Title: Power of My Love

Author: TheVampireLucinda

Featuring: The Undertaker/Stone Cold

Disclaimer: Slash! Violence, and non-consensual acts ahead! Also, Kayfabed.

Summary: "Every minute, every hour, you'll be shaken by the strength and mighty power of my love." Takes place in the summer of 1998, with the Undertaker and Stone Cold on the Highway to Hell. Slash!

Stone Cold Steve Austin sat down wearily on the bench in the locker room, grateful that, as the champ, he at least had his own room to change in.

He and the Undertaker had once again been forced to defend the Tag Team Titles on RAW. It was getting exhausting...and besides all that, Austin didn't trust the Deadman as far as he could throw him.

As far as he was concerned, the Undertaker was a sneaky bastard who was always planning, always thinking. He was so quiet, and never really talked to him except when he was yelling about title shots and "getting what was his."

Still, the two of them had been getting somewhere as tag team partners, and making some slight progress. 'Taker had demanded an apology, and Stone Cold, in his own way—namely, with a beer—had offered it. In return, the Undertaker defended him against Kane and Mankind when they jumped him, and honestly seemed to have his back after everything was settled.

'I should still keep my eye on that son of a bitch,' Austin thought to himself, leaning back against the wall and putting a towel over his eyes. He was sore all over, and wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a warm bed.

"Need ride home?"

Steve Austin nearly killed himself, bumping his head hard against the wall in surprise. He pulled the towel off his face, and stared wide-eyed at the Undertaker, who had somehow completely silently entered the room.

His locker room.

"Jesus Christ, Deadman, learn to knock. You're going to kill someone creeping around like that. Cause a guy to have a heart attack."

A small smile curled the Phenom's lips. "Maybe that's my goal," he joked, setting his bag down, and making himself comfortable. He had already started to going through it for his street clothes when he noticed Austin still staring at him.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"What the hell are you doing?" Stone Cold asked. "I mean, it's not that I don't want you here or nothing, but what the hell are you doing here? I thought you like to be alone before and after every match? Hell, I honestly have no idea what you do except when I see you in the ring..."

The Undertaker shook his head. "We're partners now," he explained, beginning to unlace his boots. "It's good if we spent a little time together. Obviously McMahon's going to try to pull us apart, and eventually turn us against each other, killing two birds with one stone." Austin nodded in agreement. "So, the stronger the bond between us, the more hell we'll be able to cause Vince."

"Yeah, I get that, I just didn't think you were the type to want to become friends over something like the tag titles..."

"You don't want to be friends?"

"I know you don't give a damn about all that."

The Deadman gave a short laugh, and Austin shivered. Somehow, even out of the ring, the man sounded completely evil.

"Well, you're right that I don't care about being friends...But at least we can get along as well as possible, right?"

For the first time since they'd been force to tag together, Stone Cold smiled. "I'll agree on that."

"Good, now get the hell out so I can take a shower."

This time Austin belly-laughed, deciding that maybe the Undertaker wasn't such a bad guy after all.

This is what I get for watching the Network too much...1998 was a fun year, haha.

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