Sex and Candy
Rating: Pgish
Disclaimer: Don’t own, everything belongs to the following people, and the wwe/tna etc etc
Summary: 10 draddles, 10 songs
Warning: Het and Slash

I should really consider a fic journal but I just- I know now I'd never keep up with it.

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1. Bad Moon Rising- CCR- Chyna/Triple H

I see the bad moon arising. I see trouble on the way. I see earthquakes and lightnin. I see bad times today.

It started out a small, a flicker of a moment. She talked, and he smiled. She wondered if he ever smiled at her like he had to her.

She shook her head and moved on.

It got a little bigger when he insisted he buy her a gift, a gesture of thanks for trusting him as champion, he called it. She wondered briefly if she knew what it was like to come home to nothing on her 30th birthday.

She came home one day, he was sitting calmly on the bed looking directly at her, “We should talk…”

An hour later, she found herself driving on the road sobbing as if there was no tomorrow. Not realizing there was a red light ahead- too hysterical with grief she went through…

Wondering if he would even care and what their children would look like, she sat there covered in her own blood looking at the full moon until it finally left her vision.

2. Mann Gegen Mann- Rammstein- Bret/Shawn

Mann gegen Mann, Meine Haut gehört den Herren, Mann gegen Mann, Gleich und Gleich gesellt sich gern. Mann gegen Mann, Ich bin der Diener zweier Herren, Mann gegen Mann, Gleich und Gleich gesellt sich gern

There were two hundred and fifty reasons he could think of that they shouldn’t be doing this.

It was against everything he believed it, it was sin, it was cheating, and it was forbidden but perhaps the biggest reason- he hated the other man.

Each time there was a pull to continue though. Something that just tugged on his desires a little too much. Load enough whiskey and weed into him, and suddenly it the desire increased ten fold. It was the ultimate drug induced party.

Each time, he found himself down on his knees being pounded into harder each time. Harder and harder as it went on, the noise would get louder and louder, and rhythm would get stronger until there was loud cries and silence met. Both would get up and pretend it never happened.

They were two of same coins deep down, they both knew. And you know what they saw about flocks sticking together… even if it kills them a little more on the inside every time.

3. Cowboy- Kid Rock- Shawn Michaels & Triple H

With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch, Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' chilling the most, Then rock that bitch up and down the coast, Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars, Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars

There was something to said about the open road, the feeling ride from arena each time being treated like the next big thing. The bars, the drinks, and the little women in short skirts- the ultimate rock party with him leading the pack.

Dressed in a cowboy hat, and a pair of chaps he’d roll in ready to be the life of party but in reality his party would really be waiting for him in the bedroom.

He’d live it up, smile, make obscene remarks, and break a few hearts before tipping his hat and walking off with a grin on his face.

He’d make his way upstairs opening the door with a simple swipe and waiting on his bed was his master. Everyone thought he wore the pants, funny- he was horse, the real cowboy on the bed with a grin plastered on his face.

“All right Tex- pants off and get on all fours…”

4. Life is a Highway- Tom Cochcrane- Kevin Nash/AJ Styles

Through all these cities and all these towns, It's in my blood and it's all around, I love you now like I loved you then. This is the road and these are the hands, From Mozambique to those Memphis nights, The khyber Pass to Vancouver's lights

There was no stopping him. It was day to day. 24 hours a day, and seven days a week. One town to another when the occasion called for it, and his daily excerise.

He found himself some young thing, short, southern, polite, and could go for hours. Not that he would have an issue with that but it reminded him occasionally of what he longed for.

What he survived. He was a survivor of the hard unlike some whose lives were claimed in one fashion or another.

Looking down at the bed seeing the lights ahead however, he let out a smirk and jumped towards it. Nothing to worry about now, he’d just keep going until there was no looking back.

5. November Rain- Guns’n’Roses- Edge & Christian

Sometimes I need some time...on your own, Sometimes I need some time...all alone, Everybody needs some time...on their own, Don't you know you need some time...all alone

It was the maybe the hardest decision he would ever have to make. Looking down at the papers before him, he knew only one of them he could sign but which to sign.

Looking over to his sleeping other half, he felt himself shiver involuntarily at the decision now before knowing which way he was selfishly swinging.

Their relationship on paper was great and even in reality was still pretty but good, but there were issues. The hiding, the jealously that one was bigger than the other, and the underline issue of trust.

He was positive he could trust him anyone. He was all about being on top now, and he was afraid of being a casualty. It was better to be on his own. To be his own man, and to find his own way.

So that’s what he was going to do. Holding back a sob, he signed the papers- and hit send on the fax machine.

6. The Night Chicago Died- Paper- Lace- Punk & Maria

And the sound of the battle rang Through the streets of the old east side, ‘Til the last of the hoodlum gang, Had surrendered up or died

Choices. They were everywhere. In everything, and in this business it was fight or die. So that’s what he did. Step by step, he’d train waiting for his day. Waiting for that final fight of his own.

And then it came. He kissed her goodbye and told her not to wait up. Lacing up his boots one more time.

He walked to the ring determined this would be his night, Chicago as they called him would reign supreme. He stood there dusting off some crap from the last match as the announcers spoke.

Chicago grinned, it was his time and lunged forward. He got the other man down, and now it was time for his final move.

Climbing to the top of the cage, he grinned once and pointed towards his fans with a smile on his face, he couldn’t wait to tell her what a hero he was tonight.

And then he heard a quick breaking noise, and he fell through the cage.

Forty-eight hours later, she was sobbing covering her face in tears as he was lowered into ground wondering was it really as glorious as he had hoped?

7. Sweet Home Alabama- Lynyrd Skynyrd- Ted & Cody

Sweet home Alabama, Where the skies are so blue, Sweet Home Alabama. Lord, I'm coming home to you

There was something to be said for some southern comfort on the front lawn of your parents house on a warm summer day.

Dressed some clichéd cowboy outfit on your day off waiting for your man to come back to the house with some more stash.

You grin when you see his- your truck pull in to the broken gavel driveway you’re father has because he’s too stubborn to want to fix.

He gets out with a smirk on his face walking towards you motioning to the outfit. You find yourself laughing as he wraps his arm around you. It’s good to be home.

8. Grease Lightning- Danny Zuko and cast- John Cena & Randy Orton

Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile (Grease lightning go grease lightning). Go grease lightning you're coasting through the heat lap trial, You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning

There was something to be said about his 1948 Ford Deluxe. It was sleek to say the least. Out of his mass collection of cars, this had to been his favorite to look at.

Nice engine, great color, and a fantastic sound system. The only way it would have gotten better was if it had been Grease Lightning itself. He was envious but he figured, while it was okay to be so- he did the perk of driving it whenever he wanted since he was married to the owner.

Smiling as the other man made a left turn, he bent down, and started unzipping him.

“What are you doing? I’m tryin’ to drive…”

He smirked and wordlessly continued, this car was something to have at least blow job over and what a better way to do it on the open road.

“Pull over if you can’t take it… but under no circumstances are we leaving the car.”

9. Simply Irresistible- Robert Palmer- Lance Storm & Chris Jericho

Its simply unavoidable, The trend is irreversible

There was something to said about two guys with different careers that never met over an extended period of time connecting time and time again.

One could say it was old friends reconnecting but they both knew better. It was that pull, that need, that one.

His friend was so talented, he could sing, he could dance, and he could talk in a way that captivated audiences. He was envious to say the least but it was moments like this he was glad for their differences.

Watching him making an ass out of himself on the dance floor was not something he wanted to take part in or add to. But there was something to be said for being to able to stare at his hips swaying back and forth to the beat while the rest of the world just floated away.

Hours later, they would be his hotel room, making out, and having sex but for now, he was just glad he got watch the irresistible pull of that man.

10. It’s a long way to the top- AC/DC- Evan Bourne & Jeff Hardy

Hotel, motel, Make you wanna cry, Lady do the hard sell, Know the reason why. Gettin' old, Gettin' grey, Gettin' ripped off, Under-paid, Gettin' sold. Second hand, That's how it goes Playin' in a band

One more day, One more day, and he’d prove himself. One more day and they would give him the belt. One more day, and they’d give him a run in the main event for the risks he pulls out.

That’s what they both told themselves and each other. It was just one more struggle. Just one more day, and one more fight.

It was a long to the top, and they had both scratched their ways to it. However, the final show, that one involving a giant stage being headlined with their names- had not happened yet.

Both were waiting for what seemed like forever, one more than the other, and he certainly wasn’t the younger man, but it killed them both either way.

He could feel it everyday. The smiles, the way the guys followed him, and the way the top dogs worshipped him.

But for whatever reason, he’d leave, return to his hotel room, and by next morning someone else would be there getting his spot. His shot, his chance, and his dream all gone to another.

The booze weren’t enough to fix his pain. The pain they asked for each time seemed less realistic for him to pull off, his eagerness to fight for them diminished each time a little more. He was a broken man, and his partner feeling it the same way. His shot just never came, no matter how hard they worked.

His partner gave the same blood he did at that age and like him was never getting his chance at the big leagues. It hurt but what could they do besides grow a few inches, and sell out friends for their dreams? It wasn’t worth it was it.

They would sit here every nice making out until it finally made sense… why they did this… and why they kept hoping…

Finis.

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Part 8, I wanted another het couple so if there’s anyone you want to see let me know here.