"Hey!"
Booker T looked up from polishing his WCW championship belt, his eyes widening as the Undertaker stormed into his locker room. "What the hell you doing here?" he spat, setting his belt aside and rising to his feet. "You wanna piece of me, you get the fuck out and wait for our match!"
"That's what I'm here about." Taker crossed his arms, fixing the other man with a glare. "I want a shot at the title."
Booker crossed his arms, returning the glare. "Why should I put my title on the line?"
Taker's eyes narrowed. "'Cos you ain't a scared pussy, that's why."
Booker snorted. "You know what? Fine. You can have your title match! I ain't scared of you or anybody else!"
"I said," Taker repeated, taking a threatening step towards the other man. "I want a title shot."
"And I said you could have it," Booker replied, eyeing Taker suspiciously.
Taker growled, stomping over to the door and flipping the deadbolt, then menacingly approaching the WCW champion. "I want a title shot, and I'm going to fucking get it, if I have to beat it out of you!" he growled.
Booker stood up straight, his eyes flashing. "Something wrong with your ears, sucka? I said I'd give you a shot!"
Taker kept stalking toward him, backing him up until Booker's back hit the lockers. Taker approached him, pressing their chests together and grabbing Booker by his shirt. "I heard ya," he whispered, "but I know you got that pussy Shane attached to you like a fungus. I know he runs like the coward he is from any fight, so I made sure if he was listening, he'd be far away from here. I didn't want your little boyfriend around while I 'persuade' you to give me that title shot." In a fluid motion he moved forward, pressing his lips to the startled WCW champion's.
Booker began to melt into the delicious kiss, his eyes widening when he realized what he was doing, and with who. He shoved the bigger man away, as much as he could. Taker's arms remained wrapped around his waist, their bodies pressed together. "Something wrong?" Taker breathed, leaning forward to caress Booker's neck with his lips.
"Yes there's something fucking wrong!" Booker exclaimed, trying to squirm out of the bigger man's hold. "Let me the fuck go! You may think you're the big dog around here and can have anyone you want, but I ain't losing my place with Shane for a locker room fuck!"
Taker chuckled, his hands moving over Booker's bare middle, reaching his belt and undoing it. "The Boy Wonder never has to know," he whispered. "He's never known about his other lovers that I've fucked. I am the big dog around here, and I get what - and who - I want." A smirk came across his face. "You can go back to playing the boss' whore afterwards." He slid Booker's pants over his hips, his fingers kneading the other man's ass. "When's the last time you were well and truly fucked, baby?" he purred, pulling a bottle of baby oil from his pants and beginning to prepare his captive.
Booker gasped, still fighting weakly to escape. "It's been - a long time," he stuttered.
Taker chuckled and raised his eyebrows. "I can tell," he commented. Abruptly he pulled his hands away from Booker, quickly unzipping his leather pants and pushing them down to his knees. He slicked his cock with baby oil, then lifted Booker up. Booker instinctively wrapped his legs around the other man's waist, his back pressing hard against the cool lockers. He moaned as he was entered and Taker began to thrust his hips. He had to bight his tongue hard to keep moans and whimpers from spilling out of his throat.
It was fast and passionate, both men reaching their climaxes quickly. Taker took a deep breath as his climax withdrew, pulling out of Booker and setting him back on his feet. "You're a good fuck," he commented as he tucked himself back into his pants. "Too bad for Shane-O that he never tops." He walked towards the door, sliding open the deadbolt and stepping out halfway. He stopped and turned to look back at Booker. "About that title shot - " he said gruffly.
"You got your title shot," Booker replied, swallowing hard and trying to collect his thoughts. "You convinced me."
"Good." Taker smirked. "Next time, boy, remember who's yard you're
playing in!" With that, he turned and strode down the hall, leaving Booker
staring after him, wondering just what he'd gotten himself into by coming
to the WWF.
THE END