Title: In His Smile

Author: Diabolus Ruina

Pairing: John Cena/ Shawn Michaels

Disclaimer: I do not own any wrestlers; they all belong to the McMahon Empire. Except for Shawnie! He's mine:looks at scary lawyers: or not...

Warnings: This story is slash, people! If you didn't get that from the pairing, then there may not be any hope for you... If you flame me, please don't flame because of the slash. There will also be a fair bit of language used.

Summary: "It's the dimples... that's the reason. It has nothing to do with how blue his eyes are, those dimples would melt anyone into a pile of goo."

Notes: The roster split is not in effect.This just makes some things easier in the long run. Pretty much everything that has happened on the shows still happened, but everyone is allowed on both shows. I'm saying pretty almost everyone who is married in real life is not married in this fic, because, Hey! I can. I would also like to thank SRC for writing a wonderful Shawn/John fic and inspiring me to write this. Thanks a lot!

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"That was awesome!"

Shawn and Hunter looked at John Cena amusedly. They had just come back from their tag match against Edge, Murdoch and Cade, and John was practically bouncing off the walls.

"Did you see that out there? I was like -bam! And he went down like a sack of really heavy potatoes! And then I got back on him and -wham! And that was so cool!" John spun around with a huge grin on his face. His eyes lit up as he saw Amy about to pass by. "Amyyyyy!" he grabbed her arm and spun her around as she gave a small shriek. She glared at Shawn and Hunter as she saw them smothering snickers. John drew her attention back to himself with a snap of his fingers. "Did you see what I did! Did you did you did you?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Amy replied with a laugh. "I'm guessing the adrenaline hasn't worn off yet?" She directed the question to the two who weren't bouncing on the balls of their feet. "At least I hope that's why Johnny - boy's acting like his age has suddenly regressed from 27 to 5."

John gave Amy a pout, and Shawn was momentarily distracted by it before he shook his head and interjected.

"Yeah, that's really helping to assert your maturity there, John. Now all you need to do is stomp your foot and stick out your tongue." Shawn's tone was wry as he berated himself in his head. 'You are completely and totally straight. You should not be distracted by this man. You were practically drooling over the guy! You can't do that! But his eyes are so blue, and those dimples... Damn it!'

Hunter gave Shawn a knowing look as he noticed his best friend's minor lack of attention, but he decided to let it go. 'For now...' "Now Shawn, don't give him any ideas..."

John threw Hunter a rather mild glare before shrugging. "Whatever. I'd rather be five than have a nose as huge as yours." He gave a sweet smile and fluttered his eyelashes.

Shawn and Amy both snorted with laughter, as did Randy Orton, who had happened to be walking by with Victoria, his girlfriend of two years.

"What?" Randy shrugged off Hunter's glare. "Hey, you can't deny the truth, Hunt." He did a bit of a dance to evade Hunter's attempted slap to the back of the head, only to run into a subsequent slap by Shawn.

"Hey!" Randy whined (very manfully) as he rubbed the back of his head. "What was that for?"

"I figured if I had the opportunity and didn't take it, Hunter'd get all mad at me, and I need my tag partner free of any and all malicious intent towards me when we're in the ring. It gets messy otherwise, you see." Shawn ignored Hunter's dirty look at well.

Randy chuckled before walking off with Victoria, chatting about who knows what.

"Well," Amy began with a sigh after a look at the clock on the near wall, "I have to go change. I've got a date."

"Really." John made this sound like a statement. "And just who would this 'date' be?"

"Down, boy." Amy said with a stern look on her face. "Don't you dare go all protecto brother on my date. You scared the hell out of the last one."

"Yeah, well," John muttered. "Batista was a wuss."

Amy gave him a disbelieving look. "John, the man weighs damn near 300 pounds and has muscles growing on muscles that I don't even have. That's about as non wuss as it gets. And you had him scared to be in the same room as you for more than thirty seconds."

"I still want to know what you said to him," The Game said with a thoughtful look on his face. "I used to work with the man. Practically nothing fazes him."

John got a semi - evil look on his face. "Well, I guess I just hit that one percent that does. Of course, being told you'll get your dick beat off with a shovel'll faze just about any guy, I suppose." he commented offhandedly.

Shawn and Hunter both blanched and the shorter of the two emitted a bit of a squeak before throwing a nasty look at John. "Yeah, that might be a bit unsettling."

Amy rolled her eyes at the understatement, but Hunter looked over at her with a smirk. "It seems to me that you have been avoiding the question, Miss Dumas. Who are you going out with?"

"Benny."

"Oh. Damn, now I don't get to beat the crap out of anyone." John sulked. Everyone knew that Chris Benoit was one of the guys in the company who was always respectful to the Divas. 'As opposed to some of the other guys...' Shawn mused, thinking of guys like Snitzky and Chris Masters who sometimes wouldn't take no for an answer when it came to the women in the company.

"Yeah, it's just so sad that you don't get to try and intimidate a guy I really like. Just heartbreaking."

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Tig