"Sabu!" the young voice echoed through the halls behind him.

He turned just in time to brace himself against the small body that was propelled against him. It only took a second to wrap his arms around that thin waist and rest his cheek on the top of the boy's head. "Sonjay..." he breathed into the young man's hair. "Sonjay..."

It had been too long since Sabu had held that thin body in his arms, since he had felt that slight weight leaning into him so trustingly. Silently he wondered if the young man would ever realize that the love he had for him was more than the love of a teacher for his student. Sonjay glanced up at him with a soft smile. "I'm so happy that you are back. I've missed you. I was worried, you never called me to let me know how you were."

"I didn't want to worry you. It was just another injury, nothing bad. I've had much worse." the happy tone of his voice masked the knowledge that he was getting older and the injuries just didn't heal as quickly as they used to. But little Sonjay was prone to worrying about him so there was no way he was going to let the boy know that he still wasn't feeling one hundred percent. "There is no reason for you to worry about me child."

"Yes sir." Sonjay muttered as he nuzzled his cheek softly against Sabu's silk-clad chest. Sonjay loved the traditional Indian garb that Sabu wore almost as much as Sabu hated Sonjay's American fashions.

The older man sighed softly and held the boy against him until some of Sonjay's little friends interrupted their loving moment. Jay Lethal, Chris Sabin, and AJ Styles approached snickering. "We interuptin' anythin' Sonjay?" AJ drawled.

Sonjay drew away and Sabu mourned the loss of his warmth in his arms. He knew he was a fool to hope that Sonjay could one day be his. After all, the boy was almost twenty years younger than he was and wrestled in a division renown for handsome, young, and horny boys. Sabu had heard the stories, all of the older men had, of the x-division locker room. The boys told tales of orgies, bondage, exhibitionism and more that made some of the older men squirm. Amidst all that, how could he even pretend that Sonjay would want an old man like him? From down the hall he could hear that boy's loud voices.

"Talk about 'Super Playa'! You got something going on with Sabu?" Jay Lethal said, using the moniker of Sonjay's that Sabu hated, the 'super playa from the Himalaya.'

"Yeah Sonjay! How's the 'homicidal, suicidal, genocidal' one in bed? I bet he's into all kinds of kinky shit! The hardcore one's always are!" came Chris Sabin's always over-enthusiastic yell.

Sabu wished they would at least wait until they were out of his hearing range before they started talking about him. But they probably thought he had walked off back towards the heavyweight locker room.

"I haven't slept with him guys. He's my teacher, that's all. My mentor." Sonjay sounded embarrassed.

"Aww, come on Sonjay. With the way ya'll are always huggin' you'd swear ya'll were in love or somethin'." AJ teased, Sonjay made a sound of protest but AJ cut him off.

"Better question then. Would you sleep with him? I've heard all kinds of stuff 'bout them old ECW boys. He ain't that cute but he's got that mysterious thang goin' for him and he's probably got lots of experience.

"Like Christopher?" Sonjay shot back.

The other boys laughed, teasing AJ about Christopher Daniels was one of their favorite pass times. "Are you ever going to stop chasing him AJ?" Jay asked.

"This isn't 'bout me. We're talkin' 'bout Sonjay. So answer the question Sonjay."

"Okay, okay. You guys are my best friends. So if I tell you this you cant tell anyone. Honestly, yes, I'd sleep with him. Wait! Not because of the reasons you guys are thinking of. Not just because I think he'd be good in bed. You don't know Sabu like I do. He's the most amazing man. He's calm and he's intelligent. He's so kind... I mean he's a wonderful teacher and mentor..."

"Sounds like someone is in love..." there was no mocking in Sabin's voice this time, only a quiet awe.

Sabu's heart skipped a beat as he stepped closer to the corner around which the boys stood. He held his breath, afraid to alert them of his presence before he could hear Sonjay's response.

"Yeah, I guess I am. Not that it matters. He's my teacher, that's all. And I'm just his student to him." Sonjay's voice was soft and sad.

Sabu was tempted to protest. Of course Sonjay wasn't just a student. He'd had several students but he'd loved only Sonjay.

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Sabu stood outside the younger man's hotel room, wondering if what he was about to do was right. What if he was wrong? What if Sonjay had just been joking around with his friends and hadn't really meant it? But Sabu knew better. He had taught Sonjay the importance of honesty, both to their profession and their faith. Sonjay was too honorable to lie. Slowly he raised his hand to knock.

Sonjay answered the door in loose pants and bare feet. He smiled and motioned Sabu in. Respectfully, the older man removed his shoes and sat them on the inside of the doorway before following Sonjay inside. He couldn't keep his eyes off the sway of the shirtless boy's hips as he crossed the room. "Would you like some tea, sir?" Sonjay asked over his shoulder.

"Yes Sonjay." He needed something to calm his nerves, which were surprisingly jumpy. He found it strange that he could fearlessly dive off of ladders though tangles of barbed wire yet was nervous about confessing feelings for a boy.

Sonjay sat the tea before him and took a sip of his own. "To what do I owe this visit sir?"

Sabu smiled, Sonjay was always perfectly respectful. Sabu had taught him that respect. "Actually Sonjay, I have a very important reason for this visit. I needed to speak with you."

"Yes Sabu?" he said, cocking his head slightly.

He gave a slight smirk as he leaned towards the young man even though his stomach was suddenly knotted. He pressed his lips softly to Sonjay's and was rewarded with a passionate response that surprised him. Sonjay gasped against his lips and wrapped his arms around the older man's neck. Sabu darted his tongue out gently to gauge the boy's reaction. When he responded by softly moaning and moving his hands up to wrap in the older man's long hair, Sabu drove his tongue into the sweet warmth of his mouth. The boy's taste, tinged with the sweet herbs of the tea, was intoxicating. It took every ounce of his long-practiced self-control to release the young man's mouth. "Sonjay..." he whispered.

The younger man pressed a silencing finger to his lips, surprising both himself and his teacher with the initiative he showed. "Shhh... Don't stop..." his voice was soft and weak, almost pleading.

Sabu prided himself on his level of control, his ability the think logically in any circumstance. His almost meditative amount of control allowed him to block out anything from pain to desire, but that whimpered request shattered his resolve. He could never deny the beautiful young Sonjay. He had already been doing that without realizing it for too long already.

He sought the boy's lips again, kissing him slowly and gently while slipping an arm behind Sonjay's back and laying him gently back against the cushions of the dark blue couch. Every tender, deliberate movement of their lips increased the desire flowing through them both. The passion between them was like fire, further fueled by the gentleness, the lack of the fervor both desired. It was the older man who first broke under its pressure. Sabu increased the ferocity of their kiss until both were gasping for breath but unwilling to give up their hold on the other's lips. No longer able to resist, Sabu trailed his hands down to unbutton Sonjay's jeans and slide them from his thin hips reveling in the soft smoothness of his skin beneath his fingers. He stood, surveying the boy's tiny body in awe. Fluidly, he stripped his own silks away hardly conscious of his own appearance thanks to the raging desire that coursed through his veins. His desire had become a need that was even more obvious in his nakedness.

Sonjay whimpered at the sight of that muscled and scarred flesh, not to mention the pulsing core of desire. He reached out almost desperately for Sabu's touch and the older man was happy to oblige. He moved back to the young man, covering his body with his own and again kissing him. Sonjay whined a wordless request for more. Words would dissolve the moment's precious electricity. Neither man had ever wanted another as badly as they wanted each other at that moment.

Sabu traced his hand down Sonjay's back, pausing a moment to rest his hand on the small of his back and pull him more tightly against him as he slid a finger into the tight heat of the boy's body. Both men sighed at the sensation, Sonjay's muscles clenching because of the intrusion. He moaned as Sabu worked the digit in and out, stretching and preparing him for the bliss he knew was to come. When another long finger joined the first the boy winced in pain. Sabu slowed to give him a moment to adjust and continued only when Sonjay moaned in pleasure after the pain had died to a dull pleasurable ache. Finally Sabu could not wait any longer, his need was so strong that it had started to hurt. The boy sighed at the loss of Sabu's fingers, making him feel empty but Sabu positioned himself at Sonjay's entrance quickly, pulling his slender legs up to so that his knees were almost pressed to the older man's shoulders.

Although he was burning with the need to plunge into the small body he refrained from doing so just yet as he slowly slid into the explosive heat of the boy's body. Both moaned, Sabu's head falling forward slightly; Sonjay's moan only tainted by the slight hiss of pleasurable pain. When the older man pressed forward again it was much more forcefully, no longer able to suppress his own aching need. Sonjay cried out and clung desperately to the older man as he thrust roughly into him, his eyes squeezing tightly shut. Sonjay met every thrust with an enthusiastic snap of his hips. Sabu drove into him faster and harder, fueled by the boy's screams and whimpers. Every nerve in Sabu's body burned with the intensity of the pleasure, he couldn't recall anything having ever felt as good as this, but he wanted more.

With a grunt Sabu pulled out of Sonjay causing the boy to whimper, which Sabu covered with a quick kiss before standing up and taking the boy's hand to pull him up. Sonjay followed without any complaints, lost in his lust. They didn't travel far, just behind the couch where Sabu bent the boy over the back and slid back inside of him. Sonjay stood with his legs apart and his hips thrust back ready to take the older man without any hesitation. With a low growl Sabu found himself buried deep within the Sonjay's tight heat once again, waves of absolute pleasure crashing over his nerves. He could tell that his release wasn't far from sight. Pulling back slowly, he plunged back in with the same force as before, the movement easier now that they both had a better grip. In a matter of minutes the only sounds in the room were of their moans and the smacking of slick skin on slick skin. Ecstasy was right around the corner, Sabu could feel it, could already taste it on his lips. His thrusts became jagged, the only rhythm was that of his desperation.

Sonjay gave an almost guttural scream as his already tight muscles began clenching, his release shooting all over the back of the couch. The frantic clenching finally sent Sabu into the euphoria that he had been craving for so long. His hips continued to thrust wildly as he emptied into the boy before finally stilling and collapsing against Sonjay's sweaty back.

After a few moments of gasping to regain his breath, Sabu drew away from the exhausted boy. Still weak, Sonjay nearly collapsed without Sabu's weight against him. With a small smile, Sabu reached out to gather the smaller man into his arms and carry him to the bed. They lay together sated, small smiles resting on their tired lips. Sonjay's eyes slowly closed. The older man smiled and traced his fingers across Sonjay's cheek. "Mujhe tumse pyar hai..." He whispered, assuming that the young man had already fallen into the realm of sleep.

He was surprised to hear the boy's sleepy mutter. "You know I don't speak Hindi Sabu..."

Sabu chuckled softly. "I know Sonjay..."

Perhaps by morning he would work up the courage to tell Sonjay that he loved him in words the boy would understand.