out, which he didn't really need to be, not to someone like him at least.
"Why..."
O'Khan whispered more to himself than to his partner.
"Mh? What do you mean, Oka?"
That took O'Khan aback, no-one, not even Jeff himself, had ever called him by his real name, after he became a Jiangshi, but his partner just did it like it was normal.
"Uh... Why do you keep being so much at my side? I can't give you much, you surely deserve more than this, but you still cope with me so much. Don't get me wrong though, I really appreciate all you do for me."
That was really beyond his understanding, but he didn't mean to hurt him with such words.
"..." It took Jeff some minutes to find a good answer, which could satisfy O'khan, without giving away too much. "Because we are partners and as such we uh... need to be at each other side in a way or another. Plus, I'm definetely okay with what you are giving me, you are worrying too much. I promise you, I will never leave your side, no matter what happens."
He was meaning it in their personal life, the one they had outside the ring, if the higher ups decided they had to split he would probably not want it, but they didn't have much saying in the stories the creative team came up with. Jeff felt like he had found the perfect partner, teaming up with his other teammates was something else, O'Khan and him had such a better cohesion, but it wasn't always possible to tag together, just like it would happen sometimes in that G1 Climax. The older man wanted to tell more, but it wasn't the right time, he needed a better situation to find the right words, together with a better location for it.
O'Khan pushed him closer to his chest, embracing him in a hug; Jeff could feel his heartbeat, his breath and wasn't worried that his partner could or would harm him. It wasn't every day that the younger man would be so clingy, but Jeff surely didn't mind it.
"Thank you... Thank you for not being afraid of what I really am, for being one of the few persons I can count on should something happen, for helping me out so much."
Those thank yous were totally sincere, O'Khan had never encountered someone like him before, not even when he was an actual human. He would either be rejected or loved for the money he made by being a wrestler... Jeff instead had his same job and saw him as a kind person, not a monster like he himself thought he was.
They spent some more time together, declining a dinner with Henare and O'spreay, to order take away food and eat it there, on the wide balcony, eating beef and mostly sushi, with a suggestive view the sun was setting down, so the sky was slowly changing from blue to red, before becoming dark blue and by that time, they both were done eating. They had had a really nice evening, but it was slowly time to go to sleep, since both had matches the next day, O'Khan probably one of his most important one that G1 Climax, against the actual IWGP WORLD Heavyweight Champion. That match didn't bother him too much, being a professional wrestler meant you had good days and sometimes bad days too, but he already knew he had to lose to the leader of Bullet Club, that Jay White who had been teasing him and surely wouldn't refrain from keeping doing like he wanted.
O'Khan had brought Jeff to the door, reassuring him that he would show up for breakfast and, as the older man disappeared from his sight, he simply went back to the bed, starting to rip his clothes off, to go to the bathtub and take a long awaited bath in all that silence. The next day came quicker than he expected, the bed had been comfortable enough and he had enjoyed resting there, but the day after he was meant to be another time on the road, to head to Fukushima, where the next two league days would be held. As he got downstairs to join his teammates for breakfast, his mind was somewhere else: Switchblade Jay White was living rent free in his head and honestly... He was hating it. That little brat only deserved the right things, even some spanking probably, but his focus would still be the match ahead of them, not what he would to him after it.
Sitting between Jeff and Henare, O'Khan yawned, scratching his beard for a moment. He got up to take something from the rich buffet, eating then in silence, a thing that his teammates did too. It was good to have some peace sometimes, all of them quietly eating, respecting each others boundaries. After that they all agreed to go around the city, grab something for lunch, before finally heading to the venue which would host that day's matches.
They weren't the first to be there, young lions and workers apart, a person who captured O'Khan's attention was a certain leader of Bullet Club. He felt his blood rush to his head, as a sort of rage almost took over him, but a hand on his shoulder calmed him down quickly. As he watched around, he noticed it was Jeff's and without saying anything, he simply smiled down at him. Thankfully Cobb had been there, or he would have probably reached Jay and... Did something he was going to regret. The Jiangshi mouthed a it's okay, trying to reassure his partner, before they headed to the United Empire's locker room to get changed. O'Khan wouldn't be on until the semifinal, while Jeff and Aaron's match would be the second, with Will's being the main event for that day.
"Good luck guys and crowns up!"
They all did their signature pose, before Jeff and Aaron headed out of the locker room, leaving O'Khan and Will completely alone. There was no need to speak between them, they both did some warm-up alone, completely focused in their own little world. The matches continued and when it was finally his time, O'Khan wore his traditional clothes, the talisman, took their flag and left the room without saying anything. He knew he was about to lose, but he still wanted to do his best to give an appreciating match to all the fans out there and in the whole world.
As expected he did lose, he didn't feel bad for it, but it stinged. He was the first to go to the backstage commentary, teasing Jay about how they had the Dominator King Switch in the end and he knew it, even though he hadn't won. As he was done, he got out of the room, but stayed not too far away, so he could actually hear what Jay White was saying...
"It's like all the muscles in my face are cramped up, seized up, bruised all the same. That guy, as weird as he is, he has got some sort of grip in his hand... I don't know what he does with that hand, to have such a grip strength; have some dedicated time, hours in isolation strengthening and working that hand. And tonight... It was on my face. But nevertheless I am on... a... roll."
Why was Jay so focused on his hand? It wasn't that much of a deal, and wasn't surely important what he did during isolation with it, right? He sighed, looking down at his hand, a smirk on his face, before looking at his phone and writing a message to Jeff.
- You can all go ahead without me, I'm going to be fine, so don't worry, okay? I'll let you know when I'm back to the hotel. Would you mind taking my things back? Thank you! -
He sent it and patiently waited there, sighing as it was taking way too much for his liking.
"Jay, I have to do some things, you can go back alone, you don't need to wait for me."
That voice was from Gedo and O'Khan smirked while hearing those words. He didn't need to find a way to separate them, he would just have to wait some moments, until Gedo would be off and Jay would be left alone. He stayed in a corner, looking over at the exit of the room: not Gedo nor Jay would be able to see him from there, not even while walking past that corner, since it was dark, but they had to go past it to go back.
Gedo left Jay quickly, walking away to his destination without looking around himself. Jay instead walked calmly, one hand holding the championship firmly. O'Khan could hear him sing low to himself, clearly not expecting what was to come. As he came near enough, O'Khan reached out a hand to his free arm, closing itself firmly on it, as the Jiangshi pulled Jay White to him with a tug. He could feel the younger man try to escape his grip, but his answer was simply to held it with more force, still trying not to cause him any bruise or something like that.
"You know, Dominator King Switch, since you were so adamant about my hand and saying that I would be your bitch today... Why don't you test out, what I can actually do and more, what I actually did with it, during isolation?"
O'Khan wasn't sure if at that point Jay had seen him, but he was sure he knew that voice belonged to him.
"Why should I want to do something like this, mh?"
Jay's voice shattered for a very brief moment while he still tried to get out of that grip, he could hear his heart beat like crazy, but couldn't show any fear, he was the Dominator King Switch after all.
"I don't think that you were able to prove to me that I am the King Switch's bitch, so why don't you try to make me be it?"
That was a challenge, he was sure that Jay would accept it, now that he had told him that. A smirk plastered his lips, while he waited for his answer.
"..."
Jay was left speechless, a thing that didn't happen so often, but thinking about it, it would be a great idea. At least O'Khan would shut his mouth and he would prove his point once again.
"Challenge accepted."
Finally the Japanese loosened the grip and let him go, satisfied. They both were sure that their teammates had already gone back and fortunately, Jay wasn't staying at his same hotel, so there was almost no chance Bullet Club would find them together. On the other side, deep down O'Khan hoped that Jeff had done what he had asked him and that he wouldn't see them together; their room was far away and he could simply retrieve his things as soon as he was done with Jay.
O'Khan licked his lips while leading the way out of the venue, the sound of his and Jay's steps echoing in his mind. He was glad that the younger guy was really following him, that had been easier than he would have initially thought.
"Between you and me... It was a good match today."
Jay whispered those words as they were walking, so low that he thought maybe the guy from United Empire hadn't heard him.
"It was indeed. Congratulations for full points, I guess."
O'Khan thought he had misunderstood, it was rare that Jay would say something like that, but they weren't in kayfabe anymore after all, that was a normal chat between Tomoyuki Oka and Jamie White. It wasn't long before they finally were at the hotel and finally in O'Khan's bedroom; it was spacious, the bed was big enough for two people. Closing quickly the door behind their backs, Oka looked at Jay, their height difference almost even, already wanting to put him on the bed and start, but he had to be patient and establish some things.
"So, do you want a safeword? In case we do something which is too much for you, or if I hurt you."
Oka was speaking to him in English, so he was sure that Jamie would understand everything.
"Kiwi. One for you?"
Jay answered without even thinking about it, sure of himself. He was sure he wouldn't need to use it, but it was indeed a good idea.
Crown. Is there anything that you don't like, sexwise?"
If he had to be a good Dom, he wanted to be sure to do things he was okay with, no matter how much of a brat Jay was. He hadn't been a bad guy before dying, nor would he be one now that he was a Jiangshi.
"I... don't think so. I would still say nothing too extreme. Like no branding or anything that can stay forever on my body."
Jamie wasn't really expert with those kind of things, he had had some daddies with which he had sex, the last being Tama Tonga, but they had never tried to do extreme things. He had probably never experienced the extreme part of sex.
"I'm not into those things either, at most it would be some scratching in gear-covered spots, so that noone would question anything. But still, I want to ask you to read this and tell me if among these there is something you are not familiar with, or you are not okay with."
As much as Oka wanted to punish Jamie, he wanted to be completely sure he knew that he could feel safe with him and with the safeword Jamie could stop him if ever needed. He had always been very careful with the people he had had sex with, that guy wouldn't be an exception. Oka brought a hand, the same which that day had been on the New Zealander, to the latter's shoulder, slowly and gently pushing him towards the bed, while with the other hand he tried to take off the younger's jacket. Jay helped him through it, laying then casually between the linens, looking up at the oldest, who had slowly gotten on the bed too, towering over him. Oka reached the nightstander and pulled a paper out of it, giving it to Jay for him to read it. To be honest, Jay didn't really know everything which was written, in English, on there, but he didn't want to seem unexperted, so he negated with the head.
"Everything written here is fine."
He didn't know exactly what to expect, what it would be, since he had no idea how Oka was in the bed, but it looked promising and he seemed to care about how he felt. Would he regret telling him something like that? They had established a safeword, so it shouldn't be a problem... He wanted to try out new things too, so that was a good way to do it. Oka looked down at Jay, his physique was different than Jeff's, he felt attracted to it in a different way, but it wouldn't be a lasting sensation. O'Khan wanted to let him feel as good as he possibly could, a hand slowly caressing his right cheek, while he lowered his face towards Jay's, enlacing their mouths in a kiss. Jay's lips felt good, soft, sweet, he could feel his lower lip trembling under that kiss, but Jay wasn't trying to run away from it and that was pleasing the Japanese. The kiss didn't last long, as the oldest broke it, leaving Jay with the urge and need for more, but he didn't beg for it, he didn't want O'Khan to think that he was already missing that... He brought his hands on the oldest's chest, playing with the buttons of his jacket, discovering his body cm per cm. They were different in physique, both heavyweights, yes, but Oka was bigger than him, while he still had a slim body, in a way or another.
"Are you really sure you want all of this, Jay? You can back up whenever you want, but I want for you to be completely sure about this and that you won't regret what's going to happen." Deep down, O'Khan was hoping that Jamie would tell him that everything was fine and that they could do whatever he wanted, but... he perfectly knew he couldn't force anything. He looked at him straight in the eyes waiting anxiously his answer.
"Completely, or I wouldn't be here, right?"
Jay nodded and tried to reassure him, he wanted to experience something knew, even if it was something similar to a single night standing. That man was certainly mysterious and curious at the same time he definitely wasn't like the daddies Jay was used to; first of all he was way broader, he seemed somewhat gentle and caring, together with expert, probably.
As he spoke, Jay finished unbuttoning his jacket, letting it slide over his shoulder and down until it fell on the sheets. With a hand he took Oka's braid, pulling on it until the latter was another time in reach distance. His tongue traced the lips of the oldest men, asking for a silent consent to kiss him yet another time. Oka grinned and opened his mouth, letting Jay have his way in it as he wanted; he reached his nipples with the right hand, drawing full circles on and around it, to teas him.
The little moan which escaped Jay's lips was quickly shut down as soon as O'Khan kissed him deeply, not stopping even when it became hard. Scanning the room, he found something that he could use to cover Jay's eyes, now things were about to become interesting... he forced himself to back from Bullet Club's leader, a move which left Jay moaning slowly with disappointment.
"I'll be right back, don't worry."
O'Khan chuckled for a moment, reaching the fabric from which he tore off a big enough piece for his intent. It didn't take much before he was yet another time on the bed, securing the black fabric over Jay's eyes and behind. He let it rest on the nightstand, before jumping toward the bed in a free style combat like way, taking Jay in his arms. The youngest was taken totally aback, his eyes widening, while Oka started scraping against him in a strange way. He tried to get out of his hold, the panic making him forget they had set a safeword, while he struggled to get away. As he finally did, O'Khan started chasing after him, which made Jay freak out for a moment, searching around the room for something to use to stop him. His eyes caught the sight of the talisman laying under the piece of fabric, so in a, maybe stupid, desperate attempt he took it and placed it on Oka's forehead, closing his eyes for a second, waiting for him to crush against his body. As nothing happened, Jay opened his eyes another time, only to find the oldest men paralysed, the talisman still on his forehead, hands stretched over to him.
O'Khan instead looked at him through the talisman, a puzzled look on his face, even though Jay couldn't see it. Why did he use the talisman? He had said that wrestling was okay for him after all, had he done something wrong? He felt the paper come off from his forehead and, since he could finally move another time, he took a step back, just to not scare him more. He still couldn't understand what was wrong, but at least Jamie seemed to have calmed down.
"I... I don't understand." Oka's voice came out more hurt then he would have wanted, why did he lie to him? "There was no need to lie to me about that. I just want to do the things which you are most comfortable with."
"I'm sorry... I just freaked out for a moment. Can I look at the list another time?" He didn't want to admit that he wasn't really an expert in sex, he had been stupid enough to pretend otherwise. After scrolling through the various things, Jay checked some of them, leaving just some basic ones for use.
"So light scratching, light choking, oral, penetrative, biting, orgasm denial and spanking are okay... What about eyes covering with a piece of fabric and eventually something to not let you use your hands? Obviously not too tight, so it won’t hurt."
Oka didn't want to make another mistake, but was relieved when Jamie nodded. Luckily what he had just tried to do hadn’t changed anything and the leader of Bullet Club seemed to still want to stay there and try new sensations with him. Walking slowly, he reached Jamie, making him go back on the bed, a hand slowly moving on his chest, slightly touching his nipples.
Another moan escaped Jay’s lips, while he fell with caution on the bed, taking Oka down with him. He was feeling embarrassed, since he could feel his pants being a little tight, meaning that he was starting to have a bulge down there. As he brought his hands around Oka's neck, the latter left kisses on his Adam's apple, very slowly making his way down to his chest, stopping at his erect nipples. He licked both, alternating between both in a seducing and teasing way, while with one hand he gently opened Jay's legs, bringing one of his between them, to tease him mercilessly.
It didn’t seem like he really wanted to let him free of the pants he was wearing, and that was already making him go crazy. Oka’s tongue felt strangely good on his nipples, together with the... A gasp escaped his lips, as he felt Oka’s pointy teeth playing there, biting them with care; it felt good, way better than he could have ever imagined and they were still at the beginning.
“Let me hear your voice one more time, Jamie... Don’t be too loud though."
Oka wanted to hear him moan more, but at the same time he didn’t want to risk Jeff or someone else to hear Jay from outside. He was ready to use something to muffle the sounds, but he wanted to test Jamie’s self control, before he did. With a hand he slowly caressed Jay’s pectorals, slowly going down until it found the fabric of the pants the younger was wearing, sliding between the fabric and his skin, causing him goosebumps.
Jay obliged to that request with some low moans, his hands grasping the sheets underneath him, as he felt his skin burn wherever Oka was touching under his pants. He could feel the oldest hand slide very slowly until it found his half hard cock; damn, that was becoming quite embarrassing since they hadn’t done really much... he was so sensitive though and that was the explanation why he already was in such a situation.
Oka started playing with the tip, while considering to take off the pants, as they didn’t let him move as he wanted underneath them, as they were too tight. Jay’s moans were filling the room, they were low as he requested, but he could still hear them clearly and was very pleased by hearing them. That was his destiny: Oka himself was the Dominator, between the sheets for sure, and Jay couldn’t argue anymore about that, after that night. A Dominator would never be so subtle, nor so loud about their pleasure, even though they could probably feel really good nonetheless. As he grew impatient, he unbuttoned Jay’s pants, taking them finally down to his ankles and totally off, to let them fly at the end of the bed, where they wouldn’t be in the way. He heard a high pitched moan from the youngest, as his cock felt more free than before... now only the boxer separated it from being completely free, but O’Khan had a special treatment for that, as he didn’t want to use just the hands like he had done up until that moment. At that point, he left his nipples, leaving a trail of saliva from up there, until he reached the rubber band of the black boxer Jamie was wearing. He looked him directly in the eyes as he took it between the teeth and slowly pulled them down, leaving Jay’s cock finally free from the restraints as they were brought far past it. It didn’t take much before the boxers reached the pants on the floor, finally exposing Jay’s erection fully. Oka raised up from the bed, meeting Jay’s offended eyes, as he thought he could be so mean to leave him like that after all they had agreed to do. Instead, the Japanese reached the nightstand to take a tube of lube from it, which he probably would need later on, together with for the foreplay: the last thing he wanted was to really hurt him.
Jamie switched to the side, to then sit on the side of the bed, bringing both his hands at Oka’s pants, to pull them down; letting him still fully clothed didn’t make sense at all anymore. As he approached Oka’s boxers, he left some kisses, following the form of his cock underneath it, while with one hand he stroked it. Gosh, it wasn’t even nearly half hard and he could already tell it was not only big, just... huge. He wanted to take the control for some moments, even when it was obvious who was the Dominator between them.
He took down his boxers with one hand, starting to lick the tip first, switching slowly to the shaft and back to the tip more times, before trying to take it in the mouth. He wasn't able to take it fully, but he started to move his head on it, stimulating the tip with his tongue, while with a hand he massaged his testicles. Soon enough he felt one of Oka's hands go through his hair, taking them into a fist, guiding him in the movements. Even though Jay seemed to be struggling at first, Oka realised soon enough that the youngest was good at it; it felt really pleasant, his mouth was enveloping his erection quite good and it felt so warm...
"You are such a good boy, you know, Jamie?"
Jay had never given him the right to call him like that, but he didn't really care. They were in their private sphere, so they could easily take the barriers down. The leader of Bullet Club wasn't able to answer for obvious reasons, but a smile appeared on his lips: he was glad to hear those words, he actually liked it when someone praised him. O'Khan's hand between his hair felt heavy, the oldest guy was setting a certain rhythm, which Jay was slowly able to follow, almost without much problems.
As Oka felt he was on the verge of an orgasm, he pulled Jay back, cumming in his own hand, as Jay looked up at him, without saying anything. With the free hand he motioned for the Leader of Bullet Club to lay on the bed, as comfortable as he could be. It was time to go forward and he knew perfectly that he needed to be extremely careful; as much as he wanted to crash him, it wasn't the right thing to do. Oka lowered himself towards him, biting his neck slightly, with no intention of leaving a too evident mark on it. Jay moaned for a moment, bringing his hands around his neck, as he felt Oka's hand move from the knee all the way up to his crotch. Jay had a perfect and smooth skin, Oka enjoyed caressing it, he could do it for hours and hours. He started stimulating his perineum with one finger, drawing circles over it to have Jamie completely relax under his touch. After some minutes he stopped and took a bit of lube to cover his fingers.
"Relax and trust me. It won't hurt if you don't tense up."
He went another for his lips, while he slowly penetrated him with a finger, which got sucked pretty quickly as he moved past the hardest part. Jay had done really good, he wasn't tensing up, just like he had told him to do and the scratches which he was doing to his back were only arousing him even more.
He took the finger out to cover it with more lube, much to Jay's disappointment, but the latter felt better as he felt mother time full, with two fingers. It wasn't hurting and now that Oka was playing with them inside of him, it was even better. He could slowly feeling like he was becoming unstable, his lust was overpowering him, but he had to keep his cool. He gasped for air as he felt a third finger violate his intimacy, as he wasn't expecting it, but it all changed as O'Khan seemed to hit his best spot. He embraced him even more, moaning into his ears, very cute moans, which Oka didn't think could ever come from him; was he one of the few people who had the privilege to hear that?
"You surely have a really cute voice during this things. I like it."
He whispered to his ears, making Jay blush hard, even though he quickly covered it by burying his head in Oka's neck. Damn, that was totally embarrassing for Jamie, even when he knew that what he just said was totally true. That man... O'Khan was really a different type of man from the ones Jay was used to, at first he was really considerate of how he was feeling, or if he felt any pain at all, that was exactly what someone like Jamie needed. He liked when the others were rought too, but it still had to be all soft at first. As Oka felt less resistance on his fingers, he took a condom from the nightstand and wore it, before covering it with a good fair amount of lube: too much was surely better then less, that was he always thought. Jay was skinnier than him, so it was really the best idea. He put himself between Jamie's legs, bringing his erection near his ass, rubbing it around therefor quite some time.
"Oka... please..."
Jay couldn't stand the wait anymore, he wasn't really on the edge, but he simply wanted to feel him, to be able to understand that he was his for that night, to know how it felt to have such a huge guy inside of him. He wasn't starting to feel anything for that guy, he was almost sure that someone else was interested in Oka himself, someone who could surely give him more than he ever could.
The oldest smiled and brought his dick at his ass, trying to slowly have his way inside of him. As the tip went finally through, he began stroking Jay's dick, to have him focus on the pleasure and not on how that felt. Jay grabbed the sheet underneath him, leaving Oka's back alone, sighing in pleasure and a light pain, but it was bearable. Oka had done a good job at preparing him and it had been easier to sustain everything. He moaned his name a couple times, while he could feel Oka pushing forward, entering fully in him. It was a strange feeling, he felt so full, but he was totally liking it. Jay started moving his hips toward Oka, and the latter seconded that request by starting to move in and out of him, at an increasing pace.
The moans which were leaving Jay's lips were becoming way too loud, so he decided to spank him a couple of times on the butt cheeks, groaning.
"You don't want to get heard out of this room, right bad boy?"
Jay lowered his voice at that question, wincing every time his hand hit his butt cheeks. He could count at least ten hits, before the Dominator stopped.
"S-sorry."
He kind of liked that, he was a masochist, but he couldn't help it. O'Khan smiled and nodded, brought a hand to his erection, starting pumping it, so they could come together, at the same time.
"Since you were such a good guy until now, why don't we come together? Maybe you'll receive a reward for it."
He moved his hand faster, at the same pace of his movements, feeling moment after moment that he was so near the ending point.
It felt so good to get squashed like that, to feel that warmth around his erection and damn... Jay expression was really killing him; an expression of pure Lust and enjoyment, which culminated in the coming exactly at the same time, Jay on his chest and in Oka's Hand, while Oka in the condom he had used.
He slowly got out of Jay, a hand caressing slightly one of his cheeks.
"Are you okay?" He feared that Jay had been stoic and didn't tell him that he felt pain, but that wasn't true.
"Yes, don't worry. I actually really liked it and I think I understood... Well... How you used that hand during self isolation." Jay teased him a bit, before leaning against his chest.
"Aren't you forgetting something? Like... Who is the real Dominator? After all, you still couldn't show me that you are able to take that nickname from me. Not in bed at least." O'Khan smirked and laughed for a moment, not amused by him.
"Yeah okay, I'll admit it, you are the real Dominator." It took Jay some time to actually admit it, but in the end he did it without too many problems.
"Good, that's what I wanted to hear. If you want, you can go take a shower, then I would suggest you go back, or the other Bullet Club's members will get suspicious or get worried." Plus, he didn't want for Jay to meet his United Empire's stablemates, or he would have to explain many things he didn't really want to.
"Mh..." Jay thought for a moment: normally his daddies would give him some after sex cuddles, but maybe Oka wouldn't do that for him? "I... Normally want some cuddles after sex."
Oka blushed at that: it wasn't something he would really do, but if he insisted, he could grant his wish. He lightly scratched the back of his head, a bit confused: he wasn't used to cuddling, so he didn't really know what to do or what could even please Jamie... but he wanted to try.
"We can... try? I mean... I'm not really used to cuddling, but sure."
Not that he didn't like it, it was simply something strange for him. Oka embraced him, moving one hand in his hair, a slow motion which made Jay feel good, even if it was just a simple movement.
Jay inspired Oka's scent, rubbing his head against his bare and musculous chest. Everything had been so good he didn't really want to leave, but had to at some point, either that be wanted it, or not. In that situation he had still won: maybe he wasn't a Dominator with O'Khan, but he had reached an interest on him, from the member of United Empire.
Oka started massaging his neck and shoulder with the cold hands and Jay had goosebumps, even though he really liked it; the cold of his hands was cooling him down, was bringing him back to reality: a reality where all of that had happened, but they weren't boyfriend and all of that had simply started from a challenge.
"Thank you." -
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Fandom: NJPW
Personaggi: Sanada, Tatsu
Wordcount: 3572
That day was going to be huge for Tatsu: they all had the G1 press conference, her first ever, since she became only recently a Heavyweight. When she woke up that morning, she felt totally nervous: she could barely eat something, even though she knew that the fans totally loved her. As she came to a sitting position on the bed of the hotel room she was staying at with her Los Ingobernables' member, she could feel her heart race like hell. It was going to go all smoothly though, she knew it, but she just couldn't help but feel that way.
As she had been in that stable for quite some time now, she had started feeling love for Sanada and absolutely wanted to confess that after the Press Conference which would take place that same afternoon. Sanada had always been so kind with her, even when she still was a Young Lion, by taking her under his wings. They had started training together way before she had joined LIJ, which had happened as soon as she had come back after her Mexican excursion.
She finally stood up and prepared for the day, just as she was finished getting clothes on, she heard someone knocking on her hotel door.
"I'm coming!"
She walked to it and opened it, smiling as she saw Bushi standing there. He was like the mother of the whole stable and Tatsu loved how he took care of all of them.
"I'm heading down to have breakfast with the others, are you coming too?"
Tatsu could tell he was smiling, even if the mask was covering it. He would always wear it, probably not when he was completely alone, but in at the hotel and on the road, the chance to find fans was high, and he didn't want them to see him unmasked.
"I was about to come down too, I'm ready now, thanks for your concern."
She took the key and locked the door as soon as she was out, putting the key into a pocket she had on the jeans. As both entered the breakfast room, they immediately noticed that Naito wasn't there.
"Typic Tetsuya. You go sit next to Sanada, I'll go take him."
Bushi sighed and headed another time to their floor, while Tatsu did exactly what Bushi had told her. She was feeling a little embarrassed and to cover it up she just stood up and went to the buffet, taking some croissants and other food to have breakfast. As she came back to the table, Naito and Bushi were just taking a sit. Tatsu patiently waited that they all had their breakfast, before starting eating.
"How are you feeling about your very first G1 Climax Press Conference, Tatsu?" Shingo, who was sitting in front of her smiled at her, taking a sip of his tea.
"I feel good about it, I'm more nervous about the start of the tournament, rather than the Conference. It's not much time that I upgraded to Heavyweight, I just hope I can leave up to the expectations." Yes, that was what was worrying her so much, what sometimes kept her hours awake in the middle of the night.
"You are in Block B together with me, I can assure you everything will be fine and you'll do your best. If I didn't know you any better, I would say that fear will consume you, but that won't happen." Sanada smiled at her, meaning each word he had just said.
"Thank you for your kind words and please, don't go easy on me. They'll surely have me lose against you, but I want a fair match, so no holding yourself back." She didn't like to have to have a match against him, but fate had put them against each other, she couldn't change that.
"As if you even need me going easy on you. Just have more faith in yourself, that's what you actually need, you know? You are a talented wrestler and it was about time that they promoted you to the heavyweight class like us." Sanada had never understood why the higher ups had waited so much time, but now she could show everyone her true potential.
"
You always praise me so much, Sanada-san, I am not even sure I deserve it so much." She was blushing really hard, damn... Her crush on him was so huge.
"You fully deserve it, trust us. You should just stop underestimating yourself."
The guys were way too kind with her, but she liked it. She still felt unsure about her debut, but she couldn't back down anymore. They all were supportive though and she would have Shingo in her corner for her first match... Then, in circles, each of them would be in her corner too. They weren't really supposed to distract her opponent, but it would be just reassuring for her, to know that they were there with her.
They all ate their breakfast and decided to go have a walk, it was still early and the building for the Press Conference wasn't too far away from their hotel. As they got back after lunch, she went straight for her room, to pick out her outfit: a shirt light blue dress with with a white rose on the side adorned by some white details, which reminded of the waves of an ocean. Her theme, overall, was a mermaid living her life by subdoing humans with her voice and how beautiful she was. She loved that idea, which they came up with, during her Mexico excursion. She took some minutes to flatten and curl her hair around the ends, put some light make up on and earrings. She rarely wore earrings, she always thought that during a match they could break and thus, she hardly wore them. That afternoon though, the situation called for it, so she took some white long circle earrings. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt satisfied: it was a nice outfit for the press conference, she loved it.
As she took the elevator to get to the hotel lounge where her stablemates were surely waiting for her, she could feel the eyes of the people in the building, scanning her body. Even though she was accostumed to it, it was still really hard to not think about it, to believe that she was now the center of attention too.
"Look at her, wow, that dress fits her so nicely, she is a total beauty." She could faintly hear as she marched toward the table where the other LIJ members were sitting.
"Guys, can we please go?" She was blushing and just wanted to escape from the hall, while the guys were looking at her.
"You are so stunning, of course. We don't want to be late." Tetsuya was the first to stand up and lead the way out of there, slowly walking toward the center.
"You all look gorgeous too. It's almost strange to see you in a suit, instead of a ring gear."
She laughed a bit to ease her anxiety, while she walked between them, right next to Sanada. They all kept walking silently and Tatsu could feel Sanada's gaze wandering over her, even if she didn't really plan to check if she was just imagining it, or if it was true. Tatsu just wanted to live in a limbo where he was interested in her too, but she had yet to find the courage to tell him how she felt.
While waiting for her block to be called to enter the room, Tatsu sat next to Sanada, trying to focus on her finger, to not freak out. It was like she had ever done everything, but the fact that it was her first ever G1, that made her really anxious, already from that point onward. She startled as she felt a hand on her shoulder, but smiled as soon as she realised it was her crush; he wasn't smiling, he was serious as always, but she knew what he wanted to say. She didn't need to fear anything, she perfectly knew it, but she couldn't help but do it. His hand left her shoulder as he was called to enter the room and she stood up shortly after, as she was meant to go in right after her stablemate. Her name got announced and she started walking slowly into the room, looking some times at the camera, she stopped in front of the trophy for a moment and in the end, with a bow, she sat at the place directly next to Sanada. It wasn't long before they started to speak, since after her there were only other two wrestler, but Jay White took an insane amount of time for everything he had to say and she wasn't even that interested in it.
"Personally, I became a champion this year but got injured right after and had to vacate, so things really didn’t turn out the way I wanted. This G1 is where SANADA truly returns."
Tatsu hadn't been there when Sanada got injured, she had watched the match from home and gotten really worried when he had injured himself. For some months she had even been angry with Will Ospreay, but injuries could always happen, so she couldn't really blame him for that. It had still been hard to accept, because her crush had just got the belt and thus had to vacate it almost immeiately, but now he was going to rock everything. Asshe heard her name, she snapped out of her thoughts to walk to the ramp and talk on the microphone.
"This is my first G1 Climax ever, the first of many others to come, hopefully. I've only recently switched to the Heavyweight division, but I won't let anyone down, no matter who the opponent will be, I'll give my very best to reach the only goal there is here: the victory. I'll fight each match like it could be my last, I'll please each of you with my way of wrestling."
She was sure about that and didn't add anything else, instead she left that place to go sit back near Sanada, while Taichi took her place to speak. Tatsu played with her curly hair, a sign that she was nervous, which only Sanada knew in that room at that very moment. She took some sips from her water bottle and finally exited the room when everyone was done. When they were in the other room, waiting for group C and D to be done, she stayed near Sanada, smiling while he talked about generico things. They had had always a good chemistry and she really felt like she was falling hard in love with him. Fact was that she wasn't sure if he thought about her the same way or not, so... she still had decided to confess her feelings that same night, after the Press conference, and a no would still be accepted by her.
Sanada kept talking with her, looking at her body; he felt somehow attracted to her, she was slowly becoming more important and cute ad time passed. They had kicked immediately since the first day she had become part of the Los Ingobernables. They had trained multiple times together, and they both would challenge the current holders of the mixed tag team belts as soon as there would be the Junior and Heavyweight tag team Championship tournament. They were both eager to take that belt away from Chase Owens and Kiemi from Bullet Club, to start their run with that belt.
"Do you want to go grab some dinner together, after we are done here?" Sanada finally asked her, really hoping that she wouldn't decline.
"Gladly! I would have asked you, but you definitely beat me to it. Taco Bell?" Tatsu was slightly blushing: that was the perfect way to ask him out.
"Sounds good to me. I really like Taco Bell." He moved a hand to reach her chin and smiled lovingly.
"See? I know you very well." She laughed for a moment, shrugging.
The wait was becoming too much, Tatsu just wanted to get out of there and make out with him without problems. She could hear him talk freely hours and she wouldn't be bored by it, his voice was deep, but she totally loved it.
As the other groups were done too, they all moved to another room to take the photo altogether. She stood next to him, feeling a bit small, when in fact they weren't that much different.
When they were finally done, Sanada put an arm around her neck, guiding her outside of the building.
"Should we get changed? We could stop at the hotel before going to eat." Tatsu asked, while walking around.
"If you would feel more comfy, we can get changed. If not, we could go directly. I'll let you decide." He told her with a smile, kissing her on the forehead.
"I really like my dress, it's good for going out, so no problem for me!" That was going to be so embarrassing, but she wanted to stay dressed like that.
"Then we can go directly now. Your dress suits you perfectly, you are truly beautiful in it." Okay, secretly he liked her way too much, since the first time they had ever met.
"T-thank you." She blushed heavily at those words, totally taken aback from them. "You are really gorgeous too. We better get going, if we want to be able to eat something."
She tried to hide her face, but it was too late, as Sanada had noticed her blushing, but he said nothing about that. They had such a special relationship, that both knew each other so well, like they had been long lost friends or brothers. Fact was, none of that was real, they had known each other when she was a young lion, they even came from a different city.
They walked slowly until they reached the restaurant Sanada had decided to go to. It was a nice little restaurant, with an all you can eat form, where they could take whatever they wanted from the pass. The dinner was really funny, they had to give some autographs too, as people recognised both of them.
"So... I know you probably won't feel the same for me, Sanada.... But I can't keep it any longer." She played with her hair for a moment, biting her lower lip.
"If you don't tell me what it is, we can't both be sure about that." He invited her to speak, waiting patiently for the confession.
"Ever since I came in our stable, I felt so attached to you... I am not even sure how or why, but it happened." She tried to explain with a sigh. "You took me under your wings and raised me to this level. I owe you so much, you can't even understand how much all means to me. To cut it short... I love you to the moon and back. Would you like to be my boyfriend?" It almost sounded like they were in elementary school, but she didn't know how to ask it better.
"Of course I want to be it. You let me stunned from the first time we got to know each other. To tell the truth, I am not even sure what I would have done or said in another context, but... I am sure I want to be your boyfriend."
He leaned in to her, leaving a kiss on her forehead, before moving to her red lips, enclosing them in a sweet kiss.
Tatsu couldn't be happier: he felt her same feelings and now he was going to kiss her. She simply couldn't ask for something better. She felt her heart skip some beats, as their lips got so close that they touched. She closed her eyes, trying to enjoy that first kiss at her best, bringing her arms around his neck. A single tear escaped her eyes, a tear of joy of course, which she simply dried away before he could even notice it.
As they departed, she felt like a sense of void, she wanted more of it, but she didn't want to seem a nuisance. The kiss had felt really good though, there was no doubt about that.
"Of course this won't change our way of wrestling against each other. Plus, no one should know about it, even though I have the feeling that Shingo or Bushi will understand it sooner or later."
Tatsu exclaimed, still red on the cheeks, biting her lower lips.
"I think it could be a good idea if we wait until the end of this G1, to let them know about this. And yes, they would probably understand it quickly, Bushi above all."
Said the oldest, a light smile on his lips, which Tatsu totally loved. Maybe now they could find a gimmick together? Or better after the G1, before the Stardom X NJPW event. Tatsu took part in both wrestling shows, but NJPW was her most bearable at the moment. She was really beamed that she could do something like that and she was sure that at some points she would be able to conquer some gold in Stardom too. They only had to find a time to have a title match, which with her NJPW events could be a tad bit problematic.
"Will you challenge for the new belt at Stardom? I heard about it." Sanada had always sustained her through each and every match.
"I surely will, at some point, but I am not sure if I can take part in it at the moment, I think we have some events around that time." She didn't really remember when it would happen, she would have to check, but she would definitely love to do it.
"If I'm not mistaken... The first ever IWGP women's champion should be crowned at the NJPW X Stardom event in November. If you take part in it though, you probably won't be able to wrestle with one of us against another couple." Sanada didn't want to force her to take a decision, but he really wanted to take part in it with her.
"Oh, I think you're right. I could always take part in the matches which will lead to the final, it doesn't mean that they'll book me to actually win it." It was some time that she hadn't had gold and she was yearning for some. Tatsu sighed for a moment, the feeling of needing another kiss already harassing her.
"We'll just have to wait and see what both creative teams will come up with. But of one thing I'm more than sure: I would love to take part in the special event between us and Stardom, together with you." Apart from the fact that they were now a couple, Sanada really liked to pair with her, they had such a perfect chemistry which wasn't there with other female wrestlers.
"I want to team up with you too so badly. Hopefully Gedo-san and the others will come to the same conclusion. I am sure that they can have Kiemi win the belt, if they want, then at some point I can win it off her. Now that we have a stable collaboration with AEW, I think they could bring the mixed tag team Champions here, so we could beat them. I mean... I don't likeIt those two, they work so good as heels and get on my nerves, so this is why I want to win that title too, possibly with you."
She didn't want to speak about that anymore, she just wanted to go back to the hotel and cuddle with her boyfriend a bit, before going to sleep. The matches wouldn't start before three days and she just wanted to spend those last days together with him as much as possible, not necessarily by doing couple things. She wanted to take it easy and be able to concentrate on the G1 Climax, which at that moment was very important. It was Sanada who paid for both, even though Tatsu tried really hard to at least doing it for herself, but he had been really stubborn.
"Have a pleasant night and if for some reasons you can't sleep or you wake up, try texting me and I'll gladly entertain you for how much time you may need."
Sanada had been so kind that he had brought her to her room and smiled as she was opening the door. She was quite exhausted, she really doubted she wouldn't be able to fall asleep... Sanada was a real gentleman though and damn, she loved him way too much. Tatsu simply nodded and got in her tiptoes, leaving a quick and gentle kiss on his lips.
"I will, thank you for your concern. Have sweet dreams and the same goes for you too, of course." -
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Fandom: NJPW
Personaggi: O'Khan, Jeff Cobb
Wordcount: 1238
Le urla di dolore di Oka rimbombavano nelle orecchie di Jeff, il quale aspettava pazientemente che questi finisse il commento backstage.
Poco prima il suo compagno dello United Empire era stato colpito dal green mist di Great Muta, agli occhi e il volto, lasciandolo in un costante atroce dolore. Per chiunque era lì presente in quei momenti, tutto quello era dell'ottimo selling, ma Jeff sapeva benissimo che non si limitava solo a quello. Da quando aveva scoperto - da piccolo - che quello che ora era il suo compagno, era uno Jiangshi umano, crescendo con lui aveva imparato a conoscerlo meglio.
Faceva male sentirlo così, voleva poter fare qualcosa per aiutarlo, ma per il momento dovevano mantenere la kayfabe. Quel commento sembrava non durare mai, mentre da un angolo nascosto alle telecamere lo vedeva contorcersi a terra, tenendosi il viso, fino a strisciare, cercando di andarsene.
Quando finalmente il cameraman smise di girare, Jeff si avvicinò al minore con aria preoccupata; prima lo portava via di lì, prima poteva occuparsi di lui. Dannazione, Great Muta l'avrebbe pagata cara prima o poi, ma in quel momento la sua attenzione doveva essere solamente per il giapponese.
"Jeff..." Quello di O'Khan fu un rantolo più che un tentativo di parlare. "Brucia, fa male..." Per essere uno Jiangshi, il dolore e bruciore era davvero insostenibile.
"Ci sono qui io con te, mi prenderò cura di te come ho sempre fatto, okay?" Jeff sussurrò quelle parole rassicuranti mentre gli dava una mano ad alzarsi.
"Grazie Jeff."
O'Khan fece del suo meglio per calmarsi, nonostante la situazione non fosse affatto cambiata; anzi... ogni minuto che passava sembrava che tutto peggiorasse. Con l'aiuto e il sangue freddo di Jeff uscirono dall'edificio ignorando tutto e tutti, salvo poi salire sulla macchina dell'americano. O'Khan rimase tutto il tempo rigido, cercando di combattere il bisogno di muoversi, cosicché Jeff potesse guidare senza problemi. Appena sentì una mano del maggiore posarsi sulle sue, fu come se tutto attorno a lui si fosse fermato.
Già il suo solo tocco era spesso utile per tranquillizzarlo e quella volta non era differente dalle altre. O'Khan guardo fuori dalla macchina che Jeff aveva preso in prestito, sospirando appena; continuava a sentire fastidio, ma non voleva lamentarsi troppo.
"Io non... Non ti merito." Riuscì a dire, più a se stesso che al compagno, il quale però aveva sentito benissimo.
"Cosa..." Jeff dovette usare tutta la sua forza di volontà per non inchiodare lì e provare un incidente. "Non..." Si fermò alla prima rientranza, girando il viso dello Jiangshi verso di sé. "Non dire mai più una cosa simile...! Sei una persona speciale per me fin dal primo momento in cui ti ho incontrato anni fa, quando eravamo bambini." Dove voleva andare a parare? Perché doveva fare un discorso simile proprio in quel momento?
"Scusa... È solo che da quando ci siamo conosciuti sono solo stato un peso e problema per te. Anche col passare degli anni lo sono, eppure continui ad occuparti di me, anche se non lo meriterei." Cercava di guardare ovunque tranne lui, perché sapeva di farlo soffrire in quel modo.
"Ne parliamo in hotel mentre ti do una mano a pulirti."
Ora Jeff era serio come O'Khan non lo aveva mai visto prima fuori kayfabe. Gli strinse la mano con forza, con nessuna intenzione di lasciarla andare, quasi timoroso che se lo facesse, lui potesse scappare via. Aveva la sensazione di dover parlare con Goto e Yoshi-Hashi il prima possibile, magari avrebbero avuto modo di rispondere alle sue domande. Riprese a guidare in silenzio finché non parcheggiò all'hotel dove condividevano una camera; in quel modo sarebbe riuscito ad aiutarlo meglio e se fosse successo qualcosa, sarebbe stato direttamente lì con lui.
Solo quando la porta della stanza si chiuse dietro di loro, Jeff si sentì meglio: ora potevano parlare quanto volevano, mentre lo avrebbe aiutato a lavarsi via la Green Mist. Lo prese per una mano fredda, ormai c'era abituato e non ci faceva più caso: anche se era uno Jiangshi umano, la sua pelle risultava comunque molto fredda rispetto al normale, accompagnandolo in bagno.
"Togliti i vestiti, che ti preparo la vasca."
Gli disse con un tono di voce gentile, aprendo l'acqua della vasca, attendendo che si riempisse abbastanza. Gli fece cenno di entrare, dandogli cortesemente una mano e lo fece mettere il più comodo possibile con la schiena appoggiata al bordo, dato che la zona interessata dalla Green Mist era solo quella davanti.
Si allungò verso un cassetto, da cui prese fuori un asciugamano, appoggiandolo sulle proprie gambe, prima di prendere il soffione della doccia in mano.
"Chiudi gli occhi."
Gli disse con tono di voce gentile, attivando l'acqua tiepida, così da non rischiare di scottarlo; stava già soffrendo abbastanza e non voleva aumentare il dolore che provava. Passò con cura e attenzione il getto d'acqua sul suo intero corpo, in particolare il viso, per togliere via quanto poteva della Green Mist.
O'Khan si mise il più comodo possibile nella vasca, chiudendo gli occhi appena Jeff glielo chiede. Sentire l'acqua che gli bagnava il viso lo faceva stare un po' meglio e almeno mentre gli scivolava via dal viso, non bruciava su altre parti del corpo.
Il getto d'acqua venne interrotto non molto dopo e Jeff iniziò a passare l'asciugamano delicatamente sul suo viso, togliendo con cura ogni residuo rimasto sulla sua pelle delicata. I suoi tocchi erano molto attenti, a volte doveva impiegare più tempo su qualche macchia, ma con tanta pazienza finalmente riuscì a pulirlo per bene: non c'er più traccia della Green Mist lì, ora doveva solo occuparsi delle sue mani, poi poteva mettergli della crema che lo avrebbe aiutato contro il bruciore. Solo quando guardò nuovamente O'Khan negli occhi, lo vide fisso a guardare le mani ancora sporche: stava forse pensando al tradimento di Muta?
"Tutti dicono bugie, Oka. Con te non l'ho mai fatto, ma anche io le ho dette a volte." Gli accarezzò una guancia, prima di mettersi a pulire le sue mani con altrettanta cura.
"Lo so... da quando ti conosco ne stiamo dicendo entrambi, solo pochi sanno che in realtà io sono uno Jiangshi, ma quella di Muta era una bugia diversa. Prima mi ha usato per vincere e poi mi ha voltato le spalle in quel modo, lasciandomi in quel dolore così atroce." Gliel'avrebbe fatta pagare, non sarebbe stato in grado di fare il suo match a gennaio, avrebbe finito la sua carriera ben prima per mano sua.
"Capisco come ti senti. La pagherà, te lo prometto."
Jeff non poteva sopportare il solo pensiero di ciò che aveva fatto il wrestler di Pro Wrestling Noah; voleva assolutamente punirlo per quello, avrebbe però dovuto discuterne con il reparto creativo, prima di iniziare una qualsiasi rappresaglia. Cercando di smettere di pensarci aiutò il compagno ad uscire dalla vasca e mentre si asciugava e metteva dei vestiti puliti, lui prese della crema, che poi gli spalmò sui segni rimasti, finendo così di prendersi cura di lui. Lo faceva sempre molto volentieri, era stato così fin dal primo giorno fino a quello attuale; insieme ne avevano passate di cotte e di crude e se ora O'Khan era in grado di parlare e fare wrestling era tutto merito suo, mentre all'inizio non era che solo in grado di fare saltelli e non parlare. -
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Fandom: NJPW
Personaggi: Taichi, Zack, Taka, Lance, Saeko, Fale, Elp
Wordcount: 4182
Saeko was waiting in Gorilla, together with her Suzuki-gun's stablemates and she was feeling totally nervous. It was the first day of G1 and her brother Taichi, Zack Sabre Jr, Taka and Lance Archer were scheduled to be up against Bullet Club's Chase Owens, Bad Luck Fale, Juice Robinson and Kenta. In fact, she felt nervous each time any of her stablemates had a match against any member of Bullet Club... yes, wrestling was always prescripted, so all that happened was always tried many times before the actual matches, but a botched bout could happen any time.
"Onee-chan, look at me." Taichi said in a soft voice, having her looking directly at him. "Nothing will happen to us, okay? Soften a bit. Plus you'll be at ringside, but pay attention when we'll be fighting around there. Please." He didn't want her to get involved or worse: injured.
"Please take care, all of you and should something be the matter, motion towards me and I'll check on any of you right away. This counts for everyone of course."
She was dead serious and all, apart from Lance, knew how she could be, if she wouldn't be taken seriously. All four men nodded and there was no yime to speak anymore, as Lance's music hit. After him it was Taka who went out, followed shortly after by Taichi and Zack, who were being introduced with their tag team name, Dangerous Tekkers. Saeko walked behind her big brother, the phoenix mask covering her nose and eyes as always, the hair pulled together in a complicated bun. While the others entered the ring, she stopped on the ring apron, while taking a deep breath. It wasn't her work anymore, sinvr she wasn't a young lion anymore, but she still took Taka's t-shirt, her brother's coat and mask, Zack's t-shirt at last, stepping down from the apron to leave them folded on a chair near the commentators. She always loved to do such things for her stable, she felt like she was the most suitable person for that job, since she knew all of them quite well.
As soon as she approached the ringside, the match was about to start, with Lance screaming at Bullet Club to do their "too sweet" sign and get out of his ring. Ah, she loved how much Lance was teasing Bad Luck Fale, even by only telling him to shut up... even though that guy was representing their stable in AEW, Saeko always felt good whenever she saw him, even though Lance was way bigger and could be scary at times. It didn't take much tume before she had to step away, as both Lance and Fale hit their opponents down from the apron and a ruckus started at the same time. She watched it unveal before her eyes while biting her lower lip, keeping a close eye on what was happening exactly. She gasped as her big brother was sent against the barricades, but couldn't get near him, after all she had done a promise.
"Zack..."
She started circling around said barricades and saw directly her brother's boyfriend getting sent against the turnbuckle, before being sent against the barricades by Kenta. Damn, she didn't like the situation at all, but luckily Bullet Club got back in the ring, leaving the English wrestler alone and finally she could approach him, a worried look on her face. She felt relieved as she received a thumbs up from him, signalling that he was feeling good. She quickly transitioned over to the other side, where Juice had just sent Taka flying, his ribs hitting over the barricades, taking out his breath. Juice be damned, they were both on the same block and he didn't know what was coming to him... Whatever he would do to her teammates, he would receive it back ten times harder.
"Are you okay, Taka-san?" Saeko kneeled down next to her senpai, as soon as the Bullet Club members left him alone and in agony.
"It hurts, but I'll be okay! Get out of here before it's too late, Saeko." Taka smiled at her concerned face, while he was clenching his rib cage.
"I'll check later on you."
Quickly backing behind the barricades, she saw Taichi another time in the ring, just seconds before he made a tag to Zack Sabre JR, while Chase Owens made one to Kenta. That match was slowly becoming too much to bare at that point. When the tag to Taka and Juice Robinson was made, she looked very closely, as the American put her senpai out with an elbow to the neck. She felt nervous as she was completely sure the match didn't have to end like that: she had seen and taken part in their practices and yes, Bullet Club would have the win, but simply not like that. It was clear to everyone too, as Juice tried to continue, but gave up and went for the cover, noticing that Taka was completely out. As the cameras focused on Zack and Kenta arguing before their match the following day, she slided on the ring, checking on her senpai, as he slowly regained consciousness.
"You are really out here making me worry, Taka-san?" Saeko giggled as she helped him get out of the ring. "We better let the others quarrel with their opponents right now."
"Shouldn't you do it too?" Taka asked, glad of the help to his feet.
"Nakashima, help him back! Slowly please." Said young lion took her place, while she shifted her attention to El Phantasmo, who was set to have a match against her the following day, in her hometown. "None of your sheanigans will work on me, El Phantasmo. Extremely Long Phallus? I bet yours it extremely short, or you wouldn't need to talk about it so much. Sleep tight." She grinned, looking at his furious expression: those words about his cock surely had an impact on him, which was exactly what she wanted.
"I'll make you regret what you just said, I would suggest you keep your eyes open, who knows what could happen." Riley tried to shout back, clenching a hand in a fist, touched way too much by those words.
"Don't mind her, come on." Fale had reached them, at the same time as Lance approached Saeko, trying to get his teammate out of there.
"Well said and done, Saeko." He put a hand over her shoulder, receiving a simple nod from her, who was now focused on getting backstage to check on her senpai.
"I'll go check on Taka, you all go to the interview room without me, I'll join you there."
Those words were directed both to Lance and to Taichi, who was quarreling with Chase Owens, who gave her a nod back. She picked the gears up while heading backstage, finally leaving them in the locker room, on the same bench where Taka was lying. She had a special bond with him, that guy had trained her in his dojo before and while she was a young lion. If she was where she was at that moment, it was even because of him, and not only because she was Taichi's little sister and she could never forget that.
Even without being the official doctor there at NJPW, Saeko had studied medicine, specializing on physiotherapy, ending her master with full points, so she knew what to do and if someone needed urgent care, to do massages or give consultations.
"How are you doing, Taka-san? You can talk freely to me, even though I'm not the official doctor." To be a wrestler and a university student at the same time hadn't been always easy, but there she was. If only she would have decided to leave wrestling, she could easily get a job there.
"Thank you for your concern and help, Saeko." He smiled at her, motioning at his neck area. "The neck feels a bit stiff, the side hurts too, but it's slowly fading away." He explained, looking at the door.
"The stiffness comes from the hit Juice gave you, it was too hard and really knocked you out cold. I'll give you a massage afterwards though, so it'll get better." She transitioned to the side which hurt him, noticing that a small bruise was forming there. "A bruise is forming there, I'll touch it to see if there could be something broken. Tell me if it hurts." She asked him some questions, before starting to slowly touch the interested part.
"Ouch..." Taka grimaced at the pain, closing his eyes.
"I'm really sorry, Taka-san!" She stopped touching his side, nodding for a moment. "Can you take a deep breath, please?"
"Don't feel sorry, Saeko. Yes." Luckily he did as told without a single problem, nor pain.
"Okay, no rib is broken, nor strained. Put an ice bag over the hurting part for 20 minutes, 4 times a day and all should be good in 3 days." She felt relieved that it was all okay.
"What about tomorrow? Can I still have the match with Lance? Or should I better rest?" He finally asked, concerned.
"You can take part in it, but no being body slammed, it could worsen the pain." She had to speak with Lance too about that, it was really important that he wouldn't do it at any cost. "I'll talk with Lance about this too, don't worry." While speaking, she felt a hug from her senpai and smiled.
"Okay, don't worry! You should go now though, Bullet Club is probably almost done with the backstage interview by now. Don't stay here with an old man like me." He laughed, which she did too, before standing up and reaching the door.
"Rest, okay? I'll have a young lion bring you an ice pack." Before she could open the door, someone knocked on it. "Hey onii-chan, I'm coming1" She screamed, but the knocking didn't stop. "Uh... Come on in, I guess?" She didn't even know why she thought it would be her brother, that was their - Suzuki-gun's - locker room, so he could have gone in without having to knock.
"Before you do the interview, we would like to talk with you, Saeko-san." It was Obhari and the producer and that was so confusing and strange.
"Sure... Is something the matter?" She was beginning to feel frightened, what had she done now?
"We actually need to make some changes to the blocks... we wanted to know if it would be okay for you to switch to the C block." It was very rare for something like that to happen, especially while the tournament had already started, but it was like it was important. "The other option would be for you to switch to the A block, but we would like to keep you against Okada in the finals.
"..." She didn't like that situation at all, but... How would they change her match the next day? "Who would take my place in the D block? and who am I going to replace in the C block?" Were those two really okay with it? It didn't make any sense, it was all too confusing.
"Yano would take your place, EVIL would go to the A block, while you take EVIL's spot. They noticed Saeko wasn't convinced or happy with that and it made totally sense, to tell the truth.
"Have you already spoken to them? Are they okay with it? It could work for me... EVIL will then replace me tomorrow against El Phantasmo and I won't have any group matches in my hometown?" That was quite disappointing, to tell the truth.
"You can go up against Yoshi-Hashi and Fale will team with Finlay, we understand that having a group match in your hometown is really important for you and we don't want to take it away." They didn't have much time to practice it, they would probably have to improvise, as long as Saeko was the winner in the end. "We just need to speak with Yoshi-Hashi about it, but we wanted to do it after your agreement." That was going to be so complicated, but they couldn't do anything about it right now.
"Well... I guess it's okay, as long as Yoshi-Hashi-san will be happy about it. Please talk to him as soon as possible, so we can already start to train for the match." She didn't like to give orders, but couldn't avoid it.
"We'll right now. You can go to the interview room and already speak about these changes. We'll announce it while you speak."
Saeko nodded simply and slowly left the locker room, going to the interview room: it was really impossible that something like that was really happening, she still couldn't believe it... She sighed heavily, many thoughts were going through her mind, but if the outcome would somehow be the same, then it would be okay. The whole situation felt strange, but if they wanted to do so, then okay. She was eagerly waiting to be able to test herself against Zack though, in a real one-on-one match andwas happy about it. As she reached the interview area, the members of Bullet Club had just finished speaking. She stayed the whole time near her big brother, while the others spoke and, in the end, she spat everything out.
"This G1 Climax has just started, today is the first day, and there is a change. Block C...! She enphasized the block letter, while speaking, facing the camera directly, phasing down the interview area. "C block, you all better prepare yourself, because if before you thought you were safe until the semifinals, now you aren't anymore!" She stopped in front of the camera, looking at Zack for a brief moment. "Kenta, Goto, Tanahashi, Naito, Henare, Kimie and you too Zack Sabre Jr, tremble, as the Feniks has come to your kingdom and won't leave in ashes, she just layed her nest in your block. I'll look forward to my new match-ups, thank you very much!"
A quick glance at Lance, Zack and her brother told her that they weren't expecting that, but she wanted to explain it away from there. Saeko was the first to leave that area, marching towards their locker room, the eyes of her stablemates on her back. She was still quite baffled about the whole situation, how could she explain it rationally? As she entered the room and sat on the bench, she looked over at the three men standing not far away from her. Taka was still sitting where she left him, but her focus was entirely on the other men there.
"Let me try to explain... It's complicated and I can't still believe it, but yeah, I'll switch to the C block. I was here checking on Taka-san, when Obhari-sama and the producer came and told me they had to do some changes to the blocks. I still don't know why exactly, but I was given the option ti either go there, or the A block and come on... We all know perfectly that the C block is more suitable to me." She tried to explain. bringing the hands to cup her face, breathing deeply.
"That was totally unexpected, has something happened?" Asked Zack, confused.
"I'm not sure, fact is that Yano-san will take my place in the D block, while EVIL will replace him in the A block and I take his place." She shrugged, closing her eyes for a moment. "Look at the bright side of all of this, Zack: we can have a single competition... and trust me when I say that I look so much forward to it." She smiled at him, standing up to hug him.
"I can't wait until that day." He chuckled and hugged her back.
"But first tomorrow you are up against Kenta. I'll be in your corner as always! You go and win, mh?" She laughed a bit, looking up at him.
"I feel offended that you even think he could stand a chance and beat me." Zack pouted, something he never did on television. He did have some times where he would lose his shit, but no pouting at all.
"You better come to our match at full points. Who knows who they'll book to win."
She was serious and Taichi liked how she was handling the whole situation. He was sure though, that she didn't take that news very well. Who would have wanted something like that to happen? He knew his little sister so much, that he was 100% sure that inside she was panicking. That cheerful demeanour was just a facade, to not have them worry about her, She had always been like that and he didn't really like it. She needed to say things out loud some times, not keep always everything for herself. She wasn't even able to properly prepare for her hometown match the next day, while it wouldn't be a problem for the next matches.
To say that he was feeling proud, was an understatement: that was her fourth G1 Climax and she was gonna ace it, winning all the way until the finals against Kazuchika Okada. Such a sudden change and, most of all, after the start of the tournament was quite strange though, and Taichi himself wouldn't have liked it either. Saeko looked over at Taka, she hadn't had the time to massage his neck, but that wasn't the right place to do it.
"Do I need to check you three out too? Especially you Zack, after the hit against the turnbuckle and the barricades..." She asked, loudly enough to be heard by everyone in that room.
"I'm good, it's appreciated though." Said Lance, nodding for a moment. "I'll see you all tomorrow!" And with that, Lance left them alone.
"Well? Onii-chan, are you okay?" She asked, a bit concerned, but he nodded.
"I am good. Take care of Zack." He smiled at her, leaving a kiss on her forehead.
"Okay, here surely isn't the right place to check a back, even less an ideal place to massage a neck. You two could come at our house and then Taka-san you could go back to your hotel."
All three of them were okay with that option, so they went out of the locker room afer taking everything with them, heading to the exit of the building, but Saeko stopped in her steps as soon as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She could tell it was of a man's, it wasn't Kimie's, her felt way different and not so strong. She slowly turned around, not really afraid, but she was eager to know who it was and actually... she probably knew why she was stopped. The first thing that she noticed was the stock that the wrestler had in the free hand, then his blue ring gear, up to his face: Hirooki Goto. She smiled: it was good to see him, she had always looked up to him, if she had to be honest and in the past they already had some pretty good matches against each other. So he was the designated person to have the match against her the next day, instead of Juice? Well, she couldn't ask for more, to be honest.
"Goto-san, so you are my opponent tomorrow? Damn, I'm starting off high, mh?" It was more than a pleasure for her, he shouldn't take it as a bad sign, but still...
"Well yes, I'll be your opponent... I was thinking, since you should live near here, should we practice here? Or do you have a ring at home that we could use as much as we can? We always pay the most attention, but it's still important to go over all the details, each spot and everything." Goto had a point, Saeko wasn't even tired, since she hadn't had a match that night, so they could have used a couple of hours for that.
"I was planning on going back home, to tend to Zack and Taka-san, we do have a ring in the basement, so we can definitely use that. You could eat dinner with us too if you wish. Training is very important for tomorrow, given that we weren't even meant to face each other in this tournament." She smiled and walked past him, motioning him to follow her. "You can come with us and I'll bring you back to your hotel when we are done with training and with eating."
She didn't wait for him to answer, she just lead him out, all the way to her car, where her brother, Zack and Taka were waiting. She had that car since her young lion's days, it had seen so many places among them and it still worked perfectly fine. It could easily fit 9 people and as they were all in, Saeko drove for about ten minutes at most, while they all spoke about different topics. As soon as they got home they all greeted the parents, going to the basement. Down there, Saeko had a room built for physiotherapy session, there was a huge gym and in behind another door there was the room with the wrestling in it. That ring had seen so much of her practices since she started wrestling with her brother at a young age, even though they had renovated it due to it's use. Before heading to it, she excused herself, letting her brother guide Goto and Taka to the ring, while she got in the physiotherapy room with Zack. Saeko had him lay on the bed, starting to gently massage his stiff back, until she could feel that everything was fine. He was gonna ace the match the next day, she was sure about that and now that he wasn't stiff anymore, it was even better. It was only when she was done, that Zack sat up and looked at her, laying a hand on her shoulder.
"How do you feel? You seem so calm, but there is no way you really are, right?" Zack liked her, she was simply the thoughest girl she had ever seen up until that moment in his life and there she was, perfectly okay with all what happened, about to have a damn hard match the next day, without any proper preparation prior to that. He would have freaked out, if it happened to him, but she seemed so cool with it, for some unknown reasons to him. He highly doubted that she asked that, who knew why it had been like that.
"I'm not sure... It was unexpected, it's the first time since G1 is on, that something like this was decided, surely in the past there were changes due to injuries, but not something like this. I'm glad they gave me the option to either go in Lance's block or your and yeah, this one is far better for me, but I can't help being a little overwhelmed. I have a match against Goto-san tomorrow and not much time to prepare it together. They should have thought about something like this, but at the same time I'm still glad I get to have an important match in my hometown. SO... Like you can understand, from a point, I am overwhelmed by the news, in the other side I'm still happy. Am I freaking out internally? Totally yes, but I'm sure it'll all go smoothly. Me and Goto are really cautious wrestlers after all."
She stood up, letting that Zack did the same, before heading out of the room, to call Taka, after having set up the bed in a comfortable way, so that the rib cage wouldn't hurt. She took enough time to ease the stiffness in his neck, careful not to worsen the pain and finally let him free at least 20 minutes afterwards. She remembered him to put ice on the ribs. Now she was feeling the weight of all of that: she was tired, hungry, but it was better if she trained before eating, if she didn't want to throw up the food.
Her and Goto trained for at least two hours, under the constant watch of her stablemates, before calling it a night. They both agreed to train more in the morning, while eating dinner all together. After that, she brought Taka and Goto to their hotels, going back home afterwards.
"Sleep tight onii-chan, Zack you too!" -
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As Finn was finally introduced to his new room, which didn't have much apart from a bed, a desk and a wardrobe, Joe looked at him. It seemed like the slave was sceptic, like he couldn't believe that it would be his own room from that day onward. Fergal wouldn't sleep in Joe's room, but both were connecting, so it would be easy for him to get in the other one.
"I don't know how you lived with your previous masters, but here with me, you are a bit more free." He was glad that Fergal was feeling better, he had him really scared for a moment when they were in the garden.
"Uh... Thank you sir." Fergal hadn't slept in a real bed for a while now, the max he had gotten had been a mattress on the floor, when the days were bad though, the cold floor had been the only option for him.
"This door opens to my room, so it's easier for you to have your moment of privacy, but at the same time you can be quickly there when I want you to." Something was telling him that Fergal wasn't used to being treated like that and it was clear by how his eyes were buzzing around the room, still in concrete disbelief. "You can relax this evening, just make yourself comfortable." Joe slowly reached the door he had previously pointed to the slave, waiting before opening it.
"I-if you need me, I can come already, sir." Fergal didn't look at him in the eyes, he was feeling another time uneasy, but he didn't want to stay alone. It didn't matter what Joe would do to him, he just wanted to please him.
"..." Joe thought for a moment: it was okay if he really wanted to do something, but it wasn't necessary. "As you wish. I wanted to let you rest, but if you insist... Come on in."
Joe finally opened the door and entered his massive bedroom, letting it open. He wandered around the big bed, peeking sometimes over at the door, to see if Fergal would do something. It was like he was hesitating, not sure about what to do, or was he waiting for an order? The Samoan brought a hand to the back of his head scratching it lightly, as an idea hit him; he could already test how good he was at blowjobs, he would have all the time of the world to get to know the body of his first, and hopefully only, slave. Joe sat at the edge of the king sized bed, looking up at Fergal, who was still in the other room, his gaze wandering over his figure.
"Finn, come here. There is, indeed, something you can do tonight, before we actually start tomorrow." Joe simply pointed in front of himself.
"Okay sir."
Now that he was given permission to enter his master's bedroom, he actually did it, reaching the spot he had been indicated, really quick. Fergal was glad and proud to be of any use that night, at least it would keep his mind off other thoughts. He kneeled down in front of him, his face right at the heigth of his crotch, while Joe brought a hand between his lightly long dark hair, pulling on them, so Fergal would look right at his face. It wasn't a strong grip, Fergal had the impression that he was so gentle, but maybe it was because it was his first day there... who could know how the future with him would be?
"I want you to show me how good you are at doing blowjobs. Wrap your delicious mouth around my cock and suck the soul out of me."
Joe started undoing his belt, but Finn's hands reached it fast, doing it instead. He didn't lose contact with his eyes not even for a brief moment, while he struggled a bit, too eager to take the belt off. His master seemed to be pleased with what he was doing and the slave felt somehow good. When the belt was finally off, Finn unbuttoned Joe's pants too, hands taking the edges so he could bring them down at least at the knees. He licked his lower lips as his gaze went to Joe's boxers: even if he wasn't hard, they were tight, so he could already see the form of his dick and it seemed huge. Joe shifted to a more comfortable position, leaving Finn's hair, a smile appearing on his lips as he felt his slave's hand touching him through the fabric of the boxers. It was a gentle and slow touch, it followed its entire form, circling around it. Joe could already tell that Fergal was good at it, it seemed like he knew perfectly how to tease his master and the Samoan loved that. Finn pressed his lips against the fabric, leaving kisses over the form of his hardening dick, leaving some traces of saliva behind. As he finally decided to free Joe's dick from the boxers, Fergal took the edge of the clothing between his teeth, struggling a bit to take them down. It wasn't easy, but the Samoan helped him by raising his hips until the soft fabric slid over his thigs; the expression on Finn's face was enrapturing him and he finally felt relief as his cock was finally free. To take the boxers off, Finn took them with the hands, lowering them and throwing them on the floor.
"Be a good slave and finally take your master's dick between these beautiful lips."
Finn didn't need Joe to tell him something like that, but he wanted to do something else first. With the tongue he slowly licked his shaft, indulging most on the tip of his dick. Joe closed his eyes, letting Finn do whatever he wanted to; he was sure that the slave wouldn't do anything stupid to take advantage of that situation, so he could stay like that. Finn on his side, closed his lips around the tip of his shaft, slowly taking it in his mouth in a constant teasing. Joe let out a subtle moan, fuck Fergal's mouth felt so hot and at the same time so damn good, around it. That guy surely knew how to do things right and he was appreciating it a bit too much. It was feeling so good that Joe had the feeling that he could come at any given moment right down his throat while Finn started having a quick pace, he had learnt not to wait for his masters to order him, he just did it on default, even if Joe's dick was thicker and longer than the others he had already sucked off in the past. With a hand he massaged his master's testicles, stimulating them even more, his gaze meeting finally meeting Joe's another time. From it, he could tell for sure that the Samoan was about to cum down his throat and he would obviously let him do it, like a good slave. He picked up the pace yet another time and it wasn't long before Joe put a hand between his hair to keep his face there, while he released his semen down his throat. Finn's lip curled up in a smile while he swallowed every drop of the semen coming out of Joe's dick, not letting any fall on the floor.When Joe pulled out, Fergal licked his dick clean, as his master let his hair go. Fuck, that had been the best blowjob he had received up until now, that guy was truly good at it, there was no way to deny it.
"You did a great job, maybe that man was wrong." Joe brought a hand to his chin, while praising him: he deserved it, he had been such a good guy after all. "You can go now, we'll see each other tomorrow." He dismissed him, while laying backward on the mattress, trying to catch his breath.
"Okay sir. Good night."
Fergal stood finally up, his knees hurt a bit, but he let a smile form on his lips, before turning his shoulders at him and going in his room. On the way there, he closed the door behind himself, and sunk on the floor, his back against it, bringing a hand to the lips; that had been way better than all the other times, he was being really taken care of, even though he was just a slave. Getting on his feet, the Irish guy reached the bed slowly, he took his time to taste the fabric of the white cover. Even if the room was quite empty, Fergal felt like he was home: he could recall really clearly how he slept when he was with the other masters, if they would even let him and he felt like that was luxus for him; it was more than he could even imagine.
His gaze stopped on a little bag on the edge of the bed: someone had clearly brought his clothes he had with him, even though it wasn't much. Surely at Roman's mercé, he had to stay naked, or wear something particular he would be given, but when the master didn't need him he could actually wear something comfortable for him. He changed clothes and left the bag on the floor, sinking on the bed with a sigh: he didn't want to close his eyes, he perfectly knew that he needed to sleep, but he was sure that some nightmares would hunt his dreams. It had been like that since the day where Allen Jones had helped him escape from that mad man. If he thought back to that day of some months ago, Fergal would ask himself how he was doing: between the peers of his previous master, Allen had been always nice to him, it had been him who had taken care of the open wound on the butt cheek... that Jay White had probably found out that it had been him who had helped him escape, so wondering what happened to him was only right. Fergal curled up between the sheets, looking in the void, as he started becoming tired. He slowly closed his eyes, the hands gripping the sheets, his breath steady, his heart pumping normally in his chest.
The room was extremely dark, Fergal couldn't get accostumed to it, but it didn't matter, since he could hear very well. A sound of steps filled it and suddenly Finn felt a stabbing pain at the back, where bruises already started to form. It hurt like hell, it burnt like hell too, somehow he could feel he was already bleeding. The whip hit him at least ten times on the back and probably other ten on his chest, leaving red bruises and some of them bled. During that session he could swear he had lost consciousness at least one time, due to the pain of all those hits, which had been harder each new one.
Fergal started moving around in the bed, shifting position so many times that he almost fell off one or two times. He hated when he had such nightmares, he couldn't simply find peace from such bad memories.
With one last powerful whip on the back he fell to the hard and cold ground, if he didn't touch it, it was only because of his hands. He felt a boot pressing onto the back of his head, making his face smash on the tiles, as Jay White whiped it between his hair.
"We aren't done here."
Fergal woke up suddenly, screaming and shaking under the sheets, as he felt a pain in the chest. His eyes were filled with fear, with tears flowing down his cheek, as he brought a hand to his mouth, as he understood that he had just screamed, in the middle of the night. Fuck his master wouldn't surely like to be awaken by his screams out of nowhere. Fergal tensed up as he felt a knock on the communicating door: he didn't want to answer, but Joe could easily open it and be totally angry about all of that.
"Can I come in?" Joe of course was awakened by the scream, he could have heard it even if his room would have been on the far end of the corridor.
"Y-yes sir..." Fergal laid still under the sheets, he didn't want to see his angry expression; this time he had fucked everything up really bad and it was still his first day there.
"Nightmare?" Joe sat near on the edge of his bed, not too near him, to let him have his space.
"Yes sir, I didn't mean to wake you up though. I'm really sorry." Fergal stopped shaking, but remained still under the duvet. "Bad nightmare, about... my past." He bit the lower lip, drying the tears with his sleeve.
"Can you please come out from under there?" Joe asked and smiled as Fergal did that. "Come with me in my room and sleep on my bed, for this night at least. I can't assure that it'll tame away the nightmares, but it could help somehow."
Fergal looked at him in shock: no one had ever treated him like that, his master still had authority, but it was totally different. He slowly got out of the sheets and followed Joe over to his room, rolling himself into a ball, on one edge of that king sized bed. It was okay for him to just lay there, it was already way too much from Joe, who was currently looking at him with a concerned look.
Joe didn't really know how to feel about that: first the panic attack, now the nightmare... what's more, was that he didn't know how to help him out, so he did the only thing that came to his mind and yes, it had been to bring him there and let him sleep on his bed, just like his parents did when he was a little boy. It probably felt humiliating for the guy, but he couldn't think about anything else and it was too late to speak about that, he just needed some well deserved sleep, like his slave did. Joe crawled slowly under the sheet after turning off the light: he could still see where Fergal was, since the moond was illuminating his figure; he seemed calmer now, his chest went up and down at the right pace, while he had his eyes shut and was probably trying to go back to sleep. The Samoan found himself taking a close look at his slave for too much time, but he wanted to make sure that it would be all okay. In the end he fell asleep, without getting awakened another time during the night. It was when the sun kissed Fergal's face, that he woke up the next morning; as he opened his eyes he felt confused, that wasn't his room, but it didn't take him too long to remember why he was in his master's bed. He felt his cheek burn from embarassment, so he tried to look around, to focus on something else, but Joe wasn't there and his scent was all over the room. He waited there, sitting simply with the shoulder against the wall behind him, fearing what would happen if he would even try to go in his own room. With the head tilted toward the window he looked outside, until his attention was caught by steps and the sound of the door closing.
"You're finally awake, I hope you slept well in the end." Said Joe as soon as he realised that Fergal was awake.
"Yes sir, I did, thank you for... letting me stay here." Fergal got off the bed before Joe could become angry, staying near the window.
"No problem. Here there is something for you to eat, then you can follow me, I adapted a new room for our use, instead of the one you saw yesterday."
Joe had woke up some hours ago to set up the new room, he hoped that now it would be okay, because he already wanted to start with the training. He pointed to a plate which was set on a little table. Fergal nodded and sat down to eat, even if it wasn't too much, he was really hungry and finished the food quickly. When done, he stood back up, following his master close behind, calmer than the previous day as he first came there. Fergal took a deep breath as they stopped at a door, right before Joe opened it. -
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Aj hadn't had the time to think too much about the problem La had with his boyfriend since Elimination Chamber had taken his mind completely off the matter. Now that it was over and he was in his hotel room alone, waiting to fall asleep, he couldn't stop thinking about that.
Shaun had always been a really good friend to him, but what if it wasn't the same for the American? Fuck, Aj didn't want to have to cope with all of that, not now that he was madly in love with Grayson. Why did it have to be him in that situation... After going back to the United States he absolutely had to sort that situation out, once and for all.
- Ehy Aj, I'm proud of you, you did so well out there! Too bad you didn't win, but I really enjoyed watching you. -
Aj couldn't help but smile at that message, he couldn't really understand how that guy had gone under his skin like that, until he eventually fell in love, but there they were.
- Thank you Grayson, you better focus on your match next week! I'm sure you'll win, I'll cheer up on you. -
Aj still wasn't sure if he had to tell him he would be in Orlando, he wasn't even sure he could make it, since all the travel he would already sustain from Saudi Arabia. No, that should be a surprise, before his match against La Knight, since Grayson's restraining order towards the American was blown off by the Australian himself, as he had attacked him.
When he had gone back to Gainesville he had had plenty of rest, no Raw the following morning, so he had the time to actually recover from the jet lag. It wasn't like he wasn't accostumed to it, he had been in Japan when he was having matches for the NJPW and the jet lag had surely been heavier there with so many hours of difference, which were more than the ones between USA and Saudi Arabia. That seven hours it took him to get to Orlando by car were probably the hardest ones: Aj's mind was way too busy thinking about something, or better, SOMEONE else. At least he didn't have any car accidents and there he finally was: the Performance Center was right in front of him, in all of its beauty. The Phenomenal looked at it with a nostalgic expression, a smile on his lips, while he finally opened the door and slid out of his seat. Now that he was there, he felt kind of nervous, but he was there to find Grayson and, hopefully, confront La Knight, but they had to be alone; Aj didn't really want the Australian to hear them, nor should anybody else.
After closing the car, AJ marched towards the entrance of the PC, his pass hanging around his neck, so noone would ask anything. Everyone there knew him, but he wasn't really meant to be there, to be backstage, but he could come up with some cheap excuses with security, if they would question. Noone knew he would be there, nor Grayson, neither La Knight and the probability to find one of them already there was high. AJ sighed as he pushed the backdoor open, looking around for a moment: he couldn't see anyone, probably they still had to come, or they were already in the locker rooms. The security wasn't there, they were probably getting ready to accept the fans in the building and that was good for him: he didn't have to find an excuse for him to be there, nor did he have to call Grayson to pick him up. The Phenomenal started to walk the corridor, looking around him and in each locker room he found open, even though he perfectly knew which one was Grayson's.
LA Knight had just gotten to the Performance Center, it was still early, but he liked to get there on time with his red car. That day he felt pretty good: he could finally put his hands on Grayson Waller and he couldn't ask for more. He wanted to let him pay everything he had done up until that moment and he would surely win their match, no matter what.
As he entered the building, he waved at some fellow wrestlers, but stopped in his tracks as he saw someone who was more than just a friend to him. That shoulder-length hair were unmistakable for him, as he would recognise AJ Styles even between hundred people around him.
They had been friends for years and it was at least since two or three that La Knight was feeling something more than friendship towards the Georgian. He had never said anything, because he felt like admitting that would just cause their friendship to shatter to pieces, which he definitely didn't want to happen. Why was Allen there? He didn't recall getting a message that he would be there, backstage more than anything...
His heart started pumping harder, as he walked faster to reach for Aj's hand. He didn't say a thing as he finally grabbed it and turn around, walking in the opposite direction where AJ was headed.
The Phenomenal didn't really care about trying to understand who it was: there was only one guy who would take his hand like that and that would be Grayson. He didn't pay attention to how different that hand felt, his mind was totally somewhere else, so he didn't struggle, nor did he try to get away from the grasp. He felt it had been easy to find him and the thought of their lips rubbing against each other for that good luck kiss made him happy. Fuck, the Grayson Waller Effect had really gotten way too much to him, but now they loved each other so much.
He followed who he thought it was Grayson without saying anything, without opposing himself. It didn't take much before he was taken to a locker room and the door got slightly closed behind him; it was empty, they seemingly were the only ones there, but it was better, in that way they wouldn't break out their secret relationship.
La finally let him go as soon as the door closed a bit; when he finally turned to face Allen, he could see disbelief in his eyes. Damn, he had to admit that such an expression hurt: the other man was probably hoping to be there with Waller and La Knight hated that.
Before the Georgian could say anything, La shoved him against the wall, trapping him with his arms at either side of his face. From Aj's body expressions, he could tell that he felt a bit unease at the moment.
"I want to talk to you, Allen. It's a serious thing." La was dead serious, while he respected AJ's space, even though his hands could be seen as a restraint.
"Okay Shaun, but can't this talk wait?" AJ wasn't feeling nervous, he just wanted to find Grayson as soon as possible.
"No, Allen, it can't wait anymore." La sighed for a moment and Aj could swear he saw a glimpse of loneliness in his eyes.
"... Okay, go on then." AJ sighed briefly, clenching his first for a moment, as he waited for whatever the other had to say.
"Allen… I…" LA felt so fragile, that would surely ruin everything, but he just couldn't keep his mouth shut. "It has been years since we got to know each other and, honestly, one or two years after I started falling in love with you." LA felt stupid: it was clearly too late for that now.
"..." The Phenomenal didn't answer at first, totally taken aback from that confession. "Shaun, this is difficult for me… I always saw you only as a fr-"
AJ didn't have the time to finish the sentence, since he felt a tight grip on his wrists and lips closing on his, in a kiss. He widened his eyes: fuck, that wasn't good, he didn't want all of that. Now he felt guilty since he kissed someone else, without wanting to do so, though.
He tried hard to break free from LA's grip, but the younger man was powerful and, before he could think about doing something else, the grip loosened itself as LA Knight fell onto the ground, massaging his jaw.
As AJ looked around, he finally saw Grayson standing there, a killing gaze in his eyes, towering over LA, ready to punch him another time. His heart became heavy and missed one or two beats as he saw how hurt Grayson looked. Damn, that was all a misunderstanding, Grayson couldn't have come at the worst time, right? Fuck, AJ moved quickly and locked Grayson, stopping him from doing LA any more harm.
"Matt, stop! I… I know you're angry, but you have a match afterwards." AJ was concerned for his well-being too, of course.
"..." Grayson let himself get locked by his boyfriend, all of that hurt, he had seen enough and it hurt like hell. "I saw more than I should have… you lied to me last week, didn't you?" He clenched his fists, trying to calm down, to not start crying in front of that motherfucker who LA was.
"What…? No, I never lied! I was telling him he has only been a friend to me, nothing more." AJ tightened the grip on him, with the fear of losing him and he didn't want that. "Please Matt… trust me."
Grayson didn't answer: all hurt still so badly that he needed some time alone, he needed to beat the shit out of LA for putting his dirty lips on HIS boyfriend. He was almost sure that Shaun started it, but the thought that Aj didn't try to break free was still on his mind, rent free. Evading Aj's grip wasn't difficult, it didn't take him too much effort and his only goal was to punch LA another time, but he got, yet again, stopped by Allen. This time the Phenomenal's grip had more power, but Grayson didn't really have the will to fight back at that point; if he couldn't punish him there, then he would do it in the ring, where AJ couldn't interfere.
Shaun had the time to get up and go out of the room, he left without a single word, without looking at either of them, but he was glad that AJ had helped and kept Grayson under control. His heart felt heavier as he went to his locker room, he spent much time preparing himself, getting in his gear, so that he could simply keep his mind off that kiss. Now he fully regretted it, not because of what AJ would think and not because of Grayson's reaction, he couldn't really care less, but because he had enjoyed it and wished he could get more.
When AJ finally let Grayson go, the younger man sighed as he brought a hand between his hair: he just wanted to go away from there, but he knew he couldn't, he had a match coming up and if he didn't go get ready and speak with Sanga, he would totally be late.
"I have to go get ready... Enjoy the show from back here, or from my locker room, but don't you dare come out there."
Grayson's voice sounded way colder than he intended it to be, but AJ understood why it was like that. He didn't really know exactly how much he had seen or what he had thought, but that reaction was normal, even if it hurt him. AJ simply nodded, following him only to make sure that he didn't go searching for LA Knight. When they came at his locker room, AJ decided it was better to leave him alone with Sanga, so he waited with his back against the wall. Now that he was there all alone, the weight of what happened closed on him and he slowly sat on the floor, the face between his hands, already thinking that Grayson would hate him forever and wouldn't want to talk to him anymore. He sighed and decided to go to the cafeteria to take something to drink, to keep his mind off what happened before. The match would start in fifteen minutes, so he had plenty of time to sit there alone and drink some water, before standing by one of the screens. As he sat at one of the tables, he could hear the bantering far away from him, other wrestlers passing by, shooting a promo, or something else, but he couldn't care less.
"So at some point you'll pass me a steel chair, Sanga. I don't care if this will disqualify me, LA Knight has to learn a lesson."
Grayson had explained how he would take care of the match, it'd run more or less like it was intended to, but he wouldn't win, he would get disqualified for sure, while getting his revenge on that older guy. Sanga simply nodded without asking questions: he was being paid to be his "insurance policy" and had to do what Grayson said, so he would do it.
"And his opponent... Grayson Waller!"
AJ was looking at one of the screens in the corridor, sitting on a crate, arms crossed over his chest. He was feeling somewhat anxious as he watched Grayson making his entrance: he could feel the tension in the air all the way there, as Grayson and LA stood in front of each other in the ring. The match started smoothly, even though it was obvious that Grayson was too stiff and not really in the zone. AJ didn't know the script, how that match had been thought, but he was pretty sure that both of them were going out of that, with LA mainly trying to adjust to whatever Grayson was doing. Damn, maybe he should have told his boyfriend to not have that match, it was really dangerous in his state of mind. As Grayson made LA fall weirdly on the ring, AJ could only watch as Sanga slid a steel chair near Grayson, while the referee had his back towards them, to check on the older guy. The Georgian sighed and closed his eyes for a second, being able to imagine what the other wanted to do, without the need to properly watch it. Sanga springed onto the apron to distract the referee yet another time and Grayson was finally able to actuate his plan. As Shaun got up holding onto the ropes, the Australian hit him once on the back, making him fall on the second rope, before being hit at least two more times, before the referee actually saw him, recalled by the strange sound. The man motioned quickly for the bell to be played, while he tried to make Grayson back up and have him lower the steel chair.
"Here is your winner, as a result of a disqualification... LA Knight!"
Grayson heard it clearly, but it didn't matter to him, his gaze was focused on LA's back, as he more or less moved the referee gently out of the way, hitting LA one three more times before a too familiar music diffused in the air. If there was something Grayson truly hated, was not knowing where Dexter Lumis was and that was the case too. LA Knight smirked as he saw Grayson's eye widen, as the younger man turn around multiple times to try and find Lumis... It was enough of a distraction for him to take the steel chair off of his hands and hit him on the back exactly how Grayson previously did. AJ in the back watched as all the tantrum started in front of his eyes: he wanted to go out and help his boyfriend, he had been told he shouldn't dare doing it, but how could he simply stay there put? He paced around in the Gorilla zone, watching as Bron Breakker, the actual NXT Champion, went out too, probably to the aid of LA Knight, biting his lower lip. Grayson couldn't hate him more if he went out there, right?AJ waved to one of the show assistant to not play his music, as he finally made his way to the ring. He was welcomed with a huge roar from the crowd and normally he would stop to take it in, but he was focused on rescuing Grayson, no matter what it could cost him. As he slid into the ring, he took in the position of Dexter, who was now simply in a corner, watching as LA was about to hit Grayson with a last and powerful chair shot, Bron Breakker in the meantime was keeping Sanga busy, so Grayson was completely alone. Grayson, on the other hand, was trying to stand back up on his feet and LA was too focused on the younger man to see that he was there too. The decision was quick, as AJ reached both of them and shoved Grayson out of harm way, taking that last powerful chair shot directly on the ribs instead of his boyfriend. As the chair hit, his breath was knocked out, he fell hard on the ring, trying to soften the fall with his hands, but somehow he still hit it hard. Around him it felt like the whole world and time froze: LA lowered the steel chair in shock and disbelief, his hands shaking. Focused as he was on hitting that annoying brat, he hadn't seen AJ coming and he was quite sure that his music entrance wasn't hit. He got on his knees, determined on checking up on AJ, but was shoved away by a really angry Grayson.
"Don't you even dare to touch him!"
He yelled at him, getting on his knees to actually check on his boyfriend. Fuck, he had told him not to go out there, but AJ had been stubborn and still went out there. He helped him sit up slowly, noticing directly the pained expression which AJ made; he clenched his fists, trying to stay calm and composed, but the rage in his body was too overwhelming.
"Are you okay?" Of course AJ was in pain, but he wanted to be sure he could walk backstage, even with his help.
"My ribs ache, but I think I am good to walk backstage."
Grayson held the ropes for him, helping him to get out of the ring. They walked slowly backstage, at the Phenomenal's pace, keeping silent until they were alone, away from the crowd.
"We better get you checked by the Doc but seriously, you didn't need to come out." Grayson sighed, that act made him understand how much AJ loved him, but it had been dangerous.
"After all what happened before and after watching the match do you really think I could stay back here and let LA beat you up? Damn Grayson, I love you so much, of course I had to come out and help, no matter what people will think or say about this." AJ stopped for a moment, the back leaning against a wall behind him.
"I am sorry I overreacted like that, but I couldn't stand the fact that he kissed you and he needed to learn his lesson." Grayson felt stupid, his jealousy was going out of hand.
"You got yourself disqualified, you could have simply hit him after winning. That was totally unnecessary. And I'm sorry, I wasn't strong enough to make him back away when he kissed me, I still feel so guilty." AJ lowered his gaze, biting his lower lip.
"You are right, I could have done it, but I was out of my mind, so I didn't care about all of that." He caressed his cheek, shaking his head. "I didn't answer you before, but I trust you, Allen. You go ahead to the doctor, I'll reach you as soon as possible. I want to do one thing, not a dangerous one though."
Grayson smiled and AJ nodded, leaving him there alone. Grayson watched his back, before heading to one of the interviewers: he wanted to let something out and challenge LA to a match the following week.
"So Grayson Waller, what do y-" The interviewer couldn't finish the sentence, as he was cut off by the young man.
"I don't have time for this. I just want to say one thing to a certain LA Knight out there." Grayson took the mic and faced the camera, his heart pumping with rage again. "LA Knight, what you did today was way over the edge of my patience. You touched and hit one of the most important people in my life and this has consequences. You and me, next week, in a weaponed steel cage match! We'll leave our friends backstage and the win can happen only via submission or pinfall."
Grayson huffed and gave the mic back to the interviewer who was shocked, but he didn't care, as he had to go back to AJ as soon as possible. His head was focused on where he had to go and when he finally got back, he got in the room, sitting next to his boyfriend and since the doctor wasn't there, he placed a kiss between his hair. AJ smiled at him, putting his head on his chest.
"You do realise that you just revealed our relationship on national television with that promo, don't you?" AJ mocked him while laughing a bit, even though it hurt.
"I was still full of rage, I didn't really think about it, but let them speak, I don't care." Grayson wanted to hug him, but he wanted to avoid causing him even more pain than he was already in.
"Is this your personal way to tell me you couldn't wait anymore for everyone to know about it?" Damn, he loved him so much, now that they didn't need to hide it anymore, AJ felt better.
"Maybe...?" If he could be an angel right now, he would have a halo over his head.
"And here I thought it would be too early for that." AJ was happy though, it was seriously good..
"So AJ Styles, no ribs are broken, you were lucky. One is bruised though, so it'll hurt for some days. Put ice packs where it hurts and complete rest for three weeks." The doctor didn't question why they were so intimate.
"Okay doctor, thank you."
AJ had to go and speak with Vince McMahon about his absence, but he felt so happy. He surely hadn't thought for the evening to finish like that, but now he got to stay at Grayson's house without an excuse. He surely couldn't drive, nor sustain an air travel, so Grayson's house was the only suitable place. As both of them got off the examination table, AJ handed Grayson his car keys. Given the bruised rib, he couldn't do much and Grayson would happily oblige to it.
"It seems like you need to stay with me for the next three weeks." Grayson told him, as they were out of the Performance Center.
"It's not like I mind it, you know?" Aj guided him toward his car, smiling. "I'll take this as a little vacation, which I can completely enjoy with you."
The drive to Grayson's house didn't take long and after parking the car, the owner of the house got out of it, opening the passenger door, to help AJ out. Instead, he took him bridal style.
"A bruised rib doesn't mean I can't walk, you know that, Matt?" AJ laughed a bit, but enjoyed to be kept like that in his arms.
"Doc said you need complete rest, so I take this seriously." Grayson was probably overdoing it, but it was the least he could do. In that three weeks he would make sure that the Phenomenal felt always good, tending to all his needs. "And no appearance at my show next week. I don't want complains: you need rest and I don't want you near LA; because I'm sure he'll try to say sorry." Grayson put AJ on the couch and looked seriously at him.
"You have a weaponed steel cage match and you don't even want me backstage? That hurts, but okay I guess." AJ sighed, not happy about that, but he didn't want to argue with him anymore.
-------------------------Fandom: RPF tv
Personaggi: A.J. Styles, Grayson Waller, LA Knight
Prompt: Dave Matthews Band – The Space Between | MISSIONE DI RICERCA N. 2
Parte usata come ispirazione: But will I hold you again?
These fickle fuddled words confuse me
Like will it rain today?
We waste the hours with talking, talking
These twisted games we're playing
Wordcount: 4191 parole
Warnings: Unrequited love, betrayal, angst, injury
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