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Lost	By : bluegold Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1350 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Lost Part 2

Adam watched as AJ (Christian had clarified that for him) walked in carrying a box of bread sticks. Followed by Trish who had two Dominos boxes and Christian who had soda.

“This is great for me but what will you have?” Adam says as AJ laughs.

“Dad you’re so silly,” he says climbing on the bed and sitting next to him. As Jason climbs on to so AJ is between them. Trish pulls up a chair.

“How do you feel?” Trish asks.

“I’ve been better, you know feeling like I got hit by a truck and the amnesia . . .”

“Amnesia? How much?”

“Everything about me.”

“Daddy what’s am-nesssa?”

“It’s why daddy feels so bad, it makes hiad had hurt and sometimes he forgets stuff.” Christian explains and Adam smiles thankfully at him as Trish starts dividing the pizza. Adam can barely get through a slice and has about four cups of soda instead. Christian keeps waitior aor anything some sort of sign that this was all an act.

Trish can tell the ‘picnic’ is a little much for Adam especially when he starts nodding off. She closes the boxes and clears her throat waking Adam who looks around tiredly.

“I think Daddy needs more rest now AJ, come on . . .” Trish says reaching for him as he turns to Christian worried.

“Will Daddy forget me?” Christian smiles.

“No, did he forget you now? Don’t worry. Daddy won’t forget you now be a good boy for Trish and let her read you a story.”

“Okay goodnight daddy,” AJ says hugging Christian then doing the same to Adam then leaving with Trish.

“I’ll be right back,” Christian says gathering the leftovers and everything to bring downstairs.

When he returns Adam is wringing his hands and looking down. It was one of the few times Adam’s hair bothered him because he couldn’t come close to seeing what his expression was that was until he saw it. He could have imagined it, a trick of the light, he was still at the door. Christian closes the distance een een him and Adam quickly and lifts his head lightly and gets a full view of the tears.

“What’s wrong . . .”

“I can’t do this. . .”

“You don’t have a choice,” Christian says darkly a little sad that it had all been an act.

“I’m scaring our kid, I don’t know my own husband I can’t even go to the bathroom by myself!” Adam says turning away from Christian who has to stop himself from doing a little dance.

“Look it’s not your fault . . . if anyone is to blame its Jason,” Christian mutters.

“Who’s Jason?”

Christian turns away from Adam trying to decide what to say exactly. “He’s . . . he’s your first husband . . . and . . .”

“What is it?”

“I . . . I lied to you before . . . you weren’t mugged . . . Jason kidnapped you and he . . .” Christian throws some emotion in his voice making it crack, “he raped you . . .” He turned to Adam then and was startled to see the look of pure disgust on his face.

“I let . . .”

“Let? Let has nothing to do with it. It wasn’t your fault,” Christian says starting to quote all the movies he’s ever seen on the topic. “Don’t ever blame yourself there are just sick people out there. Besides he tricked you . . .”

“How is that even possible? I had to have done something . . .”

‘You have no idea’ “Don’t blame yourself, it’s not your fault he got you to think he was me . . .”

“Am I blind? Wouldn’t I be able to tell one husband from another?”

“Not when they’re twins . . .”

“What?! I married brothers? Twin brothers?!”

“It’s a long story . . .”

“Isn’t that the least bit weird?”

“Adam, I don’t really want to get into it now, you and Jason didn’t last as I think you can tell. This is the most extreme thing he’s done . . . “

“He’s done stuff before?”

“Well, he was an abusive boyfriend . . .” Christian says making everything up as he went along.

“You know what I don’t think I want to hear anymore,” Adam says.

“Okay so want me to tuck you in?” Christian asks smiling.

“Funny, but I do have to use the bathroom.” Christian nods as they go through the same routine again and then he does tuck Adam in kissing him and Adam drifts off to sleep with a smile on his face. Christian was to giddy to sleep and it was almost time for Trish to go so he went over to AJ’s room where she was reading him a chapter from Charlotte’s web he points out he’s already asleep and she puts the book down and walks out with Jason.

“AJ likes you very much.
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”I do too, Mr. Reso, he’s a wonderful child.”

“Well we’ll see you tomorrow morning, good night,” Christian says leading her to the door. He walks to the kitchen checking all the doors like he usually does. He opens the door and is face to face with himself. “What . . .”

“Where’s Adam?!”

“What’s the matter Jay? Can’t keep track of that pretty little husband of yours?”

“I know you have him! What are you doing to him?”

“Why would you care? Didn’t you was your hands of him?”

“Not to end up with . . .”

“What me? I’m exactly what he deserves and you know it,” Christian says slamming the door shut. Even Jason popping up hadn’t dulled his mood as he made sure the door to the ‘fun room’ was locked and the key still safe in its hiding place.

Christian went back upstairs and changed for bed swearing that he would behave himself despite the fact that Adam was still only wearing that robe he had given him and it had come loose. If it wasn’t for that sheet . . ristristian shook his head and decided to let Adam sleep, no point in ruining his plans he thought as he climbed into bed and was pleasantly surprised when Adam curled up against him.

*<*<* Adam sat at the bar knowing he shouldn’t be there . . . something was waiting for him. He ignored the feeling as he ordered another drink.

“Hey legs,” he smiled at the man as he pulled him into a kiss. When they pulled away he saw him. He ran after him and was in another room. He was watching himself getting whipped on the bed, being beaten raw, when his attacker turned it was him also.

“Someone’s been a bad boy . . .” A voice that’s not his own says as he realizes he’s the one in the bed as the whip came flying down. *>*>*

Adam opened his eyes startled and wished to be asleep again. The pain today was murder, yesterday was noting compared to it. He thought he was supposed to be healing. He was in his own mental pain dialogue when a sight took his breath away. Christian had just retuned from the showe tow towel slung low on his hips.

Despite what he looked like fully clothed Christian wasn’t thin. He had a very nice body and Adam was interested to see Christian had a tattoo though he couldn’t make it out from the bed. He turned scarlet when Christian dropped the towel clearly not knowing he was g wag watched as he rummaged around for underwear. Adam turned away embarrassed.

“Like what you see?”

“Yes . . .no . . . I mean uh . . . no . . . I didn’t mean.” Adam stops as Christian laughs.

“Relax, you wouldn’t have married me if you didn’t besides haven’t you noticed you’re a little on the nude side?” Adam looks down at him self and the robe that covered nothing it should at the moment. Thank God for the sheet.

“Oh . . . where are you going?”

“Just to the market, Trish will be here soon. It’s Sunday so we all usually stay in.” It was then Adam realized he had blanked on the passage of time, he knew the year and the month but the date . . . and day was news to him.

“Today’s Sunday?”

“The 15th but you never remember the date anyway. Sometimes I wonder how you even know when it’s your birthday.”

“Simple someone says Happy Birthday,” Adam cracks.

“Great the bad jokes are back. You feeling better?”

“Worse, is there anything I can take?” Christian nods returning with some pain killers from when Adam had broken an arm. He hands him one and a glass of water. “Thanks.”

“No problem I’ll be back soon.” Christian kissed Adam again loving the way he yielded to the kiss allowing Christian full control of the kiss and have his tongue possessively explore every crevice of his mouth causing Adam to moan as Christian withdraws placing a light kiss on the tip of his nose. “When you’re well,” Christian says seductively as he walks out grinning broadly.

He peeks in on AJ on his way out and sees him eating cereal and watching Sunday morning cartoons. And then logic hit him.

“AJ wanna go to the market with me?”

“Okay!” He says jumping around in his Scooby Doo pajamas. Christian and AJ leave Adam alone in the house but not alone for long.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Adam?” A voice whispered pushing open the room door. He ran to Adam when he saw him curled on his side in a fetal position clutching his sides as sweat broke out on his brow. “What did he do to you?” He whispers as he notices the bottle on the nightstand and the instructions that screamed at him.

“Take with food . . . that bastard!”

“Christian . . .”

“Christian?! I’m not that monster that demented freak! Adam look at me, its Jason.” Jason is shocked when Adam practically flies away from him.

“Get out!” He screams knowing Christian could be gone for hours.

“Not without you. I can’t let him keep you here, look at what he’s done to you. I never meant for . . .”

“Get out you monster! I’m staying with Christi

”Adam . . .”

“No!” He screams running into the bathroom and locking the door and ignoring Jason’s pounding until it stopped. He slumped to the floor and wretched whatever was in him into the toilet. His heart was pounding so loud it was hurting. He was still panting from his run in here. He leaned against the tub planning on closing his eyes just until he caught his breath.

The next thing he knew someone was stroking his face lightly. He woke with a jerk feeling more ache’s and pains from the awkward sleeping position.

“Christian?” Adam asks worried.

“Who else? What are you doing in here I had to pick the lock.”

“Jason was here . . . he . . .”

“Did he hurt you?” Christian asks wishing he could have seen the look on his twins face when he was rejected by his husband.

“I ran in here.” Christian nods as he helps Adam to his feet.

“Well since you’re here.” Christian says dropping the robe Adam was wearing to the floor. “Bath time.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“I’ll help, I can scrub your back,” Christian says grinning wickedly.

“What about . .
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“Don’t worry,” Christian says removing his shirt and stepping out of his shoes as he goes to lock the door. “Trish and AJ are putting away groceries we have plenty of time.” Christian says slipping off his pants and finally sliding off his boxers. He slides the door to the shower open and having Adam step in first.

Christian was enjoying the view of the perfect body. There were no bruises welts or scratches just a perfect tan backside and two globes of flesh begging to be squeezed which is just what he did causing Adam to jump.

“I don’t remember groping as part of the plan.”

“Spoil sport,” Christian says dousing them both in cold water, before adjusting the temperature.

He takes the soap and does exactly what he said he would massaging the soap into Adam’s back as he let out a blissful sigh. He takes the shampoo and started massaging his scalp avoiding the bump as Adam leaned back against him eyes closed. His hands snaked around to his chest teasing both nipples at once as Adam moans.

”You don’t know how much I want you . . . to be inside you again.” Adam doesn’t respond as Christian’s hand snaked lower to grip his already hardening manhood. “To have you scream for me.”

“Christian . . .” He says in short breathy gasps as Christian starts to slowly pump him as his other hand finds a puckered nipple to torment. Adam is at his mercy as he feels even more of his weight falling on him causing him to lean back on the wall of the shower as he continues his torment. Slowing dowen hen he feels Adam come close to the brink and then starting up again.

“Christian . . . please,” Adam gasps.

“Please what? Rinse you off no problem.” Christian says moving them into the spray of the shower and completely stopping his stroking of Adam, who moves his own hands to finish himself only to be batted away by Christian. “Don’t think so.” Christian says adjusting the shower spray so it’s like a thousand fingers on Adam’s already throbbing member.

“God!” He exclaims as he climaxes then sig bag back into Christian feeling a little light headed.

“My turn . . .” Christian shakes the limp form in his arms and is surprised that he’s passed out. He holds him for a few seconds and Adam stirs. “Welcome back.”

“Sorry,” Adam says trying to stand on his own feet and almost slamming his head into the nozzles.

“Let’s get you dried off before you fall into a coma,” Christian says.

Christian towels Adam dry trying to figure out why he feels like such the doting mother right now. If this kept up he’d be no better than Jason a soft little . . . who couldn’t even . . . Christian shook his head and rubbed the black and blue portion of Adam’s midsection roughly, smiling secretly at the thought that not only had he caused this but that he was enjoying the moans of pain from Adam. He rubbed a little harder then “realized” what he was doing.

“I’m sorry,” Christian says and Adam nods tossing the towel he had been using on his hair aside and wrapping the one Christian had been using lightly around his waist.

“Clothes?”

“You are absolutely no fun,” Christian cracks and Adam rolls his eyes.

“Is all you want in my pants?”

“You’re not wearing any pants,” Christian points out. Adam sighs and follows his equally towel clad ‘husband’ back into the adjoining bedroom. Christian tosses him some black silk boxers. He watches as Adam adjusts the boxers so low on him they are almost pointless. He opens the closet and looks at the skin tight leather pants Adam wears out to go clubbing as a feeling of anger washes over him.

He wanted to slam that still bruised face into the wall until it bleeds. He hated those pants, they made Adam look so free so inviting, like the cheap trash that he was.

“stiastian?” Adam says stepping up beside him. “Leather pants? Are you nuts? I can barely walk . . . Christian?” Christian snaps out of his daze pushing the pants aside as he takes his own clothes. Then sweat pants for Adam. Adam pulled them on then reached for a shirt. He grabbed a shinny short sleeved black one and that same angry feeling came over Christian again. He takes a plain white shirt and tosses it to Adam instead yanking the other shirt angrily and tossing it on a shelf in the closet.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Daddy!” AJ says jumping around Christian as he tosses some potatoes into the boiling water.

“Yeah?”

“Daddy fell asleep on his plate he looks really silly. Come see!”

Christian follows AJ into the dining room and sure enough Adam was sound asleep at the table using his dinner plate as a pillow. Christian smiles at the sight and wonders what he’ll do once Adam gets his memory back. Being nice had some good points but he really wanted to spank Adam again.

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