Tables Turned
Title: Tables Turned
Author: Ravenette
Email: ravenette97@yahoo.com
Keywords: Raven
Rating: NC-17
Content: M/M situations, language, violence,
Distribution: No probs, just let me know where, please!
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue!
Summary: Raven finally learns to feel anothers pain.
Why did it have to happen again? Why can't I control myself? He's gonna leave me this time, I know it. Maybe he should. I don't blame him. I don't know what keeps him by my side. I wish I could remember this feeling. The guilt, the self-loathing, the fear. But I never do. Once I start, something irrational takes over and I lose control…
I make my way to the locker room after the match.
"That was some match, Raven."
A slap on the back. People clapping. Cheering.
"That was a sick bump you took."
I smile. Yeah, it was. I'm gonna feel that in the morning.
Then I see him. Smiling. Excited. Wanting to share my happiness with me. My little puppy.
"Raven! That was great! Oh, I was so worried about you. Are you OK? I bet you need a shower. Oh, you were so great out there…"
He sees the look in my eyes. Slowly, his voice fades. He's not jumping for joy anymore. He looks frightened. I feel the anger well up in me. It seems to start in my toes. Like a comfortable warmth… I'm not even afraid… I guess I should be, but I never am.
We get to the locker room. I open the door for him, but he doesn't seem to want to go in. I look at him. He drops his head and slinks past me, into hell.
"Raven… I…" he begins, but I cannot let him continue.
"What the FUCK do you think you're doing here?" I demand.
"I-I just wanted to see you after your match. I…"
I grab him by the throat, slamming him against the wall with a thud. He whimpers. He never learns… take the punishment, don't show fear… why won't he learn?? It would be easier for him… I guess I'll have to teach him again.
"Uhhh…" The warm flesh of his stomach wraps around my fist. Again. He doubles over. I slam his head against the wall. Another dull thud.
"When are you gonna fucking learn? I tell you 'Stay away'. And what do you do? Tell me?" My hand stings from the slap that sends him falling into the lockers.
"Answer me!" I yell, my voice coming out louder than I thought it would.
"Raven… Please… I'm sorry. I'll go…" He tries to get up, but like the predatory animal that I am, I'm on him too quick.
"You'll go? Where the fuck will you go? To your little fuck buddies, to cry to them about how you love me, but I beat your ass all the time? "No one understands Raven, but me. He needs me. He loves me. We take care of each other." You're a fucking joke. Do you know why I beat you? Tell me. Why do I beat you?"
"I don't know…" he whimpers. Slap! Who is he fucking kidding? It's all I can do to keep from choking that look off his face.
"Cos you're shit, that's why. You're a filthy fucking whore. Cos I know that every chance you get, you drop those pants of yours, bend over, and let anyone who'll listen to your shit for five minutes ram their cock up your ass. That's why."
"Raven, I don't. I've told you. I don't do that."
"You calling me a liar? Bitch? Are you fucking calling me a liar?" I can't stop slapping and kicking him. Ever since I found out about his cheating, I just can't satisfy the need I have to purify his infidelities with his own pain, his own blood. But it's never enough. And he always comes back for more…
I guess I should have known that eventually, someone was gonna come in the room and try to save his sorry ass. Maybe I didn't expect Rock and Hunter, but that's ok. No one can stop me when I get this far, anyway.
"Look, Raven, this has got to stop. I don't know what's going on between you two, and to tell you the truth, I really don't care. But Vince is not gonna put up with you kicking the shit out of his employees much longer. Now, let me take him, get him cleaned up…"
Well, Hunter tried, I've gotta give him that.
But I wasn't done with him yet. Just a few more fists to the body and my little puppy starts to cry…
"I told you to cut it out. That's it. Stop it now!" Hunter yelled.
As Rock stands between us, Hunter drags the beaten body to its feet, holding him up. "Let's go… c'mon,"
"No. I can't go. He needs me…"
"You can see him tomorrow. Not now. He's not gonna stop if we leave here without you, and I don't need that shit on my conscience. Let's go. We'll take you back to the hotel."
With one last sad look in my direction, he lets himself be led out the door. Poor baby. I got him good, I guess. I don't really know what for. But I know it made me feel more alive for a short while. Maybe that's wrong. I don't know…
I realize I'm not alone. I sit down on the bench. I hadn't realized how much I was sweating.
"How do you do that?" my new visitor asks.
"What?" What is he talking about? I have a headache, suddenly.
"Get him to take that shit?" he asks.
I just look at him… I'm not in the mood anymore.
"Do you get off beating the shit out of him?" He was serious. What business was it of his, anyway..
"Why? You want some?" I ask, half-heartedly.
"It is?" He asks, incredulous. "You sick son-of-a-bitch. That's how you get off? I could just imagine how good it would be if you killed him!"
"Look. Leave me the fuck alone." I turn to leave, but he stops me. Ah, shit… Don't piss me off…
"Man, you must be good at something to keep him coming back. I mean, I heard about you and all, but shit… no one's that good."
"Are you coming on to me or something? Cos, as fine as you are, I'm tired and not really in the mood right now. Some other time, ok?"
"I don't do that shit, you stupid mother fucker. Guys are not my thing, especially guys like you. God, guys like you make me sick."
"Puke then and get the fuck out."
"So, tell me, why does he come back for more? What hold do you have on him?"
"He loves how my cock feels ramming up his ass. Wanna feel it, baby?" I whisper, licking my lips.
Shaking his head, he moves closer.
"You know what I wanna feel? I wanna feel what it's like for you. How you feel when you're beating him. How you get off when you hear him begging for you to stop. I wanna hurt you the same way you hurt him…"
"You gonna fuck me when you're done, baby? You gonna kiss all the wounds and then let me suck you off while I beg you to forgive me for god knows what I did to piss you off? Will you get off watching me crawl into a ball in the corner to get away from the pain, or will it be me begging 'please… please, I promise never to do it again. Please, I'll be good'. What'll get you off? Tell me, baby. Hmmm?"
And then it hit. His fist in my ribs knocked me off my feet and onto the floor, gasping for air. Of course, he didn't know that the pain he was causing when he pounced on me and started beating the shit out of me felt good. Cleansing. Better than the pain I've caused to others. Until he heard me begging for more, moaning as his fists met my body. And the sick thing was, he gave it to me. Pinching me, punching me, kicking me, whaling on me with his leather belt. And as I lay there, bloody, battered and bruised, he ordered me to jerk off while he watched, spitting insults at me all the while. And I did.
"You filthy little pig. You like this, don't you? Is this what it's all about for you? You getting off, no matter how it gets done? No matter who you hurt? C'mon, you twisted little fuck, come then. Now!" he screamed, continuing his physical assault. But I couldn't. Until he spit on me. It was then I realized that I was the little puppy.
And just before I came, I realized what I had done. As I reached the edge, tugging frantically on my throbbing cock, screaming for release as my come shot out of me like molten lava, I realized what it was like for my tormented puppy. And it wasn't good.
"I'm sorry." I cried when I saw him the next day, all beaten and bruised. I dropped to my knees, sobbing. "I never knew how much I hurt you.
"I know. That's why this had to be done," he said to me.
And it was then that I knew that I would never be the same. If for no other reason but that I got my Taker back, and Jeff Hardy had kicked my ass.
THE END
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