"Bare Necessities"

By Raising Kane

Disclaimer: I own no one though I wouldn't mind having Dave to cuddle. I imply nothing about the sexual orientation, religious beliefs, etc. of any of the characters. This is simply a work of fiction produced by my twisted and adventurous mind.
Distribution: If you really want it... just ask first please.
Rating: NC-17
Characters: HHH/Dave Bautista
Brief Mentions of: Shawn Michaels and Edge (Adam Copeland)
Content: M/M Relationships, language, Bondage! (obviously sex)
Notes: In my pretty little world, none of the guys are married unless so noted. It's fiction, I'm allowed to do that.
Dedication: For Penumbren, who saddled me with this damn HunterMuse. If not for her this fic wouldn't exist. If she's very lucky, she may end up getting the foursome yet.

*Hunter's POV* Hunter smiled as he walked down the hall towards his room. Obviously Shawn and Adam were in for some fun tonight. He was extremely curious as to why Shawn wouldn't open the door until he'd left, but he knew that he'd be left to wonder. Shawn had been very tightlipped about his bedroom antics since he had hooked up with Adam although anyone that had spent a night in a room next to them had to have a few ideas as to what went on in their room at night. He also had his own experiences in the past with Shawn to bolster his thoughts. Shaking his head slightly to rid himself of those kinds of thoughts, Hunter sighed. Those days were over now. Shawn was completely devoted to Adam and he had Dave to consider. He smiled wondering if his lover had returned from whatever errands he had decided that he had needed to take care of earlier. Stopping in front of his hotel room door, Hunter considered the relationship he'd started with the bigger man. Hunter had let it be known when they were doing the Evolution angle that he'd had an interest in Dave, but Dave had been wary about getting involved with someone he was working so closely with. Once they knew that Evolution was going to be split up, things started heating up between the two of them. They had gone out to celebrate how the show had turned out the night that Dave's character had taunted Hunter's character about the bet and his match with Randy Orton. That was the night Dave had finally decided to give him a chance. They'd been together for almost two months now although they had actually started rooming together only two weeks ago. Not that they hadn't spent whole nights in one or the others room coming together over and over again, but that was when they had decided that getting two rooms was a waste if they were only going to use one all night anyway. Hunter couldn't have been happier with the way things were going between the two of them. They were friends from the start so there were no real awkward moments of silence between the two of them. The fact that Dave happened to share an eagerness for some of his kinkier tendencies didn't hurt matters at all. He could quite happily spend an eternity exploring some of those things with Dave. There were no doubts in his mind how he felt about the other man, but he wasn't sure how Dave felt about him. It was obvious that he enjoyed what they had, but Hunter wanted to know it was more than just great sex. He'd harbored feelings for Dave for quite some time and had wanted to tell him all about them. Something was holding him back though. Most likely the fact that Dave hadn't really clued him in to his feelings about himself. Drawing himself from those thoughts, Hunter swiped his keycard through the reader and pushed open the door. He walked in and tossed his bag off to the side for the moment as he peeked into the room to see if Dave had indeed returned. The sight that met his eyes caused him to draw in a deep breath and freeze right where he was standing. Dave lay sprawled out on the bed, completely naked, his strong hand wrapped tightly around his shaft moving in long languid strokes. Dim lights reflected off bronzed skin highlighting the flexing of his muscular arm as he touched himself. A loud moan broke across the room as he thrust his hips upward forcing his length deeper into his fisted hand. Hunter raised his head and noticed that Dave's own darkened eyes were locked on his face with a stark look of desire in the depths. "Fuck, Dave. You look beautiful that way." Hunter blushed slightly as Dave's husky chuckle echoed in the room. He couldn't seem to move towards the man in front of him, seemingly frozen in place as he watched the big man roll onto his side and smile. "Beautiful, Hunter? I don't know about that, but I'm happy to know you like the scenery." Dave's eyes were locked on him and Hunter shuddered lightly at having that knowing stare fixed on him. "Why don't you take your clothes off and join me? I'd really enjoy the company about now." Hunter felt his cock snap to attention at Dave's huskily spoken words. Like he had any intentions of turning down that invitation? He didn't think so. Reaching down he snagged the hem of his shirt and drew it swiftly over his head before tossing it to the side. Toeing off his shoes, he quickly reached down and pulled off his socks as well. The light brush of his fingers across his hardened flesh as he fought with the fastening of his jeans drew a deep shudder from him. All it seemed to take was a few words and a look from his lover to put him in this state. Quickly dealing with his zipper, he pushed his jeans and boxers over his hips with one swift movement. Loosing a relieved groan from the loss of the restricting material, he swiftly divested himself of both articles and moved towards the bed. Trying to maintain a modicum of control, he flopped on his side next to his lover and smiled. Damn he moved quickly for such a big guy. The thought barely crossed his mind as he felt Dave's body settle atop his own. Soft, warm lips covered his mouth, vibrating from the deep growl that rumbled through Dave's throat. His lips parted automatically as Dave's hands wrapped around his wrists and drew his arms above his head. His own growl was swallowed by his lover as Dave's tongue slipped into his mouth thrusting deeply, his body tensing as he was pinned down to the bed. He loved this feeling. Not helplessness, never that...but knowing that if he were to try to get free it would take more effort with this man than anyone else...knowing that there was a possibility that he might not be able to escape unscathed. Maybe that made him a freak, but so be it. It wasn't like he didn't have any other kinks that would make that point as well. The fact that his lover could be considered a freak as well just meant that they were a good match. Feeling Dave thrust his hips to bring their groins into further contact had him arching underneath the dark-haired man. When Dave ripped his mouth away from his own Hunter couldn't help the expletive that slipped from his mouth. "Fuck!" He wanted...no make that he needed more than these teasing touches that Dave was giving him. He growled slightly as he heard the rumbling laugh from above him. "Something that you wanted, Hunter?" The teasing light in Dave's eyes and the lop-sided grin he was wearing did not bode well for his current state of mind. Whenever Dave got that look it meant he was in for a lot more teasing before he'd finally get the relief his body was demanding. "I should think that would be fairly obvious, Dave," he growled slightly. "The fact that I'm hard as a rock couldn't have escaped your notice what with it prodding you in the hip like it is." He groaned as Dave simply grinned and thrust his hips against him again. "Yeah I did notice that, but you see there's something that I want as well. I think if you could see your way to letting me have it, then I'd enjoy the surprise I have for you even more." Hunter groaned quietly. He knew what this was about. It hadn't been the first time that Dave had brought it up recently and he didn't know why it seemed to be such an issue for the other man. "Now?" He growled again. "You want to talk about this now? Dave, look...I know you don't like it, but well...I'm kind of attached to it. I think it's nice." "Hunter, it's not that I don't love...," Nope, not going to say it, Dave thought to himself as he watched Hunter's eyes widen. "It's not that I don't love how you look, but come on. How would J.R. put it...? You look goofy as a pet 'coon. Let me. I'm sure my shopping trip earlier will make it worth your while..." "Dave..." Okay, now he was whining and "The Game" did not whine. Actually he did, but very few people knew that...though Dave was definitely one of them. His eyes suddenly lit up as he took in the words Dave had said. "If I let you does that mean... does it mean you will..." looking up into Dave's eyes he could already see the answer to his question there. Fuck if that didn't just make him all the harder and needier. "Yes. I knew it would take one of your favorite things, so yes. So... you gonna let me?" Dave wiggled his eyebrows at him and he couldn't help but laugh. "Yes. Fine. You get your way. Now can we get this over with please so we can get to the good stuff?" He moaned slightly as Dave jumped off him and quickly pulled him to his feet before tugging him towards the bathroom. Damn the stuff he was willing to do for this man. **** *Dave's POV* So maybe he was weird, but that had to be one of the most highly erotic things that he'd ever done Dave thought as he walked out of the bathroom pressed up against Hunter's back with his arms around his waist. In fact, he could only think of one moment that might top it right now...but that was for later thoughts. He knew the reason that this had meant so much to him was probably because of the fact that Hunter had given up part of himself, small as it may be, in order to make him happy. Hunter had postured about it of course... groaned, whined, and made it seem he had only given into it in order to get his surprise, but Dave knew that wasn't really the reason. That was why Dave had enjoyed it so much. He knew it was only for his benefit. Leaning in close to his lover, Dave brushed his cheek against Hunter's now clean-shaven one. He indulged playfully in nuzzling the smooth skin before licking his way up the side of Hunter's neck. His hips bucked slightly as the length of his erection pressed against Hunter's spine. "Damn, Dave. I think you're harder now than you were when we went in there. Did you enjoy it that much?" Dave couldn't help but grin at the quietly pouting note to his lover's voice. "Yeah. Yeah, I did Hunter. If you're good, you might find out just how much I did." He delighted in the quiet squeak that slipped from Hunter's lips as he nipped at the cords of his neck. "Get your sexy ass over there on the bed and let me grab a couple of things and then I'll show you." Punctuating his words with a sharp slap to the ass, he pushed Hunter gently in the direction of the bed. "Oh baby! Do it again!" Dave couldn't tamp down the need to laugh over Hunter's words. "Now, now Hunter...I can spank you if you want, but I think that'd just take away from what you really want me to do. Get the stuff out of the bag on the nightstand and set it up. I'll be right back." Walking back into the bathroom, Dave quickly spied the item he was looking for. Picking it up in his hand he tested the weight and balance of it, almost mesmerized by the stainless steel blade. Scenes from just moments ago flashed through his mind at lightning speed. Pressing the length of his body against the back of Hunter's, enjoying the contact of his warm smooth skin. Picking up the badger-hair brush. Using the bay rum scented foam to cover the column of Hunter's throat, his chin, his jawbone, and his upper lip. Holding the ebony handle of the straight razor in his hand as Hunter traced a finger along the etched snake design. Locking his gaze with Hunter's in the mirror as he brought the stainless steel blade to the base of his throat and seeing the implicit trust in the depths of those hazel eyes. The quiet rasp sounding loudly in the room as the blade brushed along his lover's skin removing the hair and leaving behind smooth bare skin. Shaking himself free of the memories, Dave smiled as he turned and headed back into the bedroom. Stopping at the table he snagged two additional items from the top before heading back to the bed where his lover lay sprawled atop the covers with a welcoming smile. They were about to play a game and Dave knew this one was all about control, both his and Hunter's. *Hunter's POV* Hunter can't help but smile as Dave approaches the bed. They are about to wage a battle of control and even though he knows that it will seem as if Dave has the upper hand, the ultimate control is in his own hands. His own reactions will make or break this game and he has no doubt of his own abilities to control his emotions. If he couldn't do so, he'd have blurted out his feelings for Dave before the first time they'd been together. Watching as Dave approaches the bed he notices the items that his lover brought with him. He can already feel the thrum of excitement rushing through his veins as he contemplates what is about to happen. The bed dips as Dave settles on the bed beside him and looks over the items on the nightstand before adding the things he had gone to retrieve. His eyes lock on Dave's large hands, which will in moments bring him both pain and pleasure. The sure movements as Dave opens the book of matches and strikes a flame reassure him. Watching as the flame is lowered to the wick of the large candle encased in glass, he feels his cock twitch slightly between his legs. Nimble fingers shake out the flame on the match and toss it into the ashtray. Neither of them were smokers but they usually acquired a smoking room just in case they decided to play. Finally the large man turns to him with a gentle smile and reaches for a silk scarf. As the scarf is twined around his wrists and through the headboards, Hunter relaxes against the sheets knowing that he will be well taken care of. That feeling lasts only momentarily as a second scarf is tied around his head covering his eyes. This was new. Dave had never blindfolded him for this particular game and though he trusted the other man, it seemed to affect the control he had over himself. His protesting whine was cut off by his lover's voice. "Quiet, Hunter. Don't be a baby." He can hear the amusement in Dave's tone and it doesn't make him any happier. "I'm not being a baby! You know how much I like to watch when you do this...so what's up with the blindfold?" There's that whining thing again. He really needed to control that a little better. "Just a variation on the game, Hunter. I'm going to make pictures or words and I want you to guess what they are, simply by feeling. I know you can do it. Let's just say I want to test your skills." Well now if that wasn't a challenge, he didn't know what was. If there was one thing he thrived on, it was challenges. "I'll show you skills," he grumbled quietly under his breath. The answering laugh set him a bit on edge, but his lover's words dispelled it. "I never had any doubt that you would. Are you ready?" Without missing a beat, he nodded in assent, his huge grin foreshadowing his words. "I'm always ready, Dave." His quiet hiss as that first drop of hot wax hit the center of his chest sounded loud in the otherwise quiet room. Clamping down on his reactions after that, he felt his heartbeat accelerate as he focused on the hot paraffin pooling on his skin trying to decipher the design. Dave had control as such...making sure the wax was the correct temperature, instead of letting it pool until it became scorching hot. Hunter's part was controlling the need to voice the pain as the wax burned against his flesh. His lover was very accomplished at his part, leaving the wax sit for just a moment before blowing over it to make it harden and cool. Hunter was determined to keep enough control to be able to recognize his lover's art. Ah. The first one was simple, in itself, but was there some deeper hidden meaning to it? Choosing not to dwell on that thought, he gave voice to the picture in his mind. "A heart, Dave? How romantic..." The problem was he was only half joking. In a way it was kind of special, but it all hinged on Dave's reaction to his words. "Romantic? Possibly...but only to those who would see it. It would be more so if what lay beneath it were shown to those who would appreciate it." What the...? It not for the quiet laugh following his words it almost seemed as if Dave were asking for a declaration of his feelings, but a small niggling insecurity held Hunter back. What if it weren't really a request, but rather just one of those odd musings that Dave seemed to spout upon occasion? He simply wasn't ready to toss it all out in the open yet. Feeling the bed dip beside his hip he tensed the muscles of his thigh just as the wax dribbled against his skin. Again something simple... each letter lodging in his subconscious until there was a pause with the last letter. "My name." "Very good. I knew you'd be good at this game." A light drizzle once again on his right thigh. A bit more complicated, but still easily recognizable to him. "The Game's symbol." "You could have just said it was yours." Hunter could feel Dave's breath blowing across his thigh and wafting over his swollen erection. He shivered slightly in reaction hoping that Dave would deign to touch him before long, though he knew it wasn't likely. Dave was kind of making up the rules as he went along tonight. "No. We both know that once we're alone together, I cease to be 'the Game' and simply become Hunter." "Do we? It seems as though sometimes you like to retain his iron control instead of letting yourself go." There was that note in Dave's voice again as if he were waiting for something specific, but Hunter's mind went blank as he felt the wax dripping again onto his flesh. This time in recognizable letter's against his abdomen. He'd managed to decipher the first line... Dave's... before he was immersed in pleasure as Dave wrapped his hand around his swollen cock. The wax continued to touch his skin, but the light stroking sensation against his sensitized flesh distracted him. "Did you get it?" The quiet chuckle drew him back from the edge as Dave's cooling breath crossed his stomach. "I... I got the first part. It was your name, but something seems to have distracted me from the rest of it." He could hear his own harsh breathing over the quiet hum of the heater. "What... what was it?" "Why don't I just let you look." Hunter blinked as the scarf was removed from his eyes giving them a moment to adjust to the light in the room. As soon as his vision cleared he looked down at his abdomen and tried to read the letters, which of course were upside-down to him. He tensed slightly as the second word became clear. His mouth dropped open and he raised his eyes to meet Dave's. He could see the humor clearly evident by his lover's smirk, but that single word had struck a chord deep inside him. "Do you... I mean is that really what you think?" "What?" The fact that Dave's mouth dropped open in shock after he'd roared that question did more than anything to convince Hunter that his lover hadn't meant for him to take it seriously. "Of course it isn't what I think, Hunter. It was a joke. Although now that I think about it, it'd be great for a new T-shirt. You'd be the only one that would get to wear it though." The quiet rumble of laughter allowed him to relax and clear his mind of his troubling thoughts. It was obvious he'd over-reacted. "Well you know... I really don't mind being your bitch. One of these days though, I'll convince you to be mine as well." He could tell the confident tone of his voice surprised Dave. After all, he'd never actually attempted to try to convince Dave to submit to him. He just hadn't had the feeling that it would be something that Dave wanted. Dave turned to the side to grab the straight razor from the nightstand and Hunter barely heard the mumbled words of his lover. "It wouldn't take much." He almost forgot to breathe as the images triggered by those words flashed through his mind. Images that he'd not allowed himself to consider before now. It was too bad that they'd made him hard to the point of pain as well because he knew that Dave wasn't nearly done with him yet. Something hard yet smooth traced along his jaw almost immediately recognizable as the handle of the straight razor. Tilting his head back against the pillow he shuddered at the burning desire evident in Dave's eyes. This was it... the ultimate test of control and trust. The control to hold his body completely still despite the excitement he was feeling. The trust that he placed in Dave to trace the honed blade over his skin without a nick to his flesh. For Dave it was the control to hold his hand steady and the trust that Hunter would hold perfectly still. One false move by either and Hunter's skin would be sliced through like butter. One twitch by either man could have Hunter's blood flowing like wine. Dave's left hand pulled the skin taunt at his left thigh, his right skimmed the blade slowly along the surface of his skin peeling off the layer of wax. As he finished cleaning that area Dave leaned in to trace his tongue over the slightly reddened skin. A quiet moan slipped from Hunter's throat as he fought to hold himself still. Before the sound was completed Dave had pulled back and moved to his left thigh using the same exacting movements to clear it as well. Another swipe of Dave's warm, moist tongue along his flesh... entirely too close to where he really wanted that touch to be. The shifting of the mattress as Dave straddled his thighs and braced himself on one elbow above him so he could remove the heart-shaped wax on his chest. Pressure from the length of Dave's hardened cock rubbing against his thigh, leaving a damp trail along his skin from the leaking tip. It never failed to amaze Hunter the response he could wring from Dave with just a look, a light touch, or even the quiet sounds that he himself made. He wanted to move, but the restraints on his wrists and the gentle brush of Dave's tongue against his chest reminded him that he could not yet allow himself the luxury. He held his breath as he felt the blade again brush his skin. He'd expected Dave to start at the top and work his way down as usual, but to his surprise Dave started with the H and worked his way backwards until the only thing left was his name. When he reached that point Dave looked up at him and fixed him with a heated stare. He'd expected Dave to continue with his task, but once again the other man surprised him. "I like this. My name here on you. Branding you. I know that for this moment at least you are completely mine... that you belong only to me." Without allowing Hunter a chance to respond, he'd again set to his task... peeling off the remaining letters before stroking his tongue over the now bared skin. Dave leaned up just long enough to toss the straight razor carelessly onto the nightstand and grab another item before slipping between Hunter's thighs. One practiced move had the small ring tightened around Hunter's cock, forcing him to gasp for air at the sudden pain the restraint inflicted. The heat of Dave's mouth wrapping around his cock elicited a strong buck of his hips and a loud whine. Dave didn't suck cock... or so he'd once told him. Obviously he'd changed his mind much to Hunter's pleasure...or so it would have been if not for the ring wrapped around him. Hunter arched his back as he felt the rush through his veins of an orgasm trying to break through. The fact that he couldn't actually come made it no less intense as he writhed beneath his lover tossing his head back and forth on the pillow and pulling against his restraints. "Fuck! Let me come!" He gasped out between panting breaths as he settled back against the sheets. Realizing that during the point he was fighting through his false release Dave had slipped two lubricated fingers into his entrance did nothing to calm his frustration. The gentle prod against his prostate and the heat of Dave's mouth wrapped around his over-sensitized flesh served only to increase the painful tightness in his groin. He whimpered as Dave released him from his mouth with a loud pop. "Now, now sweetheart, none of that demanding. I'm not going to let you come until you beg me... until you give up that control you love so much." Hunter's mind seized on the endearment and wondered over it only briefly before he allowed the rest of Dave's words to sink into his head. He'd never begged. Not once when it came to sex had he given up that much control and he wasn't sure he could now either, but he knew Dave would hold out until he gave in. The man was nothing if not determined once he set his mind to something. Dave's fingers slipped from him and he felt his legs wrenched up and pushed towards his chest as Dave lined up his cock with his entrance. His knees hooked over Dave's elbows as he leaned forward and traced Hunter's mouth with his tongue. There was a slow burn as he was penetrated tossing his mind back into that foggy haze of both pleasure and pain. Dave barely paused a moment before he began making slow deep thrusts into Hunter's body claiming his mouth in a brutal kiss as he did so. Teeth and tongues clashed as he prodded Hunter's prostate with each thrust. "Come on Hunter..." Dave panted as his hips snapped quickly sinking him deep inside of Hunter's snug tunnel. "Give me what I want and I'll give you what you really need." Hunter's eyes flew up to meet Dave's. Did Dave really know what he needed? And if he did... would he really give it to him? Hunter shook his head back and forth in denial even as he knew he'd have to give in. He needed to come, but he had to know if Dave really knew him as well as he thought he did. If he could really give him what he needed. If he would say the words that Hunter was longing for. *Dave's POV* Dave held his breath as he waited. Would Hunter give in? Giving a particularly sharp thrust, Dave reveled in the moan he drew from the man beneath him. He froze for a moment as Hunter stopped thrashing beneath him and peered at him with lust glazed eyes filled with longing. "I need... please Dave... I need to come." Even with his own burning need to explode, Dave couldn't help but smile. He'd actually given in. Now Dave would fulfill his promise as well. Wrapping his arm around Hunter's thigh while propping himself up on the other arm, he managed to snap off the cock-ring. "Let me know when you're close." At Hunter's short nod, he drove himself deep inside Hunter's depths again. Snapping his hips and driving himself into Hunter's prostate with each thrust he lightly stroked the length of Hunter's cock with his hand just waiting for the right moment to speak. The broken words and moans of pleasure from the man beneath him drove him to the brink himself and he hoped he could hold out. As he fought to control the overwhelming need to come, he finally heard the words he'd been waiting for. "Fuck! Dave...I'm gonna..." As the first words slipped from Hunter's lips, Dave pulled his hand away from Hunter's cock and raised it to his lover's face. Hunter's eyes went wide as Dave placed his hand over his mouth and nose cutting off his air supply. Dave could feel Hunter trying to gasp for air and he locked his gaze with Hunter's. If possible, Hunter's eyes went even wider as he finally heard the words that Dave knew he'd needed. "I love you, Hunter." Those four words were all it took to catapult Hunter headlong into his release. The slight fear of not being able to draw a breath intensified his reaction. Sweat from Dave's brow dripped onto Hunter's chest. Dave felt Hunter arching into his thrusts as the first warm splash hit his chest. The glow in Hunter's eyes was enough to trigger his own release and he came in long bursts deep inside his snug warm entrance. Pulling his hand away from Hunter's face, he realized that the man beneath him had passed out. He chuckled quietly wondering if it had been the force of his release, the lack of breath, or his declaration that was the cause of it. As he placed his hand on Hunter's chest he could feel the strong racing beat of his heart and finally allowed himself to collapse half on top of the man beneath him. After giving himself a moment to recover he gently withdrew from Hunter's body and rolled to the side. Climbing off the bed on slightly shaky legs he stumbled into the bathroom to grab a warm wet cloth. Walking back out and climbing onto the bed he gently wiped Hunter clean before tossing the cloth back in the direction of the bathroom. He settled down next to his still unconscious lover and gently stroked his sweaty hair back from his face as he leaned in to place a sweet chaste kiss against his soft lips. Dave wrapped one arm around Hunter's waist and threw one leg over Hunter's thigh, content to snuggle next to him while waiting for Hunter to come back to him. He was so intent on the silky feel of Hunter's skin as he stroked his fingers over Hunter's hip that he almost missed hearing Hunter's whispered question. "Did you... did you mean it?" Raising his head and pressing a gentle kiss to Hunter's lips, he replied simply with one word. "Yes." He felt more than heard the sigh of relief his answer brought. "I love you, too." It came out quietly almost as if Hunter weren't sure that he could get it out. Dave smiled and pressed a warm kiss against Hunter's shoulder before laying his head in the same spot. "I know." He felt Hunter stiffen against him and knew what was coming next. "How did you know?" "Simple, sweetheart," he said as he raised his head to look into Hunter's eyes. Lifting his hand to stroke gently along the smooth skin of his jaw, Dave smiled. "You always give me what I need... the bare necessities... and right now that would include some sleep." "That was pretty lame, Dave. Bastard." "Bitch." Dave settled back down against the pillows with a chuckle drawing Hunter closer to him. Hunter's quiet snort brought a smile to his face and he squeezed him a little tighter. "Just go to sleep."

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