October 2, 2000

Chris Jericho hummed as he tidied up his hotel suite, plucking a strawberry from a bowl he'd ordered from room service and popping it into his mouth. He glanced at himself in the mirror and gave his reflection a smug smirk at the tight leather pants and loose, grey silk shirt only half-buttoned, showing off his well-toned chest. He didn't want to make it too easy for the bird man, after all.

Smoothing a wrinkle in his sleeve, he went to sit on the sofa, propping his bare feet on the coffee table. He picked up the book he'd started earlier that week Nightmares and Dreamscapes, a collection of short stories by Stephen King, settling deep into "The Rainy Season", and was just reaching the part where the newlywed couple that had rented a house in a small New England town were trapped in the cellar by rabid killer toads that had fallen from the sky, when there was a knock on the door. Chris let out a startled yelp, then flushed at his jumpiness and put the book aside, giving a little shudder as he carefully bookmarked the page. He went to the door and opened it.

Raven leaned against the jamb, casually toying with the tab on the zipper of his leather jacket, his hair still damp from the shower he'd taken. He frowned slightly as his hazel eyes swept over Chris's form.

"Why are you dressed? I thought you'd be wearing just a smile and a hard-on?"

Chris rolled his eyes and drew the dark-haired man inside the room, shoving him toward the couch. "Like I'd answer the door naked."

"It's happened," Raven said, a bit sulkily. "You used to greet me at the door in silk boxers. Remember that time, for my birthday, you had that bow around your-"

"I remember," Chris interrupted, his cheeks red with the recollection. He went to the bar where he pulled a couple of Heinekens from the fridge where they'd been chilling and went back to the sofa and, handing one to him, dropped down at the far end. "I just figured that we'd prolong the anticipation a bit tonight."

Raven took a swallow of his drink and lifted a sardonic brow. "Prolong it? I thought I did a pretty good job of that without your help."

Chris cleared his throat, looking away, pretending to study the label on the bottle. "Um, yeah...right."

Raven sighed, taking off his jacket and tossing it on the chair and leaned back against the cushions. "OK. What is it?"

Chris glanced at him quickly in surprise, then back at his bottle. "What do you mean?"

"Something's on your mind. Spill it."

Chris was yet again amazed at how easily Raven was able to read him. No one else had ever been able to do that and sometimes, he hated it! He'd never been able to put anything over on him. Ever! And it seemed this wouldn't be an exception.

"Oh, it's nothing really."

Raven waited, lashes shielding his expression as he sipped his beer.

"Well, it's sort of a favor I want to ask you."

Waiting.

Chris vaulted to his feet and started pacing, feeling the tension in the room grow uncomfortable. "Well, er...you know how you always like to...um, take control all the time?" Raven made some noise that Chris took to mean for him to continue. "Well, I was wondering-if it's okay with you, of course-if you could let me...what I mean to say is, could I...?"

Raven let him stammer a bit longer before interrupting him in a silky drawl, "You want to dominate me, is that it?"

Chris halted abruptly, face flaming and nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, that was what I was trying to say."

Raven was silent for a very long time, watching the blonde intently, inwardly gratified to see him squirming uneasily. Finally, he drained his bottle and set it on the table. "Come here," he commanded softly.

Chris automatically obeyed, sitting down next to Raven, waiting expectantly.

"Give me a kiss."

Chris leaned towards Raven, twisting slightly to angle his head so their lips met in a gentle glide. He flicked his tongue along the crease of Chris's lips, which opened instantly for him. He moaned as Raven ravaged his mouth, burying his hands in Chris's hair to hold him still as he explored and plundered possessively. When he was done, he released him and sat back, a dark half-smile on his face.

"That was the last order I will give you tonight," he whispered.

Chris blinked at him in bemusement. "Huh?"

Raven gave a sigh of mock-exasperation. "The answer is yes, you may dominate me."

Chris's face lit up like a Christmas tree, then reddened. He raked a hand through his hair, a little uncertain as to how to proceed.

"What do you want me to do first," Raven asked, attempting to help Chris along without seeming to.

Chris closed his eyes briefly, taking a long swig of his drink before looking at Raven again. "Take off your clothes." Chris moved aside to give him room, watching as he tugged the snug black T-shirt off, letting it drift to the carpet. Chris stood, setting his beer down. "While you finish that, I'll be right back."

"Hey, where're you going?"

"I'll only be a sec," Chris called as he disappeared into the bedroom, returning a moment later with his hand behind his back.

"What do you have there?" Raven asked warily, but not really alarmed.

Chris gave him a small grin and tilted his head to the side, gesturing with his free hand. "You'll see. Now lie down. Raven reclined on the couch after an inscrutable look, and Chris stood over him, letting his eyes wander appreciatively over the long, lean body. He took one of Raven's wrists, finally revealing what he held behind his back.

"And just what is that for?" Raven asked blandly, his dark eyes already sparkling knowingly.

Chris smiled faintly, flicking the end of the long silk scarf at him before wrapping it loosely around Raven's wrist. "I think you can...and have already guessed." He rose and moved to the head of the couch, threading the material through the sash on the arm, reaching over the prone man to catch his other wrist and loop the end around it, then drawing the wrists together before tying a knot. He tested it, checking to make sure it wouldn't cut off circulation. "That okay? It's not uncomfortable, is it?"

"It's fine," he said, tilting his head to look up at him with a languid smile.

Chris came back around the side of the sofa and hovered, golden brows drawn together slightly in thought. He casually looked around the room and noticed the bowl of strawberries and smirked a little as he retrieved it, setting it on the coffee table, dropping to his knees next to Raven, who was watching him indulgently. He took one of the plump berries and bit into it, then offered it to Raven. He took it, flicking his tongue against Chris's finger, chewing the fruit slowly. Chris licked his lips reflexively at the site, then cleared his throat and selected another strawberry, repeating his actions. This time, Raven captured his middle finger between his lips and drew it into his mouth, sliding the tip of his tongue up the length, then suckling gently on it before allowing Chris to withdraw it, nipping the pad on the tip before resting his head against the cushions, his eyes heavy-lidded and smoky with desire.

"Um...just a second." Chris rose, walking to the far side of the room and just stood there, back to Raven, taking deep, calming breaths. He rolled his shoulders a few times rubbing his cheeks vigorously. Christ, he wasn't sure if he could make it, not if Raven kept doing delicious things like that! And they hadn't really done anything yet! He inhaled again, then went back to Raven, who he noted, had a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"Something wrong?" he asked, his tone deceptively neutral.

Chris shook his head, smiling wryly. "Why is it that even though you're the one tied up, I still feel helpless?"

Raven grinned lazily, shifting his body, raising one knee to rest against the back of the couch. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

Chris snorted, falling to his knees again, leaning over to lave Raven's lower lip, tasting the residue of berry juice and the unique flavor of the man himself. "You're really obnoxious sometimes, you know that?"

"What?" he asked innocently. "I didn't do anything."

Chris's lips twitched slightly, but his expression showed mock-sternness. "Brat."

Raven only grinned smugly.

Chris splayed his hands on Raven's chest, dragging his palms over the warm satiny skin. He rotated the heels of his hands over the nipples until they hardened into tiny nubs. He then rolled them between thumbs and forefingers, watching Raven's eyes darken with pleasure. "You like that?"

He didn't answer, merely curved up into Chris's manipulations, parting his lips invitingly.

Chris's gaze fell to those luscious lips and the shadow of his tongue sliding over his teeth erotically, forgetting for the moment what he was doing.

"Ehem, Chris?"

Chris jumped and glanced up. "Huh?"

"I believe you were...ahhh, in the middle of something?"

Chris flushed and looked away. "Sorry...was, er, thinking."

"Must have been pretty interesting." Raven smiled as Chris bowed his head, his hands moving lower to massage his torso.

"Mmmm..." he mumbled, tracing his ribs, gliding a palm down the concavity of his stomach. He bent his head again and nuzzled a tight bud before circling the tip of his tongue around it, laving it thoroughly. He began to draw on it a little while kneading his lower belly.

"Mmmmm, that's nice," Raven moaned, lifting his head to watch his lover, arching his back, seeking more.

Chris lavished the same attention on the other nipple, nipping it lightly, gratified to hear Raven growl softly. He raised himself so that his own chest slithered across Raven's midriff, the cool silk of his shirt whispering over heated skin.

"Are you going to take your clothes off?" Raven asked, parting his legs to ease the sudden pressure of his growing erection.

"In a while," Chris said, crawling up onto the sofa, plastering himself atop the dark-haired man. He proceeded to give his navel the tonguewashing of a lifetime while undulating his torso against Raven's groin. Raven gasped and jerked into him, moaning low in his throat as Chris grazed his teeth over the tender flesh just below the navel.

Chris..."

"Hmmm?" Chris didn't stop his gentle torture, licking and nibbling his hipbone, opening his mouth on the silky interior of his thigh and sucking hard, leaving a purplish bruise in his wake. He glanced up at Raven and saw him watching him with blazing eyes, the command implicit in their depths. But Chris shook his head and smiled blithely.

"Not yet, baby," he drawled, unbuttoning his shirt a little more so that his flesh could press against Raven's throbbing shaft. He draped himself over the man beneath him and rocked back and forth, slowly blowing on the tip, every now and then flicking up the drops of moisture that appeared.

"Fuck, Chris...please..."

Chris quirked a brow, a faint smirk gracing his face. "Is that begging?"

Raven responded without thinking, then winced in regret. "No. I don't beg."

Chris's smirk deepened. "You don't, eh? We'll see about that." He enclosed the head in his mouth, spiraling his tongue around it, exerting the barest amount of pressure before releasing him, resuming blowing warm streams of air on it. Raven squirmed, clenching his jaw as his respiration quickened, growing harsh and uneven. Chris pushed himself onto his knees, maneuvering so that he straddled his legs. He slowly finished unbuttoning his shirt, tantalizing him by spreading the garment wide and caressing his own chest, pinching and plucking his nipples into stiff peaks before moving lower, skimming his fingertips over smooth skin to the waistband of his pants. One shoulder of the shirt slipped gracefully off as he toyed with the top button, tilting his head slightly, tousled hair feathering around his face and down over his chest, a seductive gleam in his cobalt eyes.

"You didn't say anything about my pants, Scotty," he purred, stroking a hand down one leather-clad thigh. "I wore them just for you, you know. You always said how you loved the way leather showed off my sexy ass."

Raven raked his fierce gaze over Chris and groaned. "And other things," he hissed, staring at the huge bulge in the front. "But I think I like you best out of them."

"Is that so?" he replied, flicking the fastening open and drawing the zipper down very slowly. He knelt up and began peeling off the snug material, sensually wriggling out of them, making sure to accidentally brush against Raven provocatively as he did so. He dropped the pants, followed by the shirt, to the floor and sat there, massaging his abdomen contemplatively. He leaned sideways against the couch and almost absently let his hand drift down to enclose the root of his own cock, tugging slightly.

Raven bit the insides of his cheeks to keep from gasping at the sight he presented. When Chris started drawing his hand up and down the length in a languorous rhythm, Raven involuntarily tilted his hips, silently begging for him to touch him that way. He looked up to see Chris watching him intently through half-closed eyes, a predatory gleam making him shiver deliciously.

"You ready to beg yet?" Chris husked, wrapping his free hand around Raven, feeling it pulse rapidly beneath his palm. Raven opened his mouth to speak, but wound up whimpering loudly when Chris traced a sensitive vein on the underside of his cock with the tip of his own shaft.

"Chris...I think...I think I've had enough now." He tried valiantly to sound calm and collected, but his voice quavered the tiniest bit.

"Have you now?" he purred, leaning over to plant a hot kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Does that mean you want me to stop? Or...or does that mean you want me to fuck you now?"

Raven lifted his head and captured Chris's lips demandingly, spearing his tongue into the blonde's mouth, plundering the depths with barely restrained frenzy, leaving them both panting when they broke apart. "Fuck me, Chris. I want to feel you buried deep inside me."

Chris shuddered at his words, delivered in the rough velvety tone he loved. He reached to the table and picked up the vanilla-scented oil he'd set aside for them, straightening to lather a generous handful on his staff, tossing the bottle on the floor and shifting to kneel between his spread thighs. He eased two fingers into the tight entrance, noting the brief grimace of discomfort before he moaned, urging him on. He rocked them in and out, curving them up until he discovered the slight bulge and brushed against it, grinning as Raven tensed, head falling back as he mewed in delight. He added a third finger, carefully stretching him. He bent and, without warning, deep-throated Raven, humming in amusement when he bucked and cried out his name breathlessly, straining against his bonds as Chris bobbed lazily, sucking just enough to give pleasure, but not enough to bring him off.

Finally, he sat up, removing his hand and positioning himself at the puckered anus. "You ready for me, Scotty," he whispered, lightly raking his nails up Raven's now steely hard cock.

"Now...for fuck's sake...need you!"

Chris smiled broadly, pleased to have brought his lover to this state, one in which he, himself, always seemed to be the one to endure. He inched inside the gasping brunette, taking his time, despite Raven's efforts to move him along, arching into him, clamping his legs around him, panting his name. Chris heeded none of it, even going so far as to smack Raven's buttock reproachfully, which only seemed to excite him more. When he was fully sheathed, he lay there unmoving for a while, savoring the snug heat surrounding him, licking and sucking on Raven's vulnerable throat. He nipped and bit him when he started writhing under him, pleading for him to fuck him...that he was going insane. He decided to oblige, withdrawing almost completely before gliding back in, groaning long and low at the exquisite friction this created. He did this again, gently grinding his hips into him this time. He settled into a maddeningly slow pace, sensual and steady, continuing to ravish his throat until numerous teeth and suction marks dotted the creamy skin. Chris's hands kept busy, caressing Raven's biceps, tracing each curve of muscle, down to delicately tickle his armpits, eliciting a reluctant chuff of laughter. He massaged the stiff shoulders and upper chest, fondling the sensitized nips, occasionally pinching them hard, reveling in the way Raven jerked against him in pain. He splayed his hands down his stomach, resting on the lower abdomen for a moment.

"Mmmm, Scotty, I love the way you feel around me...under me...writhing and moaning like that. So fucking sexy. So beautiful." He increased the tempo and strength of his thrusts, dragging his palm up Raven's shaft, rolling the head between his fingers. "I want to feel your come spurting all over me. I want to feel your ass clamp tight on me as I shoot deep inside you." He moaned at his own words. "Do you want that, too? Tell me Scotty."

Raven was nearly out of his head with frustration and pleasure. "Yes...shit, yeah. Make me come, baby. Fuck me into the ground!"

Chris exhaled sharply, then reached down and gripped Raven's hips, lifting him a little as he gradually built up the speed until he was slamming into him forcefully, angling to stab his prostate with each savage plunge. He briefly let go of one hip to swiftly release one of Raven's hands, guiding it to himself.

"Jerk off for me, Scotty," Chris panted, tilting his head down to watch as Raven pumped his cock to the rhythm of his pounding hips.

"Ahh, God!" Raven exclaimed raggedly, tossing his head back and forth on the cushions. "I'm coming...Chris, I'm coming!"

Chris joined his own hand to Raven's frantic ministrations, helping him to go over the edge. "That's it...I've got you, baby. Come on...shoot for me...mmmmm, yes! Like that...fuck, so beautiful." Raven bellowed as he shot into orbit, spilling himself in a torrid stream over their clasped hands and stomachs. Chris continued to pump him as he drove deep and hard into his lover, wailing out his own climax as Raven deliberately tensed his internal muscles on him, hauling him over the cliff. He erupted into Raven, convulsing in reaction to the intense release and sagged on top of him, exhausted.

Raven wiggled his hand out from between them and stretched up, untying his other wrist and lowering his arms around the drowsing blond, rolling them onto their sides. He pushed back the thick, damp fall of hair and kissed Chris's jaw tenderly, massaging the back of his neck.

Chris opened his eyes and gazed at Raven silently for a while, just drinking in the gorgeous lines of his face, basking in the soft glow from his hazel eyes. He breathed deeply at the sight of his lover slowly licking his own seed from his fingers, capturing his own hand to clean it, as well before settling back. "so," he began, his voice nearly a whisper. "how'd I do?"

Raven gave him a smoldering look, the faint smile on his face pure sensuality. "I'm wondering why in hell you didn't ask to do this before?"

Chris flushed. "I didn't think you'd let me. You're so...so...dominant. So controlled and confident that I didn't think you ever bottomed."

Raven chuckled softly. "Oh, baby, if you only knew how many times I played the bitch, though I've never enjoyed it half as much as with you tonight."

Chris reddened even more, doubt etching his features. "Really?"

Raven stretched, tugging Chris's body against him. "Baby, I don't think I've ever come so hard and so long in my life."

"You're not shittin' me?"

The dark-haired man slanted a hard kiss on Chris's mouth. "No shittin', Chris. We're gonna have to do this more often. I think I could get used to being the bitch all the time with you." Raven wrinkled his brow in puzzlement at the odd expression that passed over Chris's face. "What is it?"

"Um...not all the time, Scotty?"

Raven's smile reappeared, a roguish glint in his eyes. "Ahh, I see...you don't want to give up your status there, huh?"

Chris snorted, but looked sheepish. "I like the feel of you inside me. You fill me up like no one else."

Raven pressed his lips to his lover's forehead. "Thank you, baby. I have to admit that I often fantasized about your tight little ass."

"Really? When?"

Raven rubbed the small of Chris's back, occasionally sliding his hand up to the nape, then down again to cup his buttock. "Every time I jerk off I think of how hot and snug you are. "I actually had to jack off before our match...just thinking about getting my hands on you, about how you looked in those ring tights....oooh, baby, I'm getting hard right now just thinking about it."

Chris could indeed feel how hard he was getting, not surprised that it didn't take long for Raven to recover. He'd always been able to rebound quickly, often being able to have at least four or five orgasms over a span of a few hours. This was another thing he loved about Raven. He wriggled against him suggestively. "Care to demonstrate to me what you would have done to me in the ring if you had had the chance?"

Raven's banked desire fanned into a blazing lust as he grinned, rolling the blond under him, gently grinding his pelvis into Chris's growing hardness. "Oh, I think I can manage that."

Chris linked his arms around Raven's neck and smirked up at him. "Well, as Rock would say...don't sing it...bring it. If you smeeeeellllll what I'm coo-oh, God, Scotty...mmmm..."

"I think you can smell what I'm cooking, baby," Raven growled, teasing Chris mercilessly.

"Smell it?" Chris panted, arching and writhing against Raven's ministrations. "I can taste and feel it. Please, don't stop!"

"Oh, sweetheart, I'll never eeeeeeevvvvvver stop a-gain," he murmured, adding quietly just before he lowered his head to devour Chris's mouth, "Quote the Raven...nevermore."