Kane's P.O.V.
I slid my elbow pad up my arm and arranged it properly, my labored breathing bouncing off the off-white colored walls of my locker room. There was a short two knocks on my door, my head turning towards the sound. My boots thudded against the cement floor as I walked to the door, my gloved hand wrapping around the brass doorknob. I turned and opened the door, meeting the bright emerald green eyes of my older brother. I took in a breath, both us neither saying a word. We would do this on occasion. Visit each other and ensue a staring contest to see who would make the first move. Neither one of us could figure out why we did such things, we just did. And that's how we liked it. No words needed to be spoken to express anything. We let our actions do the talking. That's the kind of men we are. However we do speak up when we need to. But phrases such as "I love you" or "I miss you" rarely escape past our lips. We both are aware of the other's feelings. We don't feel the need to repeat it like a record player 100 times like other couples do. It's one of the things that makes our relationship so unique and unlike any other. Mark blinked, our little contest now over with. I took a step back, allowing him to walk inside. He slowly turned his head to see if anyone was around. Nothing but an empty corridor. Perfect. He removed his hat and walked inside, setting his hat down on the bench. I closed and locked the door, the atmosphere now changing. No expression played my features as I stared at him, my back now resting against the wall. He approached slowly, his hot breath creeping over my skin, causing me goosebumps. He placed his left hand against the wall beside my head and let his right hand slip to my cheek. My head tilted slightly, leaning into his touch. I rested my hands on his hips, leaning towards him, our lips mere centimeters apart. We could almost taste the love on one another's lips. Mark's hand slipped from my cheek to the back of my head, bringing me forward, our lips barely touching in a tender and subtle kiss. We broke as he flashed his bright emerald pools at me, making the corner of my mouth turn up into a slight smirk. And with that, he walked away, placing his hat back on his head. He gave me one last glance before unlocking the door and walking out, the WWE Universe chanting his name. I leaned against the door, my skin hot with sweat trickling down my toned muscles. I slid my tongue across my lips as I inhaled deeply. I closed my eyes as I let the air out, smirking as the poison that is my brother's kiss, tingled my lips.