Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with WWE or any song lyrics that is used as a muse. I also do not own the rights to any products or persons mentioned in the story as well.

Warning: There is harsh language and adult themes as well as Slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).

Chapter Ten

Mike piddled around the house, cradling his kitten. Ellie swatted at his fingers when he wiggled them in front of her. He sat down on the couch, cooing down at her. Wade watched it all in amusement. The Brit went back into the kitchen to make them lunch.

"Wade, baby, you need help?" Mike called.

"No, luv," Wade replied. "I've got it."

"What are you making?"

"I'm thinking sandwiches for right now."

"Sounds good." He wiggled his fingers in front of Ellie and she swatted at them. "What are we having for dinner?"

"I'm making a roast."

Mike smiled. "How about you, dear? Are you hungry?" He stood up and went into the kitchen. He placed her down next to her bowl.

Ellie looked up at him. "Meow."

"I'm getting you something, sweetie."

Wade chuckled as he made their sandwiches. "You know, you'll make a great Daddy."

"You think so?" Mike scooped a spoonful of wet cat food into her dish. He placed a cover over the can and placed it into the fridge.

"Yup."

"Do you want kids?"

Wade looked over at him and saw the doubt in Mike's blues. "Of course. We can adopt or have a surrogate carry our babies for us."

Mike smiled and then frowned. "Wade...do you ever have doubts of being with me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...what if you wanted a woman to be with instead of me? What if you want her to give birth to all of your babies? What if I was just an experiment? What if—"

Wade grabbed Mike by the shoulders. "Baby, I love you and I don't ever want to let you go. You are my light in the dark. I would walk through fire and ice for you. I love you, baby. Please, don't ever doubt that."

Mike stared into his fiance's eyes and saw nothing but truth and admiration. For the first time in a long while, he truly felt loved. He hugged the Brit close to him.

"God, I love you," Mike breathed.

"I love you too, Mikey," Wade said. "Now let's eat."

Mike let him go and sat down. "These look delicious."

Wade smiled and they began to eat.

"So, do you want to keep our engagement a secret or tell everyone?" Mike asked.

"I want to keep it a secret for a while...at least until we can get rid of Batista," Wade replied. "He would lose it if he found out."

Mike nodded as a cold chill ran down his spine. He did not want his former lover to find out about their plans to wed. He hoped that Dave would just leave and forget about him. What he did not know was that Dave was preoccupied with someone that Wade and he both knew.

…

Justin laid on top of Dave stroking his chest.

"How do you feel?" Dave asked.

"Wonderful," Justin breathed. He looked up at him. "You?"

"Oddly...complete."

Justin smiled. "Really?"

Dave nodded.

"Care to explain?"

"No."

Justin nodded and went back to stroking his chest. Dave watched him for a few moments before wrapping his arms around the smaller man. The South African giggled as he nuzzled into his chest. Dave laughed as he enjoyed the feeling.

Justin looked up at him and smiled. He felt safe and cared for when he was in Dave's arms. He did not want to let that go. Dave stared back at him. The larger man felt love and trust radiating from the younger man. It was feelings that he had longed for and something that he did not want to let go.

Then, both of their minds went to their obsessions. Justin felt guilt swell in his heart, guilt for cheating on Wade and wanting another. Dave was conflicted. He still loved Mike and was in love with Justin or what he thought was love. He still wanted Mike but also wanted Justin.

Justin just nuzzled back into Dave's chest & the large man just held him tighter.

…

Heath paced his room. He had not heard from Justin in two days. He was worried that something might have happened to his friend. If anything did, he would just die.

Heath plopped down onto his bed and rubbed his hands over his face. He wanted to make sure that Justin was safe. His friend had kept his distance from him ever since he hooked up with Batista.

"What if he kidnapped Justin?" Heath asked aloud. He immediately shook his head. "What if Batista raped him & that's why Justin is acting the way he is?"

Heath rolled onto his stomach and sighed. His cellphone vibrated and he fished it out from his pants. "Justin?"

"No, it's Zeke." There was a hint of disappointment in the older man's voice.

"Oh...sorry. What's up?"

"Just wanted to know if you wanted to go out, but it looks like your busy worrying about Justin. So...don't worry about it."

"I would love to go out with you."

"Say what?"

What the hell did I just say? "I would love to go out with you."

"Okay. Dinner and dancing?"

"That sounds great."

"Some of the guys from Raw would be at the club. I hope you don't mind."

"As long as I'm with you, I don't mind." Did I just say that?

"See you in the lobby say...in an hour?"

"Okay." Heath sat up. "What did I just do?"

He got ready and went to meet Zeke in the lobby.

"Hi," Zeke greeted.

Heath just stared at his stable-mate. He was wearing a red button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black slacks, and boots. His shades sat on top of his head.

"You...um...look really good," Heath stated.

Zeke smiled. "So do you."

Heath wore a white button up with blue jeans and boots.

"Ready?"

The ginger nodded and followed the black man to his car. Zeke took them to Applebee's. They were placed in a booth and sat across from each other. They shared an appetizer and tasted each other's meals. They even shared dessert.

Zeke took them to a club where some of the Raw roster was. He got them a table and ordered drinks.

"What would you like?" Zeke asked.

"You might think it's girly of me, but I like mixed drinks," Heath replied.

"I don't...I think it's cute."

Heath blushed.

"So what would you like?"

"AIDS."

Zeke stared at him.

"It's a stronger version of a Grateful Dead. If they don't know how to make it, then a Grateful Dead or A Reason to Live."

Zeke nodded and went off to get their drinks. Heath bopped his head to the beat as he scanned the club. His eyes fell onto Mason Ryan. The ginger quickly looked away. Zeke came back and sat down.

"What's wrong?" Zeke asked as he handed Heath his blue drink.

"Nothing." Heath took a sip of it. "Yum. A Reason to Live."

Zeke smiled before taking a swing of his beer.

"Do you want a taste?"

The black man nodded and took a sip. "Wow, that is good."

They talked a bit before heading out onto the dance-floor. They moved together as the beat bumped. Zeke's hands never left Heath's waist or any part of the smaller man's body. He wanted to feel Heath, to caress the flesh underneath the clothes, to kiss every part of that tanned skin, to just be with him. Heath enjoyed the feeling of being touched and wanted. He loved how Zeke's hands ran all over his body, claiming it as his property.

The younger man turned around and wrapped his arms around Zeke's neck when a slow song started. He rested his head onto the black man's shoulder and they swayed.

"This is nice," Heath stated.

"I'm glad that you're liking it," Zeke replied.

Heath caught Mason staring at them. The younger man chewed on his lower lip a bit before saying, "I'm getting really tired."

"You want to go back to your room?"

"No, how about yours? I missed sleeping beside you."

Zeke smirked and nodded.