Alex Shelley really wasn't sure how this night had started with him and Johnny drinking in celebration over the success of their new video to end him being naked and handcuffed to a bed post, being stared at by a very pissed off and pretty psychotic looking Chris Sabin.

Looking back on it now, Alex knew he shouldn't have accepted that first drink. And now he was positive those tequila shots had been a bad idea and judging by the fact that Chris isn't falling over right now, Alex can be pretty sure he hadn't been drinking what they had.

Alex couldn't believe that this had happened. It seemed like one minute, they were doing shots at the bar, the next they were half naked and Sabin was on top of him in bed and now… now this. "Y-you're not gonna get away with this, you know!" Alex licked his lips, trying to keep his angry expression on Sabin's face instead of letting his gaze wander to those infamous leather pants. "Johnny's gonna come right in here and…"

"Oh, Johnny is gonna be a little busy for the rest of the evening." Sabin paced up and down the length of the bed, but he never, ever took his eyes off Alex. He stopped only once to pick up his shirt and slip it back on. "You know, Johnny left his boys in Team Canada in a pretty spectacular way. Apparently, it made Eric pretty sad. And when Eric gets sad, Bobby gets mad." He smiled at his own little rhyme. "So I doubt Johnny'll be going anywhere any time soon."

As he looked up into those cool brown eyes, Alex suddenly realized he was dealing with a total nut job. He affected a wide smile. "Look, Chris, buddy, pal, X-Division mate, uh… fellow Michigonian?"

"The proper term is Michiganite," Sabin murmured, looking down at Alex's bare chest, like a painter pondering an empty canvas. He rested his hand on Alex's rib cage and slowly slid it lower.

Alex lifted his head, watching the progress warily, feeling his stomach muscles clenching the moment Sabin's fingers brushed across them. Okay, okay, maybe Sabin was just a little kinky, he could deal with that. The nervousness soon faded even more as he watched Chris tug the button on his jeans free. Alex's eyes widened when Chris suddenly shifted so that he was kneeling between Alex's legs. "Damn," he murmured, watching Sabin draw the tab of the zipper up with his tongue, then take it between his teeth to tug it down. "I thought just porn stars did that."

"Now that," Chris drawled as he tugged Alex's jeans and boxers off and tossed them over his shoulder, leaving the bound man completely naked and already half hard, "is a good idea." He slid gracefully off the bed and disappeared into the shadows of the darkened hotel room.

When he returned, Alex's eyes widened and he shifted his feet restlessly. "Hey, be careful with that!"

"What, Alex?" Chris purred as he flicked a button and the telltale red light appeared above the lens. "You think you're the only one who knows how to work a camera? I think I'll call this Sabin Vision. Kinda catchy, don't you think?"

"Yeah, real cute," Alex licked his lips. "Now just put it away, okay?" But Sabin didn't seem to be in a listening mood anymore. Instead he was panning the camera up and down the length of Alex's body, getting a lot closer than he ever would have wanted. Grunting, Alex tried to cross his legs, only to feel Sabin's nails dig sharply into his thigh.

"Just relax man," Chris drawled. "Not like you've got anything to be ashamed of."

Okay, Alex nodded to himself, okay. Sabin was just being a little freaky, could deal with that. Hell, seeing him work the camera was actually kind of hot. When the camera came up to his face, Alex smiled a little and drew his tongue slowly across his lower lip, actually feeling a shiver dance down his spine at Sabin's purr of approval.

"Mmm, that's it, put on a little show for me." Chris drawled, reaching out and running his hand through the dark part of Alex's hair, chuckling softly at the way he tilted up into the touch. "Very nice. Now it's time for the fun to begin."

"I like fun," Alex whispered huskily. His eyes tracked Sabin as he walked over to the dresser that was facing them and set the camera down facing them. "You're a kinky little thing, aren't you?"

"Oh, I guess you could say that." Sabin said, returning to the bed and pulling out a black bag from underneath, setting it by Alex's hip. Then he straddled the other man's thighs and splayed his hands on his chest.

"Wh-where did that come from?" Alex tried to see what was in the bag that Chris was currently rooting through, but from this vantage point, he could see nothing. His eyes widened a little when Sabin pulled out a metal ring. "Oh no, man, hell no; I'm not into that sort of thing."

"Haven't you realized it yet?" Sabin cocked his head and the smile disappeared from his face. "I don't give a damn what you're into." He slipped the cock ring on, sliding it down to the base of the other man's cock and making certain it was secure.

Alex began to struggle in earnest, only to be met with a slap across the face; the blow was hard enough to snap his head to the side and stun him into silence. He started thrashing again, the cuffs rattling loudly.

Chris rolled his eyes and began to call out, "Oh yes, Alex, yes! Don't stop, yes! Right there! Yes!"

"You really uh planned this out, didn't you?" Alex tried to keep his voice from cracking, but he wasn't sure how well he succeeded.

"You'd be amazed what you think about when you're locked in a body bag."

Alex looked chagrinned. "Is it too late to say sorry?"

"Yes." Sabin said without hesitation. He went back to looking through his bag and finally emerged with a dark brown squeeze bottle in his hand. Alex tried to squirm away, but the way Chris was sitting on his pelvis was limited severely. And this position just happened to ensure that Sabin's leather clad ass was rubbing against his dick and that was making it even harder for him to think.

Alex squeezed his eyes shut, frowning as he felt a strange weight on his chest, followed by another and another. When he finally screwed up the courage to open his eyes, he snorted in disgust when he realized exactly what Sabin had done.

The words: "Kev's Bitch" had been written in big black letters across Alex's torso.

"I hope Nash likes chocolate," Sabin said as he climbed off Alex and began to root through Shelley's bag. "Does he like chocolate, Alex? Well, I guess it doesn't matter."

"Very cute," Alex sneered. "So what? You're gonna leave now and let the maid find me like this in the morning?"

Sabin's laugh was light, airy and borderline insane. "Alex, that's so last year." He nodded when he seemed to find what he was looking for and he returned, sitting on the edge of the bed by Alex's right side. Not once looking at him, Chris flicked through the numbers on Alex's cellphone, then looked him in the eyes. "I'm calling him. You're going to tell him I'm drunk in your room and you've got the camera running. You're going to tell him that the card is in the door."

"And what if I don't?" Alex thrust his chin out defiantly.

"You're naked and handcuffed to your bed and you're wondering what I'll do to you?" Sabin chuckled as he dialed the number, then pressed the phone to Alex's ear.

Swallowing loudly, Alex conveyed the message word for word. When the conversation was done, Sabin snapped the phone shut against Alex's ear, making him wince. His eyes widened when he realized that Chris was heading for the door. "What are you doing?"

"Oh," Sabin said idly. "My work here is done. Don't you just love it when a plan comes together?" The door shut slowly, cutting off the sound of his idle laughter.

THE END