Disclaimer : I do not own any of the characters mentioned herein. This is pure fiction, written for entertainment only.

'FULL CIRCLE'

Title adapted from a song by Aerosmith.

There is slash and het in the story.

Main pairing – Mark/Jeff

Other characters – Shawn, Hunter, Glenn, Matt, Jericho, Rob, Dwayne, Kurt, Austin, Terri, Torrie, Trish. More characters may be introduced as story progresses.

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Chapter 1

When the top carders walked into their locker-room unannounced, the low to mid-carders stopped in the midst of their conversation, looking somewhat confused at their presence. It was explained a moment later.

"Sorry boys but our shower's not working, so we need to use yours." Having said that, Rikishi, with a towel slung over his shoulder and a bag in his hand, headed towards the shower stalls located at the back of the locker-room. Several others followed, seemingly in a hurry. Dwayne sauntered past, flashing his dazzling smile. Dashing and with very good looks, he was everyone's dreamboat, but he had a serious character flaw; he was a flirt. The man had such an inflated ego, knowing he was irresistible to both men and women and given the opportunity, he would flirt shamelessly. He stopped suddenly with the intention to do just that.

Kurt, who was behind him, cast him an exasperated look. "This is not the time, Dwayne! We won't be able to get seats if you keep dawdling, now move along!"

The show was over and everyone was eager to grab a shower and head out to one of many clubs for the night. It was the usual run after a show; head out to a bar or club for dinner and drinks, maybe pick up some guys or chicks while they were at it (depending on their preferences) and head back to their rooms for some fun. Or, they could save themselves the trouble by picking among the ring rats that hanged around after a show.

Dwayne turned to Kurt with raised eyebrows. "You know what your problem is Kurt? You're always rushing. You rush to the ring, you rush to use the bathroom, you even rush through your meals. What's the hurry? Listen, the Rock doesn't like to be rushed. No…no…no," he wagged his finger disapprovingly at Kurt, "the Rock likes to take things slow and easy, he's cool, composed, so don't tell the Rock what to do or he'll shove …."

"Will you haul your ass, or, do I have to do it for you?" Austin barked out in annoyance, cutting him off. He was waiting behind Chris Jericho who was behind Kurt.

"I give up!" Chris threw his hands in the air in exasperation and got out of the queue. He made up his mind to head back to his hotel room instead to get that much needed shower. It might take a little longer but looking at the number of people in the queue, he doubted it would take any much longer than waiting in line. As he was about to leave, his attention was caught by the young green-eye blonde standing next to his locker. It was Jeff Hardy and he was gawking at the superstars, completely star struck.

'Can't blame him, I'm the sexy beast after all,' Chris thought, wearing a smirk on his face as he moved up to chat with him. He blatantly ignored Matt who was standing right next to his brother.

"Hey Jeff," Chris rested a hand against the locker trapping Jeff between his body and the locker behind him.

Jeff grinned and responded enthusiastically, "Hi!" He knew Chris was hitting on him and he enjoyed the attention. Everyone knew that Chris Jericho only liked blondes. He had been trying to get to Jeff for a while but a certain relation was making it difficult to get him alone. Beside them, the older dark-hair Matt Hardy scowled before moving into action.

"Excuse me!" He grabbed Chris' hand and pulled it away. "What do you want?" he gave him a look of animosity.

Jeff opened his mouth to protest, Matt was always ruining it for him! He hated that they didn't have much money and Matt was so cautious about spending whatever little they had and they ended up staying in their room after shows most of the time with a bag of chips for dinner and the television to provide entertainment. Jeff thought it would be nice to go out for a change instead of being cooped up in their room and Chris was the answer to his prayers. However, Matt had other ideas. "Not a word from you, Jeff," he warned before turning his attention back to Chris. With arms on hips, he asked belligerently, "Why are you still here?"

Chris tsked in disappointment. "Come on man, I just want us to be friends. Can't we try to get along?"

Matt's eyes flashed. "Friends? I know about your reputation! I want you to listen to me good! My brother is not going to be just another number on your list!" he jabbed his finger at his chest, "Now, take a hike!"

Jeff looked on in dismay as Chris gave Matt a belligerent glare before leaving. He turned to his brother with a scowl, "Why did you do that for? He was going to ask me out!"

"Jeffrey Nero Hardy, you are not going out with him! You know he just wants to get into your pants and then, he'll dump you like yesterday's news! No one, and I mean, NO ONE, is going to take advantage of my baby brother as long as I'm around!" Matt stated adamantly. "Now, pack your stuff and let's head back. We can shower at the hotel."

Jeff almost swallowed his own tongue when he realized who just walked into their locker room. Several called out in greeting to them and were acknowledged.

"Jesus, we have to wait?" Mark gave a frustrated look at the queue.

"Let's go back to the hotel," Glenn suggested. He didn't want to wait either.

"Excuse us please," Matt said politely as he tried to maneuver past them to leave.

"Hh…hii…" Jeff gave a dopey grin as he stuttered out a greeting.

Glenn's mouth twitched. The boy was staring up at Mark with that hopeless look of adoration. Laughing inwardly, he waited for Mark's reaction, certain that his brother was not blind to the fact that the boy was enthralled by his holy presence.

Mark nodded, his mind registering they were the brothers that hailed from North Carolina, where his good friend, Ric Flair, resided. Mark made it his business to know everyone on the roster, being the commander and top dog in the locker-room.

"You're done already?" Mark asked surprise showing on his face.

"No, but it doesn't make sense to wait. We can shower back at the hotel," Matt responded.

"He's right, I don't want to wait much longer than necessary," Glenn agreed.

One last look at the queue and Mark made up his mind. "You're right, let's go." With long, big strides, he left the room with Glenn close behind him.

Jeff found his voice. "Hurry up, Matty!" and set off at a fast pace, trying to catch up with Mark and Glenn.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Matt gave him a perplexed look as he walked briskly alongside his brother.

"We can try to catch a ride back to the hotel with them," Jeff replied with a straight face. His heart thumped in excitement when he saw Mark and Glenn exiting, each man shouldering a bag. He jogged up to catch up with them.

"Wait Jeff, I don't think it's such a good idea …" Matt tried to dissuade his brother but he was already out the door. "Jeff!" he called out but when he made it out to the other side, his brother was already speaking to Mark and Glenn about getting a lift from them.

"Sure, hop in," Mark said graciously. Their hotel was not that far away and as Mark drove, Glenn asked inquisitively, "Don't you guys have a rental? I thought everyone is given a car allowance."

"Matty says we should try to save up, so we didn't hire a rental. We always try to get rides from the others as much as we can," Jeff explained, shooting a reproving look at his brother.

"Waste not, want not right?" Matt gave a weak grin and the next moment, Jeff yelped. He rubbed his thigh and pouted at Matt who had just pinched him for tattling on him. Matt wouldn't have mind normally but this was Mark and he didn't want him to have a bad impression of him.

"You boys have anything planned for tonight?" Mark asked, glancing at them in the mirror. Glenn looked at him in surprise, but Mark evaded his eyes. Mark was pretty much a loner like him. They seldom go clubbing except for special occasions, like celebrating a championship win with their friends. Both men preferred to spend a quiet evening in their room after a show, either reading or watching a pay movie on tv. Glenn thought they were going to do just that but apparently, Mark had changed his mind.

Matt opened his mouth but Jeff jumped in quickly, "We have nothing planned. Matty says we should just stay in and watch tv, he says it costs too much to go out and we never ever get to go anywhere," he said woefully. He yelped out loud again, shooting his brother an accusing look while rubbing furiously at the bruise he was certain was already forming on his thigh.

"I have free passes into a club, would you like to join us for a couple of drinks?" Mark asked and added when Matt started shaking his head, "Don't worry about the tab, I'll take care of it."

"We can't do that …" Matt started to say, but Mark cut him off, "I insist. You're both from North Carolina and Ric will have my hide if I don't take care of you," he offered in way of explanation.

Jeff gave his brother an imploring look and Matt succumbed. "Thank you then, we'll be glad to accept your invitation," Matt said with a grin.

Jeff wanted to jump for joy but he checked his emotions. He was finally going out on a date with his idol! Well, it wasn't exactly a date but it was the next best thing that could happen to him. The first time he saw Mark, he was in awe of him. He admired him from afar and tried to catch glimpses of him in and out of the arena. When Mark was in the ring, he would stay glued to the tv screen and watched his match, cheering on for him. His co-workers were amused but then again, Mark had an awe-inspiring presence and Jeff was relatively young to the business. It was understandable that he would idolize the Deadman as much as millions in the world.

Jeff squirmed in excitement, wondering if anything would come out of their outing.

"Meet us in the lobby at a quarter past ten," Mark instructed as he pulled into the parking lot. The boys thanked him for the ride and hurried off, they had about half an hour to get ready.

"What?" Mark asked when Glenn continued to give him that look when they stepped into the elevator.

"Do you mind explaining what just happened?" Glenn asked with an amused grin.

Mark shrugged casually, "I thought we could just show them around. I know how it is to be in that situation; not to be able to go out and eat in a nice restaurant because you're counting pennies. I was there once."

Glenn stared at him for a moment longer and decided to accept his explanation. "Do you actually have free passes?" he asked out of curiosity.

As they made their way out of the lift, Mark responded, "I do, but I promised them to Hunter and Shawn. I will explain to them, I'm sure they will understand."

Glenn shook his head, "Shawn is not going to like it."

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"What do you mean you're not giving them to us?" Shawn was crossed. He was on the phone with Mark who had just called to inform that he had changed his mind and needed the passes for himself. "But, we made plans already!" He turned away from his phone and yelled to his boyfriend who was in the bathroom, "Hunter! Mark just killed our plans for the night!"

Hunter stuck out his head, his hair dripping wet. "Did you say something, Shawnie? I couldn't hear with the shower running."

Shawn pouted and held out the phone to him, "Mark is a douche bag! He changed his mind about giving us the passes and now, our plans are ruined! Party pooper!" he shouted into the phone. On the other side, Mark winced.

Dripping wet and with a towel wrapped precariously around his waist, Hunter stepped out to take the phone from Shawn. "Mark?"

"I heard that!" Mark growled, resenting being called a douche bag.

Hunter grinned, "What's going on, Mark?" He listened as Mark explained the situation to him. "Sure, it's not a problem, we understand. You have a good time with the boys."

Once Hunter hanged up, Shawn grumbled, "I hate it when things don't go as planned. So, are we still going to the club, or do you want me to call the others and call it off?"

When Mark promised to give them the passes, Shawn had arranged with several of their co-workers to join them at the club for a night of revelry.

"We can still go because I know you're looking forward to it. Besides, it's rare we got to hang out with Mark and Glenn. They're going to be there, so the more the merrier! It will be fun!" Hunter grinned and rushed off to finish showering.

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Jeff gawked at everything, taking in the scene. They only had one club in their hometown and it was nothing like this. There was no doubt they had just entered a classy joint. A resplendent stage stood in front and a band was playing a bluesy rock number. The dance floor was crammed with bodies dancing to the beat. Being a Friday night, the place was packed and Mark guided them to their reserved table. Half-way there, he thought he heard someone calling his name above the guitar riffs. Looking around, he caught sight of Hunter waving to him from the other side of the room.

"Oh crap!" Mark muttered under his breath. He wasn't expecting anyone he knew to be there but it appeared almost everyone was there!

Glenn was enjoying Mark's predicament. He accepted Mark's explanation to take the brothers out but his gut feelings told him there was more to it when he noticed Mark was taking longer than usual to dress for the night out. He had his suspicion but wanted to see if the truth would unravel by the end of the night. Mark hesitated but finally headed somewhat reluctantly towards Hunter's table.

"It's time you got here, we were waiting for you," Hunter grinned. "Come on, grab a seat. We save some seats for you." The group shifted to make room for them.

"We don't see you two out often, what's the special occasion?" Austin asked, eyeing Jeff and Matt curiously.

Terri Runnels, the buxom blonde tittered and said, "Who cares Steve, they are here now, aren't they?" She leaned towards Mark, bending forward to reveal her cleavage to him. Mark couldn't help but ogled at her melons. She didn't wear a bra and her breasts were bursting in a tight low-cut hugging top. Heartened by his positive reaction, she hugged his arm towards her, pressing her breast against it. "Things are going to kick up a few notches now that you're here, Mark," she said in a provocative tone as she fluttered her fake lashes coyly at him.

Mark flushed and coughed, trying to disguise his discomfort. He shifted and tried to pull his arm away but Terri refused to let go. Instead, she placed his hand on her lap and deliberately moved it higher near her crotch. Mark felt the heat and for a moment, he wondered if she wore any panties beneath that tight mini skirt. Suddenly aware that all eyes were on them, he pulled his hand away and waved for the waitress to come over and take their orders.

Jeff's face fell when Terri first made her move on Mark, and it didn't go unnoticed. Shawn's eyes widened in realization and they darted from Jeff to Mark and to Terri as he studied Jeff's reactions carefully. Grinning impishly, he said, "Say Kurt, why don't you ask Terri to dance? She's aching to get on the floor and shake her booty!"

Kurt grinned widely. He would dance with a sexy lady anytime! But before he could get to his feet, Terri stood up and pulled at Mark's hand to follow. "Come and dance with me, Mark."

"Sorry, but I don't dance," Mark excused himself and hurried to the restroom instead. Immediately, Shawn got up to follow, gesturing to Hunter that he would be right back. Terri sighed in disappointment and went to the dance floor with Kurt instead. Torrie smiled sweetly at Matt and he immediately went up to her and asked her to dance. Dwayne whispered in Trish's ear and they left to join the others on the dance floor. Austin was content with his beer and engaged a conversation with Hunter.

Glenn downed his scotch and looked over at Jeff. The boy looked downright dejected. The excitement in his eyes was gone and Glenn knew the cause of it. Hesitating slightly, he finally got up and moved to sit beside him. "Aren't you enjoying yourself?" he enquired gently.

Jeff forced a smile to his face, "I'm fine." He sipped on his cola, his eyes wandering in the direction of the washroom where Mark had taken off. He turned back to Glenn, "Can I ask you something?"

"Ask away," Glenn responded.

Jeff mustered his courage. "Is Mark in a relationship?

Glenn chose his words carefully, "He was with someone but they have broken up. He's not with anyone at the moment, nothing serious as far as I know." Jeff looked relieved. "I know you like him," Glenn said and Jeff blushed furiously, "but to be honest, I don't know if he's into guys." Jeff's face fell.

"He…he never went out with a man before?" Jeff whispered and Glenn nodded and said, "We room together, so I should know. However, he's not himself tonight. He took extra care to groom himself for tonight and I don't know exactly why."

"It's because he knows she'll be here," Jeff said miserably, his eyes on Terri. Kurt was having a hard time trying to keep his hands off her. Her breasts were bouncing jauntily and she was teasing him by rubbing herself against him occasionally.

"We didn't know anyone else would be here and that's the truth," Glenn added when Jeff gave him a dubious look. Mark came back then with Shawn and he didn't look too happy.

"We're back!" Shawn chirped happily as he settled next to Hunter. "Glenn, why don't you ask Jeff to dance?"

"I don't know how to dance," Glenn replied, looking at Mark, hoping he would ask Jeff. However, he seemed oblivious and downed his whiskey in a shot and gestured to the waitress, asking for a bottle of whiskey. And just about then, Chris walked in with Rob Van Dam.

"Dude, I didn't know both of you will be here," Rob said as he sat down to join them.

"It was a last-minute decision," Glenn informed him. As the waitress came forward to take their orders, Chris immediately went to sit with Jeff. Matt was busy with Torrie and it was the opportunity he was waiting for.

"Hey," he looked skeptically at Jeff's cola. "I think you can do better than that," and proceeded to order tequila for him. He wasn't aware that Mark was watching them and was taken aback when Mark intervened. "He doesn't drink liquor, he'll stick to Cola."

The look on Mark's face warned him not to challenge him. Chris laughed uneasily, "Sure, no problem, another Cola then." Once their drinks were served, he grabbed Jeff's hand, "Come on, let's dance!"

Rob sensed something amiss when Mark's face darkened into a scowl as he watched Chris lead Jeff to the dance floor. "Am I missing something here?" he asked, following Mark's glowering glare.

"Looks like someone is jealous," Shawn teased and Mark turned to glower at him.

"Mind your own business, Shawn," he growled before downing his whiskey and pouring himself another shot.

"If you say so, Deadman," Shawn said playfully before pulling Hunter to the dance floor.

"Why are you in such a bad mood suddenly?" Austin asked, studying Mark carefully.

"I'm not in a bad mood!" Mark barked out sharply and downed his whiskey.

"You better go easy on the whiskey," Austin cautioned but Mark just grunted in reply. His eyes followed Jeff and he ached to wrap his hands around Chris' neck when he pulled Jeff closer to him. Fortunately, Matt noticed his brother was in dangerous hands and intervened. For the rest of the night, Jeff sat puzzled and disappointed that Mark didn't speak a word to him. An hour and a half later, Glenn decided that Mark had enough to drink. Mark got up somewhat unsteadily to his feet, ready to go. He realized he had drunk too much and far too quickly.

"Let me help you to your room," Terri offered, putting her arms around him to support him. She hoped Mark won't reject her. Ever since Mark broke off with Sable, she had her eye on him but he kept his distance. This might be her lucky night.

"I will take him," Glenn moved forward to help but Mark waved him away.

"I'm going with her," he said unsteadily.

Terri smirked in victory whilst Jeff lowered his head in misery.

…..

Terri gobbled him, taking his eight inch pulsating thick rod into her mouth. She sucked greedily, bobbing her head to take him deeper into her throat and grinned in response when Mark groaned in pleasure. She worked him for a while, running her tongue along his length, teasing the slit on the bulbous head with her tongue before engulfing the whole length into her mouth, slicking it with her saliva and applying vigorous suction to the head. Mark held her head to guide her, enjoying the expert ministrations as he thrust gently into her eager mouth. After a few minutes, he pulled her up so she was sitting on his face. Mark licked and lapped at her clit, drawing pleasurable moans from her. He tugged gently at the sensitive flesh with his teeth and Terri squealed, trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her juice flowed copiously and Mark had his fill, drinking and tasting her over and over again. His mouth and face was covered with her sex. She was so slick and wet and he was so hard. It was time. He pulled her down and she knew what to do. Holding his pulsating rod, she pressed the bulbous head against her slick opening and impaled herself fully to the hilt with a long hiss of pleasure.

"Markk… ohh…ohh…" she moaned and started riding his rod slowly. Mark was big and she was careful not to hurt herself. She shifted to ease the discomfort and soon, with Mark thrusting into her at a frantic pace and hitting her pleasure spot, pleasure overrode everything else and she was shrieking and bouncing eagerly on his cock, riding him hard to the finish. She came first and when she was done, Mark pushed two fingers into her with him still stuffed into her. Terri howled. Mark used his other hand to rub her clit to incite pleasure and before long, Terri was riding him and his fingers with wild abandonment. She couldn't care less if everyone on the floor heard her, she let herself be heard. Their bodies shined with perspiration as their lust seemed insatiable. Mark made her come again but he held himself back. When she was done, he climbed out of bed, holding her against him. He hefted her up to lean against the wall, pulling her legs around him and pounded into her like there was no tomorrow. She yelled, screamed and scratched and when Mark finally came, she came with him but she was barely conscious. She was utterly and thoroughly well fucked by the Deadman.

Mark pulled out and laid her on the bed before lying down beside her. After a moment's rest, he found himself still wanting; his lust had not been slated. His body begged for attention and he felt frustrated. The same thing happened with Sable. He couldn't figure out what was wrong then. Maybe he didn't love her, or she didn't love him and in the end, they decided it wasn't working out and broke off their relationship. He had waited, hoping someone would come along and Terri presented herself. But after his session with her, he finally realized what the problem was. He wanted to plough into a man and not a woman.

Shawn was right and it irked him that it was he who highlighted that possibility to him!

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I hope you know who Terri Runnels is.

I would like to take my time to write this story and I may not produce a chapter a week. It all depends on my muses.

Reviews are appreciated.