Date: Sat, 3 Dec 2011 17:18:18 -0600 From: Paul Tolbert Subject: Betrayal, Prologue Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. WWE does. Story co-written with 'David Plec'. ------------------ "So... Chris, how are you? I woke up today missing your dick." "I'm OK baby. Just stressed out that's all. No big deal." "And why are you stressed out? What's going on?" "You know, the usual shit." "Being away from me, for example?" "Of course babe. I just don't now how longer I can take this. I want to be with you, just for a moment, but you know how things are right now. Vince has got me working like a fucking dog and it's pissing me off." "It'd all be worth it if you get that big break. I'm more pissed off at seeing the talent you have go to waste. Hopefully it pays off?" "I guess so Carly. No one said this was going to be easy. I'm willing to put in the hard work, but it just kills me not having you with me right now. Well, lets not dwell on stuff like that right now. I just want to hear your soothing voice." "Alright then. And what do you want to hear me say with my voice, eh?" "You know what i like baby. Talk dirty to me. You said you missed my dick? How much?" "Oh, I missed it a lot, big guy. I miss you fucking me, especially. I'd love to spread my legs for you right about now, you know that?" "I don't see why you couldn't. Sexting can be just as arousing..." "I don't think anything can be as good as you with me right now, but I got pretty bad morning wood and I'm willing to try anything. Get me aroused, big guy." "Let me hear you play with yourself. Moan for me you fucking slut." The Puerto Rican's eyes grew wide, biting his lip hard. He couldn't believe the name his lover called him, but in a way the dominance turned him on. "What do you want, big guy?" He pushed him, teasing him with words "I want you to open up for me. Are you laying down on something?" "I'm laying down in bed. Why do you ask?" "lift your legs up and close your eyes." "This would be so much better if you were here..." "it would wouldn't it? Now close your eyes." Sighing, he closed his eyes but then he started to think, how would he read Chris' IMs. It made him curious. Carly opened his eyes and smiled "You're planning something, aren't you?" "Quit cheating and keep your eyes closed! Think about me. Think about me being there, holding you, touching you, kissing you..." "I can't until you answer something for me... are you standing outside my door?" "I could never surprise you could I?" A light jiggle came from outside Carlito's hotel room and the door flung open revealing a Greek-like god in his full muscular glory. "Always one for the dramatic entrance, aren't you?" He teased, but his smaller body felt hot. He was half-sitting there, half-lying down, waiting for his muscular lover to handle him "Well you know me, always trying to make things more exciting. Aren't you gonna ask how I got out of the clutches of Vince McMahon to be here with you?" "Well, I'll be honest - all that matters to me is that you're here now." He declared this, while sitting up on his knees and taking his lover's big hands into his own, just feeling his touch again "I agree." Chris allowed his lover to gently pull him closer and sit him down beside him. He stared into the smaller man's eyes with desire and unrelenting lust. This is where he truly belonged "So Carly, you gonna do what i asked you to or am i gonna have to force you on your back?" "You're usually so good at getting your way. I wanna see you try." He taunted him, leaning forward and blatantly running his tongue along Chris' bottom lip, tasting his lover once more. It was usually like this - he liked to tease, he liked to play games until Chris dominated him and left him begging like a slut "Alright, you asked for it." Chris stood up and pulled his shirt up over his head and recklessly tossed it uncaringly towards Carlito's mound of luggage near the glass balcony door. He smirked as he began performing his signature Pec dance, enticing his lover to stare at him with glazed eyes. He turned around slowly and began rotating his hips, giving Carlito a private strip tease. With a swift move he unbuckled his pants and dropped them down to his ankles, revealing the hidden masterpiece of Chris's well-toned legs and backside. "You want more?" Chris said, glancing over his shoulder. With Chris' eyes on him, Carly looked plainly dumb - his dark eyes were even more lurid with lust and his mouth hung open. He always did this. He always tried to prove strong but Chris proved that he was merely human. "What do you want?" The Puerto Rican submitted, ready for anything. "Just keep your eyes on me for now..." Chris pursed his lips into a kissing gesture and turned his head back around facing the door. He continued with his strip tease, hooking the top band of his tight black underwear with his thumbs. Little by little he inched his briefs lower until his crack became visible to the man watching him. He continued to pull them lower until they slipped down his thighs and caught on his knees. He expertly slipped them off and toss them behind him, letting Carlito catch it mid-air. As he felt his lover eyes continue to burn into his tanned skin he began stroking himself, making sure the arousing sounds on his fist tugging across his manhood could be heard throughout the room. "You sure you wanna submit to me Carly?" Chris asked. Carly thought he was going to develop a headache. With the way Chris seemed in the IM chat, assertive and even calling him that name which turned him instantly, he thought that Chris would simply pin him down and ravage him - this was much cruel and unusual. "Ugh." He whined out loud. "Yes, yes. You know I'm yours, big guy. Stop teasing." He wanted his lover to touch him, to hold him, to kiss him. "Get on all fours for me. Show me that sweet ass of yours. Show it to me." Carly felt his body get hot once more - he liked the way the bigger man addressed him, dominant and assertive. He tried to fight off a grin as he sat up on his knees and moved a barefoot across the sheet, slowly highlighting his boxer-clad to Chris. "Take off your underwear. I wanna see all of you." A pleased grin appeared on features. On his stomach, with his ass facing Chris, he gave his body a small wiggle before winking at the bigger man. "Wouldn't you rather take this off me?" "Whatever works for you…" Chris slowly walked over to Carlito keeping a firm grip on his hardening member. He licked his lips as he hooked a finger on the band of his lover's underwear and began to outline the inseam with his finger. He loved teasing the impatient man to the point of begging and a bit of whining. After hearing the onslaught of mewling from Carlito he removed the garment and tossed it amongst his discarded clothes. "That's better." He moaned softly just at the suggestion that the bigger man would soon touch him. He couldn't help the way he acted around Chris, even pushing himself up so his smooth golden ass was all the more highlighted - pleading to be taken without a word. Just his body, just his eyes looking at his lover with want. "This is what you want isn't it?" "More than anything. I want you. I want you to touch me. I want you to..." He couldn't believe he was saying it - he felt so dirty, but it didn't bother him. "I want you to fuck me." Without another work Chris quickly spit into his palm and lathered his thick cock with the fluid. He lined himself up and slowly entered the quivering man without warning or preparation. The warmth of his lover enveloped him into a familiar bliss that he enjoyed so much. "Oh god..." "Aah." It was a small cry that escaped his half-open mouth, dark eyes closing at the feeling of familiar, fleeting pain. On all fours, with his ass tightening around his lover's swollen cock-head, his heartbeat sped up. This was where he belonged, giving his body to the man who loved him. "You miss this, big guy?" He asked, after another small moan. "God i do. So fucking tight baby." Chris growled through clenched teeth. He steadied himself and held on tightly to Carlito's hips as he tried to find the perfect rhythm. He gave encouraging and soothing words to his lover to help ease the smaller man's initial distress of being impaled by such a monster. As Carlito began to ease himself and relaxed, Chris smiled and began moving with more haste. Another moan, then another, escaping him, as he lay there with his head on the blanket, submitting to his best friend. The whining sounds continued as his own dark cock hardened against the mattress, seemingly placated by Chris' sweetness right then - comforted knowing that the man would take care of him. "Open me up, Chris. Fuck me hard." He didn't care how slutty he sounded. He belonged to Chris and there was no use pretending otherwise. "You like that baby? Being stretched like this, huh? I missed you so much." Chris lifted his right leg and placed his foot on the mattress, gaining deeper entrance into Carlito. His gentle and smooth fuck strokes became faster with much urgency. He dreamed of this moment for weeks and he increasing became more and more excited with each thrust of his hips. He wasn't going to last much longer. He pulled out of his lover with a loud popping sound to prevent from climaxing. Carlito's head shot back and he looked at him in confusion. "Lay on your back baby. Let's finish this." "Spread my legs for you like a good little slut?" He winked at the bigger man and instantly turned over, his seven-inch hardon becoming instantly obvious when he rested on his back. Licking his full lips, the Puerto Rican moved his legs up and even teasingly circled his index finger over his own hole. "Yeah that's right. Your my whore aren't you?" Chris never lost a beat when he reentered Carlito. He quickly resumed his pace. He leaned down and licked and tugged at the plump lips of the wriggling man underneath him. He begged for entrance into yet another orifice of his partner, this time with his tongue. Permission to enter was granted generously and they began to mouth each other with fierce energy and passion. Chris didn't want this feeling to end but he desperately needed release. He'd been saving his potent seed for his lover to devour with his strained hole. "I'm close baby..." "Always have been. Always yours, no matter what you do." He cried this out, his voice pained by the rough ravaging he was getting. That was the last thing Chris saw though. It was the last thing he felt - his view turned blank and the real world started to call out to the big man. The raging sound of the alarm clock next to his bed shook Chris back to his harsh reality. "No..." He rubbed his eyelids and groaned as he got up and walked over to the window and stared at the near empty hotel parking lot down below. It was just him, alone in his own despair. What he wanted most was not with him. It was a fantasy. What he had experienced was merely a dream, a dream he was desperate to turn into his reality. -------------- For Randall Keith Orton, it was just another day. The Viper was just waking up from a nap on the couch, feeling well-rested when his phone buzzed. It was a call he hadn't expected to get in the least. Raising a brow, he sat up a bit up on the couch and answered. "Hello?" "Where the fuck is Carly? He didn't come back to the hotel room last night. This is the forth time you done this. I told you that he needs to be at my side before the sun rises. This shit wasn't apart of our arrangement." "What are you talking about, Chris? I just woke up, man." He whined, clearly not into this conversation so early in the morning. "Can you call back later?" "TELL ME WHERE CARLY IS!?! I know he's with you. Where else would he be?" "Well. He wouldn't be with you. You can't even look him in the eye after allowing him to be passed around for years. It's understandable." Randy hit back. He didn't want to go there, but Chris was annoying him - he wanted to shut him up. Chris shot up from the edge of his weathered mattress and clenched the phone in his right fist, pressing the speaker closely to his ear. He was furious as to why his lover hadn't returned to him yet. Chris hated himself for even allowing what has been going on for the past couple of years to continue, but he had no choice. The love of his life was none-the-wiser as to the 'arrangement' he and Randy had in regards to the Puerto Rican wrestler. It all happened a few years back and it was the worst mistake he'd ever made. The only thing he didn't regret was meeting, and subsequently falling in love with Carlito. "Randy, just tell me where he is. I don't care what you did to him just bring him back to me." Chris said wincing at the untruth words he'd just uttered. He did in-fact care what Randy and his goons did to Carly whenever he practically handed him over to them every night, but pretended otherwise. He knew Randy got off on making Chris squirm whenever Carlito was in his custody. He quickly figured out that the best way to ensure the worst of Randy's actions weren't happening to Carlito is to detach his emotions about the situation whenever he was around Randy, or the many men he'd allow to have a 'go' with Carlito. "Did you have a dream? Is that what this is about?" Randy laughed, his pearly whites shining as he considered this. "I've told you. I've... been less interested in Carly since he's not in the company anymore, but the last time I talked to him - he was at his place in Houston." The WWE star paused, before going for the heart. "I'd be worried about you, Chris. Sounds to me like you're losing it." "SHUT UP! YOUR LYING! He wouldn't go to Houston without telling me. He tells me everything. Your fucking lying and you know it Orton." Chris strongly knew Carlito was with Randy but for a brief second pondered the alternate thought The Viper offered to him. Carlito was becoming increasingly distant from him as of late and that bothered Chris to the core. For the past few months he'd slowly stopped being the normal, cheery person he knew Carlito to be. They stopped their long intelligent discussions about life and the universe and even started to sleep on either ends to the bed instead of cuddling in each other's embrace. Chris was worried Carlito was slowly figuring out what was going on. The unexplainable bruises and increasingly suspicious lapses of time were beginning to catch up to him. It was so easy at first but now became a draining effort every single day. "And you're being childish. Have you tried calling him before you decided to yell at me?" He probed, sure that the thought didn't cross Chris' mind. "If he doesn't remember where he is, then he's with me. Otherwise, he's just pissed at you and knowing you, that would be worse wouldn't it? But I'll tell you what - I have an idea if you'll hear me out." He spoke, sounding utmost sincere. "What?" Chris answered uneasily. He hadn't tried to call Carlito, knowing the slightly older, yet smaller man would probably ignore his call anyways. He certainly wasn't going to tell Randy this. "He's brother is still on the roster if you wanna make a bet on that." Randy dared to taunt him, breaking into a laugh. He knew Chris was close to Eddie, better known by his WWE name Primo, and looked at him like family. Still, the bastard deserved to be taunted and mocked for calling him like a paranoid bitch. "FUCK YOU SHITHEAD!" Chris threw his cell phone on the floor hard, not even bothering to end the call. He could hear Randy laughing his ass off on the other end like an idiot. He cursed at himself and walked over to the mirror that hung lop-sided on the wall. He stared at the darkening circles forming under his eyes. He hadn't slept well in days. He was surprised he could even sleep at all all these years after that fateful night when he practically sold his lover to the devil himself. It was a night he wanted to erase from his memory, but it was so strongly soldered into his brain that he could replay the moments second by second at any given moment, and often did.