Title: Love is dead. We are cured, but are we happy?
Author: Emono
Rating: FR-13
Fandom: Wrestling
Pairings: Chris Sabin/Alex Shelley/AJ Styles
Summary: A little lesson in love for three men. When a tryst comes full circle, what is left? And when AJ loses his title, how will what fare for the lovers?
Disclaimer: The WWE is not mine nor are any of it's child branches, it is the 96% property of the McMahon's and God bless the bastards that work for them. I respect the sexual preferences and identities of all the wrestlers on WWE roster, and who they share a bed with is really none of my business.
Warnings: Slash, implied sex, analysis of love and humanity

People have raped language to the point where nothing had any meaning anymore. There was no power behind words, no real meaning other than the face value. After so much misuse, after mass slaughters of 'honor' and 'family' and 'loyalty', they cannot mean what they were meant to anymore.

Most of all the word 'love', that is the one with which is the most dreaded. It is the word which all young girls spew and all young boys dread. It is so freely given that one can't even take it seriously anymore. If you peek behind it's pink, frilly façade you will find only a hollow shell. A shell of what it used to be, used to mean, used to stand for. Hopes, dreams, commitment, all that had once been important. Now it's been tainted by lying lips and lusty hands. It has become a key for which fits like a skeleton into the locks of chastity and binding.

Used by men and women alike, it has been ravaged beyond use. We pick up the fluffy, famed 'love' in hopes of giving it to the one who makes our heart pound and our breaths hitched. How upset we are to find it in tatters, frayed, browned. A pathetic sight and less than useless now. We smile at our beloved and whisper that we didn't know, that we thought it meant something.

And from that humiliation, the flame flickers and died out.

There are those who have smartened up. They cringe at the word and beg their lovers not to say it. They wave it off, smile it off, hope that with their eager nature they can hide their insecurities. They don't want their other to say it, their too scared that it's just as meaningless as every other time they'd heard it.

We're all scared, insecure, selfish beings deep down. We guard our heart. Sometimes not for ourselves, but for the time when we find that special someone and we want it to mean something. If we formed love into a rose, then plucked off all the petals, we couldn't very well hope to give someone a stem and have our affection returned?

People are not inclined to believe other people, that's just how people are.

Sure, our hearts may beat that much harder when his hand skims up our shirts. Sure, our breath hitches when he kisses our necks.

But is it love? Can we wish it to be love so much that it becomes it?

"I love you, both of ya."

And to say you have such a strong emotion for not one - but two people?

Impossible.

Chris looked to Alex, Alex back at Chris. The long time lovers and best friends couldn't believe what their paramour was telling them. They had invited the prestigious man into their bed three months ago, and as far as they knew it was just a fling. Sure, they had stayed up some nights talking about what they felt for their champion, but they never thought the sweet Georgia peach returned their feelings. They'd both developed a fondness for him, and somewhere it had turned much stronger.

AJ stood there before the two without his belt, without his shades, without his posse, and without Ric Flair around him. He had nothing to his name but an old grey shirt and his torn jeans, cowboy boots scuffed with dirt. He had no way to hide his eyes, no way to grin his way out of this. He had admitted his love, and he waited impatiently for a reaction. Ever since the two younger men had taken him in, he'd felt more than he had for years. They were so good to him, they were so understanding. They made him feel things…to be taken care of by two incredibly hot men after a long night of hardcore wrestling, there was nothing like it.

And AJ loved to be in between them…beneath them…above them, taking and giving all at the same time. There had never been a moment of awkwardness after that first night together.

Alex put a hand on Chris's back, whispering into his shoulder so only his lover could hear. The older brunette hated that he couldn't tell what was being spoken about him, but he could wait. If not for a few more seconds. Chris whispered back just as earnestly, copper hair falling into his eyes.

They made such a perfect sight.

"You love us?" Alex spoke up, turning his head and resting his temple to his lover's shoulder.

AJ nodded, "I do."

"Are you sure?" the other asked, eyes earnest.

"Yeah."

There were long moments of apprehension stretched between them. Would they accept love as it was? Was it false? Was it true? Was he lying to continue their tryst? Who knows what anyone wanted anymore, what they meant or what they didn't. Could they trust AJ? They'd both been burned throughout their lives, by multiple partners and even each other. What if AJ betrayed their trust? What if they were destroyed from the inside out?

But they saw something in AJ's eyes: Sincerity.

" 'Lexi's mine" Chris stated rather firmly.

The same stony expression came over his lover's face, "And Chrissy's mine."

AJ dropped his eyes, he'd been rejected. He could feel his heart swelling in his chest, his body bracing itself for rejection.

Chris's lips quirked up suddenly, "We know you love us, Allie."

"We've always known" Alex added, shrugging. He stepped away from his lover, slowly circling around AJ. Chris followed suit, their eyes set firmly on their pray. The champion shivered, but kept his eyes lowered respectively. Hands glided over his back, his shoulders, Chris's hand lifting his chin so he could meet those glittering blue eyes.

"So maybe you could be ours" Chris husked, his other hand straying across the older man's hip. AJ couldn't stop the moan that escaped him as the youngest of the three spooned up against his back, nuzzling his shoulders, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"And we could be yours."

AJ couldn't stop the smile from curling his lips, "And we all could be together?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Yeah, more than anything" AJ drawled, leaning into their loving touches "I want us all to be…together. Together and happy."

"Rather than apart and miserable" Chris finished, leaning in and stealing a chaste kiss.

Alex gave a low whine, wanting to join in.

They obliged their lover, and they consummated their new relationship right there on the nearest couch.

I wrote this during the WWE draft. But it was inspired by this:

My boyfriend told me he loved me for the first time over the phone…so I did the only logical thing and hung up on him.