Part 4 In Series
Author: Midnight
Email: bratd19@charter.net
Fandom: Wrestling
Series: Is This Love?
Rating: FRM
Warnings: Bad language, angst,
slash m/m relationships, attempted rape, violence
Disclaimer: Don’t know ‘em. Don’t
own ‘em. This is fiction.
After Raw 4/25/05
He wasn’t sure what had prompted him to keep watching Shawn on
TV. It hurt having him so close and not being able to touch him or talk to him.
Shawn had been avoiding him and Hunter had made it crystal clear that if he so
much as looked at Shawn without the Heartbreaker’s approval he’d disembowel
him. For some reason, he’d been slightly scared by the declaration and kept his
distance. Until tonight. He’d managed to keep his feelings about his ex hanging
out with Vince’s latest attempt at a ratings boost in check. He’d tried not to
let the casual touches the bald ball of flab inflicted on Shawn bother him.
Until tonight. And now maybe Hunter was going to kill him for doing exactly the
thing he feared he was going to do but he didn’t care. Not after what he’d
said. Not after finding out Vince expected Shawn to let Hogan have his way with
him. He’d dragged him halfway to the exit before he’d remembered he had a
match. Then he’d dragged him back and left him with Jericho. Chris had been the
one to warn him against Hogan in the first place, to needle him to keep a close
eye on the situation despite Hunter’s threats. There was no doubt in his mind
that Hunter would tear him to pieces if he so much as felt that Shawn was upset
because of him. Too bad he didn’t give a damn.
“Don’t kill me.” Chris’s locker room door opened before he’d even
gotten to it and Chris appeared, looking for all the world like he wanted to
run somewhere very far away from him and hide for the rest of his life. Dave
sighed and rubbed a hand over his face.
“Why would I kill you?” He asked warily, not quite in the mood
for this. He just wanted to collect Shawn and go. Chris whispered something
that sounded suspiciously like ‘Shawn’s not here’ and ducked back into the
room. “I couldn’t hear you!” Dave yelled at the closed door but Chris didn’t
reappear. He rolled his eyes and tried to push the door open but it was locked.
Sighing, he banged his hand against it a couple of times. “Chris? Come on, man,
I won’t kill you, I swear.”
“Shawn isn’t here!” Chris yelled from what had to be the other
side of the room. “Vince came by and Shawn left with him!” Dave groaned and
turned away from the door. Just what he needed: to go searching every nook and
cranny in the damn arena. He pushed open the door to his own locker room and
froze, horrified and disgusted. He had to blink several times to convince
himself he was seeing what he was all too obviously seeing. Hogan had Shawn
pinned against the couch. Shawn’s head was turned away from him and Hogan was
currently in the process of stripping his ex’s jeans off. He was about to turn
and leave, utterly repulsed at the lengths Shawn would go to when he heard his
voice, soft and pained.
“No…no, stop.” Anger
fueling an intense desire to cause extreme physical pain, he strode across the
room, grasped the few remaining hairs on Hogan’s head and tore him away from
Shawn. Shawn, for his part, looked dazed and bloody and didn’t say a word. Dave
turned his back on him and dragged Hogan across the room into the showers where
he promptly bashed him off every wall. Eventually he left him in a bloody heap,
having somehow remembered not to break any bones or Vince would kill him. The
last thing he needed was to be de-pushed because of some worthless waste of
flesh. He could kill him after Backlash, when Vince was finished with him and
neither him nor Shawn would get into trouble.
“Are you okay?” Shawn had pulled his clothes back on and was
huddled in a corner of the couch, hugging himself, and very obviously trying
not to cry. He hadn’t done a very good job wiping the blood from his face. He’d
only managed to smear it across his cheek in what Dave figured had been a
half-hearted attempt to clean himself up. Fighting the urge to go back and
finish the job, Dave knelt in front of him and settled his hands on top of
Shawn’s.
“I want to leave.” Shawn whispered, pushing him away. “I want
to leave now.” Shawn avoided his gaze and stood up, swearing when he realized
his duffel bag was still in Jericho’s locker room and he really didn’t want to
see anyone, especially if that someone was Hunter Hearst-Helmsly. He shuddered
to think what Hunter would think or say. It was mostly what he would say that
really bothered him. Not that he’d have anything hurtful to say to him. Dave,
on the other hand…he sighed. He wasn’t in the right frame of mind for that.
“I’ll get your bag, babe, if you just want to go wait in the
car.” Dave said quietly, somehow managing to correctly identify Shawn’s
dilemma. He held his breath as Shawn debated his answer. He wasn’t even sure he
would agree to go anywhere with him. Chances were he’d want someone who wasn’t
going to push him. Chances were, he’d want Hunter. He sighed sadly when Shawn
finally shook his head.
“No.” He said quietly. “I don’t want to be alone.” He stepped
closer to Dave and looked up at him apprehensively. “He knows where my room
is.” He whispered. “I can’t go back there.”
“You don’t have to.”
Dave assured him. “You can stay with me.” Shawn nodded and stepped just out of
his grasp.
“Okay.” He consented. “Just don’t touch me.”
The End