Thanos x The Rock

Chapter 1- Finding The Rock

Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson tightly gripped the power stone that dangled from his neck. He lay on his couch, wearing his signature turtleneck and fanny pack that accentuated every bulge. The stone was stored safely in his necklace, of which only he had the power to unlock. He needed to keep it safe.
He looked up at the stars through the skylight of his living room, letting out a tired sigh.
"What am I gonna do, Mr. Stark?" He grumbled, knowing well enough that Tony couldn't hear him from the cold depths of space.

Aboard Thanos's ship, the bulbous, purple man was filled with despair and fuming rage. He paced around, with only one thing on his mind.
"I need that stone," he exclaimed, in his deep, raspy voice.  That stone would give him immense strength. And he would do anything for it.
A small alarm began erupting from the control panel across from him. Thanos stood silently. Was this it?
He moved swiftly to the machinery, an eager grin slowly spreading across his face. A digital map read that the power stone was nearby...

The Rock was jolted up from his peaceful rest.
"Something's... off" he murmured. Suddenly his perky chest was hit with a taser-like pain, right where his stone hung off his neck. He let out a manly yelp. "What the frick was that?!" he exclaimed.
Suddenly, a loud bang sounded from the other side of the room. The door burst open as Thanos forced his way in. He stood at the entrance, taking in a deep breath. He noticed the other man lying on the couch and he sneered.
"I believe you have something that belongs to me," he chuckled, clenching his gauntleted hand.

"Who are you?!" The Rock exclaimed with fear.
"Does it matter? I am here for what is rightfully mine. Now, hand over the stone, Mr. Fanny Pack."
Thanos, with rage in his eyes, slowly walked over to The Rock. He ripped the necklace from The Rock's signature "Rock hard chest". He looked at the capsulated stone with such care and tenderness. He finally tried opening the capsule, but it wouldn't budge.

"Why won't this open?!" Thanos raged.
The Rock smirked, his bulging muscles rippling as he stood.
"Only I have the ability to remove the stone from its locket." He raised an eyebrow. "So I believe that it belongs to me, Prune Face."
"Nonsense! Now hand it over...uh..." Thanos searched for an insult, but realized that he couldn't find one. The truth was, The Rock was perfect; standing there in his tight turtleneck and fanny pack that, sadly, hid his bulge.
"Wow, you can't even think of an insult, destroyer of worlds? Pathetic." Thanos stood there, momentarily frozen by The Rock's strong presence. Finally, Thanos snapped out of it.
"Look man, I need that stone. Can we arrange a deal?" The Rock laughed at even the idea of giving up his stone. But then The Rock grew an evil grin.
"Say, Lean Man, what do you dislike most?"
Thanos, confused, admitted, "I hate people. Everything about people. They are just selfish flesh bags filled with blood that do nothing but ruin everything they encounter. I especially hate... their feet."
The Rock's expression softened.
"Aw c'mon, they ain't that bad," his hand rested upon his hip. "Here's the deal, big guy. If you can lick my toes, maybe I'll give you the stone."
Thanos grimaced, rage shooting through him. He stood back.
"What?! Why... How?!"
"Look man, do you want the stone or not?"
Thanos paused for a few minutes, considering his options. He could force the key from The Rock, he thought, but realized that it would hurt him... But why did he care if The Rock got hurt? He hated humans. Why was this one different? Then he thought he could negotiate.
"Okay hear me out. What if instead of me licking your feet, I killed anyone you hate."
The Rock considered this option, but concluded that Thanos licking his feet was the ultimate punishment. Besides, he wouldn't mind getting his feet licked by such a powerful being.
"Nope. For the last time, you either lick my feet or leave."
Thanos thought to himself how long he has waited for the last stone, and how difficult it was to finally find it.
"....Okay," Thanos muttered, clearly distraught
The Rock didn't believe it at first. He thought that Thanos would leave and his previous stone would remain his. But The Rock never breaks deals.

The Rock slowly took off his sweaty after-workout sneakers that reaked. His feet had visible sweat caressing every square inch. It had also been an hour since he was in his gym. Thanos almost vomited.
"What are you waiting for?" The Rock teased, wiggling his toes.