Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/6391675. 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. =============================================================================== ===============================================================================     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.     =============================================================================== ===============================================================================   Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!