Title: Think About It (1/1)
Author: Mynx <y2jlover@bellsouth.net>
Disclaimer: No one belongs to me, not even myself
Distribution: My site; anyone else ask first
Rating: PG-13
Content: um...hints of domination kinda
Summary: Lance attempts to calm Christian down in his own manner.
Spoilers: none
Notes: I blame Orchid for this slice of insanity. Thanks to Jai for beta-ing.

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"I've fucking had it!" Jaw clenched and eyes gone wild, Christian angrily kicked one of Stone Cold's stray beer bottles, the glass shattering against the wall as he continued on his way to the parking lot with his occasional tag partner. "I hate being laughed at! I hate people! I quit!"

Lance Storm, one of the few people who could stand him, simply rolled his eyes. "You don't mean that, buddy. Soon you'll calm down and-"

"NO!" Incensed that someone would not take his word as truth, Christian threw his things down and stomped his feet, pulling angrily at his golden mane. "Don't you realize what's going on!? I'm a former Intercontinental, European and 7 time Tag Team Champion! And I'm a joke! A fucking joke! Well I'm tired of being a joke, Lance!"

Lance sighed, hand rubbing his brow as though he were massaging a headache. "Well, maybe if you didn't throw so many fits in the ring-"

"Oh, so you think it's MY fault?!" Christian began pacing like a caged animal, one hand roughly sifting through his hair, the other balled into an angry fist. The more he spoke, it seemed, the less he made sense. "You think it's my fault that people don't respect me and all of my accomplishments!? That they worship my asshole of a brother instead?! Huh!? How could you say that, I thought you were my friend! What the fuck kind of friend are you?!"

"You know," Lance replied solemnly, "You're really trying my patience here."

Christian stepped back in an exaggerated fashion, feigning fright. "Ohhh, I'm scaring the janitor from WWF New York! My mistake!"

"I mean it," Lance said, his voice dashed with a hint of anger.

"Whoops, sorry!" Christian lifted his bag and threw it over his shoulder, then pretended to be frightened of Lance again. "I mean, everyone has to listen to Mr. 'If I can be serious for a moment', right? Well what about my damn feelings, huh?!"

Lance snarled under his breath, something he rarely did. "One more word out of you and so help me, I'll-"

"You'll what?" Christian met with him nose to nose, smirking in challenge. "You'll give me a lecture on how I should respect other people, when they don't respect me? On how I have to be good and moral and upright or something like the fucking RTC or Sam the Eagle?"

Lance furrowed his brow. "What?"

Christian snorted and pushed off the other man. "You know, Sam the Eagle - the muppet! God, weren't you ever a kid?"

Frowning, Lance replied, "Yes, and apparently you haven't left that stage."

Upon hearing those words, Christian's eyes widened with rage. "Oh that is it." He swung a fist forward, only to have his arm caught and twisted behind his back, his body pinned against the wall. "FUCK!"

"It's time you calmed down, Christian." As the younger man struggled beneath him, Lance looked around for a more discreet location, finding nothing more than a broom closet. He figured beggars couldn't be choosers, and dragged the protesting Christian along. "Because one day you're going to royally screw yourself over with those temper tantrums."

Despite trying to punch and kick his way free, Christian was pulled into the small, dank room against his will, infuriated as Lance placed a chair against the door and sat on it to prevent escape. "You let me go, you don't know what the fuck you're-what the?!"

Christian suddenly found himself yanked over Lance's lap, and he shouted in pain and confusion as Lance applied several sharp blows to his ass. "What the fuck?!" Squirming did Christian no good, as Lance held a strong grip on him, and the smacks to his ass were no day in the park, either. "Why are you doing this?!" He howled when he was met with another hand.

Eyes blazing, Lance growled, "If you're going to act like a child, I'll have to treat you like one!" With that, he continued spanking Christian, paying no attention to his cries for help or incessant struggling. In fact, it only made him angrier and his hand more powerful, and he did his best to censor Christian's voice in his head.

At last, whether it was because he was willing to listen or he was getting tired, Christian began to settle down, shallow pants escaping through his lips as his head hung limply over Lance's lap. "Ow."

Lance couldn't help but sigh at the defeated lump over his legs. "You ready to talk?"

"As long as you don't hit me anymore." There was a tone in Christian's voice that indicated regret and sadness, though Lance couldn't make sure of it.

Sighing again, Lance helped Christian sit on his lap, feeling more fatherly towards the other man by the minute. He frowned at the beautifully tragic expression on Christian's face. Lips pouting, eyes downcast, blonde hair lovingly caressing his broad shoulders - he somewhat resembled a porcelain angel. Casting those thoughts aside for the moment, Lance soothingly rubbed his back. "Look, I care about you, I do, but sometimes you can push people too far with the things you do." Receiving no answer but his sullen expression, Lance continued. "You cheat to win, you don't play fair, you insult the audience, you hit innocent people - of course no one is going to like you. You have to start realizing that the world doesn't revolve around everything you do or say, and that people aren't just going to take your insults lying down."

A heavy silence passed between the two, and Lance opened his mouth to speak again until Christian interrupted. "Did you have to hit me so hard?"

Lanced offered a wan smile. "Would you have listened to me otherwise?"

Rubbing his sore ass with great caution, Christian nodded, his voice softer than it had been for quite some time. "You have a point." Then, raising his eyes, he said, "I'm sorry, man. I've been such a dick."

"As long as you correct the problem," Lance said with a nod. "And hey, it happens to all of us." Making a slight face, he added, "Though I can't remember the last time anyone threw fits like yours."

Christian shrugged his shoulders a bit, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth. "At least I'm good at those."

"You're good at a lot of things, Christian." Lance then helped him to his feet and moved the chair out of the way. "But if there's one good thing that this world seriously lacks, it's a good sport." With that, he patted Christian's shoulder and opened the closet door, allowing him to leave first. "Think about it."

With that, Christian and Lance exited the room together, travel bags in hand, silent for the rest of the way. Lance happened to glance over at Christian and noticed that his face was flushed with a faint pink, and his eyes appeared deep in thought. Then, as soon as Lance had approached his rental, a hand carefully settled on his shoulder. He turned around, and was suddenly caught in the onslaught of Christian's mesmerizing blue eyes. "Yes?"

"Umm." Christian fidgeted nervously before planting a quick kiss on Lance's mouth. "Thanks, man.for telling me like it is."

Lance blinked with bewildered shyness, but then couldn't help smiling, even though it was also something he rarely did. "It's okay. Take care of yourself." He was about to climb inside his car when.

"Uhh, Lance?"

Lance looked in the same direction, once again caught by the same hypnotic gaze. "Yes?"

"Umm." For lack of something to do, Christian straightened the strap on his shoulder bag, then took a deep, relaxing breath. "You wanna go down to a bar? You know, for a drink or something?"

Lance thought on it. He usually didn't visit bars or strip clubs like the other men he worked with - he wasn't fond of either. Yet there was something so utterly captivating by the sincerity in Christian's voice and the truthful shine in his gaze that made it hard for him to say no. "Sure, where to?"

"I'll lead the way." Smiling a little, Christian walked past Lance and to his own rental, and popped open the trunk. "And I just might pay our tab, as long as you don't spank me again!"

A chuckle rumbled through Lance's throat; it was rather silly, now that he thought about it, but it certainly got the job done. "Not unless you act up again."

Then Christian did something that Lance hadn't expected. He licked his lips in a rather noticeable way, his stare bordering on smoky, and said, "And if I do?"

Lance took several even breaths, not allowing his exterior to falter in any way. But he allowed himself a sliver of a smirk, indicating to Christian that he got more than just his point across with that talk. "We'll see, man. We'll see."