Doing it for the Kill
Rated: MA
Disc: Not my men
Main characters: Bret Hart, HHH
Mentions of: The Hart Dynasty, Raven, HBK, Steve Austin, The Rock and Undertaker
Summary: Hunter lives up to his name as he goes hunting for some familiar prey.
Pairing: Bret Hart/HHH, mentions of HBK/Raven
Warnings: HEAVY M/M CONTENT. Graphic M/M SEX. DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU DO NOT LIKE M/M, male on male sex.
A/N: This fic is for Wrestlefan4, XxShawnsGuardianAngelxX, and Seraphalexiel for being so damn inspiring with this pairing! :3 It is one of my OTPs XD

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He didn't look so bad, really. Hunter watched the man everyone was clambering to see from a far perched up on a crate. He sipped slowly out of the water bottle, capping it off. His hair was different- wavy brown, slightly grey. It was fitting in a way. He never got to have the sort of match Shawn had with Bret all those years ago. Back then he wouldn't have wanted to. Bret was a pill, he was a pill at the hall of fame ceremony and he was probably a pill right now too. But he looked good for an old pill, that was for sure.

Bret felt eyes on him, making the hairs on the back of his neck slowly stand. He rubbed at the back of his neck, looking out of the corner of his eye to see who was staring at him. His face scrunched up- Helmsley of all people was watching him from a safe perch up on some crates. He finished up making his coffee, before slowly turning around. He walked up to the crates staring up at Hunter, taking a sip out of his cup. They traded looks, and finally after moments of awkward silence, Bret spoke. "Can I help you with something?"

Same husky timbre, some things never change no matter how old and grey you get. Hunter smirked down at him. "No. Welcome back."

"Thanks, I guess." Bret sipped out of his coffee. "Any particular reason why you're up there?"

"I wanted to say something to you, but I figured it was best said with some distance between us."

"I suppose that's wise. Don't you trust me?" Bret held his arms out. "Look at me; I'm an old man now. There's not much I can do as compared to who I once was."

Hunter looked down his nose at Bret, adjusting himself on the crate to sit better. "Not one bit. You've changed Hart; your mind got stronger while your body grew weaker. I'm not so sure if that's a good thing for me or not. So, I'm better off up here- where I can see everyone."

Bret took another drink out of his "And remain superior over everyone you look down upon?"

"Something like that."

"Some things never change I see."

"Funny, I was just thinking that earlier." Hunter smirked. "Go on Hart, get out of here. All old men should be in bed by now."

"Har har." Bret knew it was late, and damn it he was exhausted. Not wanting to prove Hunter right, he shrugged a shoulder. "I was thinking about going out to get a drink, actually."

"Don't stay out too late, old man."

"Don't worry so much about me Hunter; you'll give me the wrong idea about us." Bret drawled and started walking down the hallway for the exit. "See you around."

"Bye." He smirked waving to Bret as he soon went out of view.

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"You know, he's go like… no friends." Tyson took a sip out of his drink. The four of them were seated in a dark location in the only local haunt open at this time of night. He swirled the amber liquid around in his glass, drinking the rest of the fluid down. "He thinks he's so much better than everyone else, though the only one who ever hangs around him is Michaels."

"And Michaels is getting married soon, so big nose'll be more lonely than ever." Nattie shrugged a shoulder.

"Married?" Bret raised an eyebrow. "To who?"

"Scott Levy, Raven. It's love. Odd love, but what would you expect from those two?" David chuckled. "You didn't know, Uncle Bret?"

"No, no one told me."

"I'm surprised he didn't flash the rock in your face. He's been doing that to everyone since he popped the question." Tyson tied the straw wrapper around his finger lifting it up into the air. "Have ya'll seen my ring lately? I have to put such effort into raising it to show ya'll because it's just so gosh darn heavy. Did ya'll know it's only-"

"Three hundred and twenty-two days till the weddin'." Nattie and David piped up and the three of them burst out laughing.

"…He actually does that?" Bret asked looking to the three of them.

"Oh yes. Repeatedly." David whipped a tear from his eye. "Enough to prompt Tyson to imitate him."

"Excuse me, the man over in the corner sent a drink over to you." The waitress came over setting a large drink down in front of Bret.

Bret leaned over in his chair to see who it. He spotted Hunter in booth. "Him?"

The waitress nodded. "Yes sir. Did you want to send one back?"

"No." Bret said flatly and took the drink.

David blinked a little. "Uncle Bret, why would he-"

"I thought you two hated each other." Nattie interrupted.

"Hey! Way to interrupt Nattie-batty-boom-balatty." David muttered smacking her in the arm.

"Knock it off you two!" Bret shook his head. "You should know better than to act like that in public. And for your information, we do hate each other. The Game's just doing what he does best- play with people's heads." He took a sip out of the beer. "But at least he's got good taste in beer- that's rare for Americans."

Nattie slammed her hand down on the table. "Oh, oh oh. I got one. What does piss and American beer have in common?"

"They both have the same taste going in and going out!" Tyson laughed as the table joined him laughter.

Bret sipped out of his glass, looking to Hunter again. "Excuse me guys, I better go say thank you for the drink." He got up from the table, taking his time as he walked to Hunter's table to give off the illusion that the task at hand wasn't that important.

Hunter watched as Bret approached him. "Having fun over there?"

"Always." He took a look into the booth surprised to find it empty. "You alone tonight? Where's Michaels?"

"He's out with someone else." Hunter said plainly, but the twinge of resentment was there in his voice. "So what if he's not, I can't have a drink by myself?"

"Hey whoa, I wasn't saying anything against that. Lord only knows how many times I've done that."

Hunter took a drink from his brandy. "You over here for any particular reason?" He didn't bother to meet Bret's eyes, preferring to stare at the other side of the booth where Shawn normally would be sitting on any other given night.

"You're the one who bought me the drink. I came over to say thank you because while I'm many things, I'm polite. I'm sure you anticipated this."

"I did. You're welcome." Hunter murmured keeping his eyes on the empty seat in front of him. He sat the glass down, idly rubbing his thumb against the glass.

Bret frowned; Hunter seemed almost lonely sitting over here like this, starring almost longingly at the empty side of the booth. "…You're playing me, aren't you? You baited me to come on over here to mess with me. Well, I hope you know you're not playing a fool."

Hunter let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm not playing you. I just thought you could use a drink. Is it a crime to send someone a drink?"

"Well no-"

"Great, nice talking to you Hart. Go back to your family."

"Alright. Have a… good night." Bret slowly turned heading back to his table. For the rest of the night while his family yammered on, his eyes kept drifting to over to the younger man sitting by his lonesome across the bar. He brings it on himself. He pushes everyone away with his stupid attitude and now that Michaels isn't around, he realizes it. It's not my fault he does what he does. It's not my fault he's lonely. Look at him over there, drinking his cognac or brandy- whatever fancy-pants drink he spent way too much money on.

"Uncle Bret? Uncle Bret!" David clapped his hands by his uncle's ear to get his attention.

"Huh? Huh what?" He blinked shaking his head. "Time to go?"

Nattie nodded. "It's nearly 2 in the morning, I'd say so."

"I think I'll finish this up and get to bed. I had no idea it was this late. I'll take care of the tab; you guys go on a head." Bret waved to the three of them, pulling out his wallet to take care of the bill. He flagged down the waitress. "Excuse me miss, I need the bill."

"Oh, don't worry about it. The same man from before took care of it." She smiled at him and walked away.

Bret looked over to Hunter again. The blonde man had his head resting on his arm, his other hand wrapped firmly around an empty brandy glass. "I've never seen him like this before." He mumbled heading over to Hunter. "Hey- hey, come on. You've had enough." He muttered shaking his arm.

"Shawwwwn." Hunter choked out looking again to the empty booth. "I miss you buddy…. Why do you…. You… have to leave me…"

"Come on, knock it off." Bret frowned carefully pulling the bigger man from the table. He wrapped Hunter's bigger arm over his shoulders, hauling him up by the waist. He nearly tumbled to the side, not having the strength he used to have. Once they were steady, Bret started moving them down the hall. Of course Hunter was dead weight, leaning heavily on his broken body. "Give me your room key, you big lummox! I want to get back to my own damn room."

Hunter lulled his head to the side, resting his head against Bret's soft hair. "Mmph, you smell good."

"Ugh, don't smell me thats weird!" He protested pulling Hunter down the hall way until they were at the set of rooms blocked off for the wrestlers. "Room key Hunter, come on! You're dead weight and you're on my bad side." After some fumbling, the plastic card was pressed into his hand, and Bret continued dragging the blonde to his room. He slid the key in, unlocking the door.

"Stay with me." Hunter mumbled kissing the side of Bret's head.

The older man began to panic as he felt Hunter's arms closing around his waist. "Hunter, don't!" He struggled up against him and the hands that started to roam his body. "Stop!"

"No." The firm, clear, non-slurred word rung out in Bret's mind; he was played by the game. Hunter's lips found their way to his neck, kissing and sucking mercilessly at the skin as he pressed the older man into the wall.

"You son of a bitch!" Bret moaned trying in vain to pull Hunter's face from his neck. "You tricked me! You were pretending to be drunk and miserable this whole time to get me back in here to-" He stopped unable to continue as Hunter dragged his teeth along his ear lobe. It was his spot; very few people knew that.

"I'll have to thank Shawn for that bit of info." He purred into Bret's ear. "Yeah, I did do all of that. But if it makes you feel better I am a little drunk." He ran his tongue over the rim of Bret's ear.

"Why?" Bret mewed out. He brought his hands up to try and push Hunter away from him, but found his body was too tired from carrying the drunk down the hall.

"Because I couldn't have you then. Don't get me wrong, you were an impeccable pill of a man, but you were sexy. I knew I wasn't your type; you liked the kinds you thought you could help. Like poor Shawn, man was he a mess back then. I think you were well aware that you couldn't help me, that I would always enjoy being a dick. Twelve years later, and boy am I having a grand ole time. I just had to wait till there was a chance for me to finally have you. Your body is weak; you can't protect yourself from me like this. So I picked right now to strike." He brought up his knee rubbing it against Bret's groin. "Though you don't seem to hate it too much..."

Bret let his head lean up against the wall while Hunter's mouth sucked and kissed along his jaw line. He couldn't give into the pleasure; he'd never live it down. No one, but no one treated Bret Hart like this. He tightened up his fist and punched Hunter square in the jaw. "Bastard…!" Hunter stumbled back, holding his face allowing the other man freedom from the wall. Bret tumbled to the ground, bracing himself on his hands and knees while exploding stars of color flashed in his vision.

"Nice position."

"Shut up!" Bret growled looking over his shoulder at him. He rubbed the side of his head, moaning out painfully.

"…You okay?"

"No…" His voice was barely a whisper, prompting Hunter to get down on the floor with him to check him for injuries. Once he felt Hunter's hand on his shoulder that was all he needed. The dungeon born quickness was still in his body, giving him all he needed to turn the tables on Hunter. He wrestled the blonde on to his stomach, taking a sitting position on his back with Hunter's right arm pinned painfully back. "Nice position, Hunter." He smirked.

Hunter squirmed beneath him, growling out curses at the older man.

"You should know better, never get down on the ground with a Hart. You'll never win." He purred into Hunter's ear.

"Far be it for me to be concerned about your health ever again, old man."Hunter bucked up, trying to throw Bret off of him. "Now let me go!"

"No. I want you to answer me some questions first." He said while applying some more pressure on the man's arm to remind him just who was in charge right now. "Did you mean what you said about me? That you were attracted to me?"

"Yes…" Hunter hissed. "And surprisingly I still am despite you trying to tear my arm off. I like short bitchy brunettes as much as I like hyper blondes."

"I am not bitchy!" He protested but did loosen his grip on Hunter's arm slightly. "Have you really been waiting this long to get a piece of me?"

"Yes, I have. Ever since Shawn told me you wouldn't bottom I was intrigued."

"I-I would have to him! It's just… every time I was about to suggest it he did something to piss me off."

"Weak, Hart. Are you afraid?" He grinned despite all the pressure being reapplied to his arm.

"No! I just don't trust-"

"I know you don't trust anyone; you and Steve both."

Bret scoffed and pushed Hunter's arm up more. "Well with good reason! I don't trust you and you tried to rape me. I go to WCW and I have your old buddies Hall and Nash after me. Why should I trust anyone?"

"Rape?! Oh come on Bret! You liked it- you just don't want to admit that there's a part of you buried deep down inside that outer shell of bitchiness that wants to have someone dominate you. And you won't ever be satisfied until that curiosity is gone."

Bret said nothing in response, letting go over Hunter's arm completely. Wordlessly he got off of Hunter's back walking over to the other twin bed. He sat down watching as Hunter stood up shaking out his sore arm. "I always thought it would make me less of a man." He murmured quietly.

"Where did you get that idea?" Hunter asked standing in front of Bret.

"It was always in the back of my mind, but it really came into play when your buddies Hall and Nash would try to… Ugh, never mind."

"They harassed you, huh? Well… I'm sorry. It was probably out of revenge for how Shawn was being treated backstage at the time after Montreal."

Bret huffed. "That doesn't excuse it, you know! My family didn't try to… to do that to Shawn!" He waved his hand. "I hate your friends. I attached you to that group by your association with them."

"Oh so that's part of the reason why you hate me so much." Hunter put his hands on his hips. "I see. But don't worry, Bret. Shawn never told Nash or Hall to do those things to you. He wouldn't do that. I wouldn't even do that."

"I know, because you'd rather do it yourself."

"Heh, yeah." Hunter rubbed his chin in thought. "Listen, Bret… You should really let me do this to you. I think you'll love it. You can get over the stigma of bottoming."

"You'd be the very last person I would want doing that to me, Hunter." Bret spat. "I'd rather have someone I half way like do it. You're nowhere near on that list very short list."

"Well you can't have Shawn do it; he's getting 'married' soon." Hunter scoffed crossing his arms across his chest.

"In three hundred and twenty-two days." Bret replied with a soft chuckle.

"Hey… how did you know that?"

"Lucky guess." He muttered and got up. "If you'll excuse me though, it's time for me to get back to my room, my anal virginity intact. You probably never bothered to bottom either, so who are you to judge me?"

Hunter burst out laughing. "Do you really think that? Of course I have. I even let Shawn top me on occasion. I've bottomed for Dwayne, Steve, 'Taker…" He trailed off ticking the names off on his fingers as he went. "Don't get me wrong, I like giving it out more than taking it, but I'll at least do it. So do you know what that makes me?"

"…A whore?" Bret said making a face.

"No, it makes me better than you." Hunter smirked watching as Bret twitched at that remark. "Because I shared the role in the bed with my partners; you're just… too scared to try."

"I am not scared!" He protested as his dark eyes scanned Hunter's amused face. "I guess… fine. You… can do it…" He said the last part so softly Hunter had to strain his hearing to catch it.

"Oh sorry, Bret- what was that you said?"

"I said… you can do it. Just don't gloat or anything and this whole thing is off! And no telling anyone either!"He warned tossing off his jacket. "Let's just get this over with, alright?"

"Such a romantic you are, Hart. You may want to get this over with quick, but I'm going to take you nice and slow. I want enjoy the pleasure of being the Hitman's first." That comment earned him a hard punch in the arm. "Ow! What the hell?!"

"I said no gloating!" He grumbled as Hunter's arms wrapped themselves tight around his waist. As he was pulled closer to the younger man's warm hard body, he had to fight the urge to struggle away. Hunter's lips ghosted over his ear lobe again, making him feel weak. Half of him was hoping Hunter would have forgotten about that weakness by now, but sure enough, soon came his tongue.

"You like it don't you?" He purred licking at Bret's neck and jaw as his hands went further southward. He clamped his hands tight around Bret's ass, making the older man yelp loudly and push away completely. "Heh, you're a stubborn old goat aren't you?"

"You squeezed too hard!" He shouted his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He watched as Hunter took a seat on the bed, patting his leg for Bret to come sit down. The older man gave him a mortified look. "No, no freaken' way am I sitting on your lap. That's just too much."

Hunter patted his leg again. "Oh stop being so damn shy. Come on, come sit down."

Bret recoiled slightly. "You're enjoying this too much."

"I am, is that a crime?" He gave him an amused look before reaching over and pulling the struggling older man over and down on his lap so that he was straddling him. "See? Not so bad… You look cute sitting there with your flushed cheeks." He purred twirling a piece of Bret's brown hair around his fingers. "Try and relax."

"I am relaxed." He said inching back toward Hunter's knees. He kept a rigid posture, his eyes flittering over to the door every moment or so, as if he was contemplating a quick escape.

"Relaxed like a frozen flag pole." Hunter made a face and pulled Bret closer to him. "Calm your ass down, Bret. It'll make all the difference in a few moments or so." He put his warm hands on Bret's back rubbing the stiff muscles hiding underneath his tee shirt. He felt Bret's body relax, earning him a delicious deep moan for all of his work. Bret slumped up against him, arms looping around his neck for support. "You like that, hmm?"

"Yes… Please don't stop." He whispered as he felt Hunter's hands creep up the back of his shirt. The skilled, large hands worked his tired back into practically jelly as he couldn't help but moan in delight. Soon enough he felt Hunter's hands tugging off his tee-shirt and tossing it off to join Bret's discarded jacket on the floor. Hunter's lips ran down his chest, teasing his nipples until they were hard. Bret's hands dug into Hunter's hair, pulling and tugging as powerful sensations worked through his body.

"I can feel you getting hard."He purred. "I knew it, I knew you wanted this." Hunter grabbed Bret by his thighs and changed positions so that the hitman was flat on his back with Hunter over him. He reached down and with Bret's help pulled off his jeans and boxers, leaving the older man naked on the hotel bed.

"I-I don't know about this." He muttered suddenly feeling very self conscious of himself. He didn't have much time to think as he felt the bed lift up as Hunter got off. "Where…" He began watching him kneel down on the floor in front of the bed. Hunter's hands grabbed his bare hips, dragging him over to the edge of the bed. Warm lips and a mouth encircled the head of his hardening erection, making Bret cry out sharply. "Oh fuck!"

Hunter put Bret's legs over his shoulders as he began to work the older man's erection. His tongue flicked over the sensitive head as he watched in delight as Bret's hips twisted up in the air. "Oh yes, I know you like it. Cry out my name and I'll make it even better." He purred sucking on his length.

Bret raked his teeth over his bottom lip, refusing to utter Hunter's name. He twisted his hands in the sheets, pulling at them so hard he nearly tore them. "Oh- Oh damn! So good!" He whined, his heart beating quicker.

Hunter felt Bret's erection begin to twitch and jump, but he didn't want to make him release like this. He wanted him howling out his name so loud every wrestler in this part of the hotel would know about it. He released Bret's erection from his mouth and stood up. "On your back by the head board." He ordered slapping Bret's leg. "I want to see your face when you come for me."

The way Hunter said that, so thickly, so aroused it nearly brought Bret over the edge. But he shook his head in protest. "No, no back. I get dizzy when I lay on my back for too long."

Hunter was in the middle of removing his pants when he heard Bret's request. He turned to look at the hitman, on his hands and knees with his long hair brushed over one shoulder. He paused for a moment to take it all in. "Damn, I wish I had my camera right now."

"Shut up and just… do what you have to do. This is humiliating enough!" He barked as his face turned red again.

"I don't know, I think you make one hot bitch." Hunter teased slapping Bret across the ass. "Now hold on. This is probably going to pinch."

Bret felt Hunter's fingers probing at him, stretching and working his opening with lube. He felt something slick and hard slide inside him. He choked back a cry, nearly falling forward at the pain. Hunter's hands grabbed his hips, keeping him steady while he worked up a pace. Soon the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Bret's moans got louder as he fell to his elbows, the hitman digging helplessly at the pillows by the head board. "Oh! Oh Hunter!" He called out desperately. "Please, fuck- more!"

"Can't hear you." Hunter grinned as he pinched Bret's ass. "Gotta be louder. Loud as you can."

"Fu-fuck you." He whined. "Ah… ah… I want more! Harder, please! I'm not made of glass! Please Hunter…!" He shouted. "Hunter fuck me, please..!"

"And who am I?" He stopped all movements.

"You're the game, you're the king of kings, and you're a fucking lunatic for stopping!"

"Good enough." He purred and gripped Bret's hips as his slammed into him full force, making the headboard slap wildly against the bed. "Yes! Yes! That's it! Damn Hart- you look so good around my cock." He smirked looking down the graceful swoop of Bret's back at his flushed face half buried in the sheets. The hitman's moans were so good, fueling his ego. With a quick move, he switched their positions so that Bret was back on his back. He wanted to make sure he saw Bret's face when he made him come. What he did see aroused the hell out of him. Bret's hair was a mess- sweaty and stuck to the sides of his flushed face. His eyes were half open and heavy with lust. "Oh Bret, baby you look so good." He moaned leaning over the older man's body to kiss him hard on the lips.

Bret broke away from the kiss, uttering Hunter's name in a soft, heavy cry. He bucked up wildly, coming all over his chest and stomach in a powerful orgasm. Just the sight of it was enough to send Hunter over the edge. He came hard into the smaller body, filling Bret with his seed. He rode out his orgasm, still thrusting into the smaller body until he couldn't any longer. He leaned over Bret's body, eventually collapsing on his shoulder. "Oh that was good."

Bret nodded dumbly. "Yes… yes… it was." He whispered looking over to the side at the other bed in the room. If Hunter was supposedly alone, why did he need two beds? "Are you staying with-"

His answer was interrupted by a soft click, and then a very distinct giggle. "Oh so this is why you gave me and Raven those gift certificates tonight. And here I thought you were going to be lonely." Shawn laughed eagerly putting the picture he just took as his new background for his phone.

"How long were you standing there for?!" Bret shouted using Hunter to block his body from Shawn.

"Oh, like the whole time. That was really hot." He snickered. "Do you want me to send you the photo, Hunt?"

"Sure Shawn. I'd love it." He grinned turning over a bit to give Shawn a thumbs up. "I'd love to have a memento of the night I screwed Bret."

Bret grabbed a pillow and put it over his face. "I hate all of you so very very much."

FIN.

-Thanks for reading guys! Hope you liked it!