Oops, I did it again... sorry, I simply couldn't resist to convert this idea into words... I decided that I should write more light-hearted stories, there's enough hatred and depression in this world! And what could be better than JADE to warm your heart, huh? So, here's part one of Asian Love Potion. I know the idea isn't new, but whatever...

Disclaimer: None of WWE's star is mine, none of this happened, all fictional, unfortunately...

~~~*** Asian Love Potion ***~~~

*** Part 1: the prank ***

Heath Slater and Justin Gabriel stood in a deserted hallway of the arena, giggling like little school girls. Object of the amusement was a small vial which contained a clear liquid. Quietly Justin read out the inscription to Heath.

"This Japanese drink offers you the opportunity to win your beloved over to yourself! A sip of both is enough to grant them eternal love!"

Heath laughed heartily and looked slightly sceptically at Justin.

"And you think that really works?" said the redhead, whereupon Justin just grinned.

"We will see."

...

John Cena sat in his dressing room and treated himself to a freshly brewed coffee. His coach had already started putting on his sports shoes when he heard Cena cursing and coughing. With a frown he turned around and looked at the American.

"Are you okay?"

Cena's face was red from coughing.

"Yes, uhm, the coffee here is really disgusting. Ugh..."

His coach just laughed and called "See you later".

...

Heath and Wade were had just changed their clothes; Wade was drinking his protein shake when he suddenly spat it out in disgust.

"What is that? Yuck, Heath you didn't urinate in my drink again, did you?", he asked suspiciously, and Heath had to put himself together, not to laugh out loud but to deny with an innocent air.

Still cursing about the nasty bitter taste in his mouth, Wade walked with Heath to their daily training.

Heath was wide-eyed when Cena passed them by and when Wade and Cena gave each other a nod and a smile, making both of them blush.

A few steps later Heath heard Wade mumble.

"Cena looks really good today, doesn't he. So fresh and somehow...hm..." The Englishman had barely saved himself before he meant to say "sexy" - as a man you didn't say another man was sexy, unless you came on to him.

Startled, and about to explode with laughter, Heath followed the confused black-haired into the training establishment. During his workout there was suddenly Justin running up to Heath, bouncing up and down excitedly in front of him.

"Heath, Heath, I need to talk to you, NOW!"

"What is it?" The redhead said, panting as he ran on the treadmill.

"Wade and Cena! You have to see that! Heath, it works!"

The two ran through the hallways until Justin gave Heath a sign to stop and to be quiet. They carefully looked around the corner and saw Wade and Cena standing in the corridor. Cena stood there with his back to the wall, and Wade had stretched out his strong arm, so that his hand was now resting next to Cena's face on the wall.

The younger had approached the American precariously close and spoke softly to him. It wasn't hard to see that he was flirting with Cena – his posture, that charming smile, the murmured words he said to him... Justin was annoyed that they were standing too far away to hear what was said. Cena's appearance however was completely sufficient – the older nearly steamed, his face wore a deep red shade, and he nervously ran his fingers through his close-cropped hair.

Time seemed to stand still, Justin and Heath held their breath when they saw John and Wade coming closer and closer to each other, until they suddenly kissed passionately. Justin's jaw dropped, Heath's eyes widened. Wade wrapped his arm around Cena's back and pulled him closer; they could hear Cena's aroused sigh through the whole hallway.

Heath was the one who released them from their state of shock. Nervously he waved his hands in front of Justin's face, gesticulating wildly.

"What shall we do now, what shall we do now?"

Justin looked helplessly at him and shrugged his shoulders haphazardly.

...

Cena didn't know what was wrong with him. He was warm, his cheeks were burning with redness, as he lifted his gaze to drown in Wade's eyes for a long time. The Englishman had steered them to the next best storage room, had pressed him against the wall; now he was looking down at him with sparkling, glowing eyes and an irresistible smile. His large, strong hands were wrapped around Cena's waist and pulled him closer. John heard his heart in his ears, booming, loud and quickly throbbing.

Again their lips met in a stormy kiss; automatically Cena's fingers wandered to Wade's broad neck and gently pulled his head closer. It felt so good to perceive those warm lips, to smell Wade's beguiling perfume, to feel safe in his nearness. But where did this gnawing desire suddenly come from? Why did he feel like he needed Wade close to himself? Had he yearned for the black-haired before? So indispensably?

A few minutes ago the younger had addressed him, made him a few compliments – somehow their mouths had found to passionate kisses then, Wade had whispered in his ear that he would make sure to make him feel good – and somewhere in Cena's head the fuses were blown, any clear thought was replaced with lust and desire – and now they were here.

Breathlessly Cena watched himself pushing up Wade's T-shirt, unbuckling his belt impatiently. Speechless with desire Wade looked down at the elder, feasted on his beautiful features and felt dizzy.

Suddenly there was a quite pushy knock at the door, surly the two looked at each other and stopped their movements.

"Who is it?", Wade whispered to John, who could only shrug his shoulders helplessly.

"Wade? It's me, Justin with Heath... we must very, very urgently talk to you before you'll kiss us", the South African said and sounded a little intimidated. Wade sighed annoyed, gave John a little kiss on the nose and opened the door.

"What?", he asked, not too friendly, but Heath and Justin had already entered the room and stared again and again and Wade and John, in total disbelief.

...

"You did WHAT?", Cena exclaimed involuntarily, once the redhead had taught them gently that they had poured some Asian potion in their drinks. Heath lowered his gaze guiltily and kneaded his hands.

"We never thought it would actually work", Justin was trying to defend them.

"That's why my protein shake tasted so disgustingly, and I thought Heath had urinated in it again", Wade muttered, what made Cena even more hysterical.

"Do you only think about your stupid drink? The two have virtually poisoned us!"

With flashing eyes Wade looked at him and crossed his arms.

"Well, you didn't think it was stupid that I lashed into you a few moments ago", he caterwauled, whereupon Justin and Heath desperately tried to stifle a laugh. John blushed like a red tomato and starting pouting.

"I called the Japanese from whom I have bought it, if it calms you. He said its effect would be gone in 7 days and that there will be no residue in your bodies then", Justin said.

"Hey, you should sue him then, it promised a lifelong effect!", Heath called out.

"Lifelong effect my ass", Cena growled and gave them black looks.

"Well, that was the stupidest prank you've ever done ...", Wade ended the conversation.

"I'm going back to the hotel."

Not one minute later, Wade was out of the door and walked along the corridors to the exit. He still felt Cena's soft, gentle lips on his, tasted his flavour, felt his warmth, his breath on his face. Those tender fingers in his neck, whose touches felt like burning fires...

Lost in his thoughts he didn't realize that John was standing next to him at once, slightly out of breath. Determinedly the American just took Wade's hand and walked with him to the exit.

"I... I just had the feeling that I wanted to be with you...", John said embarrassed, which only made Wade smile and hold Cena's hand tighter.

TO BE CONTINUED...