Disclaimer : I do not own any of the characters mentioned herein. This is pure fiction, written for entertainment only.

Thank you all, I can't thank you enough for your support!

I'm keeping my fingers crossed that Taker will return at Vengeance this Sunday, I miss the Deadman. And thank God Jeff is back in action! He's in great shape and has grown his hair back. Sorry, fangirl moment ... lol ~

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Chapter 11

They stopped outside the door and Mark leaned down to kiss him. It was a slow, leisure kiss and he finally pulled away reluctantly. "I wish you can stay with me tonight but I can't send Glenn away."

Jeff nodded his understanding. "Don't worry about it. I'm glad we can still see each other, thanks for talking Matty around."

Mark laughed. "Let me deal with him if he gives you any more trouble. I'll see if I can arrange for Glenn to room with someone else when we get to California. I'll call you tomorrow morning and we can have breakfast together. Good night."

After making sure that Jeff locked the door, he made his way back to his room. Glenn was already settled in bed. Mark was about to step into the bathroom when he heard someone at the door.

"I'll get it, you go and shower," Glenn offered, getting out of bed but Mark gestured for him to stay.

"It's okay, I'll get it," Mark said as he made for the door. He was surprised to see Sable.

"Hey Mark, it has been awhile," she greeted him somewhat awkwardly.

"Sable," Mark acknowledged her with a nod. "Odd hour to be visiting, what do you want to see me about?"

She hesitated and Mark asked, "Do you want to come in and talk?"

"I would prefer to speak to you privately. I know it's late but I may not have another chance to …" her cell rang, interrupting her. She let out a sound of frustration as she glanced at the number on her screen but she didn't answer the call.

"I'm sorry but I have to go now. Can we meet for breakfast? I have something important to discuss with you."

"Why don't you just tell me now? I already made plans for the morning," Mark said.

"Please Mark, I really have to talk to you, it won't take up too much of your time," she looked pleadingly at him.

Mark hesitated but in the end, relented. "Where and when?"

"Seven, in the lobby, I wish to talk outside the hotel. Thanks Mark, I will see you then."

Mark watched her step safely into the lift before closing the door. He turned only to see Glenn sitting up in bed and giving him a frown of disapproval.

"Why did you agree to see her?" Glenn asked.

"She said it's important," Mark shrugged, "I'm curious to know what she has to say."

"What about Jeff? I thought you would want to have breakfast with him," Glenn said.

"I did arrange to have breakfast with him but I'll call him in the morning to meet him later," and signaled an end to the discussion by stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

"Damn that woman! What does she want with him?" Glenn muttered as he leaned back on the bed. He didn't approve of Mark seeing her again and somehow, he didn't think anything good would come out of it. But, there was nothing he could do about it. Suddenly, an idea hit him and he sat up. Picking up his phone, he quickly made the call before Mark came out. He was going to make sure his brother didn't fall prey into that woman's hands again!

-ooo—

She knew the minute she stepped in that she was going to be in trouble. Brock was waiting for her.

"Where the hell did you go?" he demanded to know as he held her wrist in a vice grip. She grimaced in pain and tried to free herself.

"You're not going anywhere until you tell me where you've been!" Brock was furious at her silence.

"Let me go first," she said, meeting his eyes boldly.

Brock released her and as she rubbed her wrist gingerly, she explained. "I know you don't like me to go out but I have to see Trish and the girls. It has been so long since I last spoke to any of them. I just wanted to catch up with them, so I went out with them for a few drinks."

"I hope for your sake that you're not lying to me," Brock warned but decided to accept her word. The clerk at reception had called the rooms of some of Sable's friends, Trish included and no one answered. They had gone out and he was inclined to believe Sable's explanation.

"I have no reason to lie to you. I left without telling you because you wouldn't have allowed me to go out otherwise," she said petulantly.

Brock sighed. "I'm not putting you under house arrest but you have to learn where to draw the line. I was worried about you just now."

"I can take care of myself. You have to give me my space, Brock, I can't stay cooped up in the room all the time, I feel stifled within these walls!" she complained.

Brock pulled her in gently and wrapped his arms around her, "I'm not a brute, I can compromise. Just tell me next time if you want to go out, no more slipping away. I want us to be able to talk openly about everything. I want our relationship to work. You do know that I love you, don't you?"

Sable leaned against him and sighed. "I know, but you're such a control freak and I'm afraid of you at times."

"I'm sorry, I know I have a bad temper and if I've frightened you, I didn't mean to."

Brock knew he was a control freak but he couldn't help himself. He was disciplined in his ways and he realized he shouldn't expect Sable to be the same. He should lighten up for both their sakes. The last thing he wanted was for her to run from him in fear.

"I promise I'll try to be less controlling," he said in a compromising tone.

"Prove it to me then. The girls ask me to join them for breakfast tomorrow, will you let me?" She prayed he would say yes, but if he refused, she had no choice but to slip off earlier to see Mark.

Brock hesitated but decided there was no reason to refuse her request. He nodded. "Okay, I'll be hitting the gym anyways and I don't want you to get bored waiting for me. You can go out with them."

She leaned up to kiss him gratefully, "Thank you."

Brock lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed in bridal fashion. He started removing her pants and undies and slipped off her blouse before crawling on top of her. "You're so beautiful," he slipped his hands beneath her bra to cup her voluptuous breasts before removing the cumbersome garment. She gasped as he bent and took a nipple into his mouth, tugging it gently between his teeth. She felt his hand move to her soft mound and his fingers rubbed at her clit, making her moan. Brock knew where her weak spots were. It didn't take long before she was wet and ready for him. He undressed and impaled her swiftly, both moaning out loud as he buried himself fully within her. As he started a fast pace, she wrapped her legs tightly around him, arching up to meet his thrusts eagerly. She cried out when he hit her spot and he quickened the pace. Beads of perspiration rolled with his exertions as he tried to hold off his impending orgasm by keeping still. He was rock hard and about to blow but he didn't want it to end so soon.

"Don't stop … please fuck me," she begged, urging him to continue by rubbing herself frantically against him.

He pulled out and she cried out in protest but moaned next when she felt his mouth on her soft core. He tongued her inner flesh and sucked on her clit and she shivered deliciously as waves of pleasurable sensations washed over her, making her toes tingle. After several moments, he inserted his fingers into her and worked furiously to bring her to the peak again. She finally came with a cry. As she rode on the waves of her orgasm, Brock impaled her quickly and thrust in and out furiously into her. A minute later, he came and shot his seeds deep within. Once he emptied himself, he pulled her to lie in the crook of his arms, gently brushing back the hair that was matted to the sides of her face with perspiration. Her eyes closed drowsily and she fell asleep before long.

"I love you," he whispered endearingly as he placed a soft kiss against her lips before falling asleep.

-ooo-

Jeff waited for Matt but he never came back. It was almost three o'clock and he was still hyper. His mind was on Mark and he wanted him badly. Picking up the phone, he rang his room and was rewarded when he heard his voice drifting sleepily over the phone.

"Mark? It's Jeff. Matty isn't here, I think he's staying with Torrie for the night. Would you like to come over?"

Mark came fully awake. "Give me a few minutes, I'll be right over!" Hanging up, he hopped off the bed quickly and pulled on jogging pants over his boxers.

Glenn was awakened by the phone call and turned to face him. "Where are you going?" he looked questionably at him.

"I'm going to stay with Jeff for the night, I'll see you in the morning," Mark informed him as he grabbed his wallet and cardkey and headed for the door.

"Hey," Glenn called out. Mark stopped and turned to him. "Don't forget to use protection," he snorted with laughter when Mark gave him the middle finger before leaving.

Glenn fluffed up his pillow and settled down to getting some sleep. He seriously hoped Jeff would tire Mark out enough to keep him from making his appointment with Sable in the morning.

Jeff opened the door when he heard the knock and threw himself at Mark.

Mark rumbled with pleasure as Jeff started kissing him feverishly. "Let's get inside," he closed the door with his heel with Jeff wrapped akimbo around him. Making his way to the bed, he leaned back with Jeff sitting astride on his lap. The boy immediately set about removing his shirt.

"You're a frisky pup, aren't you?" Mark teased laughingly as he pulled Jeff's shirt off. Both men got naked in record time and Mark set about pleasing his lover. He had only been with Jeff twice and he already knew what the boy liked. Jeff mewled softly as Mark tugged gently at his nipple with his teeth while his hands squeezed and kneaded his behind.

"Any chance you have any lube here?" Mark asked. Jeff was sore both times they were together and he didn't want to cause him any more discomfort if he could help it.

Jeff took off into the bathroom and came back with a bottle of hand moisturizer. "His girlfriend left it behind," he said as he popped open the cap and squeezed a generous amount into Mark's palm. Mark rubbed it all over his cock and asked, "Does your brother have any condoms around here?"

Jeff shook his head impatiently, "I don't know and I don't want to waste time looking for them. Who needs them anyways" and he pounced on him, sitting atop of him. "I want to play now," and started lavishing kisses all over his face.

Mark laughed as he pulled him in closer, "You won't get any arguments from me there," and he kissed him deeply. Jeff shivered deliciously as Mark's hands roamed all over him, inciting his senses.

"Mark …" he whimpered as he felt his fingers pushing into him.

"Easy there," Mark gently worked his fingers in and Jeff rocked against them, taking them deeper into him.

"So tight … and sweet," Mark murmured huskily as he thrust his fingers in and out of him while teasing his nipples with his teeth and tongue.

"I want you in me now … please," Jeff whimpered as his body shivered with anticipation. The last couple of times they were together, they had experimented going by whatever knowledge they possessed. It served them well enough but Mark wanted to be more adventurous.

"Turn around with your back to me," Mark instructed and Jeff did as told. He was now lying on top of Mark with his back against him. Mark fisted his meaty organ several times to get it rock hard before putting it at Jeff's entrance. He pushed in and Jeff shivered as he felt it go all the way in.

"So … so sweet …" Mark murmured endearingly before lifting Jeff's hips so he could thrust. He started slow and once Jeff was adjusted to his size, he picked up the pace.

"Ohh….." Jeff moaned deliriously as Mark slapped his body against him, his thrusts growing in urgency. Mark turned his head towards him and kissed him hard on the mouth, drowning his moans as his hand fisted around him rhythmically with his thrusts. Jeff bucked under the onslaught, thrusting into Mark's hand and then back down to take him deep within him.

"Come with me," Mark rasped out as he slammed into the boy frantically.

Jeff cried out, his eyes rolling back into his head as he came hard. His walls clenched around Mark's throbbing flesh in a vice grip, sending him over the edge. He growled as he shot spurts after spurts of his hot seeds deep within him, holding his hips down firmly against him. Jeff lay limp on top of him, mewling softly with exhaustion. Mark finally pulled out and shifted Jeff to lie down beside him. He laughed softly at the satiated look on the boy's face. "You look well fucked," he teased as he rested on one arm to study him appreciatively.

Jeff gave him a weak grin. "I am truly well fucked and by the Deadman nonetheless. It's a great feeling."

Mark's hand went down to stroke him. "Then, we should do it all over again, and again, if you can keep up with me."

Jeff groaned, "Give me a few minutes to recharge, I'm exhausted!"

"In that case, you rest and let me do the work."

Jeff squeaked suddenly when Mark flipped him over and lifted his hips up. Without preamble, he penetrated him in one smooth motion from behind. His cum in Jeff's tight hole were lubricant enough and he moved against him easily.

"Markkkk…." Jeff breathed out raggedly as Mark pounded into him at an unforgiving pace. The whole bed rocked hard under them. Heat flooded and spread from his groin, sending his senses to overdrive. Every part of him trembled while Mark continued to fuck him roughly. If he wasn't well fucked before, he was now. Mark stopped suddenly and pulled out.

"Don't!" Jeff cried out in protest, he was almost there. Mark pushed him down on his back and raised his legs onto his shoulders. He penetrated him again and continued with the hard pace.

"I want to see you come," Mark rasped out as he ground down hard against him, watching his face.

Jeff whimpered helplessly as he arched to meet his thrusts at a fevered pitch. "Ohh…. God…" he gasped and suddenly stilled, his mouth open in a choked cry as he shot streams of cum all over Mark's stomach and thighs. Mark thrust furiously, his eyes burning with lust and growls rumbling from his throat, and finally he climaxed. He collapsed on top of Jeff, still joined to him, panting harshly. After regaining his strength, he rolled onto the bed beside Jeff and pulled him into his arms. They fell asleep, completely satiated in each other's arms. Mark woke up three hours later feeling horny. He woke Jeff up and fucked him again, and again. They were completely out of it and neither knew what time it was or even cared. Both fell dead to the world when the first rays of sunlight peeked from between the curtains.

-ooo-

"How long do we have to wait?" Rob asked as he and Glenn waited at an unobtrusive corner of the lobby behind a pillar. It was already a quarter past seven and both Mark and Sable had yet to show up.

"I don't know but I'm praying Mark won't show up. I'm really counting on Jeff to keep him away," Glenn remarked with a smirk. His eyes were trained on the lift, expecting the doors to open any minute. After several minutes, he turned his attention back to Rob. "I'm sorry that I got you up earlier than usual and you have to miss your meditation session," he said apologetically.

"No problem, I can meditate anytime. I have a question; why are we doing this? We all know Mark hates it when people interfere in his business. Isn't it foolhardy to spy on him? What if he finds out?" Rob felt uneasy spying on their leader.

"Don't tell anyone this but I think Sable is trying to get back with Mark again. She's up to something and I can feel it in my gut! If she thinks she can string him along, she better think again! As for Mark finding out, you have nothing to worry about. All we have to do is to avoid being seen, but if we do get caught, leave him to me, I can handle him," Glenn assured him.

Rob digested what he had just told him. "If she's really trying to get back with him, what do you intend to do? We can't exactly walk up and physically haul Mark away from her. Do you have a plan?"

"Not exactly …" Glenn admitted sheepishly. "I was hoping Mark would walk away from whatever she's proposing, then, we don't have to do anything, but if he doesn't, then, I may just have to lock him up until he comes to his senses!"

It was no plan at all and Rob tried to talk Glenn to keep out of Mark's private life.

"Look, why are you worried? Mark has pretty good judgment. Don't you trust him to do the right thing?"

"Not when it comes to her. She just came back from leave and he's already distracted by her presence. Mark has a good head on his shoulders but there are times when he allows his heart to rule over his common sense. That's where I come in. I will give him the help he needs whether he likes it or not." Glenn was determined to do all he could to keep him and Sable apart.

"I don't know … this is his personal life and I don't think we should interfere. Why don't you just advise him to stay away from her?"

"I did but he wants to hear what she has to say. That's Mark for you. He's willing to give her a chance to explain herself and I just don't know what she's going to tell him," Glenn said with a worried frown.

"Well, we can't do anything to help until we know what she wants from him. You do know that she and Brock are together, don't you?"

Glenn nodded. "Yes, I know but I still don't trust her, never have and never will. She wanted to meet Mark outside and I knew instantly she was up to something. We just have to keep watch and make sure Mark doesn't fall into her trap."

"I understand you're just trying to protect your brother but I'm not too sure it's such a good idea to spy on him. He will turn the other cheek because you're his brother but I'll be in big trouble if he catches sight of us," Rob said nervously.

Glenn laughed. "Let me deal with him, he won't …. Wait … she's here!" he ducked behind the pillar and peeked out from behind it. She was glancing up and down the lobby, and then checked her watch, a frown on her face. She took out her cell from her purse and Glenn guessed she was going to call Mark.

He snickered. "Mark left in a hurry and left his cell behind. She won't be able to reach him."

"Well, that settles it then," Rob said with relief.

"Wait, she's going back into the lift." Glenn turned to Rob with a grin, "She must be heading to our room to look for Mark, but too bad nobody's in," he looked pleased with himself. "Jeff must have kept him up all night, good for him! Well, our job is done, let's go meditate and then eat. You can help me come up with a plan to keep Sable away."

"That's easy, just let Brock knows what she's up to. He'll keep her away from Mark," Rob said easily.

Glenn stared at him in surprise and slowly grinned. "Now, that's the best idea yet! I knew you were the right man to ask for help!"

Brock was the answer to his problem, but how to let him know what Sable was doing? He couldn't very well walk up to him and tell him that his girlfriend was trying to hit on his brother. No, he would have to be more subtle. Glenn was sure he would come up with something soon enough.

They left the hotel, making their way to the nearby park for his first Zen experience with Rob to guide him. He was looking forward to it.

-ooo—

"Matt, wake up!" Torrie shook him awake. She was already dressed and waiting on him.

Matt opened an eye and mumbled sleepily, "What is it?" he let out a big yawn as he stretched himself out.

"Let's go down for breakfast. It's already past eight, come on, get up! I have to go back and pack, we have a plane to catch this afternoon," she reminded him.

Matt sat up and blinked at the strange surroundings, suddenly remembering that they weren't at their hotel. He had convinced her to go out with him last night after giving her a bracelet encrusted with rose zircon stones. It cost more than he cared to pay but he was sure she would love it and she did. They had made out under the stars at the beach and then, she insisted they stayed at the inn facing the sea and he had relented.

"Can we go back to the hotel and have breakfast there? It's much cheaper than eating here." He had been spending a lot on her and his funds were dwindling down fast. He didn't want to have to turn to his dad for money.

She pouted up at him, "But, I want to eat here! Please?" she tugged at his arm and gave him a coy smile, "I'll give you some loving once we get back to the hotel."

Matt caved. "Okay, anything you want baby. Just let me wash up first."

He was in and out of the shower quickly and as they headed down for breakfast, he took out his cell to make a call.

"Who are you calling?" Torrie asked.

"My brother, I just want to make sure he's alright." He was beginning to feel somewhat guilty of constantly leaving his brother behind and that guilt increased ten folds when he realized he didn't leave him any money for food.

"Just a minute, I want to get something straight," she stopped him from making that call and turned him to face her. "I appreciate the gift and we had a wonderful time last night but you still have to keep your word to help me get Mark back with Terri."

Matt said seriously, "I didn't make any promises. I said I'll do what I can. I've already explained to you what happened yesterday, that Mark and Jeff are together. They are a couple now and no one is getting in between them, end of the story!"

Regardless of his relationship with Torrie, he had seen Mark's sincerity in wanting to build a relationship with his brother and didn't think it was right to break them up.

"But what am I supposed to tell Terri?" Torrie said petulantly, giving him a displeased look.

"Tell her to look somewhere else, she has got no future with Mark, and you can even tell her I said that!" Matt said brashly. He led her forward but she stood her ground.

"What has happened to you? Why are you talking to me like that? I thought you love me." Matt wasn't his compromising self and she wondered at the change in him.

"I do love you but you have to stop asking me to help you get Mark away from Jeff. Jeff's my brother and I love him and I will not allow anyone to hurt him, no exceptions! Do I make myself clear?" He wanted to be with her but not at the expense of his brother.

Torrie huffed and strode away, heading back the way they came from.

"Where are you going?" Matt went after her with an air of exasperation.

"I'm leaving, that's what I'm doing!" She pushed open the door to their room and headed to the bathroom to pick up her cosmetics bag. When she headed for the door, Matt barred her way.

"Do I mean so little to you that you put Terri's interest above me?" he asked her.

"She's my friend and she needs my help!"

"And Jeff's my brother and he needs my support! Is that so difficult to understand?"

When she kept silent, he appealed to her, "Please Torrie, don't make me choose. I refuse to hurt Jeff."

She paused in thought and finally said, "I don't know what to do, she's expecting me to help her and I can't turn my back on her. She took me under her wings when I first started with the company and I'm indebted to her."

"Listen," Matt put his hands around her and pulled her in gently, "I know you want to help her but Mark has made it clear that he wants to be with my brother and not her, and my brother is in love with him. How can we break them up? And you can't expect me to betray my own brother."

"I guess not," she admitted begrudgingly, "but Terri's not going to like it."

"She has to deal with it, like it or not. We can't always get what we want," Matt said.

Torrie nodded reluctantly. "Will you at least come with me and tell her? It'll be better coming from you since Mark told you personally that he wants to be with Jeff."

"No problem, I'll explain it to her," Matt agreed. "Can we go eat now?"

The couple headed downstairs for a leisurely breakfast. They had plenty of time to get back and pack and get to the airport to catch their flight. Matt called the hotel while waiting for their breakfast orders to be served, but the call wasn't picked up by Jeff.

"Mark? Is that you?" He should have known that Jeff would have Mark staying with him in his absence.

"Yeah," Mark responded and Matt heard him cursing suddenly under his breath.

"Hello?" Matt frowned at the background noises and then, Jeff's voice came over.

"Matty? What is it?"

"Just calling to check on you. I realize I forgot to leave any money for you, I'm really sorry," he said apologetically.

"It's okay, Mark will feed me, I won't starve," Jeff giggled.

Matt heard smacking noises in the background and heard the door closing.

"Are you still there?"

"I'm here, Mark had to leave, he's late for an appointment," Jeff explained.

"I'll be coming back soon, probably in an hour's time. Will you be alright?"

"Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself. Mark says he won't take long, he'll be back soon. I'm going to wash up and do some packing while waiting for him. Don't forget we have to leave this afternoon," he reminded his brother.

After promising his brother that he would be back soon, he ended the call.

"Mark stayed with him last night." There was a smile on his face as he informed Torrie.

Torrie said hesitatingly, "Sable's back and …" she stopped, uncertain whether to tell him. She had not spoken to Sable as yet but she heard from Trish that Sable wasn't happy in her relationship with Brock.

"And?" Matt encouraged her to continue but she decided not to. Trish didn't exactly tell her all the details but what she learned was that Sable wanted out from the relationship.

"It's nothing important, just girl's talk. Let's eat and head back, I have a lot of packing to do."

Torrie reminded herself to speak to Trish, but better still, to Sable, at the earliest opportunity to find out what was going on with her life.

-ooo-

Mark made his way back to his room. It was almost nine and he didn't bother to go down to the lobby, doubting that Sable would wait that long for him, she was not the most patient person. He realized he left his cell in his room when he wanted to call her and was heading back there to collect his cell. Glenn was not around when he opened the door and he was glad to have some privacy. He called her immediately and she was very unhappy that he missed the appointment.

"I'm sorry, I overslept. I can see you now if you want to," he said and she agreed, asking him to meet her in the lobby in five minutes.

She hanged up and turned to Trish, "I told Brock I'm having breakfast with you girls, please cover up for me if he asks. I'm going to meet Mark now. Brock's still at the gym but he's almost done. If he comes looking for me, tell him that I went out with Torrie. I'll talk to you when I get back!" and she dashed out of the door before Trish could stop her.

Trish sat back on her bed with a frown. Mark? Why was Sable meeting up with him? She knew her friend wasn't happy with her current beau but Sable did not tell her what she was going to do about it. Trish heard that Mark was going out with Jeff. What if Sable … no, she wouldn't be thinking of getting back with Mark again, or, could she? The whole situation made her feel uneasy. She collected her cardkey and purse and hurried out the door. Something told her to try and catch up with Sable and find out what she was doing with Mark.

-ooo—

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