The Art of Seduction

Title: The Art of Seduction
Part: 1/1
Author: Yhu
Disclaimer: Not my men
Distribution: Just ask
Rating: NC-17
Characters (optional): Shawn Michaels/Vince MacMahon
Content: Sex, m/m sex with Vince MacMahon, use of MacMahons. Mentions of Christianity.
Summary: Vince and Stephanie have a game they like to play with the roster. However, things get a little more difficult when the game is taken in a new direction. IE: Feel bad for Shawn.
Spoilers: None, really.
Notes (optional): Eh, none of these either.


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ONE FINAL WARNING: HBK/VINCE FIC

SEX HAPPENS BETWEEN TWO MEN, ONE 40, ONE 60. IF THAT BOTHERS YOU, DON'T READ.

Now, you may ready on :) Enjoy!
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"Well daddy, it looks like I finally won." Stephanie smirked pointing down to a special board of the Raw and Smackdown rosters. Over some of the pictures of the men there were big red Xs, and all of the divas were X-ed out. "You're all out of divas to seduce, and I've got so many more wrestlers I could screw. Which makes the score me 15, and you 14... So, hand over the keys to the beach house."

"Uh uh uh. I may be out of divas, that's true-"

"And you can't have another diva contest this year either-- at least so soon."

"Baby girl, you're missing the point. Just because I don't have any women left doesn't mean I can't keep playing."

"Daddy! You wouldn't!! You wouldn't sleep with... with them... would you?" Stephanie asked pointing vaguely to the board of wrestlers. "What would mother think??"

"Your mother knows my tastes. And for awhile before the screw job..."

"Daddy no! Bret Hart?!"

Vince grinned and kicked his feet up on the desk. "Oh yes. Those were the days." He said almost wistfully. "Ah well. Back to the game. Pick one out for me, Steph. I can't decide."

Stephanie looked defeated. That beach house was so close too! Ohh, Vince would have to pay for this one. She needed a real stickler, one who was going to give him the hardest time possible... "Shawn Michaels." She grinned nastily.

"Shawn Michaels..." Vince said clicking his tongue. "Toughie, Steph... Born agains are stubborn. And Shawn's exceptionally stubborn to begin with. But I like a challenge... This'll be the last round for this year-- Winner takes the beach house."

"Very well daddy, but you know I am going to win."

"We'll just see about that one, Stephanie."

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Shawn indeed was going to be a tough one. He was a changed man now, happy with his life finally. It almost seemed like a crime to do this to him, but it only merely 'seemed' like a crime. It wasn't breaking the law to break a man. God knows it was going to be hell trying to do it to Shawn, the man could cushion alot of grief. He'd have to wear him down a different way-- catch him off guard. He saw the opportunity one night in January on Raw. If he could get to Shawn professionally, he'd have him right where he wanted him to be. He decided to torture him every week, threatening his career, making things nearly impossible for the blonde to cope with.

And now finally, finally he was ready to make his move. Whistling, he entered Shawn's dressing room, catching the flustered blonde off guard and in the middle of him grooming. "Good evening Shawn."

"Vince, my god, would you please just leave me alone? I don't know what I did to make you so mad at me-- But I'm so sorry! Just stop, please." Shawn pleaded from his spot on the bench. "I've been such a good employee, Vince. I don't know why you have to do this..."

Vince almost felt bad looking down at the pure desperation on Shawn's haggard sleep deprived face. Almost. "Well Shawn, there's a very good reason for that. And I'd love to discuss it with you. However, here is not the time or the place. Come up to my suite tonight at midnight, and we'll get everything all sorted out."

"... You mean it?"

"I do. I really do. And I even look forward to it." Vince said placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'll see you later."

Shawn nodded and looked practically relieved. "Thank you, Vince this means alot to me. I always looked to you as another father figure, and it really hurt that you were doing this to me."

Shawn was so sincere about that, that it did actually sting a little. "Ahh. We'll fix this all up soon." Vince said and squeezed his shoulder one more time. "I'll see you later." Could he really go through with this? Shawn looked so tired, so weak... so ready. He couldn't back out now, not with the beach house hanging in the balance.

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He couldn't make this look too romantic, otherwise Shawn would get wise to the situation... So he lit a fire in the fire place, bought some 'non alcoholic' campaign ((which really wasn't, Vince just swapped the label for the alcohol free one)). He didn't want to seem too romantic himself, so he ditched the suit coat, the tie, and unbuttoned the top part of his collar. Perfect-- he looked comfortable. There came a knock at the suite door, and for some reason he felt nervous. He had to bring his A game to this.

"Shawn, hello. Come on in." He smiled at the tired blonde in the door way.

"Thank you." He murmured and walked past Vince to take a seat on the couch. He sat with his legs clenched tightly together, hair loose around the tense yet exhausted face of his employee. He had come in a pair of blue jeans and sweater-- obviously, the winter cold had gotten to the San Antonio native.

Vince strode over to the campaign, pouring him and Shawn a glass.

"I don't want any." He said quickly. "I-"

"I know, you don't drink. That's why I got the non alcoholic kind. This is cause for celebration." Vince said smoothly and plopped a strawberry in each of their glasses.

Shawn hesitantly took the glass, watching Vince take a sip to make sure it hadn't been poisoned. "What's there to celebrate..?"

"Why, you Shawn! Don't you think I had some sort of good reason for tormenting a great employee like you?"

"Well... Yes... I hoped so."

"You see, we've got some new investors. And they were a little worried about having alot of older talent on the roster, so I thought 'Who better to show them that age doesn't matter than Shawn Michaels!' so you see I had to put you through those trials. And it's paid off. You've had some amazing matches, and a big raise heading your way."

For a moment Vince could have sworn Shawn saw right through him but then he smiled and nodded. "Oh, I get it. That does make sense. You had me worried."

"Like I would try to do anything just to make you miserable, I wouldn't do that." He said smiling sincerely and placed a hand on his knee. "You know that."

Shawn nodded and sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have thought that way."

"It's okay Shawn, I forgive you. Now drink up-- campaign is awful when warm."

The blonde began to drink, then made a face. "I always hated campaign. I don't know how you talked me into this."

"Please, I could talk the devil into going to church Shawn. Or god going to a strip club. But you get the point." He chuckled at the dark expression Shawn gave him and shook his head. "Oh come on, lighten up. I know that this is important to you, but sometimes it's okay to have a little fun."

He sighed defeated. There was no fighting Vince sometimes. "I won't argue with you, I suppose." It was a frivolous thing to do anyway.

"Why don't you come sit over here with me? You can feel the fire better-- and you look like you're cold."

"I am. I hate being out here in the winter. It's bone chilling." Shawn muttered as he switched to Vince's couch.

Vince rolled his eyes a little. It wasn't even below freezing. "Huh. Would you look at that."

"What?" Shawn asked slightly defensively as he followed Vince's look to his neck. "Is there something on me?"

"No, it's your neck. Has it been hurting you a little?"

Shawn nodded. "Yeah, it has been come to think of it. After the match with Shelton..."

"It looks a little bruised. Come a little closer and let me see." Said the spider to the fly. "I know a few good tricks to help get rid of that pain." Vince frowned in a concerned manner that few would every question as being any less than completely sincere.

"That'd be nice, thank you." Shawn smiled and moved closer to him, pushing his hair out of the way.

Vince rested his big hands on Shawn's neck, taking in the soft smell of Shawn's shampoo. It almost smelt honest, which amused Vince to no end. It also barely tempted him not to do this, but there was no turning back now. He massaged his thumbs along the sides of his spine, getting a gasp from the younger man.

"Wow, that feels good!"

"I'm glad you like it. Why don't you lean against me so I can rub the front of your neck a little better?"

Shawn complied so trustingly it was turning him on at a scandalous rate. "This is so nice of you Vince, I really can't thank you enough."

"Mmmhmm. It's the least I can do." He nearly purred, enjoying the vibrations coming from the front of Shawn's throat. He pressed his fingers at the juncture of Shawn's ears and jaw line, rubbing the area gently. "Is it helping any?"

"Ooooh yes. You're doing wonderfully Vince. I feel so relaxed with you, I know you won't hurt me." Shawn smiled at him leaning further and further against the older man.

"Of course not Shawn, I'd never do anything to hurt you. You've been through so much as it is, it'd be a crime. I just want to do what's best for you-- I believe I've got some idea what that should be. I've always thought of you as almost a son. But, on the other hand, to be perfectly honest-- I've always wanted to sleep with you. So paternal instincts only can go so far."

Shawn sat up instantly, looking to him as if Vince had grown another head. "I think you've had too much to drink. I know you only like women."

"Now Shawn... I do like women. But there are a very select few men I've taken to bed with me." Vince said smoothly, sipping from his glass. "To date... There were only two. Only two men have ever tempted me. Only one I've ever gotten."

Shawn looked over to him, a mix of fear and intrigue on his face. "Who were they?"

"The one that got away was Ric Flair. Back in the 70's, that is. I didn't understand the slow art of seduction then like I do now. I got to practice for years and finally, the next one came along in 1994. I had watched him for awhile, how he had come so far in such a short time... One day I called him into my office-- he barely resisted at all. Why.... we've done it over desks, on the floor... But you know what the best thing about having sex with another man is?"

"...Dare I ask?" Shawn asked knowing Vince would probably tell him anyway.

"The dominance. The levels you can reach with another man with out hurting each other is phenomenal." He said almost wistfully. "Sorry, got cut off there." He murmured.

"That's... interesting. But, I think I probably should go. I am flattered that you want to sleep with me, but I don't think that would be a good idea."

"I figured you'd say that." Vince said with a sigh. "I'm not surprised at all. You see Shawn, I miss the old Shawn Michaels because he did what felt right. What his heart wanted to do, not his brain, or what anyone else thought was right."

"That Shawn Michaels did a lot of stupid things. This Shawn Michaels won't sleep with you because you think I should. I know you Vince, you're trying to trick me into getting out of my pants." Shawn frowned. "And then you'll ditch me the next day-- And don't you dare tell me you won't because I KNOW you will."

"And how do you know that? You know what I do with my women, but you don't know what I've done with Bret. Nobody does but him and I."

"Oh, I've got an idea. I think I was part of that little scenario once in Montreal. The best thing to do is forget about this meeting- okay?" He said and stood up, adjusting the bottom of his sweater. "Good night."

Now, if he didn't act fast... He'd be with out a beach house. The quickness in him had never gotten old as his mind spun out one fabulous lie. "I don't think I'll be forgetting about anything, Shawn. Just like I can't forget about your face-- it's burned into my mind. When I close my eyes, I see you. You haunt my dreams like no one else."

Shawn was almost to the door when Vince had uttered that. He stared hard at the door knob so close from him, then turned back to look at him. "Seriously?"

"Yes, Shawn. Every night. It's brought me to the madness. I can't... I can't even think about it anything else. Not running this company, to even making simple summer plans at the beach house. If you're going to go, grant me one kiss. That's all I want."

"Just... one?" Shawn stuttered not sure if he completely understood this whole thing. Vince... couldn't stop thinking about him? Of course, it wasn't COMPLETELY insane, he WAS HBK after all. However, it almost seemed... Unreal. It seemed like he was lying-- who could trust a MacMahon? There was a strange look of desperation in Vince's eyes, and it was that look that was throwing him off. "You'll leave me alone?"

"You won't even get a Christmas card."

". . . Alright. One kiss. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. And you can't EVER tell anyone about it."

Vince grinned, and relaxed. He had Shawn caught in his web, he just needed to poison him. "It's safe with me. Come take a seat." He said patting his thigh.

"On you?"

"On me."

Shawn gave a frustrated sound and eased himself on to Vince's lap. It was awkward to say the least. "Hurry up and do this please."

"I never hurry, Shawn." Vince said as he took one good long look at him. He focused on his face, all the dips and lines, the softness-- how gray his eyes actually looked... He ran his thumb down his jaw line, and across his pouty bottom lip. "You are so beautiful." He whispered quietly. "I have to commit you to memory."

Vince was close to him now, close enough for lips to brush together if either of them spoke. His hands ghosted down the sides of his face, touching his hair, his neck. Shawn's heart began to beat faster with anticipation, though he couldn't figure out why. Part of it must have been the amount of detail Vince was putting into this-- no one had been so thorough with him before. Finally lips were pressed together, but that didn't stop Shawn's heart from beating slower. Vince was as detailed a kisser as he was at caressing him, making sure no part of Shawn's mouth had gone unexplored. His hands remained on Shawn's face, playing with the juncture of the blonde's jaw line and neck.

It must have been minutes before they finally broke apart; Shawn was shaking quite a bit. "W-wow." How wrong could a kiss like that have been? He wrong was he, kissing a man who very well could have fathered him. Some how that didn't matter. Vince had done something to him...

"Thank you Shawn, for giving me that kiss. It was fantastic... Everything I hoped for." He said tucking a stray hair behind Shawn's ear. "I won't bother you about this again."

Shawn frowned a little. That... was what he wanted. But... "Well... Maybe... One more kiss." He said quickly-- and Vince didn't seem to mind at all. He wrapped his arms around his neck, pressing his lips against Vince's so quickly it threw the older man off.

Vince was pleased none the less. He kissed Shawn back with the same fever that he did before, the body of the blonde pressed fully against him. He pulled away from him, looking at the flush plaguing Shawn's cheeks. "Off?" He asked tugging at the bottom of his sweater.

The blonde complied, pulling the heavy sweater off of himself. He had on a white tee shirt on, which clung to every bulge of muscle on Shawn's chest, arms and stomach. Vince placed his hand underneath the flimsy material, amazed at the softness of his skin on his stomach. "Ah-- Your hands are cold." Shawn pouted.

"Well, I think we can remedy that." Vince smiled and pulled Shawn off of his lap. He took his hand and lead him over to the fire place where a large soft rug laid in front of it. Shawn seemed to know what to do, laying back on the soft rug. He spread his legs enough for Vince to kneel between them. "Put your hands over your head."

Shawn lifted his hands above his arms, watching as Vince lifted the material of his shirt over his stomach. He shivered a little with anticipation as Vince dipped his face down toward him. He licked his belly a little, kissing and sucking on the skin given to him. "Such soft skin." He muttered against Shawn's stomach.

"Tha-that tickles, Vince." Shawn said with hints of trying hard to hold back giggling.

"Oh, sorry." He said smirking a little. He wasn't very sorry at all. Slowly he eased Shawn's shirt over his head, watching the soft flickering shadows dance over the blonde's bare chest. He ran his fingers over the newly exposed skin, as if amazed. Shawn's hands reached up and rested on top of his, playing idly with his fingers. Something was different here-- normally it was never this slow. Hell, he'd be finished by now if it were anyone else. But Shawn was different- he needed to take his time.

Vince slid up along side of Shawn, kissing him deeply. The blonde's fingers played with the buttons on his shirt undoing them one by one. Vince quickly rid himself of the shirt and undershirt he had on, and tossed them somewhere in the room. He traced the sides of Shawn's face with almost tenderness, starring deep into those pretty bluish gray eyes. "I could just stare at you all night."

"You're just saying that." Shawn murmured looking up to him with an unreadable expression. However, he did smile a little, and ran a hand down Vince's chest. "But I almost don't care at the moment."

Vince chuckled and smothered Shawn's neck in kisses. The blonde's arms went around his neck, his fingers playing with the base of his spine and a few wisps of salt and pepper hair. Vince's own hand trailed down Shawn's thigh squeezing it roughly. He was a lower body man-- he loved a good set of pins and a nice ass-- on either a man or woman. That was one thing he noticed right away about Shawn, his sexy shapely legs and his round tight ass. "Ohm, Shawn-- wrap these legs around me." He said patting Shawn's thighs.

Shawn nodded and wrapped his legs around Vince's waist. He shut his eyes and moaned as Vince's fingers pressed his fingers as far as they could go into his ass. The older man's mouth fluttered all over his chest, his tongue darting all over the place in a careful exploration. Little tiny bites around his nipples, along with the repeated squeezing of his ass was driving him to the edge. In fact, the whole night was slow, erotic torture. "Vince please..! I can't take it..." He whined softly. "Been so long..."

"Shhh. I'll take care of you." He promised placing a finger on his lips. He sat up on his haunches, looking down at the aroused body of Shawn Michaels with his messy blonde hair around his face, his hard nipples, and the bulge in his jeans. "My god." There was nothing hotter than this sexy Texan. "That's one of the sexiest things I've seen in awhile."

"Viiince..." He growled impatiently rubbing himself against Vince. "Compliment me later."

Vince paused a little, looking like he was deep in thought-- all the while rubbing the bulge in Shawn's jeans. "Well, I could do that. And... I think I will." He had the blonde's pants off in a wink and discarded just as quickly. Now... He really had to sit back and appraise. Yes... Shawn was quite the beauty especially with the glow from the fire. He'd send Stephanie a thank you car later. He cleared his throat a little, trying to find the words as his eyes feasted on the naked Texan.

Shawn made an impatient noise in his throat, taking Vince's hand and placing it on his stomach. "Please..."

"Yeah, sorry." He murmured. "Got caught up for a second there." Get a hold of yourself Vince. Shawn was beautiful, but he had to keep his eyes on the prize-- his beach house. He fell down upon him, kissing him for all he was worth. Every where he could get his lips he kissed. Shawn was writhing beneath him like mad, panting and groaning his name over and over again until he had gotten the two words he'd been dieing to hear.

"... me..!" Shawn sobbed his cock aching and needing attention. Vince had driven him wild with desire all night long with his very detailed explorations. Even though it was wrong, Vince was his boss... He was weak and couldn't resist it.

"Thought you'd never ask." Vince let out a growl kicking off the rest of his clothing before it got completely ruined in the fray. "Get these wet." He said offering his fingers to Shawn.

Shawn didn't hesitate, taking the digits into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over them, sucking, licking, and kissing. He was pleased at the passionate look on Vince's face, then pouted as the man took his fingers out of his mouth. "That's enough." Vince said his voice nearly cracking. "On your back--spread your legs." He whispered patting Shawn's thigh.

He complied resting back into the furry rug, spreading his legs for his boss. Vince's fingers probed at his entrance, slipping his fingers inside of Shawn's burning heat. It was phenomenal, fantastic, and oh so hot. Just like Shawn himself. He had to remove his hand quickly-- he wanted to release inside of Shawn, not out. "Ready babe?" Vince asked putting Shawn's legs up on to his shoulders.

"Y-Yeah, please!" He sobbed throwing his head back as his chest heaved with heavy pants.

Vince slipped his erection inside of Shawn, releasing a low groan. Shawn's heat trapped him like a vise-- he had never felt anything quite like it. The blonde's body quivered horribly around him, aching for him. He clutched onto Shawn's legs for support, thrusting into him slowly-- trying to get a feel for this again. He soon found out for himself that it was like riding a bike. You never forget.

Shawn was bucking up a fevered pace, not truly sure of what to do with all of Vince up inside of him. The older man's hands ran up and down his thighs in a calming manner as his thrusts grew deeper, longer. The blonde uttered a small cry, his body betraying him to his emotions. He was enjoying this far too much-- he was getting too attached to Vince. He always did this. Whenever someone showed him as much as a speck of nature, unforced kindness, Shawn couldn't help but begin to get unwanted feelings. It was just so rare that real humanity appeared in this business that he couldn't help it. A particular thrust that brushed against his prostrate snapped him from his thoughts as he uttered a sharp cry.

Vince smirked proudly. He found it- Shawn's sweet spot. The very place that made the Heartbreaker howl. He concentrated on that one little bundle of nerves, pummeling with whatever energy he had left in him. Shawn's body spasmed around him, his muscles around Vince's cock clenching tightly. "... Shawn!" He wailed releasing hard into the younger man. He would have liked to have lasted longer, but hell-- he couldn't. Shawn was his defeat.

"Vi-Vince...!" He cried out coming hard on to Vince's chest. He shook all over as the last shocks of his orgasm rode out. "D-D-Damn." Shawn whispered. Who knew that would be so good? By all means, it shouldn't have been. He sighed softly, wanting to enjoy the after glow of sex but he knew that Vince would throw him out soon. He got what he wanted. "Excuse me Vince, I um... I... want to go take a shower."

"What? Now?" Vince said a little surprised. He looked at Shawn's slightly pained face and frowned. "Alright, go ahead." He pulled slowly out of the blonde, watching him get up and stagger over to the bathroom. Vince laid back against the couch, wondering what he should do. Hell, he could call Stephanie and gloat. That'd be fun. But something was nagging him about Shawn...

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Shawn let the spray wash over him and his shaking frame, enjoying the feel of sweat and jizzum being swept away from his body. Wow. Woooow. Did he ever need that. What he did was so wrong, and he came in knowing that. Some how Vince was able to dance around his new morals and seduce him. That bothered him most of all-- maybe he hadn't changed after all. Now he'd have to go in and re-evaluate everything all over again.

He heard the door open to the bathroom, and looked through the warped glass on the shower door. "Hi." He said quietly.

"Hi. You okay in there?"

Shawn nodded. "Yeah, fine."

Vince cleared his throat a little. "Huh, okay...Do you mind if I come in?"

"No. It's your room." He muttered shuffling his feet a little. The shower door slid open, and in stepped Vince. "Do you want me to get out?"

He shook his head and pulled Shawn into his arms. "No. Stay with me." He said burying his face in the back of the blonde's damp hair. "I don't know what it is about you, but I can't get enough of it."

"I don't think you're lying." Shawn said finally after what looked like a period of thought. "But even if that's the case, you and I... It'll never work out. You're married. And even if Linda knows, it's still wrong."

"I know you'd say that." He said smiling a bit. "But our marriage is different. We're partners and negotiators in every sense of the word. Please, let me take care of you like I should have with Bret. I will spoil you rotten with everything you need."

It sounded so tempting. Maybe Vince was what he needed. He was a man who knew what he needed, and how to take care of a guy like Shawn. He proved that earlier. "I... Well..." He chewed on his lip thoughtfully and sighed. "Okay. Fine. IF you go to church with me."

Vince flinched as if he were burned, and it looked like Shawn was very serious about this. "... Deal. But just this once."

Shawn clapped his hands and hugged Vince tight. "Thank you! You've made me so happy."

"I.. see that." He said softly. "Lets get out of here and to bed. I'm exhausted."

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The next morning, Vince woke up with Shawn curled up to his side- blonde hair covering his peaceful face. He knocked back the obstructing hair, wondering how he could have been swayed to take such a deal. But the supposed angel tricked him. He lured Vince in with his charms, only to make him go to... church... However at the same time, the thought of Shawn going to be with anyone else after last night made his blood boil over. He doubted he should continue playing the game with Stephanie now- that could have the potential to make Shawn very angry.

He got out of bed, taking his cell phone with him. He threw on a robe and went into the hallway to make his call. After a few rings, the sleepy voice of his daughter picked up on the other end.

"Wha..? It's like 8 am. It better be good."

"It's me Steph." Vince said amused. His daughter was as much as a morning person as him.

"Daddy, it's like 8 am."

"I know. I just wanted to let you know that you can have the beach house. I don't want it anymore. I adjusted my priorities."

"Really! Well... Thank you!"

"I'll give you the keys later-- oh, and I won't be playing the game any longer- no matter what. I'll tell you why later. Go back to bed."

"Right-- thank you, daddy." Stephanie murmured and hung up on her end. She wondered what made him change his mind... Maybe... He just couldn't handle Shawn Michaels.

FIN.