In the Nights We Wept

Disclaimer- I don't own anything to do with the WWE. Remember this is AU wrestling world, meaning anything and everything can happen.

Warning- mentions of violence

Summary- Mark is offered a chance to grant one of his greatest desires, one he has longed for. What happens when a simple wish that seemed so harmless becomes not so flawless? Slash.


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Glenn was sitting at the table and bottle of whiskey and two glasses sitting in front of him, he was waiting for Mark to come back downstairs after he got Randy settled. Glenn glanced at the clock, checking the time. Mike would only sleep for so long before he would come and find Glenn, the younger man often found sleeping hard without his lover sleeping next to him.

Glenn heard the creaks and groan from the starts and Mark came down, within seconds Mark entered the kitchen taking a seat at the table, pouring himself a glass. Glenn did the same waiting for Mark to explain, Mark just cocked an eyebrow.

"Mind explaining?"

"I didn't ask for an explanation when you brought Mizanin into our house."

"That's different." Mark raised his glass taking a drink narrowing his eyes at Glenn from over the rim.

"How so?" Glenn growled and muttered something under his breath. Mark was very aware of how Mike got involved in their lives. He understand Glenn's need to protect the younger man.

"What happened to Orton?" Glenn directing the conversation away from his baby.

"Someone drugged him I think, I found him in behind the bar being stomped on by Nexus. Little bitches they are."

"You didn't kill them did you?" Glenn asking raising an eyebrow

"Nah they're breathing but they really shouldn't be." Mark ran an hand through his hair. "They came close to dislocating his shoulder, kind of surprised they weren't able to with Orton's shoulder problems, but it'll definitely be bothering him for the next couple of days. He's also got some nasty bruising along his ribs but I don't think he broke any. His wrist is a little bruised he might have broken his fall with it or something. He's covered in bruises and scraps. A nasty bump on the head to but no concussion." Glenn nodded.

"He'll live." Mark nodded and finished off his glass. Glenn did so also. Mark filled both their glasses once again. They sat there in silence neither of them talking, just enjoying the quiet. The silence was broken a short time later by a groan of the stairs, a second later a sleepy Mike entered the kitchen, he sleepily rubbed his eyes while searching for Glenn, walking over to the Big Red Monster he was pulled on the big man's lap. Mike tiredly curled up against Glenn's frame.

"Come to bed." Glenn looked at the clock, it was nearing 2:30am. Glenn emptied his glass and placed in back down standing up he scooped Mike up into his arms nodding a goodnight to Mark before walking to the stairs and to his bedroom that he shared with Mike. Gently placing Mike down on the bed watching as Mike curled into the pillow, Glenn left to do his business in the bathroom before returning and climbing into the bed next to Mike. Mike rolled over and settled against Glenn's side, his head using the pale man's chest as a pillow. Glenn kissed Mike's forehead before falling into a deep sleep.

Mark drained his cup, he walked over to the sink placing the glasses in it to be washed at a more decent hour. He walked over to the phone and dialled and number leaving a message knowing someone would here it at a more decent hour, he repeated the process for a second time using a different number. Once that was taken care of he locked the doors and shut off the lights, closing up for the night. Mark gave a soft whistle, and two dogs came running down the stairs. Mark pointed to their pillows watching as they settled down for the night. The first dog was a female West Siberian Laikas named Tarka, beside her laid a female Black Mouth Cur named Kabato. Since Mark and Glenn both had their dogs when Mike moved in Glenn had gone off and bought Mike his own little pet a little Singapura kitten which Mike had fallen in love with naming her Daya. The kitten still young had feared the dogs, even as she has gotten more used them she still avoided them, Daya was a mysterious cat and often hard to find. She made her presence known when she wanted food though.

Mark went upstairs to his room once the dogs were settled, stopping in the doorway watching Randy sleep soundly in the middle of his bed, the blankets were clutched in the younger man's grasp but other then that he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Mark gently closed the door over not shutting it all the way and walked off to one of the spare rooms, the last thing he needed was for Randy to wake up with Mark sleeping in the same bed next to him and have a major freak out. Mark stripped and climbed into the bed, drifting off into a fitful sleep.

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A.N I hadn't realised it had been such a long time since I updated this. My bad. Oh well it's updated now. It's not much but it's something, I was planning to write more but I'm so tired so I'm gonna go to bed instead and maybe write more tomorrow or soon.

Once again I'm not totally positive where this is going as a story but I'm kinda liking it.

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