The owners of RAW arrived for their production meeting early Monday, but neither of them were prepared for what they saw. And that is saying a lot, considering what they had been broadcasting since taking over. Full male nudity, graphic sex, among other things were the staples of the new RAW since switching over to HBO. On the plus side, their ratings were even higher that the highest RAW during the Monday Night Wars.

"What the hell is going on here?" Erik and Alexx pushed their way through the crowd of talent.

"I dunno. 'Taker just went ballistic." Zack Ryder replied "I'm not sure if it's the whole Bearer thing or what, but he's been a real tool lately."

"Could I have everyone's attention, please." Erik announced "There is a reason why you are all on RAW. You're willing to push the envelope with your characters. I would appreciate in future, if someone from Smackdown asks to use you, that you would at least have the decency to let me know. I will deal with the Undertaker personally, assuming someone can tell me where he is."

"Just follow the mess." Randy Orton was one of the fortunate ones, not having to deal with a cranky Undertaker.

"Production meeting in fifteen minutes. I expect you all there." Erik stated "With the exception of you, you, and you. You've been sent to Smackdown."

Mark Henry, Michael Cole, and Michael Tarver looked at each other.

"They told me that they want to do something with Henry, Tarver just plain sucks, and Michael Cole, I have yet to figure out exactly how you've managed to keep your job for this long. The only time the ratings drop is when you have more than five words to say. I would put you in a match, but after the Big Dick Johnson fracas, I'm not taking any chances and even HBO won't allow me to air what amounts to a snuff film during prime time." Erik said "Anything else I was supposed to remind them?"

Alexx whispered something into Erik's ear.

"And that warning about touching my referee still stands. Contrary to Twitter rumours, Triple H is NOT injured. Now if you'll excuse me." Erik pushed past everyone, and went in search of his wayward Phenom.

...

The Undertaker was in a real bad mood. His plans to defect to Smackdown with Kane had literally gone to hell. Paul Bearer had been brought in, to Mark's original delight, and then the morons that pass for their creative team had decided that it would be a good idea to pull a swerve less than two weeks later. Add to that his frustration with the outcome of the incest match, where not only had he been the only person not to get off, but also being unable to find someone to satisfy him and Mark was on edge. He needed a conquest and he needed one right the fuck away. It was just a matter of who.

"Modest... to the top..."

Mark smiled for the first time in days. He'd found that someone.

Jeff didn't know what hit him. The second he'd laid eyes upon Mark, he knew something was up, but that was it. In seconds, 'Taker had him draped over his shoulder and he was being carried deep into the bowels of the arena.

"Markie, put me down!" Jeff struggled

"Oh, I'll put you down, alright." Mark chuckled "But not because you say so."

"Meanie!" Jeff began to pound Mark's back, trying to make the big man break the hold.

"Don't make me have to whip you." Mark growled.

Jeff whimpered. Mark's love of leather was well-known.

Kicking the door open to a currently-unused storage room, Mark finally did set Jeff back on his feet.

"Better?" His voice was husky with desire.

"Much." Jeff rubbed his arms to get some circulation back.

"Good. Now take those pretty little clothes off." Mark moaned, already removing his Harley-Davidson t-shirt. "Don't make me have to undress you."

"But why?" Jeff whined "You've always claimed that I wasn't your type."

"Right now, anyone is my type." Mark tugged at his belt. "Now clothes off, mouth closed, unless you wanna taste some leather."

Jeff knew it was helpless to resist and, sighing softly, began to undress.

"Yeah, that's it." Mark whispered, kicking his jeans to one side while he waited for Jeff. His erection was already tenting out the front of his briefs and Jeff, against his will, found that he couldn't stop staring at it.

"See something ya like, twink?" Mark also couldn't stop staring.

"Maybe?" Jeff purred, tossing his clothes into a pile. Naked as the day he was born, he presented himself to Mark. "Depends if you can use it." He pressed his palm against it. "You didn't seem to do much when we had you tied down."

Mark resisted the urge to throttle Jeff. Instead, he just smiled. "Well, Glenn ain't exactly GQ material, now is he? But you..." He reached down and rubbed Jeff's flaccid penis. "you make ninety percent of the locker room hard."

"Well, ya." Jeff wriggled free from Taker's grip. "The other ten percent wouldn't know a free blowjob if it jumped up and started sucking on them."

"Speaking of that," Mark lowered his underwear. "say hello to my not-so-little friend."

Jeff could resist a lot of things, but a throbbing cock was not one of them. He quickly knelt in front of Mark and curled his fingers around what Mark was giving him. Mark watched Jeff give his dick a few slow strokes. Normally this slow attention frustrated the Dead Man, but Jeff's fingers were so soft, and his touches were so light, that it sent an electrical charge right to his core.

This may be over a lot faster than I thought... Not since his first male love encounter, when he was sixteen, had Mark been this close to finishing this quickly. Jeff seemed to have a sixth sense about it and slowed his fingers, but it didn't have the desired effect.

"Jeff, please, I need you." Mark groaned

"My mouth or my ass?" Jeff asked

"It doesn't matter. I'm not going to last long either way." Brutally honest, yes, but not something he'd ever want to leak to the WWE.

"M'kay." Jeff released his hold. Mark expected that Jeff would take the easy way, and suck him off, but to his surprise he was wrong. Jeff quickly wet his entrance and then slammed Mark's pole inside him.

"Oh fuck..." Mark's knees buckled with the welcome friction.

Jeff wiggled his hips from side to side, intensifying the feelings. "You likey, Marky-Mark?"

"Bitch, don't ever fuckin' call me that." Mark grabbed two handfuls of Jeff's ass. He was the Undertaker after all, and that meant control of any situation he was in. He began to thrust deeply into Jeff, long strokes that brought Jeff as much pleasure as he himself was receiving. "No one calls me that..."

"Okies, Marky-Mark..." Jeff giggled

Mark continued to keep pace, or so it seemed. He was really trying to last longer than thirty seconds, but Jeff was just so tight. His breathing got louder, and his thrusts got more urgent as he fought against what his body desperately wanted.

"Come in my ass." Jeff whispered sluttily. "That's what you want, isn't it? Prove you're still the Big Dog, right?"

"Jeff, I..." The rest of Mark's words turned into a wolf-like howl as he released deep inside Jeff. Jeff squeezed his ass, draining every drop out of Mark before allowing him to pull out.

"I hope this means you won't be a grumpy-puss no more." Jeff leaned up against the wall. Mark noticed that he was still hard and the urge to do something that he'd never done before entered his mind.

"Maybe, but for now... thanks." Mark sighed

"Thanks?" Jeff repeated the word as if foreign. "Wha..." The rest of his question turned into a gasp when, in the span of two seconds, Mark reversed their positions and started sucking noisily on Jeff.

This came as a total surprise. Mark was a pleasure-taker, not a giver. This had been proved, confirmed, and reconfirmed by everyone Mark had intimate contact with.

A part of Jeff thought this was a joke, and instinctively he tried pushing Mark's mouth away, but 'Taker dug his fingers into Jeff's hip dents and held him in place while he continued to suck like his life depended on it. It was rushed, sloppy, and more than once Jeff felt 'Taker's teeth scrape roughly against him, but it was still enough to bring Jeff to orgasm almost as fast as he'd brought Mark.

"'Taker, Imma coming!" Receiving a blowjob from the Phenom was unexpected, but at least he wouldn't swallow. Not many of Jeff's partners did. That was the thought going through Jeff's mind, but either Mark wanted to, or he didn't hear the Enigma.

"Marky, you're gonna hafta stop or I'll..." Mark reached down and rubbed Jeff's balls.

Okay, so he heard me. Jeff bore down, trying to prevent himself from coming. Now that he knew what the outcome would be, he wanted to draw it out. Who knew when, if ever, it would happen again.

Mark mumbled something that sounded like "Fuckin' come already!" before overloading Jeff's senses with his mouth and fingers. Jeff looked down, and that was it. He shot into Mark's waiting mouth, stream after stream of him going down his throat until he could shoot no more. Eventually, Mark eased Jeff out of his mouth. Jeff slid down the wall, totally exhausted, and sat on the floor, watching as Mark quietly redressed.

"You better throw some clothes on unless you want me to carry you to the production meeting." Mark chuckled

Jeff didn't reply right away. His young mind was still trying to process what had just happened. Had Mark really just sucked him off or was it just a very vivid daydream?

"Fine have it your way." Mark, now dressed, picked Jeff up and slung him over his shoulder.

"EEK!" Just like he'd fought not to be taken in, Jeff now fought not to be dragged out. "Put me down..."

I wish I could've been at that production meeting when Mark and Jeff finally showed up... oh wait a minute, I was! Remind me to tell you about it sometime..."

Next time, a little change from the usual... I'm going to have some fun with the Nexus!