Title: Stress Relief

Author: TheVampireLucinda

Featuring: Shawn Michaels and the Undertaker

Disclaimer: Slight kinkiness. And slash.

Summary: Inspired by a chapter in a manga...Don't ask, lol. The Undertaker has been feeling a lot of stress leading up to his match with Brock Lesnar at Hell in a Cell, and Shawn Michaels knows just the way to help his dear friend out...and it's not quite what anyone was expecting. Slash! Kinks! Reader beware!

A/N: I'm blaming TakerMuse for this one. He's the kinky one. ShawnMuse is just...ShawnMuse. And HunterMuse gets dragged into everything. But TakerMuse...he has kinks. And I like them, heh heh.

The man known as the Undertaker sat wearily on the nearest chair to his front door, body sore from the various workouts he put himself through that day.

He had been training hard since the match had been announced—a Hell in a Cell against his current enemy, Brock Lesnar. It was a match made in...well, hell.

The Deadman was determined to win—and if he lost, he didn't know what he'd do, or how he'd mentally even cope with such a loss. What would it mean to him if he absolutely couldn't beat, and finish off, that big son of a bitch who kept challenging him?

With a sigh, he ran a hand though his newly-grown hair, leaning back and closing his eyes. Even though he was home, he wasn't relaxed at all; in fact, he figured he wouldn't be able to rest once more until after the match, which was still a few weeks away.

Before he could sigh again, his phone buzzed, a single text lighting up the screen. The Undertaker didn't often text, and there were very few people who texted him, which is why when he looked at the name of the sender, a small smile immediately came to his face.

Shawn Michaels.

Hey man, just wondering if you'd want to hang out tonight. You're home, right? I'm not far from where you live...

'Taker smiled and slowly tapped out his answer:

It's good to hear from you, Shawn, but I'm really tired tonight. Lots of training today.

It only took a few seconds for the Heartbreak Kid to reply.

I totally understand. Want me to come over and give you a massage? ;)

A bright red blush covered the Deadman's face, and he typed out a hasty NO before setting his phone on the table next to him. The last time Shawn had offered him a massage, the man had done all manner of pervy things to him...

With a groan, Mark stood up slowly, bones occasionally creaking in protest as he climbed up the stairs and went to take a nice, long, hot shower.

Half an hour later, the Undertaker felt like a new man. His body was warm from the water, and felt far more relaxed, although the thought of his match immediately brought tension to his neck and back.

'I can't wait to fall asleep,' he thought wearily, opening the door to his room—

—and finding Shawn Michaels sitting on his bed with a smile.

"Dammit, Shawn," he began, putting his hands on his hips, silently thankful that he was wearing a bathrobe. "I said I was tired."

The Heartbreak Kid's smile only grew. "I know. But I figure you'd want to wind down a little before bed, and I thought I could help you with that." Although his words were sincere, Mark knew all too well the intention behind the words.

"I don't think I'm in the mood for sex, Shawn," he admitted. "I've been stressed out about the match against Lesnar, and haven't been able to focus on anything else."

Shawn Michaels nodded sagely. "That's okay! I actually happen to be an expert on stress relieving techniques!" He stood up with a bright smile. "Get dressed, and I'll meet you downstairs."

Before 'Taker could object, Shawn was halfway down the stairs, and clearly not leaving. With a sigh, the Deadman pulled out a fresh set of clothes.

"So much for a restful night," he grumbled quietly.

Although, of course, there was a small smile on his lips the entire time.

What in the world could Shawn have planned?! O.o

Part 2 up soon!