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[bulletclubbucks]

GOLDEN LOVERS & CHASE OWENS VS BULLET CLUB | Honor Rising 2.23.18

[stripeydani]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Professional Wrestling, 新日本プロレス | New Japan Pro-Wrestling Rating: Explicit Relationships: Kenny Omega/Cody Rhodes Summary: The plan was simple. He was going to seduce Kenny Omega. And not only was he going to seduce him, he was going to do it perfectly.

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There it’s done! A lot of words for some smut and some sads, but that’s how I roll these days apparently. 

Thanks Daft Punk for the title and chapter titles, it’s been fun rewiring that song in my brain. 

I may do a part 3, but I’ll add it if it happens. I do want to write Cody complaining about how long shibari takes while Kenny rolls his eyes at his silly brat 😂

I have now indulged my rare pair, I can now go back to my other rare pair, and John Cena hell.

[stripeydani]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Guess who can't let anything be a true one-shot? This gal!

Look I don't know, I've had this in my head ever since @superkickme made a poll about which Cody would be the most likely to be rocking lingerie under his clothes... It turned into Indies-Cody trying to seduce Kenny Omega and here we are.

Set sometime around the end of 2017/beginning of 2018, idk it's not canon and doesn't really fit in anywhere, just roll with it. Smut is next chapter, I just couldn't resist putting the first half up now! It means it's a real WIP and I have to finish it now! PRESSURE.

Cody is a little freak, Kenny doesn't mind.

Title is the song by Daft Punk, I like it as their little theme.

[butchheel]

CODYKENNY WIP FULL POST bc i would like some validation and encouragement before I write the freak nasty shit

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warnings for; violence and physical fighting that will eventually lead up to sex but there's no sex yet *thumbs up emoji*

The last person Kenny expects to see in his hotel room when he flips the lights on (well he doesn’t expect to see anyone, really) is Cody Rhodes. But here he is sitting on the edge of his bed with a stupid smug grin on his face and a fresh bruise under his left eye even though Kenny knows he didn’t have a match tonight like he did. 

The last person Kenny wants to see in his hotel room is Cody. He’s sore, he’s tired, he’s not in the mood for Cody’s usual bullshit. But alas, bullshit is what he’s about to get.

“What do you want.” Kenny snaps simply. He crosses the room and stands in front of Cody, who looks up at him with those irritatingly blue eyes. Now that he was closer, Kenny could see the dark circles under both of them. To put it plainly, the man looks like shit–an admittedly rare occurrence for Cody. His normally pressed dress shirt is wrinkled and undone at the top. And he isn’t wearing a tie. The hair that he usually bleaches weekly is grown out ever so slightly, creating a dark contrast at his roots. But he holds himself with the same slimy confidence he always does as he looks Kenny in the eye. 

“What do you think I want, Kenny,” he says. 

“I don’t know what you want but I now what you need; to get the fuck out of my room.”

Cody laughs at this and the sound makes Kenny want to hit him. He stands up and puts his hands up slightly. “Fine, fine. I’ll go next door. Pay a little visit to Ibushi I guess….” 

That makes Kenny want to hit him too. And so he does. Right in the black eye.

Cody makes a noise of surprise and stumbles back but Kenny grabs him by the shirt collar and shoves him roughly to the floor. Then he’s on top of him, hands wrapped around his neck. Cody punches up, nailing Kenny in the jaw, causing him to relinquish his grip, but Kenny isn’t finished with him yet. He punches back and is satisfied to hear the quiet ‘pop’ of Cody’s nose certainly breaking under his fist.

If it hurt, Cody doesn’t show it but the blood is starting to pool from his nostrils. He grabs Kenny’s hair as they wrestle on the floor, yanking his head to the side. “If all it takes to get you this riled up is to mention your little boytoy–” He’s interrupted by another well placed jab at his left eye. “He’s a distraction Kenny!” Another one. “Bullet Club doesn’t need a distracted leader!” Kenny doesn’t give him the satisfaction of a response, instead deciding to go for the other man’s throat again. With all his strength, Cody shoves Kenny off of him and into the side of the coffee table beside them. 

Kenny is exhausted at this point but he gets up and crawls his way back to Cody, grabbing his shirt collar again and pulling his face up towards his own. “How many times do I have to say it,” he growls. “Leave him out of this.” 

Cody doesn’t say anything. Their faces are close enough that they can both feel each other’s labored breaths against their skin. And then without thinking, Kenny kisses him.

He doesn’t really know why he does it. Maybe it was a power play–Cody sure did it all the time. That’s at least what he’s telling himself as the taste of blood from Cody’s lips enters his mouth and their lips smash together.