A/N: Alright, this is completely different from what I normally write. It was spawned from an early morning confrontation with my ex and his wife where they threatened my life, then to add insult to injury apparently everyone decided to play "Lets piss off the Walmart Cashier." Soooo instead of launching myself over my counter and strangling the customers, I put all my bad mood and rage filled thoughts into writing. This is the result. It's violent, dark and slashy due to my muse being aggravated as well. But since you came to read it I'm gonna shut my mouth now. Enjoy!
He stood in the ring, staring down at the red and black blood stained leather in his hand. He could hear the crowd heckling his brother as he made his way to the back, his chestnut mane of curls shielding his face. Anger boiled in the pit of his stomach and he clenched the ripped leather in his hand as he exited the ring.
"How dare he." He seethed as he stalked to the back. "How dare that damn cowards turn tail and run!"
He walked through the curtain and everything and everyone seemed to stop moving. It was almost like walking into a wax museum, they looked real, but there was no life. They all knew that the safest thing to do when The Undertaker was angry was to just be as still and silent as a corpse. With a snarl he pushed past crew and talent alike on his way to his locker room, his mouth set in angry line. He slammed into the locker room, the force from his shove against the door enough to shatter the frame.
Taker was shoving his things down in his bag when he got the feeling that he was no longer alone. He raised his head to snap at the idiot that decided to bother him, but instead found himself staring at the source of his foul mood. Kane was standing in the door way, his mass of curls obscuring his face and his hands clenched at his sides.
"You have something that's mine." Kane said slowly, his voice raw from underuse.
"This old thing?" Taker asked, holding the ruined mask up, a sick grin on his face.
Without warning Kane lunged at Taker and tried to rip it from his hand. He underestimated his brothers' strength and soon the two were rolling around on the floor trading blows and insults. Taker's anger increased as Kane managed to bust his lip open, licking at the open wound he aimed for the spot where the steel steps had drawn blood earlier. All of his frustration at Kane welled to the surface as the blood dripped down onto his face and he started to strike anywhere he could. He had had enough of Kane's interference in his life, and it was going to end tonight.
"You want pain little brother, I'll show you pain." He hissed as he managed to get to his feet. Kane sprang to his feet as well and Taker grabbed him by the wrist and threw him into the wall then rammed into him. Instead of backing up instantly he grabbed a fist full of Kane's hair and went to slam his head against he wall, but silk like feeling and faint scent of Kane's shampoo wafted up into his nostrils and he hesitated. That small opening gave Kane enough time to power out and throw Taker into the wall, back first.
"You know nothing of pain." Kane said pinned his brother to the wall by the throat, and raised his other hand.
Taker closed his eyes in preparation for the strike, but instead he felt lips slanted over his. His eyes flew open as he pushed against his brother, breaking the contact. Kane however didn't give him to regroup before he crashed his lips back over his brothers, forcing him against the wall again. This time though Kane grabbed a fist full of Taker's hair to hold him in place. The more Taker fought the harder Kane pressed against him and the harder he pulled his hair. Kane then bit Taker's bottom lip, making him gasp in pain and Kanes tongue invaded his mouth and slid smoothly across his.
Again Taker pushed against him, this time managing to break away. As Kane stumbled back Taker speared him to the floor and straddled his chest, his fists raised to strike. But again Kane turned the tables and rolled over, pinning Taker against the floor. He grabbed Taker's hair and brought his lips down to his brothers, pressing hard enough against Taker's teeth to shred the inside of his lips. This time he forced his tongue into Takers mouth immediately as his other hand drifted down to Taker's jeans. Taker felt the zipper slid down and then Kane's hand as it wrapped itself around his length, squeezing almost painfully as he stroked him to painful hardness.
Suddenly Kane backed off and Taker sat up confused only to have Kane force his cock between his lips. Kane anchored his hands in Takers hair and started to thrust violently in and out and it took everything Taker's power not to gag. He clawed at Kane's thighs and but it only seemed to spur the large man on and soon he tasted something salty on his tongue. His eyes widened as he realized that his brother was going to cum and force him to swallow it. The taste was getting more intense and Taker doubled his efforts to free himself.
Kane let go of his hair and Taker turned to the side and began to spit on the floor. A boot to the back had him sprawled out on his stomach seconds later. He felt hands on his ankles and then there was a burning sensation as his jeans were ripped from his legs. He let out a yelp that turned into a strangled moan as Kane forced himself into Taker. Pain exploded as his brother started to thrust in and out brutally. To add to the sensations Kane grabbed a hand full of his hair and pulled his head back painfully, breathing in Taker's ear as he forced himself deeper. He sped up and Taker knew that he was on the verge of loosing it.
Kane howled as he emptied himself into his brother, then fell heavily onto his back forcing them both to the ground. He bit Taker's shoulder hard as he pulled out and got to his feet. He tucked himself into his pants and headed towards the door, grabbing his ruined mask on the way.
"Now you know pain." Then he was gone, leaving his brother winded and bleeding on the floor.
Ohh I almost forgot, I DO NOT own the characters. Even though I would love to