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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      World_Wrestling_Entertainment
  Relationship:
      Dean_Ambrose_|_Jon_Moxley/Eddie_Guerrero, JBL/Eddie_Guerrero, Chris
      Benoit/Eddie_Guerrero, Chris_Benoit/Brian_Pillman
  Character:
      Eddie_Guerrero, Chris_Benoit, Dean_Ambrose_|_Jon_Moxley, JBL_|_John
      Bradshaw_Layfield, Brian_Pillman, Various_Characters
  Additional Tags:
      Arranged_Marriage, Alternate_Universe_-_Arranged_Marriage, Alternate
      Universe, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Slavery, Psychological
      Trauma, Trauma, Child_Abuse, Physical_Abuse, Emotional/Psychological
      Abuse, Verbal_Abuse, Sex, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Dubious_Consent,
      Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Torture, Bondage,
      Friendship, Friendship/Love, Love, Slow_Build, Friends_to_Lovers, Cliche,
      Forced_Feminization, Internalized_Homophobia, Ownership, Dark, Angst,
      Teenagers, Adult_Content, Adulthood, Time_Skips
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-29 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1339
****** Bonds of Hatred and Love ******
by Swifty
Summary
     In a world where most people are sold off before they turn 13, two
     teens find each other. Will their friendship arise from smoldering
     coals to a bright flame or fade away to dust? Bonds are fragile and
     all it takes is a whisper for them to crumble ....
      
     [ dark themes. proceed with caution ]
      
     *Temporary Hiatus*
Notes
     How come I get new ideas for new fanfics, but I can't get new ideas
     for current stories?
     Alas, this story is gonna be dark.
     The child abuse tag is there because it's referenced/implied, but
     there won't be much details.
     NOTE******* As of now, Dean Ambrose is only going to be in the
     prologue and his name will be mentioned throughout the story but he
     will not make an appearance. That may change in the future, but just
     so you know. If you're here for him, he's not going to be a major
     character. Sorry.
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                                   Prologue
 
 
Eddie was lying in the grass, gazing up at the starlit sky. It was after
midnight and he couldn’t sleep so he sneaked out of his parent’s house. It
wasn’t as if he had school tomorrow, having dropped out a couple years ago. He
checked his phone, frowning when there were no new notifications. He’d texted
his friend to come to where he was at the park, but he hadn’t gotten a reply
yet. He sighed, grumbling under his breath and looking back up at the stars.
 
 
He had managed to fall into a light sleep when a foot nudged against his
shoulder and he jerked awake, his heart hammering in his chest at a rabbit
pace. He immediately relaxed, recognizing the older teen with rumpled dark
blond hair and dressed in a pair of jeans and a leather jacket. “Dios, Dean,
couldn’t you warn a guy?” He complained, sitting up.
 
 
Ambrose laughed, settling down next to the chicano, smirking at Guerrero. “Not
my fault you passed out,” he teased, smacking his friend’s back. He was an
asshole and always enjoyed tormenting others, but he had a soft spot for Eddie
since he used to babysit the teen when they were younger. That was years ago
and the kid wasn’t really quite a kid anymore.
 
 
“Why didn’t you answer my message, ese? I sent it like an hour ago,” Eddie
groused, glaring lightly at the man. He couldn’t stay mad at Ambrose, not
really. The taller teen was his only friend.
 
 
“You know I hate phones, dumbass. They’re stupid,” Ambrose groaned, not
understanding why he had to explain this to the boy yet again. Eddie didn’t
seem to comprehend the simple fact that he just didn't like technology. Hell,
he only had a phone because of his job as a hustler. He chuckled at the pout
and leaned in to kiss Eddie on the lips. “But if you’re gonna be a sourpuss,
then maybe I should do something about it,” he whispered.
 
 
The husky words made Eddie shiver and he glanced at the playful blue eyes. “Or
maybe you should stick that phone up your ass if you’re not gonna use it,” he
growled, a smirk tugging at his lips, Dean’s hand going up to grip his shaggy
hair and teeth nipping at his tanned neck.
 
 
“Hmm, the only one getting anything up his ass is you, sunshine,” Ambrose
hummed, pushing roughly at Eddie’s shoulders until the other teen was flat on
the ground, enjoying the flushed face. He knew his friend hated being
dominated, but it was too fun to resist. His hand wandered down to palm the
growing bulge in the front of Eddie’s pants. “My, and you’re already hard,” he
mocked, going down to lick the stiff member straining against the denim fabric.
 
 
Eddie mewled, his hips going up to buckle into the warm mouth as the wetness
made his erection throb almost painfully under the clothes. “Tease,” he whined,
clenching fistfuls of grass and ripping them out while frustration threatened
to make him scream out of desperation.
 
 
“Patience, kid,” Dean drawled, removing both of their pants and spreading the
chicano’s legs as he spat in his hand, readying himself. The stars continued
shining down on their naked bodies as they fucked until they reached their
climaxes. Dean pulled out and collapsed next to his friend, brushing his hair
back. “See? All it took was sex to get you to stop complaining,” he joked,
folding his hands under his head.
 
 
“Shut up,” Eddie muttered in an embarrassed voice, his cheeks burning as he
pulled his pants back up. His breathing gradually slowed down until he wasn’t
panting anymore and he hesitantly snuggled against Ambrose, relieved when a
toned arm went around to pull him closer. “I wish you could stay here with me,”
he mumbled.
 
 
“Yeah, well, I can’t. I have to move to Cincinnati next week. I told you that
three months ago,” Dean sighed, feeling guilty that he was leaving his friend
behind in this hellhole called Texas. “On that topic, I’m not gonna be able to
protect you once I’m gone,” he added gently, knowing it was a sore subject.
“Your ma and pa are still trying to find someone to buy you, right?”
 
 
Eddie rolled his eyes, not wanting to talk about this. He hated these
conversations. “Si, but I’m 16. No one is gonna buy me. I’ll be safe once I hit
18,” he argued. Turning 18 meant he could no longer be sold off without his
permission, and that was just under two years away. He was the only minor who
hadn’t been claimed due to his reputation as being unruly and defiant. Add
losing his virginity when he was 15 and that was further protection against
prospective suitors. Most buyers wanted a kid who was submissive, quiet, and
innocent. Everything that he was not.
 
 
Dean frowned at the flippant reply. “Two years is still far off, Ed. Anything
can happen,” he warned. It didn’t help that the Guerrero family was well known
for being poor -- ghetto poor who lived in the slums. The boy’s parents were
desperate to find a rich person to buy Eddie. Dean himself was lucky since he
just turned 19. He didn’t have to worry about anyone trying to own him, but his
smaller friend was a whole another story. “Here’s what you need to do if you do
end up getting sold off. Most of them are obviously perverts, but they’re
dangerous too. They might even kill you if they find out you’re not a virgin.
So act innocent. They’re probably not gonna prep you either and it’s gonna hurt
like hell. When that happens, don’t tense up or fight back, ‘cus that’s just
gonna make you bleed and piss them off. Believe me, they most likely ain’t
gonna let you go to a hospital. Just don’t fight,” he advised, feeling sick
that he had to have this talk with Eddie since no one was willing to help the
latino.
 
 
“Que? Just lay there and let them have their way with me like I’m some toy?
Fuck that,” Eddie exclaimed indignantly, glaring hotly at Ambrose. No way in
hell was he going to do that. He may be a puta, but he wasn’t going to be an
easy lay.
 
 
“Please, Ed. Don’t do anything stupid,” Dean persisted, grabbing Guerrero’s
shoulders. He had to get his point across or else the younger teen could very
well get killed. “You have to do whatever you can to survive. Promise me that.”
 
 
Eddie snarled and shoved the hands off of him. “Well, duh. I’m kinda hard to
get rid of.”
 
 
“I’m serious.”
 
 
“Okay, okay, fine. I’ll be a good little perro for them,” he threw his arms up
in defeat and scowling. He didn't like it, but he could tell that Ambrose was
worried for him. This was the least he could do for the man who’d taken care of
him and protected him for the past eight years. He was surprised when he was
pulled into a tight hug. “Why don’t you buy me if you’re such a mother hen,” he
grunted.
 
 
“You know I don’t have that kind of money and my bloodline don’t exactly allow
me to be a buyer. Things don’t work that way,” Dean softly reminded Eddie,
hating how the law prevented him from doing that, wishing he could spare the
chicano the pain. “I gotta go. Have to get up early and start packing
tomorrow.”
 
 
Eddie reluctantly withdrew from the embrace. “Okay, text me,” he murmured,
standing up and wiping the grass off his jeans.
 
 
“Yeah, I will. Remember what I said, please.”
 
 
“Of course, but you’re worrying over nothing, ese,” Eddie scoffed, wishing
Ambrose would take a chill pill. No one will buy him, not with his attitude. He
would be fine.
 
 
Dean gave Eddie a sad smile. “I hope so,” he whispered. He really did.
 

This world was a cruel place, and such hope usually didn’t last long.
 
 
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