Jericho glared and sighed over from the bar at Shawn Michaels and Hunter. Hunter had the all the luck, got all the pushes, and now had all the best ass. Hunter was supposed to be the hottest guy in the WWE, and in Chris's mind- HELL NO! Hunter was soft around the middle and had that weird facial hair thing going on. He sighed softly, his eyes narrowing as he watched Hunter feed Shawn.

Shawn moaned around the spoon, licking his lips slowly after it was out of his mouth. Hey look, and now he has the HeartBreak Kid eating out of his palm. Maybe he liked that kind of thing. Chris sighed again watching with disdain as the older blonde got out, and Hunter slapped his ass hard.

'He doesn't deserve to be treated like that, I don't get why he lets Hunter do all that shit. Maybe it's because they're such gooooood friends... Hell, I actually would treat Shawn well if I had him...' Chris glanced to Shawn as he joined him at the bar.

"Hey Jerky." Shawn smiled sexily at him.

Chris gulped and let his wander over Shawn's hot body. He wore a pair of tight black jeans, and a clingy white ribbed wife beater. His nipples poked out in a sexy way through the thin material that made Chris's mouth go dry. Shawn ran his hand over his tight ponytail with a sexy smile. "H-Hey Shawn." He finally managed to murmur.

"Cat got your tongue, Chris?" Shawn teased as he ordered a couple of drinks.

"Something like that. I... I like your earrings."

"Oh what, these?" Shawn asked flicking the end of the dangly jewelry. "Thanks. I started wearing them again- Always liked them, but they're kind of dangerous to wear to RAW. Don't want to get im' ripped out or anything..."

Chris gulped as Shawn smiled at him again, feeling a little hot under the black shirt he was wearing. "Yeah..." He was beginning to feel a little stupid- only saying one word at a time.

"Well Chris, it was nice talking to you. Gotta go back to Hunter."

As Jericho watched Shawn- well rather, Shawn's ass, walk away- it hit him. "...NO!" Chris shouted and ran toward the retreating blonde. He tackled him to the ground, sending the drinks flying through the air.

"Chris!! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Shawn shouted and twisted underneath him.

"Don't go back to him! He's a jerk! He doesn't treat you right!!"

Hunter strode over to Shawn and Chris, pulling the shorter blonde off of his boyfriend by his hair. "Can I help you, Chris..?" Hunter asked coolly.

"Sure you can, Preparation H. You can FUCK OFF!" Chris shouted and tried to throw a punch at the taller man. Hunter caught it and wrenched the smaller man's arm behind his back.

"Hunter leave him alone!!" Shawn shouted angrily, and tried to free Chris from his grasp. "Come on, he didn't mean any harm!"

"...Tackling you in the middle of the bar like that, and he didn't mean to hurt you."

"I didn't want you to be with him! Hunter's a creep! I've seen how he treats you, don't let him do this!" Chris protested thrashing around wildly.

Shawn looked to Chris and then to Hunter. "Hunt, please let him go... I'm starting to get an idea, here... If you'll listen."

Hunter sighed and bent down a little so Shawn could whisper in his ear a little. Chris still struggled around- then fell to the ground when the larger blonde released him. "Okay Shawn, I like that idea. Chris, would you like to join us back at our hotel room...?"

Hotel room? Chris perked up instantly. If he could get to Shawn and convince him, maybe... Just maybe... He could get him to leave Hunter. "Sure, I'd like that." He said and stood up.

"Great. Follow us." Shawn offered Chris his hand- which the smaller man took eagerly. It was heaven holding his hand, making Chris wonder what exactly it would be like to kiss those pouty lips... Bliss. It must be bliss.

They climbed into the limo, Shawn sitting down on Hunter's lap like it was third nature. Hunter's large hands stroked Shawn's thighs. He whispered something to Shawn and patted his side. Chris watched as Shawn got up, making his way to the other side of the limo. He sat down on the other man's lap. Chris could have died right there- Shawn Michaels in his lap- could he ever be so lucky? Not in a million years.

"It's okay to touch me, you know." Shawn smiled sweetly at Chris, running his hand through his hair gently.

Chris shakily put his hand on Shawn's upper thigh, too intimidated to do more. This was his idol here- and something didn't seem right. Shawn seemed to be different since Bad Blood. After he lost that match with Hunter, he was... not himself. More submissive to what Hunter wanted, so eager to please. He didn't get it. Shawn was normally so strong...

The limo stopped in front of the hotel- and the three got out quietly. When they had reached the room, Hunter flopped down on the bed. Shawn remained standing, as did Chris. "Chris, come join me on the bed." Hunter patted the space beside him.

Jericho sighed softly sitting up by the head board of the large four poster bed. He never got a room like this one. HUGE bed, a full wet bar, living room...

"You like the room, Chris?" Hunter asked, looking coolly over to the smaller man beside him.

"Yeah- no one else gets a room this large... Not even Benoit and he's the champion! ...How'd you get one like this...?"

"All the perks of being fabulously wealthy. You get the best movie deals, the best storylines, the best matches... all the things that men like me deserve. Oh, and I forgot. You get all the best ass too. Like Shawn here for example. You can't get a better fuck than him around here."

"Thank you Hunter."

"Show him what I got you, baby."

Shawn obediently went to the suitcase and pulled out a pair of tear drop diamond earrings. On the ends of them dangled little cursive H's.

"Put them on."

Chris watched Shawn go over to the mirror, putting the old ones away, and the new ones in. "H earrings?"

"Shawn's my boy toy. Everyone knows that- and for punks like you, it's a reminder. But I like you Chris. You remind me of me..."

Jericho suppressed an urge to hurl at that. "...Thanks..."

"You're looking a little pekkid there, Chris. Maybe a drink'll perk you up. Shawn- two gin and tonics please."

"Of course, Hunter."

Chris again watched Shawn as he walked behind the bar, mixing some drinks together. He brought them over on a small tray, giving Chris's to him first. "Thanks Shawn."

"You're welcome, Chris."

When Shawn brought Hunter's over, the taller man gave him a swat on the ass. "Thanks babe. No one makes drinks like you. And another perk of being fabulously wealthy, you also get the best shows too."

"What do you mean?" Chris asked as he sipped slowly out of his drink. It was just gin and tonic, but somehow Shawn made it taste so good... He was beginning to see why Hunter always had that smirk on his face. What a life he lived...

"Shawn, why don't you show us one of your greatest gifts?" Hunter basically ordered and turned on the stereo with a remote control that laid on the side table drawer.

Soon enough when the music started- and Shawn stood in front of the bed. He started dancing slowly by swaying his hips side to side. He brought his body to the floor by doing a back body bend. He spread his legs lewdly, slipping off his belt and decorative buckle off. He ran his hands down the front of his crotch, stroking himself through the rough denim. He moaned loudly- music to Hunter's ears. He brought himself up to his feet by doing a head spring. He winked and grinned to Chris as he started playing with the front of his jeans as if he were going to take them off.

Chris bit down on his lip, Shawn was beautiful. Too wonderful.

He started removing his jeans- unzipping the zipper- then grabbing the sides of his pants, sliding them off and to the floor. He wore a skimpy g-string, the sides held up by three small rings. He started working the thin shirt off, landing in a soft pile. Shawn went back to the bed post, doing a hand stand to wrap his legs around it, then pulled himself up. He swung his legs around, sliding down it again. He landed on the floor, putting himself into a split. Shawn pushed himself into another handstand. He flipped to his feet, and started grinding against the post seductively.

"Now look what you've done, Shawn. You've gotten me hard. Get over here and remedy the situation." Hunter demanded pointing down to the erection straining his grey dress slacks. "Mm, and get your leash."

Chris rubbed the front of his pants instinctively, increasing his movements when he saw Shawn bending all the way over with just a thin strip of black material between his cheeks.

Hunter smirked at his younger companion as Shawn handed him the end of the leash. He gave a sharp tug, pulling the blonde between his legs. "Suck it, baby."

Shawn nodded and unzipped his pants, taking Hunter's large cock into his mouth.

"Yes...." Hunter hissed throwing his head back as Shawn began to suck the large head of his erection. He yanked on Shawn's ponytail sharply, telling him to go down further. He loved watching Shawn go down on him, those pouty lips looked so natural around his length, he couldn't have anyone else nourishing his erection. The blonde's fingers eagerly played with his balls, as he took the whole length down his throat.

Shawn's ass was left vulnerable, his legs spread lusciously. Before Hunter could say anything, Chris had pulled down his pants, and was behind Shawn. Jericho grabbed the sides of his thong and yanked it down. He kissed and gently bit on Shawn's round ass, making the older man jump a little. Hunter gave the leash a sharp tug, telling Shawn to spread his legs and wider for Chris. Hunter liked the idea of this- give him a taste of Shawn. A taste of the life that he had. Make him jealous.

Chris's cock was dripping with so much precum that preparation seemed almost foolish. He shoved all the way inside Shawn, digging his nails into his hips. He heard Shawn give a small yelp around Hunter's cock, that sound making him want to fuck Shawn to oblivion. If he did a good enough job, Shawn may not want Hunter anymore. He reached around and the older man, jerking his length in time with his thrusts.

Hunter let out a sigh of pleasure as Shawn's head started bobbing back and forth faster as Chris's thrusts were driving him forcefully. Shawn's hands grabbed his hips for leverage, tears streaming down his face. He kept jerking on the leash hard, encouraging his boy toy to go faster on him. His scrotum gave a jerk, his cock twitching wildly in Shawn's mouth.

With Jericho's hand working him, and two lengths pummeling him at the same time, in two different holes. With a mew, he came, coating the bed sheets beneath him. His body was spent, but the two kept at it, fucking Shawn hard and relentless. Finally, hot seed invaded Shawn's mouth, as he tried to drink all of it. Chris came last, flooding Shawn's insides.

"Oh god Shawn..." Chris whispered stroking his lower back lovingly as he pulled out of him.

Hunter pulled Shawn's head off of his lap, pushing him on to his back beside him. The older man was panting loudly, cum splattered on his thighs, and some dribbling down his mouth. "Thank you for joining us tonight. Now why don't you head on off to your room..."

Chris pulled on his pants, looking to the man he had admired... Shawn, a legend, a beauty, a strong willed man... was lying there in covered in semen with a leash around his neck. A slave to an even bigger giant. Hunter brushed his slightly damp hair back, smirking to Chris. "You're angry aren't you? Mad at yourself for enjoying fucking part of the fringe benefits of an illustrious career...? Something you'll never have. I can help you if you want. I can help you be a success like me. So you can get men like Shawn here..." He extended his hand, wanting Chris to shake it.

Chris stared at the hand for a long time. He looked down at Shawn's spent body, his breathing finally starting to slow down. His bottom lip quivered. He wanted Shawn to be his. And the best way to do that would be to sell your soul to the devil himself. He reached out slowly and shook Hunter's hand.

"Great.. I'll give you a call."

Jericho nodded and walked out the door to his room. He pulled out his guitar from the case, strumming on it absently.

Sold my soul for a pretty face
Want to save him from his disgrace
What do I for me
Who'll save me when I can no longer see
When the corruption comes
Will I ever be the same again?


'At least I got the beginnings of a song out of the deal...' Chris thought as he scribbled the lyrics down on a piece of paper.

FIN.