Chapter 8

Sean had just finished cleaning the room and preparing it to Taker's specifications when the large man stormed in. Standing to face the master, Sean was not surprised to see him alone but chose not to say anything. He knew the large man was hurting. Taker was a proud, strong man. It had to hurt to be left like Billy had done.

Without a word, Taker collapsed into a chair, head and shoulders bent and Sean quietly brought over the big man's drink, setting it on the table by his side. Next, he moved behind the chair and began massaging his master's tense muscles until he was leaning back in the chair, relaxed and sipping his drink. Moving to the front of the chair, Sean knelt and silently began massaging Taker's feet.

"He didn't even look like my angel, Sean." The brunette remained silent as Taker continued. "I almost didn't recognize him. How could he change so much in one night?"

Sean had his own opinions about that but, again, maintained his silence.

"It's that Raven. He did something to my angel. Did he talk to Billy last night when you two went t'see Brock?"

"No, master."

"See him at all?"

"No, master."

Taker downed the rest of his drink. "Then I don't understand it. `Less you're lying or `less you weren't watchin' Billy like ya should've."

Sean bristled at the accusation but kept his feelings out of his voice. "Billy said he had been with them before, master. In WCW."

"I still don't understand it." He took another drink. "It's gonna take some time t'figure this out. Meantime, I need a sub. A well-trained one that knows his fucking place."

"There are none available, master, not like you want. Not on Smackdown or Raw." Sean struggled to keep his voice calm. He had to do this right to get what he wanted. "I do know of one, master. He is well-trained and very innocent appearing."

"Appearin'? Ya mean he looks sweet but is a pain in the ass?"

Sean bristled again at the slur against his love but hid it, speaking in a soft, respectful tone. "No, master, he is sweet and obedient. He is very willing for anything sexual. More so than his appearance says."

"Can he wrestle? Make it easier for him to travel with us."

"Yes, master, he was in WWE before."

"Fine. I'll make Vince give me a blank contract `nd you go fetch him.

"Yes, master." Sean kept his head down to hide the gleam of victory in his eyes, of anticipation.

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Brock ducked into an empty conference room, closing the door behind him and slowly sliding down to the floor. Burying his face in his arms, he fought back the threatening tears. He was a big, strong man and big, strong men did not cry. They did not cry or cuddle or comfort. They did, however, get hurt by men one third their size.

Visions taunted him, making lies of his thoughts. Hammer received gentleness and he was as big or bigger than Brock. Scott and Billy received it. Hell, Brock had received gentleness from Raven. He smiled sadly as he thought of the soft caresses. The memory of the touch brought back Raven's words, his disturbing questions. Was he happy? Not now, he wasn't. But, what else was there? Brock wasn't a great catch. Big and clumsy, he was always making mistakes. Besides, he had Billy, what would Raven want with him.

His mind laughed bitterly at him. Why had he though that? He could never be part of the Flock, be like Billy. He could not even keep Zach happy. Besides, how could he honestly think of leaving Zach. They loved each other, didn't they?

A soft knock on the door startled him. Jumping to his feet, his mind searched wildly for an excuse of what he was doing here. There was another soft knock and Brock grew confused. This was a conference room that was supposed to be empty. Who would be knocking? A third knock let him know that whoever it was obviously wasn't going away. Steeling himself, Brock reached over and slowly opened the door to come face to face with a softly smiling Raven.

"I was beginning to wonder if you would ever open the door."

Brock continued to stare in shock at the smaller man as he calmly slipped past him into the room. "What...Why are you here?"

Raven shrugged. "To see you, of course." Hazel eyes stared up at him calmly. "Why don't you close and lock the door?"

As if in a trance, Brock obeyed and was rewarded with an approving smile as Raven leaned his hips against the table edge. "How did you know I was here?"

"It wasn't hard. You're rather memorable. Now, why don't you tell me why you're in here, hmmm?"

Brock dipped his eyes, shame filling him. Shame at being a screw-up. Shame of his fascination with Raven and the Flock. Shame for being hurt by Zach. Shame for the tears that even now threatened to break free.

"You're really not fooling anyone. You're not happy where you are. Don't want what he's giving you." Raven's voice was calm and off hand as if they were discussing the weather.

Once again, Brock felt put on the defensive. "What do you know? You don't even know me!"

"I know more about you than you think. I see the longing in your eyes when you watch my little flock. I see the fear in your eyes when Zach is near. I see the sadness and self-doubt seething inside you." Raven slowly advanced and Brock retreated until he felt his back pressing against a wall. "I see all of it and I know."

Inches separated their bodies and the brunette's nearness, his intensity made Brock tremble. "What...Why are you doing this? What do you want?"

Raven smiled and laid his hands on Brock's shoulders before leaning up so their lips were almost touching. Hazel eyes held blue and Brock could feel Raven's hot breath as he whispered. "You." The blonde man shook at the one word. Electricity shot through him as Raven tilted his head to the side and lightly touched his lips to Brock's. "I want to caress you." The brunette tilted his head the other way and brushed their lips together again. "I want to hold you." Switching angles again, he pressed a kiss against Brock's jaw. "I want to watch you." Another angle, another kiss. "I want to comfort you." Raven punctuated each statement with a kiss and Brock's eyes closed in trembling pleasure. "I want to fuck you. I want to make you scream. I want to see you beg. I want to own you. I want to protect you. I want to make you happy."

Brock was whimpering and trembling at the kisses and sensually whispered words. He was grateful for the wall, his legs weakened to the point he could barely stand upright, when suddenly Raven was gone. Eyes snapping open, he saw he smaller man leaning against the table, smoky eyes half-lidded in desire.

"I think you want it too, Brock, and you can have it. We can both have what we want."

"I...How?" The question slipped out before he even realized it.

"Ah, sweet one, you know the answer. You've seen it. Give yourself to me."

Visions of Billy flashed through his mind. Scenes of Billy kneeling, of him licking Scotty's boot. "I can't. I'm not like Billy. I'm not into that."

Raven laughed gently. "Really? Then why do you watch?" Brock had no answer. "You don't have to be like my sweet Billy. In fact, I don't expect it." Brock dropped his gaze, thinking Raven was realizing how useless he was but Raven's next words made him hope. "You can't be what you haven't been taught. My birdling has had many lessons. I'm not asking you to be like him. I'm asking you to give yourself to me. To be mine."

"I don't understand."

Brock expected Raven to become angry or impatient but the brunette surprised him again by saying softly, "Come here, sweetling."

Brock found it impossible to deny the gentle command. Raven smiled in approval as the blonde came and stood in front of the smaller man.

"Kneel." Staring deeply into hazel eyes, Brock again obeyed. Raven reached out and softly traced the large blonde's features. "If you belong to me, you obey me, my rules, my wishes. You obey who I tell you to. You serve my desires. In return, you can expect several things from me. I will protect you and make sure your needs are taken care of, all your needs, emotional, physical, mental. If, one day, you decide you don't want to be mine, I'll remove my collar and send you away. If, for some reason, I no longer want you, I will tell you and still protect you until you find another master who will treat you well."

"I...I have to wear a collar?"

"Yes."

"Like an animal?" Zach's words were out of his mouth before he could stop them and he flinched at Raven's disapproving glare, waiting to be hit.

"Not an animal. Like a sub or a pet. If this is more than you can handle, leave now because we won't suit. However, think of this before you decide, is wearing a collar more shameful, more embarrassing, than wearing a black eye?"

Brock's head dropped, remorseful. "I...I'm sorry."

"Shhh," Raven's fingers stroked his short hair. "It's ok."

Thousands of worries and thoughts flooded Brock's brain but only one made it into words. "Would...Will....Promise never to hurt me." He held his breath, waiting.

"Ah, sweetling, that's an unfair request. I might hurt your feelings without meaning to and, as you saw with Billy, sometimes I'm rough in sex. I can promise you this, though. I will never strike you in anger and if I get rough, it will never be more than you want."

"Want?" Brock could not imagine what he meant.

"You will learn if you give yourself to me."

Feelings of shame tried to well up inside him, feelings that he was betraying Zach. However, Raven's gentle touch was too tempting, promises of no more pain gave him too much hope. Before he knew it, he was staring up at Raven, pleading, "Take me. Please."

Raven leaned down and pressed his mouth to Brock's tongue licking over lips asking for entrance. Brock grasped at Raven's forearms as the smaller man cupped his face and parted is lips to allow Raven entrance. The kiss deepened, tongues wrestling, and Brock gasped in surprise when he encountered the metal of Raven's tongue stud. The smaller man's mouth became more aggressive, exploring Brock's mouth thoroughly before pulling back and wetting Brock's lower lip with his tongue. The blonde man's hands gripped tighter as he leaned forward, mouth blindly seeking more contact.

He was rewarded with a soft purr as Raven claimed his mouth again, tongue thrusting inside to tangle once again with Brock's. The blonde's body was burning up with need and Raven had done nothing but kiss him, gentle hands never moving from softly cupping his face.

The brunette finally pulled back, breaking the kiss. Holding Brock's gaze, he pulled his wrists free of the larger man's grip and reached into his leather jacket. Pulling out a heavy black collar, he held it in front of Brock's face, showing it to the kneeling man, letting him see the light glint of the silver studs. Moving slowly, he gave Brock more than enough time to pull away or object. The blonde man did neither as the leather collar slipped around his neck. Raven checked carefully to make sure it wasn't too tight before clicking the lock shut and Brock felt an unexpected and unexplainable thrill go through him at the sound. He stared up into Raven's eyes, nervous and curious.

Hazel eyes shown with admiration, lust, and possessiveness as thy moved over his large body. "Beautiful. You're beautiful, birdling. And you're mine."

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