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The Luck Of The Draw	By : takerzmuse Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1051 -:- 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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[Title] - The Luck Of The Draw

[Author] - Grasshopper (A.K.A. The Undertaker's Muse)

[Email] - uber_bitch13@yahoo.com

[Rated] - NC-17

[Warnings] - Male/male relationship, sex.

[Category] - WWE

[Spoilers] - Nothing, really.

[Pairings] - Triple H/Brian Kendrick

[Summary] - Talk about “Yu Yu Hakusho” leads to…other things.

[Author's Notes] - Yet more fun with “The Machine.” Can anyone tell me if someone has done this pairing before? Or am I the first?

[Disclaimer] - Hunter and Brian belong to themselves and Vince McMahon. Hiei and Kurama are property of Yoshihiro Togashi. I only own the story, which is a work of fiction. Song lyrics and story title comes from “Honey, Don’t Think” by Grant Lee Buffalo.

“What the hell are you watching, Brian?” Flopping down beside him on the bed, I looked at the logo in the corner of the television screen.
“The Cartoon Network? I knew you were young, baby, but I didn’t know you still watched cartoons,” I laughed, kicking my duffel bag off the end of the bed.
Brian glared at me fiercely. “I’m watching anime, not cartoons. Yu Yu Hakusho is not something children should watch. At least, not this version of it.”
“Yu Yu what?”
“Yu Yu Hakusho. It’s about a spirit detective named Yusuke…but that’s not what I watch it for.”
I cuddled closer to him, tangling my fingers in his slightly tangled locks. Resting his head upon my chest, his right hand lying just above my heart, he went back to watching the TV. Though I had no knowledge of the show’s characters, two individuals seemed to stand out.
“Who are they?”
“Who?”
“The redhead and the really short guy.”
“The redhead is Kurama. Well, in that form, his name is Minamino Shuuichi. Y’see, Kurama’s a spirit fox. His true name is Youko Kurama and he’s not a redhead in that form, he’s actually silver. Also, he doesn’t look like a woman in his youko form. There’s more to it than that, but I don’t think your brain could take the complete story.”
“Very funny. You say he’s silver?” Hmm…sounds interesting. “And what about the short one?”
“His name is Hiei. He’s basically the son of a fire demon and an ice demon.”
“Hn. So where is this thing set?”
“Parts of it are set in Tokyo, but the rest… Well, y’see, there’s the Ningenkai, the human world; the Reikai, the spirit world; and the Makai, the demon world. The story involves a good deal of all three worlds.”
“Okay…” Sounds rather complicated.
“I know, it’s kinda complicated,” Brian said, unknowingly echoing my thought.
“A bit.” Silently, we watched the show. As the ending credits began to roll, I kissed his forehead.
“So why do you watch the show?”
“Huh?”
“You said that there was another reason you watched this, rather than for the plotline. What is it?”
“Hmm…” Drowsily, he continued, “Hiei and Kurama. Their relationship is…unique.”
“What do you mean?”
“They’re so different, but so alike. They both have their idiosyncrasies, but they’re still together. That’s all friendship, of course, because they aren’t ‘together’ despite the subtext.”
“Strange…” I laced my fingers with his, my thumb massaging his palm softly. “Their relationship, be it friends or more, sounds rather familiar.”
Brian moved so that he lay completely on my chest. Propping his head on folded arms to look me in the eyes, he asked, “What do you mean?”
“Well look at us. There’s me, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, the World Heavyweight Champion… And then there’s you, Brian Kendrick, also known as ‘Spanky.’ The guy who, at the behest of Sean O’Haire, streaked on SmackDown! just to get noticed by the WWE.” Trailing down his back, my hands came to rest upon the swell of his ass. My fingers played with the frayed waistband of his jeans, occasionally dipping beneath to trace the silky skin found there.
“We don’t seem like the type to wind up together,” Brian responded, lightly kissing my chest.
“No…” I hissed as he nipped delicately at my nipples.
“But we did, anyway.”
“Mm-hmm,” I whimpered. My fingers once again tangled in his hair as his teeth scraped down my stomach. His eyes locked with mine as he licked the bulge of my jeans. When his hands made their way into my pants, I moaned softly.
“Love you, baby…” My voice was barely above a whisper.
“I love you, too,” he replied, before taking me into his mouth.
I was barely aware of moving my hands from his head, now clawing at the bedcovers. The warm wetness of his mouth…his tongue…the light scrape of teeth on my skin… I came back to myself when he pulled away.
My eyes flew open wildly. I calmed slightly when he hurriedly pulled off his jeans, then helped me with my own. Moving backwards on the bed, I propped myself up on the pillows and watched my lover.
His hair, dampened by sweat, fell forward to guard his eyes as he crawled on the bed towards me. His fingers traced my calves…my knees…my thighs…and on up as he straddled my hips.
My hands gripped his thighs as he grabbed the lube from the nightstand, covering the fingers of one hand with it. Once again, I grabbed the bedcovers, watching as he prepared himself for me, long fingers sliding in…and…out. Squeezing more lube onto his fingers, I closed my eyes, trying to keep my control when he began coating my cock with it.
After a few moments…or eternity…he pulled his hand away. I kept my grip on the covers as he slowly descended himself upon my cock. He rocked his hips slightly, sinking me deeper into him.
Finally, I lost control, gripping his hips tightly. My fingers dug into the skin, leaving the beginnings of bruises there as I helped him maneuver on my cock. Our pace sped up quickly…hard, fast, and brutal.
Blunt nails scratched along my back, digging deeply into the skin of my shoulders where he clutched. Biting slightly at his neck, I left my mark upon his tanned skin. He nipped at my lips before granting me access to his mouth. As our tongues dueled for supremacy, his hands moved along my chest, scraping and pinching my nipples.
His muscles tightened around me when he came, driving me out of what was left of my mind. Moving so that Brian lie beneath me on the bed, I pounded into him roughly, screaming his name when I followed him over the edge soon after.
We cuddled quietly afterwards, his fingers running through my damp hair as my hands trailed along his sweat-slicked body. Brian began to hum softly and my mind raced to remember the song. I smiled as a few lines came into my head.
It’s the luck of the draw… How you wound up with me… I don’t know how at all…
Brian and I may not seem like the type to end up together…but we did.
And our differences don’t matter, because we’ve got something that many people spend their whole lives looking for, yet never find.
Love.

[The End]
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