(A/N:OK Please read, enjoy, review. Even the smallest of reviews warms my day & pushes me to write more. I don't own ANY WWE/TNA personal or likenesses, nor any of their family members. This is purely for fun & not based on real events. A shout out to THE Kid Hardy for placing this pairing in my head & my test subject for my stories.

A/N2: OK this is Slash. If you don't know it is MxM pairing. Don't don't like it or it not your thing feel free to go pick another story. Please REVIEW & let me know if I should try to do more. This is a Dark & slightly smutty Story. )

April 10, 2003

John managed to pull his way backstage after his fight with Undertaker. Getting his footing back to him, he walked towards his dressing room a satisfied smirk as everyone stayed out of his way. Very few people could stand the brash Boston loudmouth. He could smile in your face one second & be trashing your rep the next in one of those freestyles of his.

John was about to enter his locker room when the FBI members showed up. Being the bad boy actually had his perks like private room cause no one wanted to be near him. "What you goons want?"
"Just a reminder Johnny boy. You owe us a few things for placing the Dead Man down for you." Nunzio was all too happy to inform him.
"The deal is for when I become champ…now later chumps." He pushed his way past them into the room. Stamboli started for the door when Nunzio lightly held him back.
"Not now…he'll get him in time. I don't want to be around when Taker gets back here." The other FBI members nodded turning to leave.

John was laughing to himself quite pleased with his performance. "Like those fools think they are even remotely set for a title." He sat down removing his shoes & socks. Already reciting a few ideas for new freestyles in his head. Standing he started unbuckling his belt. He stopped closing his eyes.

Was it him or did the room feel colder all of a sudden? A chill ran through his body feeling fine goosebumps on his arms. He shook his head then gave a small laugh. "John boy you letting these people get to you. It's suppose to be the other way around." He finished unzipping his jeans dropping them. Before he could grab the towel for his shower still wearing his briefs he heard a faint growl behind him that made his blood run cold. He couldn't help but jump when he turned around. He tried to regain his confident cockiness to him when he spoke.
"What the hell you doing in here?"

Taker just smirked with a cold laugh leaning against the door. A look to his eyes John was unsure if he ever saw from the bigger man before, but it made him squirm inside the way the Dead Man's green orbs seemed to pierce into his. John couldn't help but gulp. "Well you going to answer me or just gawk till I toss you out."

"I would love to see you try that Cena." Taker's voice almost reverberated in the room in a way that made the younger man feel it almost as much as he heard it. Taker slowly pushed himself from the door moving slowly towards him. That cold smirk never leaving his lips except when they moved to talk. His tongue slowly tracing his lips as he eyed the man even closer. "I am here for two things." He closed his eyes a low growl then reopening them. "One to make you eat your own words…" Stepping even closer John started to back up trying not to show fear. He felt he could easily handle Taker they were both in a hard match, but he was only in his underwear.

"The second is claim what is due as the one that should of won that fight."
John gave a questioning look. "Man I won that match, end of story. If you think I am going to Kurt to give up my spot in the contenders match you got hit in the head one to many times."
There goes Taker with that damned laugh of his again. "It isn't the contendership I am after boy."

John defiantly did not like the look in Taker's eyes. It gave him a feeling of dread, awe, and a third he could not place. John tried to move past Taker towards the door. At this point the didn't care about his lack of clothing. Fighting with the lock as his hands were shaking so bad he couldn't get a good hold.

John tried to scream when Taker grabbed him around his midsection spinning him in place before his strong hands pinned him against the door. "You really think anyone will come save your ass boy." Taker's green eyes seemed to dimly glow peering into John's blue ones. John's chest heaving from fright while Taker was calm, almost cold. John didn't want to but couldn't help but watch as Taker slowly wet his lips with the wicked tongue of his.

"Wh-what is it you ex-exactly wa-want then."
"Not so brash when push comes to shove are you boy." Taker leaned in real close to John's ear his voice thick with his Texan drawl "I'm going to make you live up to your words out there John…"
His words the sound to them almost made his head swim, there was also a scent emanating from Taker John could not place. Was it an aftershave, maybe a cologne all he knew was it was an almost welcoming scent.

John had to lick his lips then swallow feeling his throat tight as he got his voice back to him. "Wh-what you mean?"
Taker pulled back from near Johns ear still with the cold smirk. "Place your hand on my chest."
"Excuse me?"
"Do you notice something when I am not speaking?"
John was still pinned but his eyes slowly looked Taker over. His eyes stopped where the skin was exposed above his tank top he was wearing. Taker didn't talk to give it time to sink in. Easily half a minute passed when even more fear griped at John.

"No…no way man…" John frantically shook his head when he realized he didn't see Taker's chest moving. He just had to have real good control over his chest movements. Yeah that's all it was…a trick…Taker could not be suggesting he really was….well….dead. Taker could see almost every thought as it passed Johns mind.
"You won't see what is right in front of your face boy." He leaned his face even closer to John's till their noses almost touched. "I'll still claim what is due me."

With those words Taker pressed his lips forcefully against John's. John's eyes nearly bugged from his head trying to fight against this attack. He brought a knee up but only caught Taker's hip as Taker predicted that action. Taker moved his hands from John's shoulders one holding the young man's head as he forced his tongue into John's mouth. His other hand grabbed a firm hold of John's ass.

John tried to struggle & scream of course every ounce of it swallowed by Taker's lips against his. John figure he could wait this out, he had to pull back at some point didn't he? His only access to air was what he could get through his nose. He wanted to fight the sensations sweeping his body feeling himself growing hard. No this can't be happening, I could not be getting turned on by a guy. Not by Undertaker of all people…I was not gay. I am not turned on by the though of another dude. John's mind was yelling one thing while he body wished another. His screams turned to a moan when he could feel Taker pushing his own hard on against his. The friction was almost blissful.

Taker feeling the slight submission yet still the fight he craved he moved his lips from John's moving them to his neck. Taker's thick tongue tracing the contours. It sent tingles through John's body along with another moan. His mind barely registered Taker's hands moving to the waistband of his briefs sliding them down over his hips. He shuttered as his head wanted to fall back sweeping him even farther way.

"Ta-Taker…pl-please…ca-can't…" He felt a rumble against his neck. His mind snapped clear when he felt a sharp pain to his neck. Before he could scream one of Takers strong hands covered it to muffle the sounds. Fear yet excitement ripped his body for he didn't even know how long when he passed out. Taker lowered the young man to the ground before removing his lips from his skin licking over two small puncture marks.

He gave a cold laugh to himself looking Cena over. He knew how easy it would be to finish getting what he wanted from the young man, but with him like this it would be too easy. There was no fun in that. He redressed Cena sneaking him from the arena & back to John's room.

Laying the unconscious young man on the bed stripped back to his briefs he leaned his lips close to John's ear. "Next time I will make you eat those words as I claim your ass boy." Taker then turned heading back to his own room.

John woke up the next morning looking around. "When did I get back here?" He slipped from his bed heading for the shower trying to shake the cobwebs of the strangest dream he ever had. What the hell did I drink last night? He actually could not remember drinking anything. He started the shower pulling off his briefs. Why the hell would I be thinking…no John don't even finish that thought out loud. It was a bad dream…nothing more…It was so…no stop it… He shook his head again stepping into the shower. As he washed himself flashes of the Dead Man looming over him with the sickening yet alluring smirk kept entering his head. His fingers briefly felt his lips picturing the pressure on them. "NO STOP IT!" He yelled at himself shaking his head again. He just tried to focus on cleaning cringing as soap & water ran down the side of his neck. John gulped lightly finishing & starting to dry himself off. "No…no it was just a fucked up dream nothing more." Moving the steam from the mirror he could see the faint red marks to his neck. They could almost pass for bug bites, but deep in his head was trying to tell him more. "NO…NO WAY!" John shook it off moving to get dressed for the day. He did whatever he could to place the dream from his head.

John was so wrapped in his own stuff he hardly even noticed the cold green eyes that watched him through out the day loving seeing the boy continue to squirm in his invisible grasp.

(OK The words in case you don't know went pretty much like this. John was busting a rap on Taker before the match. Well the last line was "So you're a Dead Man, well I'm a necrophiliac.")