Mark's P.O.V.

I slowly opened my eyes, hearing the birds chirping outside the window. I turned my head and saw the spot next to me was empty. I slowly rolled out of bed and got dressed, heading downstairs. I walked into the kitchen to see Kane at the stove. He turned around hearing my boots thudding against the hard wood floor and smiled. He had a "Kiss The Cook" pink apron on and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Kiss the cook, huh? Don't mind if I do." I walked over and pressed my lips against his. We broke as he turned back around to flip the bacon in the frying pan.

"Mmm, good morning to you too." I smiled and sat down, the newspaper laying on the table. I picked it up and looked at the front. I shook my head, my eyebrows raised.

"Well, looks like everyone's attention is on us now." Kane turned around, serving a couple slices of bacon.

"Why do you say that?" I glanced at the title and chuckled.

"WWE Brothers The Undertaker and Kane Now More Than Brothers" I read, laughing in the middle. Kane rolled his eyes and served up some scrambled eggs. Just how I like them.

"There's gonna be a lot of talk at the arena when we get back." He chuckled as he cleared the stove of all the pots and pans and sat down, pouring me a glass of orange juice and then one for himself. I put the paper down and picked up my glass.

"Well, I say it was about time we came out of the closet." He laughed as we touched glasses and began to eat, enjoying our first stress free morning. After eating, I stood up, grabbing our plates. Kane stood up and tried to take them away from me.

"Nah, ah, I don't think so. You cook, I clean." He laughed and nodded, smacking me on the butt. I rolled my eyes and began cleaning up. Not two minutes later I heard heavy footsteps on the floor. I leaned back to see Kane running up the stairs and a door slamming. I dropped my dish rag and jogged up the stairs after him. I knocked on the bathroom door.

"You alright?" I was given a violent vomit as an answer.

"You're cooking isn't that bad." I commented as I walked in with a warm, wet rag. He panted as he glanced up, his complexion more paler than normal. I bent down and wiped his mouth and placed my hand on his forehead.

"You feeling okay? You're warm." He shook his head and quickly turned to vomit into the bowl once again. I rubbed his back soothingly as he emptied the contents of breakfast into the toilet. After he was done, he rinsed his mouth out with mouthwash. I grabbed his arm and slung it over my shoulders.

"C'mon. Back into bed you go." He groaned as I helped him back to the bedroom and laid him down. I stripped him of his shirt and placed a cool cloth over his forehead. I grabbed the thermometer from the medicine chest in the bathroom and sat down next to him.

"Say ahh." He opened his mouth, groaning.

"Not an ahh but good enough." I stuck it under his tongue and waited for the beeps. I took it out and glanced at it. My eyebrows raised in surprise.

"What is it?"

"103.4. You're bound to the bed today, mister." He sighed heavily and rested his hand on the cloth, pressing it against his forehead.

"My stomach feels like it's some dogs chew toy." I stood up and walked towards the door.

"I'll bring you something. Anything particular?" He tried to lift his head but groaned in response, his head hitting the pillow.

"A gun!" He shouted as I walked down the stairs. I laughed and shook my head. I stopped as I noticed a shadow moving across the window. I quickly and quietly grabbed the shotgun from the hallway closet. I made sure there were bullets as I pumped the gun and slowly approached the front door. I swallowed as I reached out and grabbed the doorknob. I swung the door open and pointed the gun in the face of the blond woman I saw yesterday. She put up her hands.

"Whoa. Easy there, tiger." I glared as I steadied the gun on my shoulder.

"What the hell do you want?" She smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

"I just wanna talk."

"About what?" She put her hand on the barrel and lowered it.

"About you." I stood my ground, my expression serious.

"I can't talk. My brother's sick in bed right now." She made a surprised face as she glanced up towards the staircase.

"Oh, really? I'm not too sure about that." I turned back only to have the woman jump on my back, her arms around my neck. I dropped the gun and tried to get the leach off me the best I could. I flipped her over my shoulder and slammed my foot on her chest, my eyes leaking anger. I heard a scream as my head shot up.

"Kane!" I called and quickly ran upstairs, stopping as I reached our bedroom. Kane was on his knees, a masked gunman holding a .57 magnum to the side of his head.

"Unless you want his brains all over this room, I suggest you get on your knees." I swallowed as Kane and I made eye contact.

"Please, let him go. He's sick." The gunman cocked the gun. This made me put my hands behind my head and slowly get down to my knees.

"Cuff him." Two men came behind me and put me in handcuffs.

"Drag 'em downstairs. Both of 'em." We were hauled downstairs into the living room. The gunman who had Kane walked over to the blond woman and helped her to her feet.

"You okay, sugar?" She dusted herself off and nodded.

"Who are you people?" I questioned, sweat trickling down my temple.

"Us? We are simply here to help you." The man bent down in front of me, his gun held in a tight grip.

"Don't you think we saw the tabloids?" Kane and I glanced at one another but my hair was grabbed roughly.

"No!" Kane shouted but was met with a kick to his ribs. He let out a cry as he crumbled to his side. I panted, trying to keep my emotions stable.

"Please, just let my brother go." I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. The man who had a hold of me simply looked me in the eyes and smirked.

"I think you two are more than just brothers. Wouldn't you guys think so?" He turned his head to his companions as they laughed and bent down next to Kane. I felt my body tense up as one of the assailants grabbed Kane by his shoulders, lifting him up.

"Why don't we have a little fun?" My eyes widened as the other man reached towards Kane's lower private areas. I tried to struggled but stopped when the cold metal of the man's gun touched my temple.

"You are not going anywhere." He looked at his henchmen and smirked.

"Do what you want with him." I felt tears fill my eyes as the man forced me to the floor, my cheek pressing against the wood.

"And you, my new friend, are going to watch." I felt my heart want to burst out of my chest as Kane was forced back to his knees. One of the men undid their belt and lowered their pants. Kane's eyes met mine and I saw fear mixed with the tears that were clouding his usual glowing eyes.

"Don't worry about me...I'll be fine..." I bit my lower lip as tears filled my eyes. I attempted to close my eyes but was punched in the head, a low groan coming out of my throat as blood spilled over my bottom lip.

"Mark!"

"Hey!" I glanced up to see the man had punched Kane in the face.

"You stick to your task, boy!" The man revealed his cock and Kane's face was forced in front of it. My bottom lip quivered as I watched my brother being forced to suck the man off. After a few minutes, Kane was tossed on his back and the man crawled on top of him, his hands forcing themselves in his pants. I tried to call out but my voice was too cracked to do so. Kane looked at me as I now had waterworks streaming down my face. He smiled and closed his eyes, both gunmen now staring down at him.

"Hey! Hey, wake up!" I sighed heavily in relief. I'm actually glad Kane was sick now.

"Shit. He's out. What do we do now?" The gunman above me pointed towards the couch.

"Toss him there. Make sure he can't go anywhere. We'll deal with him when he wakes up. But for now..." He looked down at me and yanked me to my feet.

"We have some business to discuss..." He chuckled evilly as I took one last look at Kane who cracked one eye open and winked, giving me a smirk. I was dragged into the kitchen as Kane closed his eyes and remained stiff. Whatever Kane had in mind, he better act fast or were both as good as dead.