Warning: contains slash, m/m relationships.
Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE or the characters, one can only dream.
Summary: Kane's heart is a complicated place, so is his head and the world he lives in; will he ever be truly happy?
After a two year relationship becomes practically loveless, Kane thinks he's better off alone, but people just keep getting in the way...
Set early 2003.
That boy with one eye
"Christy is so pissed off"
A voice called from the bathroom, Kane looked up from his book, peering over the top of his glasses, and an uninterested expression solidified his face.
"Really?"
"Ohhh yeah" The blonde emerged from the bathroom, leaning against the door frame his other hand placed on his hip.
"What did you do?" he returned his gaze back to his book.
The Canadian scoffed, tossing his long hair over his shoulder with one turn of his head. His hand rose from his hip covering his heart as he fained shock. "What makes you think I said something?"
"Just a hunch" Kane continued reading, ignoring the reflection of the light shinning off his boyfriend's outrageously shiny silver shirt as he paraded around in front of the mirror.
"I only told him that Edge was cheating on him"
"No way!" Kane was now giving his utmost attention to his lover "Who with? How do you know?"
He threw himself on the bed, picking the book out of Kane's hands examining the cover "I don't know, but its obvious, less phone calls and when he does ring the calls are getting briefer, soooo obvious" He grimaced at the book before tossing it carelessly to the floor.
"Chris!"
"It's only a book Kane! Looks shit anyway"
"Sod the book- I meant you can't just assume someone is cheating and tell their partner they are! Christian is your best friend!"
"All the more reason to tell him, I don't want Edge making Christy out to look like a fool"
"But what happens if Edge isn't cheating, Christian will hate you"
"Please" Chris laughed "Who could hate me? I'm the king of the world"
Chris raised an eyebrow when Kane huffed, he watched his boyfriend fold his arms across his broad chest, the lamp by the bedside enhancing his skin, he couldn't suppress the throaty groan that escaped his lips as he stared intently at Kane's smooth naked form, his gaze travelling down a long body reaching the duvet cover that prevented him from seeking what he truly desired.
"You know how sexy you look in those glasses?" He let his hands slide idly across Kane's thick arm "Especially wearing those glasses naked, in my bed" He leaned closer letting puffs of warm air escape his lips and catch Kane's own wet lips. Kane's restrain almost crumbled with how close they were, how many tingles were rippling through his body as Chris closed the space between them and captured his bottom lip dragging him towards him with his teeth.
Kane pulled away slowly, his eyes heavy "It's not your bed, it's a hotel room"
"Stop splitting hairs" Chris snapped, followed by a seductive purr "Fancy round two?"
Kane playfully pushed Chris away, "I thought you were going out with Christian tonight?"
"If I want your legs wrapped good and tight around my waist I will god dammit!"
He bolted from the bed like a bullet from a gun, jumping to his feet quicker than a sprinter, grabbing the bedside lamp and throwing it to the floor in temper watching it smash into tiny pieces.
"Oh get out will you? Don't bother coming back till you grow up!" Kane shouted
Chris kicked every piece of furniture that was in his line of vision as he headed to the door before turning on his heels and pointing at his boyfriend. "Don't you forget only an hour ago you were screaming MY name!"
Kane folded his arms again and rolled his eyes, "Don't flatter yourself, your chins bigger than your dick!"
Chris stood stock still, shocked to the spot, muted as his mouth dropped open; he was silent for what seemed like hours before stalking over to the bed. He placed both hands either side of Kane's legs and leaned impossibly close, the tips of their noses bumped together. "I'm surprised I can keep an erection looking down at your face" The words seeped out of his mouth like deadly poison, the venom spitting into Kane with immediate effect.
The pain was wide in Kane's eyes and Jericho smirked at his lovers slightly parted lips. Long brown curls fell against a pale shoulder; he tilted his head to the left. "Then why don't you go find someone who can keep it up for you? Although with the size of it only a Barbie doll would be pleased to see you"
A gasp escaped him as the slap stung his cheek, his glasses knocked off his face to the floor.
"Oh I hope that didn't open an old scar-although it couldn't make your face look any worse then it already is!"
"Get out!" Kane screamed, he screamed so loud his throat almost constricted with the pain.
"Don't expect me back!" Jericho yelled slamming the door behind him, shaking the walls with the force.
He fell back into the pillows, crying was useless, he'd never admit it to anyone but he'd done enough crying over the past two years he'd spent with Jericho. He groaned exasperated, the usual plaguing thoughts of sadness and worry ran erratic through his mind as he contemplated his so called relationship, before the tears that welled in his eyes threatened to fall a light rapping on the door distracted him. He flew out of bed dashing round the room throwing on his discarded clothes as the knocking continued.
"I'm coming, I'm coming" He raced to the door strapping on his mask firmly, looking out the peephole he sighed with relief.
A big cheesy grin greeted him as he swung the door open. He couldn't help the smile that spread across his usually solemn face.
"Show, come in"
He stepped aside letting the much larger man brush past him into the bomb site he called his room. "Thanks Kaney, woah, what the hell happened in here?" Big Show scanned the room, the covers from the bed were dishevelled in a tangled mess spread across half the bed and most of the floor, a shattered lamp was covering the carpet, glass and broken metal lay strewn over most of the room.
Show turned to watch Kane filling whiskey glasses, "Has he hit you again?" His voice was stern, he took the drink Kane handed him and took the silence from his masked friend as a yes. He groaned almost sounding defeated. "Oh Kane-how could you let that runt hit you?"
"How could you let Kei en tai beat you in the ring?"
"Ouch...although it pales in comparison, Jerky is meant to love you! How can you stand anymore? After two years of his moods, his ego, his nasty streak, his lies, his-"
Kane interrupted him "Ok-Ok I get it, he wasn't always like this"
Big Show raised an eyebrow, "No?" He sat next to Kane on the sofa, their knees knocking together with the size of them. "I've always thought Jericho was full of himself" He gulped down the warm liquor, slumping back in his seat pulling Kane back with him.
Kane swilled his whiskey round in the glass sighing deeply. "Chris was funny, he was kind, he has always been a little self centred but in our business who isn't?" He found himself sighing again. "When he spilt coffee on me I wanted to kill him, I didn't know him but I hated him, then that blew over and we ended up being partners one night, the alliance kicked our asses and we became close. He was sweet and loving for all of a few months then he started acting weird, he accused me of flirting with The Rock, getting up tight about everything, demanding I reassure him he was better than Rocky. I didn't know what his problem with Rocky was at first, why all of a sudden The Rock was the third person in our relationship and then it clicked."
"Jericho wanted the belt"
Kane nodded tossing back the whiskey "When he won, he was impossible, he was nasty, obnoxious, arrogant and big headed. I wasn't allowed to see my friends unless he was with me and even then he was rude. I lost touch with my brother..." Kane's voice went quiet, soft almost, he stared at his empty glass struggling to finish the sentence, Show felt his heart sink for his friend, Undertaker was an important part of Kane's life, whether they were fighting or friends, Kane has always needed his brother and thanks to his boyfriend...Show let a growl rumble low in his throat.
"Mark went off the rails, hurting those who crossed his path and anyone who disrespected him, so I decided I couldn't leave Chris because I'd have no one"
Show reached for the whiskey bottle frowning as he did, filling the glass a little more than the last time. "You had us, your friends"
Kane drank the warm liquid quickly, taking the bottle from Big Show's big hand, refilling his glass and topping up Show's as well.
"I was never good with friends"
"You were always good with me; you're a good friend to me"
Kane smiled, "Don't get all sloppy on me" He downed his third whiskey and nudged Show handing him the glass for him to top up once again.
"Slow down red"
"You need talk giant"
Big Show suddenly became serious, "You need to leave him Kane, he's taking over your life, he possesses you and-..." He was silent, remaining silent till he could fathom out the best way to word his next sentence without offending his friend. Kane was watching him now, waiting for the rest, he looked nervous, like he already knew what Show was going to say. "...You can't be with one man when you love another..."
Kane wanted to lash out, insist it was a lie, scream, fight, punch, kick, but Show had done nothing wrong, he'd only told the truth...he wanted to blame someone, anyone but there was no one to blame but himself, he had loved Chris, loved him dearly but as Jericho's ego and attitude grew, Kane's love for him dissipated and lately, even though he's tried so desperately to fight it, tried so hard to ignore it, he was falling for another man.
Kane did not answer Big Show, did not admit anything nor deny anything, he just kept quiet for a while as they drank, and slowly Big Show introduced new topics of conversation and Kane's confused heart was no longer under scrutiny.
The night seemed to pass quickly, Show talked for all he was worth, while Kane listened, his pain had not subsided but Kane knew having a friend around had helped, he found it difficult to talk, everyone he ever trusted had hurt him, including Show. He found himself watching the big man, intently staring looking for the slightest hint of emotion but he was too drunk to focus. Show had actually hurt him bad in the past; chokeslam through the stage, beating him and handcuffing him with Triple H, but they overcome it and found they had a lot in common and Kane discovered Big Show had a great sense of humour, making him laugh every chance he could get.
"What you staring at?" His friend's deep voice slurred slightly.
"I'm not sure anymore" Kane fell forward, he suddenly felt top heavy, no longer in control of his own weight distribution. Show caught him, raising his head up with two long fingers resting under Kane's chin brushing his fingertips over the strap of Kane's mask that was there. His eyes were heavy and half lidded, he couldn't help the goofy smile that followed.
"I'm drunk" He giggled, he really was drunk, he just giggled.
Show was still gazing hungrily into his eyes, his fingers moved from under Kane's chin to the side of his mask, trailing ever so lightly across the bumps of leather as if it were fragile. "I much prefer these masks to your old ones..." Slowly, gingerly, his fingertips ghosted over Kane's lips and the younger man closed his eyes. "You have a very sexy mouth; I bet you're beautiful under there"
Kane's eyes opened with shock, he blinked a few times blankly at his friend unable to speak.
"When you fell forward and I caught you, it was like catching a star falling from the sky"
"You're defiantly drunk!"
"People always tell the truth when they are drunk, why don't you stop fighting Kane, stop hurting for one night"
Then he felt it, wet lips squished against his own, eagerly he opened his mouth letting Show's tongue invade his mouth, he heard Show moan, felt the rumble against his chest as Show pressed closer, his friend tasted of spicy alcohol and something bitter, sour almost, knowing Show he probably ate a whole grapefruit before venturing round to see him. He let his hands rest on his head, kneading his fingers into his short hair as their tongues waged war battling for dominance. Big Show was running his own hands through Kane's long hair soothing him as the kiss intensified, he threw all he was worth into the kiss, every last ounce of passion he held inside his beating heart he gave to Kane, he left one hand playing with the long brown curls as the other dropped onto Kane's lap sliding down past the waist band and cupping his growing erection firmly. The sound that escaped Kane almost made Show explode, he moaned but exhaled air at the same time, a breathy gasp from the touch and Big Show knew with every twitch his dick made as it suddenly sprung to life, that he wanted Kane writhing beneath him, panting his name as he made him cum, even though he knew, even through his lust fogged brain and alcohol fuelled infatuation, this was only going to be a drunken one night stand, Kane felt nothing but platonic friendship for him and that's why he was going to enjoy every minute of this.
Kane didn't love him; after all, he wasn't Rob Van Dam...
Author's notes: Hope it wasn't too painful to read! Tell me what you think!
Next chapter: Kane confronts Chris, someone sends Kane over the edge emotionally, and Kane has a fight with his arch enemy...