So, this chapter is based on the Hell in a Cell match at Unforgiven 2006 against Vince, Shane, and Big Show. This is what goes down after the match.

Enjoy.

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Chapter Two - One Hard Night of Work
Pairing - Triple H and Shawn Michaels
Author of Chapter - "Ace"

Hunter snarled as he felt an arm slide across his sweat-slicked shoulders. He looked down to see a worried Shawn, his eyes met the smaller man's. The normally cheerful sparkling oceans were steamy with worry and slight pain.

It had been a long match, and when Hunter had heard about the Hell in a Cell match, he had been very happy about it. A chance to perform and a chance to beat a few people up, that was the life. Unfortunately, when the match began, he could tell immediately that he would have quite a few bruises before the end of the night.

Shawn slid another hand around his waist and put Hunter's across his slightly more narrow shoulders. Shawn was silent, he knew even though they had won the match, Hunter was in a bad mood.

"Well," Shawn noted, seeing the handsome blond male angry and discontent. It seemed it would take more than his sultry blue eyes and happy smile.

Hunter never communicated well with many people, outside of his wife and Shawn, he had very little other connections, but the brunette knew one language the man spoke, and it was a sure fire way to break any of Hunter's bad moods, it was tested enough.

With a sly smirk he 'accidentally' slipped his hand over Hunter's well toned ass, fingers barely brushing, leaving ghostly trails of goose bumps in it's path.

Hunter's poison green eyes flashed, then began to darken with inevitable lust, but just like always. His eyes held warning, not to back off, just a warning that once Shawn decided he wanted to play, they definitely would play.

Shawn's dark blue eyes glittered as they headed toward the locker room. He blinked salty sweat mixed with blood out of the tearing orbs and gave another sly coy smile. A pink tongue appeared at the corner of his mouth and slowly licked across his pouty bottom lip. A wild look appeared, slowly growing as he saw Hunter's intense green eyes pierce him; he was as helpless as a mouse staring into a serpent's gaze.

Hunter moved slowly, a tiger stalking a flirty gazelle. His muscles shifted and rippled like hard metal beneath smooth satin. He rose to his full height and pushed Shawn slowly against one of the cold metal lockers.

The handle bit into his skin, but that was another reason Shawn was a good match for pleasing him, comforting him. With Hunter's wife he had to be gentle. But at the end of the day, when he was pumped and feeling borderline manic, there was only one solution - Shawn's ability to deal with intense pain.

Hunter had decided he had given enough warnings. He swooped and kissed Shawn's lips with such force, their teeth clicked together. Shawn gasped out a muffled, half-swallowed moan, his hands sliding up strong arms to loop around a muscled neck. Hunter gave another snarl and attacked Shawn’s lips with vicious nips and bites, on several occasions, his tongue.

When he pulled back he studied his art, a beautiful ardent flush had settled across Shawn’s cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Shawn's blue eyes were as deep as the ocean, with an undertow that threatened to pull Hunter down. They were glazed with want and lust, his lips puffed and bruised, thin dribbles of blood here and there. His mouth was open as he panted. He noticed Hunter had stopped. Shawn let out a whimper of disappointment, his hard arousal was not hidden by his tight chaps. He let his head loll to his shoulder, allowing a view of his elegantly curved, but strongly muscled neck.

He rolled his head up, a view of his tender jugular. "Come on Hunter baby, you-", he pushed toward the silent man, "know," he nibbled along the taller man's neck and jaw, leaving tiny butterfly kisses, "want," he rose on his tiptoes to stare at the dark eyes, "me."

For a moment neither moved, but then it was silent and violent. Hunter shoved Shawn down to a bench. His hungry mouth devouring inches and inches of salty sweat-beaded skin. Hunter licked down Shawn's collarbone, across the smooth chest and around dusty nipples.

His fingers flicked one flat mound, the other was teased by the slick, damp organ as it dragged lazily in small circles. Shawn arched up under the assault, his hands slid up the strong back of his attacker, his nails digging red furrows in the slick skin, as his hands twitched and spasmed in pleasure.

Shawn tossed his head left and right. He was too hot, too much at once, he let out a scream as Hunter dragged a calloused hand down his abs to his bulging pants. Hunter smirked against Shawn's chest, his lips dragging lower, tickling Shawn's stomach with seemingly gentle nips. Hunter stopped and looked back up the man beneath him. The blue eyes he adored so much, were fogged with pleasure.

"What do you want Shawn?" he asked, his sultry voice penetrated Shawn’s dazed mind.

Shawn shifted, his arousal ground against Hunter's and he brought his legs up to wrap around Hunter's waist. He paused and his eyes twinkled with mischief; he wiggled his hips, each motion caused shivers of pleasure to echo through Hunter's body.

"You know what I want, and I know what you want. What do you say we help each other out?"

He winked slowly and Hunter smiled. "That’s not an answer for what I asked."

He slowly undid Shawn's pants. Shawn watched like a cat watched a broken-winged bird. He did not expect the fierce grab and the two quick pulls. His yell echoed and resounded off the walls, he came up at the bench to grasp at Hunter's shoulders.

Hunter smiled at their positions, his straddling the bunch, Shawn’s cock in one hand and the other around his back. Shawn holding his shoulders desperately and staring deep into his eyes.

The look on Shawn’s face could only be described as pleasured pain. The fierce grip was painful, but the delightful friction was addicting and before he knew it, he was bucking forward.

Hunter stilled him and captured Shawn's gaze. He wanted to watch, wanted to see what he did to Shawn. He fisted the smaller man slowly, excruciatingly slow. Every time Shawn tried to speed up he was squeezed painfully.

"Now," Hunter said slowly, "What do you REALLY want?" Hunter asked in a slow whisper.

Shawn panted, his hands convulsing. "I want to come, please!" he screamed desperately.

Hunter smiled again, with a few more pumps, Shawn came with a shuddering cry, throwing his head back in pure bliss. Hunter stood up from the bench, leaving the semi-comatose man spread out on the bench.

He rummaged in his locker, pulling out his body wash, his favorite, Sandalwood and Spice. Shawn finally managed to pull himself up and gazed questionably at Hunter, knowing that the taller man was not finished yet. Hunter shut his locker, looked over at Shawn and crooked a finger at the brunette before disappearing into the locker room showers. A look of confusion appeared on the handsome face before a devilish smile made an appearance. He stood up and padded off following.

The many shower heads were already on, steamy wisps were uncurling lazily away from the entrance and the hazy room was hard for Shawn to see, so he was not quite too surprised when a heavy wet hand caught his hip and yanked him into a dripping chest. Sudsy hands slipped up his arms, while wet, hot streams of water hit his back. A mouth descended on his and another battle ensued. Wet hands scrabbling against slick flesh, the scent of sandalwood filled the air, leaving a heavy scent.

Shawn backed up a step and was surprised - his gasp sounding in Hunter's, his feet slipping the wet floor. Hunter braced himself, one hand grabbing a shower head, the other had an impossibly tight grip on Shawn's wrist. After the initial fall, Shawn was able to put a hand down and lower himself to the floor. He leaned back on strong arms and spread his legs with a coy smile. Hunter slid down the wall and spread his arms, Shawn crawled forward, their lips meeting. Resting his slick body in that waiting lap, he felt silky hardness sliding across his rear.

With a smirk, Shawn tilted his head back and raised himself onto his knees so his ass was no longer in contact. He thought for a moment that Hunter would finally break, just say fuck it and impale him - not that Shawn would have minded. He felt a little dismayed when Hunter moved pinning him down again to the wet warm floor.

Shawn found himself staring at the floor. The hazy heat made his mind slow and he lazily wondered whether or not the floors had been disinfected lately because there was suspicious slime growing- “Holy Hell!” Shawn’s entire body convulsed as he felt one finger enter him, he felt the other calloused hand slide up his thigh and with a gentle, but fierce, tug pulled his hips up. It was awkward Shawn mused again, now used to the sensation of the finger slowly stretching his entrance, his hands were wet and sliding slowly across the floor so it was quite hard to get a firm hold to stay in his bowed position.

He yelped again as he felt two fingers slide inside. Shawn tossed his wet strands of hair out of his face and glanced back, only to see intense green eyes right near his face. He should have been somewhat surprised, but the only thing he could think of was how incredibly delicious Hunter’s lips were, and how lustful the emerald orbs were. Shawn leaned in for a kiss, and Hunter eagerly met him. Their sinful tongues dancing the dance of lovers.

Shawn broke the kiss to keen in pleasure as a third finger was added and curled. They scissored, stretched. The wonderful sensation they brought with them had Shawn arching like a cat, his moans and mews echoed off the walls. Hunter balanced himself precariously on the slippery floor behind his lover. He made sure one last time that Shawn was prepared and in his position. He nearly stopped just to stare for hours as the handsome man glanced over his shoulder. Trust shimmered underneath the lust that boiled in their depths.

He placed his cock at Shawn’s puckered entrance, he squeezed his left hand around Shawn’s hips as a warning then shoved forward. Shawn cried out at the feeling of being completely filled, he allowed his head to drop forward and he panted like a dog that had ran a marathon. Hunter was having a hard time. He knew that even if he let go and plunged away that Shawn wouldn’t complain. He would accept the pain with a grace only he could produce, but he didn’t want to hurt the beautiful man, even if it meant bearing the torture of the silky heat around his manhood.

Shawn whined suddenly; he wanted Hunter to move, it wasn’t so hard. Just to prove to Hunter that he could get on with it, he crawled forward slightly, until he felt just the tip of Hunter still inside him. He shoved back violently, tossing his head back in pleasure. Hunter took this sign as it was meant and began a rhythm.

Hunter pressed his chest completely onto Shawn’s back, one hand securing the man’s waist as the other skimmed up to grasp his right shoulder. Completely relying on Shawn’s ability to keep them both upright, he tilted both their bodies up.

The pace was fast, hard, wonderful. Hunter was in a state of bliss, his entire mind focused on him and his lover finding their completion. Every time he pulled out of the heat and plunged back in, it was amazing.

Shawn would say he had it best though, with just one hand supporting the both of them he pumped his dick in time with each quick thrust. Every thrust was right on the money, hitting his sweet spot over and over again. Nonsense spilled from his lips as his body tried to form words but only noises and moans came forth. He was reaching his climax, he could feel it pooling in his lower stomach like a fire. It curled lazily about him, something building up. Shawn’s climax hit him hard, he scream in pleasure as his cum spilled into his hand, every nerve and muscle tensing and curling. Hunter let out a shout as he felt the muscles clamp down hard around him. He came close behind. For a few seconds neither of them moved, both of them relishing their post-sex euphoria.

After a few minutes, Hunter pulled out slowly and grabbed a nearby loofa. With incredible care he cleaned each of their bodies, Shawn’s first and then himself. The water was starting to turn cool. The new temperature was a soothing feeling, so Shawn was not willing to move. He felt like a lazy cat in a beam of sunlight. Hunter sighed as he laid down beside his lover.

Shawn propped himself sleepily up on his crossed arms. “So, are you still angry?”

Hunter smirked, he leaned over and pushed his lips onto Shawn’s bruised ones. In the same low whisper that had Shawn had used earlier, he said, “You aren’t the only one who can act.”

Shawn blinked for a moment, then it sank in. He smirked back, “You know, if you ever want to have sex with me, you only have to say when.”

Hunter’s eyes glittered with mirth. He leaned over and started to nibble on Shawn’s earlobe. Then, with a with a wet tongue and hot whispery breath he said, “When.”

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--Jasmine Delilah