Shane barely looked up from the fax he was reading. "I don't think so, Hunter."

Hunter fought off the urge to punch his fist through the wall. "Come on, what else do you have to do better than that?"

Shane put down the paper and looked at him. "Plenty."

Hunter rolled his eyes. "Don't try your slick ass attitude with me, Shane. I know you better."

Shane blinked and stared at him for a moment. "Oh, you do? Is that so?"

Hunter nodded, stepping further inside the office after shutting the door with the back of his foot. "I've known you for a long time, Shane. You seem to forget that."

Shane leaned back in his chair, placing the fingertips on both hands together in a triangle shape as he narrowed his eyes at Helmsely who was making himself comfortable on the leather couch across the room. "You don't know anything about me, Hunter."

Hunter didn't break his game face, which was easier said than done in the situation. Something about Shane McMahon just screamed intimidation. "Well, then I'd like to get to know you. That's why I'm asking you out."

Shane seemed to consider it for a moment before leaning up in his chair and putting his elbows on his desk. "Just dinner, just tonight?"

Hunter nodded, though secretly he had much more on his mind. Shane smiled, that shit eating grin of his spreading across his face. "No."

Hunter felt his temper flare, but he kept in in check, sinking down further on the couch. "Give me one good reason."

The Boy Wonder pushed back from his desk and stood up from the chair, non-chalantly undoing the button on his suitcoat as he rounded the dark cherry furniture. "One good reason? How about ten? First, you're an employee."

"That's never stopped you before," Hunter answered, watching him closely. "I hear you've got quite the record around the office.

Shane stopped short, but quickly regained his composure, continuing his slow steps toward the blonde on the couch. "That's beyond the point. You're a bigger name. It's bad business."

"What's another reason?" Hunter asked, giving him that one. It was a little different to be dating a jobber than it was Triple H.

Shane looked him up and down. "I really don't like you all that much."

Normally, Hunter would have been stung by the words, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins kept him from feeling it. "That could change, if you gave me the chance."

Shane stopped right in front of the couch, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, as he looked down at Hunter, who stared back at him intently. They were silent for a moment, just sizing each other up before Shane abruptly smiled--

--and crawled into Hunter's lap.

The blonde wasn't really sure what to think. He sat rigidly still as Shane hooked his legs around his waist and put his arms around his neck. It was a damned sexy sight to see a man like Shane McMahon sitting in someone's lap, dressed in a wrinkle-free Armani suit, complete with tie, fastened securely at his creamy white throat.

Hunter raised an eyebrow. "I take this as a yes?"

Shane laughed, a sound that frightened Hunter for some reason, and nodded. "It's a yes." His eyes shut half-way as he looked him over. "But are you sure you just want dinner, or was that just a pre-cursor to something else?"

Hunter shrugged, trying to fight the blush rising in his cheeks. Hunter Hearst Helmsley could blush? "Depends on how you like me after dinner..."

"Oh, I like you right now," Shane replied, his fingers inching into Hunter's hair.

"But you just said--" Hunter stammered.

Shane put a finger to his lips to silence him. "I say a lot of things, but I've found that actions are what really get the point across." With that same devilish grin, he reached a hand down between them and boldly stroked Hunter through his jeans, illiciting a moan from the older man. Shane grinned, running his fingers over the material as Hunter's hardening cock strained against it. "See what I mean?"

Hunter nodded weakly, fighting the urge to tilt his head back and wail like a banshee. "I definitely get the point."

Shane leaned forward, his hand still on Hunter's groin, and moved so that his lips just barely brushed Hunter's as he spoke. "If you're lucky, you'll get it again after dinner..."

And with that, he jumped out of Hunter's lap. "See you at seven. Don't be late," he threw over his shoulder as he calmly breezed out of the room, with something Hunter distinctly knew was a chuckle.

Hunter looked down at his pants and had to close his eyes to get rid of the throbbing coming from his cock.

That motherfucker, he thought, leaning his head back against the couch with a groan of frustration.

Ooo, you're givin' me the fever tonight
I don't wanna give in
I'd be playin' with fire
You forget, I've seen you work before
Take `em straight to the top
Leave `em cryin' for more
I've seen you burn `em before

Hunter knew better than to try and tangle with Shane McMahon. Hell, everyone knew better. They all knew. They'd all watched him systematicallly go through guys, breaking them down into sniveling, whining little bitches. Hunter would be damned if he let Shane think for one second he'd be doing the same to him.

But then again, what the hell was that in the office? Hunter thought to himself as he climbed out the shower to get ready to go to dinner. Hadn't he just given Shane the red flag that he was basically at the young heir's mercy? He shook his head, slowly towel drying his hair. It didn't matter. He could change all of that. All it would take was a little effort on his part, and he'd have Shane right where he wanted him--

--which was bouncing his pretty little ass up and down on his cock.

Hunter shuddered with the thought of it. Along with the reputation of being one of the coldest bastards around, Shane was also known as the tightest piece of ass you could find. And Hunter fully intended to find out if it was true. He had big plans for Shane that evening. And if he was lucky, they'd have plans together every night, but the relationship part would just be a fringe benefit.

He was going to fuck the hell out of Shane McMahon no matter what it took.

Movin' in for the kill tonight
You got every advantage when they put out the lights
It's not so pretty when it fades away
Cause it's just an illusion in this passion play
I've seen you burn `em before

Hunter watched Shane over his menu as he calmly smoked a cigarette, leaning back in his chair slightly. He'd never seen anyone smoke a cigarette the way Shane did. He placed his lips delicately around the filter, and let his eyes drift half way shut as he took a drag. He'd hold the smoke in a for a few seconds before it would begin to snake its way out of his mouth. After a moment's hesitation, he'd blow the rest out and immediately take another drag. It was the most erotic thing Hunter had ever seen, and he felt his cock aching inside his slacks as he imagined it in the place of the menthols Shane was rapidly going through.

"You going to order or what?" Shane said suddenly, lifting his eyes to the waitress who was standing patiently beside Hunter waiting to take his order.

Hunter fumbled over his words and ordered the special for the night, honey glazed ham and a slew of vegetables, then gave the menu back and took a sip of the water in front of him. Shane chuckled and placed his order, a simple pasta salad in white wine sauce, then mashed out the cigarette before immediately lighting another. "You seem nervous over there, Hunt."

Hunter felt a shudder go through him at the sound of his name rolling so easily off of Shane's tongue. Something else is going to be rolling off that tongue of yours before I'm done with you, he thought, shaking his head at the statement. "No, I'm not nervous. Are you?"

"What would I have to be nervous about?" Shane replied, taking a drag. "You're the one here trying to find some way to get into my pants. I'm almost sedate."

Hunter blinked a few times, thrown completely off guard by his statement. He took a deep breath. "Oh, well, I suppose if you put it that way."

Shane grinned smugly, and Hunter had the urge to slap him, then leaned forward across the table, smoking billowing up between them. "Then let's cut this shit and get to the fucking, hmmm?" He stood up and waited patiently.

Hunter blinked again. "But what about the ham?"

Shane rolled his eyes, then gave him the sly grin again. "You want a piece of ham, or do you want a piece of ass?" With that, he turned on his heel and walked across the restuarant, leaving the scent of smoke and his cologne behind him, and pausing only slightly to look over his shoulder before pushing open the door.

Hunter sat in shock as the waitress appeared beside him with the food they had ordered. He stared in the direction Shane had gone for a moment before looking up at her. "Pack up the ham. Something has come up."

Fire and ice
You come on like a flame
Then you turn a cold shoulder
Fire and ice
I wanna give you my love
But you'll just take a little piece of my heart

By the time Hunter caught up at Shane, he was back at the hotel and up in his room, having left a message at the front desk for Hunter to come on up. Finishing off the ham he had to eat on the run, Hunter made a run by the bathroom to swish some mouthwash and check his appearance. His heart was pounding in his throat, his pulse racing slightly. It had been easier than he'd thought. Shane probably had something up his sleeve, but Hunter wasn't about to let it trip him up.

He hopped in the elevator and rode it to the six floor, humming quietly to himself as he trotted down the hallway to room 632 and calmly knocked on the door. It was a moment before he heard movement inside, and the door opened slowly to reveal--

--Shane in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, and looking like he'd been asleep.

"Oh, Hunter," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "I forgot all about you."

Hunter stared at him, his heart having hit the floor and bounced back up.

Shane, for his part, looked totally non-plussed as he stood there, leaning against the door. "Do you mind? I'm sort of tired. I'm sure you'll take a rain check. Good night."

And he promptly shut the door.

So you think you got it all figured out
You're an expert in the field, without a doubt
But I know your methods inside and out

--only to be stopped by Hunter's foot as he jammed it roughly between the door and the wall. Shane blinked and looked up at him.

Hunter grinned evilly, mustering all he had. "I don't think so, Shane."

He drove his hands into Shane's chest, pushing him roughly back in the room. He watched him stumble before shutting the door and locking it behind him. Shane looked up, his dark eyes flashing. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Hunter looked at him and chuckled. "I'm fucking you."

"Oh, no you're not," Shane replied defiantly, taking a few steps back.

Hunter easily caught him by the wrist and flung him onto the bed. "Oh, yes, I am."

Shane looked up at him from his sprawled out state on the bed. "I swear to God, Hunter, you come one step closer to this bed and you can find yourself another job."

Hunter shrugged, pulling Shane's boxers shorts off in one tug and throwing them across the room. Shane yelped and drew the covers up over him, only to have them ripped away as well. "Why Shane, are we modest?"

"I'm going to get you, you fucking bastard!" Shane screamed. "I'm calling security."

"Go ahead, Shane," Hunter replied, unzipping his jeans. "This won't take long."

He crawled up onto the bed, grabbing Shane by the hips and pulling him against him. He mashed their lips together in a rough, awkward kiss. Shane pulled back after a moment, staring up at him through lust-fogged eyes.

"Don't do this, Hunter, please..." he begged.

"Don't beg, Shane," Hunter replied, running a hand up his back. "It doesn't become you."

Shane sighed and as they kissed again, Hunter felt him surrendering just a bit. He took the moment and flipped Shane over to his stomach, then drew him up to his knees. He felt him trembling beneath his hands, and almost started to feel sorry for him before Shane began to struggle again, and Hunter chuckled, moving behind him.

"Bite your lip, Shane," he whispered before positioning himself and shoving in roughly, no lubrication to aid him, or preparation to help Shane, who screamed at the top of his lungs, bursting into sudden tears. Hunter didn't care, because when Shane actually began to push back against him, everything changed.

"Fuck me, Hunter," he growled, tears spilling over his cheeks. "You've started this, so goddammit, fuck me."

Hunter grinned down at him, then stopped suddenly. "I think I'll take a raincheck."

With that, he pulled out, zipped up his pants, and calmly strolled out the door, as Shane sat on the bed, crying and pounding his fists into the mattress. Hunter hopped in the elevator and took it to the bottom floor, grinning and whistling as he walked out, nodding his head to the concierge as he went.

You come on like a flame
Then you turn a cold shoulder
Fire and Ice