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: Adult themes as well as Slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).

A/N: This is for HellsOwnBelle. I hope she likes it as well as y'all.

A/N 2: One-shot Updates - The Rock/Punk, Randy/Kofi, Sheamus/Punk, Miz/Kofi, & John Cena/Cody Rhodes.

I'm So Dead

Alex stared at the damage on the car. He couldn't believe that he wrecked the car. He couldn't believe that he wrecked Dwayne's car, that he wrecked Dwayne's baby. He didn't mean to wreck it. In fact, it wasn't his fault. He stopped because an ambulance was trying to get by and someone rear-ended him.

"I'm so dead," Alex said.

The police were called and the report was taken. He knew that Dwayne would know what happened before he got to tell him. Alex rubbed the side of his head as a bruise formed.

"Sir, do you need to go to the hospital?" the officer said.

"I'll be fine," he replied.

The officer looked at him. "Sir, did you hit your head on the steering wheel?"

"Yeah, but not that bad."

"How as the pain when you hit the wheel?"

Alex thought for a moment. "I'll be fine." His cellphone went off and he groaned.

The officer stared at him.

"My boyfriend is so gonna kill me," Alex said. "Hi, sweetie."

"You took my car out?"

"I was just going to the store."

"Kevin! What did I say about my cars?"

"Never take any of your cars out no matter what."

"Baby, I love you, but that is one simple rule."

"But the store is like ten minutes away."

"A lot can happen in ten minutes. I'm on my way."

Alex groaned again. "I'm so dead." He went and sat on the curb. He debated if he should walk home or just stay there.

He looked up when he saw a yellow Ferrari pull up. Alex groaned again. He knew he shouldn't have taken Dwayne's car out, but he wanted to drive it. He never got to drive any of the cars. He was just going to go to the store and come back. That was it. He watched as Dwayne got out of the car and went to his damaged vehicle. Alex's eyes grew wide when he saw who was Dwayne's passenger was: Evan Bourne, Dwayne's ex. Evan got out of the Ferrari and went to Dwayne's side.

Alex felt light-headed and nauseated as he watched them. He noticed how close the little sprite stood next to Dwayne. Alex slowly stood up and wavered a bit. He slowly breathed and passed out.

…

Alex slowly woke up and looked around. The room was white and smelled of citrus and disinfectant. White pain flashed behind his eyes. He put his hand to the side of his head which was now bruised and swollen. He remembered the accident and groaned.

"I'm so dead," he whispered.

He sat up and decided that he would rather make a run for it instead of staying in the room where his death would be inevitable even though it was in a hospital.

The door opened and a nurse stepped in. She smiled. "You're awake? You've been out of it for a few hours."

"Really?" Alex asked.

She nodded.

"Um...there isn't a mad Samoan out there, is there?"

She tilted her head. "With a very small man?"

Again, Alex groaned.

"Are you in pain?"

"Yes and no. I'm so dead. I already can see what's going to happen. He'll yell me out for taking one of his babies out without his permission. Then, to add insult to injury, he's going to break up with me and start dating Evan...again."

She stared at him as she took his vitals. "You really think that?"

"It's not the first time he's been mad at me. I washed one of his cars and I didn't know that I scratched it. My God did he yell at me. I can't do anything right. I can't make his favorite meal right, I can't fix the bed right, I can't wash his clothes right...I'm not Evan, Mr. Perfect."

"Mr. Perfect?"

"They were together before me and Dwayne got together. He talked about Evan for the first six months. Hell, he didn't even take down the pictures when we got together. There's still one up in the living room. Hell, the bedroom is void of any pictures of us while it was filled with pictures of them. Sometimes, I don't feel like I belong in that house."

"It sounds to me like you're in an abusive relationship," the nurse said. "Of course, I don't think that he's abusing you. I think you're just being hard on yourself. You know, when you were out, he was here holding your hand and was talking to you."

Alex stared at her.

"He was making promises of taking you away to the Bahamas, letting you drive any of his vehicles, anything so you can wake up."

"Really?" Alex asked.

"Yes, Kevin, really," Dwayne replied as he walked in.

The nurse smiled at her patient. "If you need me, just press the button." She left and closed the door behind her.

Alex looked down at his hands.

"How are you feeling?" Dwayne asked.

"Pain," he replied.

The older man nodded and went to side by his side. "Do you really think those things? Do you really think that you can't do anything right? Do you really think that you don't belong?"

"Yes, I think those things. Yes, I think I can't do anything right. It doesn't help when you hold Evan on a pedestal. And yes, I think I don't belong in that house."

Dwayne sighed. "Sweetheart, I do get mad sometimes when it comes to my cars. When it comes to cooking my meals, fixing the bed, and washing my clothes, you're great at that. When it comes to giving me massages, blowjobs, rocking my socks off...you're damn perfect. The whole picture thing...I'm sorry about that, but I just didn't want to pack a lot of stuff up when we move."

Alex stared at him. "Move?"

He nodded. "When I bought that house, I wanted it to be filled with love and kids. I thought that Evan could provide me with both, but we fell out of love. Besides, we only lasted about a year. I don't want to create dreams in that place when I'm with you. We've been together for two years and I hope to keep it going." He grabbed Alex's hand. "Kevin, I love you. When you passed out, I lost my shit."

"You did?"

"Oh hell yeah. I was almost sedated."

Alex chuckled.

"Baby, I love you and you're perfect for me. Don't you forget that." He kissed the back of his boyfriend's hand.

"Where are we moving to?"

"Not sure yet, but now that I've told you, where do you want to move?"

Alex shrugged his shoulders. "So...I'm not dead?"

"No," Dwayne said. "And if you want to drive my car, just ask me."

The younger man smiled. "Okay."

"Don't ever scare me like that either."

"Okay." Alex looked down. "Why is Evan with you?"

"He wanted to talk. We talked." Dwayne smiled at him. "Let's face it, you're stuck with me."

Alex smiled. Dwayne stood up and kissed him.

~Das Ende~