Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, other than Nell.
Rated: T
Warning(s): Slash, Fluff, etc.
Dedication: LCHime

"Well, these are…" Kane took one of the freshly baked cookies and looked it over carefully.

"…I'm sure that they're absolutely delicious, Nell…" Zack trailed off, almost as wary as Kane.

"Delicious? Are you out of your -," tears started to well in the seven-year-olds eyes. "I mean, of course they'll be delicious."

Zack set the cookie back down onto the tray. "They're so delicious that I don't want to spoil my appetite and eat too many before dinner. How about we have some after we eat?"

Nell shook her head, that sweet smile never fading. The tears in her chocolate eyes had vanished. "No, silly. I've seen how much the two of you eat for dinner. You have room for one little cookie."

"Well, um, about that…" Zack trailed off, out of ideas.

This time, Kane made the save. "I can't eat them because I've… started a diet. Yeah… that. I can't have any sweets anymore. It's bad for my health." Kane breathed in relief as Nell seemed to accept that.

But then, her smile turned sickly sweet. She handed him the recipe that she had used. "Uncle JoMo has to watch his sugar too, 'cause Uncle Mike says he has a fear of being unattractive. That's why the recipe is sugar-free."

"Shit…" Kane mumbled underneath his breath.

"Oh, Mommy! Daddy said a bad word!" Nell jabbed her little finger in Kane's direction, before she ran over to Zack.

Zack batted his eyelashes and forced a smile, biting out between his truth, "Just eat the damn cookie, Kane."

"Maybe I don't want to eat the cookie, Zack." Kane bit back.

"You want to break Nell's fragile, developing self-esteem?" Zack pulled the psychology card.

"Do you want to kill me?" Kane asked.

As their little back and forth continued, Nell climbed onto the counter and took one of the cookies from the rim of the plate. These cookies had turned out a little better than the ones in the middle. Also, these were a different flavor. The ones on the rim were vanilla, while the ones in the middle were chocolate chip. And while Nell had baked all of the cookies, Mike had been the one to mix the batter from the chocolate chip cookies. He had even added a 'special' ingredient.

The bickering stopped completely when both men noticed Nell, sitting on the counter, happily munching on her sugar cookie. Maybe they weren't lethal after all… or maybe, she had found the one defective cookie in the batch. The rest of them still had the potential to be radioactive, or even nuclear. They should turn off the lights to test if they glowed in the dark, because they certainly didn't look like normal cookies. Nonchalantly, Nell reached forward and took another cookie.

Two could be coincidental, but when she took a third, it was hard to deny the evidence. Children tended to have a weaker constitution then a seasoned wrestler, so she would've been sick by now if they would have killed her. With a shrug, Zack reached out and took one of the chocolate chip cookies. It was small, so he was able to take it all into his mouth at once. He chomped down on it, waiting for the worst. He received nothing. And after a minute, Kane took a sugar cookie as well.

Zack fell back on the bed, breathless. The fire in his veins was now satiated, but only after four rounds of nearly violent sex. There was no doubt in his mind as to what had made those chocolate chip cookies look so abnormal. The Awesome One had put an aphrodisiac into the batter. He could have killed him, if he wasn't so exhausted. And Kane, well, Kane was almost catatonic. He fell down on the bed beside Zack, his arm falling heavily across Zack's chest.

Sweaty and sticky, Zack rolled out from underneath Kane's arm and climbed on top of the blankets. A cool blast of air from the air-conditioner hit his naked flesh full-force and he could barely contain a shiver. Before their four heated bouts of lovemaking, Kane had taken it upon himself to throw all of the cookies into the trashcan. He didn't want Nell to get her little hands on the 'tainted' chocolate chip cookies. But, he did have to admit, their affect on Zack was fucking hot.

"Hey, Kane?" Zack was still breathing heavily. His skin was hot and red and Kane reached over, turning on the nearest fan and twisting it around so that it blew cold air on Zack.

"What is it, baby?" Kane asked, brushing Zack's hair away from his face. "You still feeling feverish?" Zack shook his head and Kane felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Thank God. As much as I love you, I'm not sure I could take much more of that."

"Funny. No, it's not that. Actually, I wanted to tell you to remind me to thank Mike next time we see him." Kane raised an eyebrow. "And then kill him and tell him to stop tainting our precious baby's innocent brain."

Kane laughed, rolling onto his back and drawing Zack into his chest. "It's not her fault her Uncle is a pervert."

"Nah, but it is his fault that I'm not going to be able to walk for a week. For being a tired old man, you certainly can move." A dark blush dusted across his cheeks and he looked away.

"I am not old." But there was no real malice behind it, "And when you kill Mike, I want to be there."

Zack raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Who else will record it all for the enjoyment of the WWE Universe?" And both shared a laugh about it.

A/N: Just a short little ficlet. Nothing too heavy. I hope that you all enjoyed and I'll try to update more frequently. I took a bad fall last week and messed up my hip, but it's getting better. Hopefully I'll be back to 100% soon!