Thank you all for the positive responses to this fic! It came out of left field...but I had funny writing a sexually dangerous Undertaker...if that makes any sense. Haha. And poor old Stone Cold is the perfect victim...
Anyway! Onto the story!
"Ho-ly shit."
Stone Cold Steve Austin, though he'd never spent a lot of time with the man, knew a few things about the Undertaker. He knew that he was a very lone-wolf type of guy, with a strong sense of justice. He knew that the man was often quiet about how he felt, but could whoop someone's ass if he needed to. He knew that some of the words used to describe him were Phenom, Leader, Loyal, Unstoppable.
Sensual was certainly not one of them.
But that's the only word that came to Austin's mind as he spent more and more time with the Undertaker.
In the ring, the Deadman was all business. But outside the ring...If he didn't know better, he'd think that the big man was trying to seduce him or something.
Of course, it was impossible to say for sure. But little things—a brush of the back of their hands together, a glance here and there, even a few invitations to go out a drink together—were starting to add up and create a picture that Stone Cold wasn't liking.
And now he found the Undertaker—once again getting dressed in his private locker room, just now buttoning up his shirt, but not before Stone Cold could catch a rare flash of the bare skin of his stomach and chest.
Against his will, he felt a strange flutter in his stomach.
'Oh hell no.'
"Look man," Austin joked nervously, hoping that his emotions were well hidden. "I know we're tag team champs and all, but if you keep hanging out in my locker room, people are going to think that we're doing more than just having matches together."
The Undertaker laughed in that evil-but-amused way that always made Stone Cold uncomfortable.
"So what? Let them talk. I'd like to see them try to say it my face."
Without a care in the world, he began to tie his freshly-washed hair into a long, tight braid, green eyes closed as he worked.
Though he'd never admit it to himself, Austin had started to enjoy watching the Undertaker unbraid his hair before a match, and then braid it again afterwards. For some reason, he didn't wear all that wonderful hair free and flowing when he wasn't in the ring.
"This isn't my natural hair color," he commented suddenly, much to Austin's embarrassment. He'd been caught staring—again.
"It's not?" Stone Cold asked nonchalantly, although he could feel his face becoming hot.
"Nope. Though I prefer black, it's red as a fuck."
Stone Cold tried not to snicker, and failed. "Damn, man. I'm sorry."
The Undertaker shrugged. "It could be worse, I guess...I mean, I don't know how it could be worse, but it could be."
Austin looked at the Deadman with a slightly increased sense of fondness. After all these years, the man seemed willing to open up to him...
Maybe he really was serious about this whole partner thing.
"Hey, Deadman...Wanna grab a drink? I'm sure we both have some crazy as hell stories to tell."
The Undertaker smiled mischievously. "Finally warming up to me?" he asked knowingly, smile only widening when Austin turned away to hide his embarrassment.
'Too easy,' the Deadman thought with a shake of his head. 'Way too easy.'
"Stop saying shit like that," Stone Cold was arguing, a hand on the back of his shaven head. "I just want to grab a drink with you. So do you want to, or not?"
Not wanting to push the smaller man too far all at once, but unable to resist, the Undertaker folded his arms across his chest.
"Hmmm," he mused, drawing it out for dramatic effect. "I'll have to check and see if I'm free tonight...But, I think I can make time for it." He reached into his bag, and pulled out, of all things, a small day planner.
"Yeah...I have a nice space right here, at 11pm. I'm free until the morning, Austin."
Once again, Stone Cold felt the heat rising in his face. With all his heart, he hated the low growl the Undertaker's voice held, and the way even innocent comments seemed filled with dark and dirty intentions.
I don't want to spend the whole damn night with you! Steve Austin wanted to say. But he figured that that's what the Undertaker wanted him to do. To get all flustered, and then have to explain why he was thinking about the two of them fucking all night, or something like that.
Instead, the Rattlesnake simply nodded, not taking the obvious bait, and hoping that his own intentions were clear...even if the other man's were not.
"Sounds good to me, Deadman. I'll meet you at 11."
Using all of his mental faculties, Austin pretended that he didn't see the quick flash in those green eyes, nor the dangerous smile that curled the Undertaker's lips.
The same word came to him again, and though he tried to shake it out of his head, Stone Cold knew that it was there to stay.
Sensual.
Oh, Undertaker, what evil are you planning...?
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