A/N: I own nothing! I promise. I don't even own my soul or my sanity. Wal~Mart owns them. Sorry that this is so short, but Kevin muse is still MIA so I was trying to write this with only Taker muse. Kane muse is missing too, that's never good. But anyways, Enjoy! And if you see Kane muse and Kevin muse send them back, I need them. Well mainly Kane, he's got to much stuff depending on him to just up and disappear. lol

Kevin lay fuming in the dark, angry that he had been bested by Mark and Glen. He ran the entire encounter through his mind and tried to figure out when it had gone wrong. Obviously he had gotten too cocky and that was what had cost him his final prize. He tried to struggle against the leather but it just bit into his wrists until blood was drawn. The pain darted along his arms, startling them back to life and soon he wasn't just feeling the burning of the cuts but the pins and needles of blood rushing back to his hands and wrists. He wasn't worried about being forgotten, they had left but hadn't taken their bags. So they would be back, the question was; when?

Kevin and waiting had never went together and soon he was wriggling his way across the floor towards the bed. He had worked up a slight sweat and his hair clung to his face, obstructing some of his vision. He stopped and blew up, trying to move some of the hair, but it just floated back down to it's original position, with some of it getting into his mouth this time. A few minutes later he made it to the bed and he used his strength to rear up onto his knees. It sapped the rest of his reserves and he fell face forwards onto the bed. Sweat was now pouring off his face and he moved around until he was laying on his back staring at the ceiling. His breathing slowed and his body was running on pure instinct now. Every sound was them coming back to the room and he readied himself for a fight.

After a while his eyes drifted closed, his body worn out from his movment and his mind tired from it's constant running and re-running of the encounter. As he sunk lower and lower into a deep sleep his dreams took on a dark edge. He was plotting his revenge as he slept and a smile stretched his lips.

After leaving the room Mark and Glen headed down to the in hotel bar. They had some things to talk about, and Glen had the feeling that he was going to need a whole lot of liquid courage to get through it. For about five minutes they sat there and stared at one another, each one not wanting to get this particular conversation started.

"So...." Glen started.

"Yeah...." Mark said, drawing out the word as he stared into his drink.

"Look Mark. I'm not going to lie, I liked having you tied down and not able to do anything. And that bothers me to a point. The sight of anyone helpless to defend themselves against me shouldn't turn me on."

"Glen if I really wanted to be free. I would have been." Mark held his arm up so Glen could see his wrists. "A little thing like leather isn't going to stop me. Fact of the matter is, I liked being tied down by you. And I think you'd enjoy it if I did the same to you."

"Mark I'm sorry, but I'm not going to take the opportunity to find out. In fact I think that we need some time a part, to figure things out and what's going on." Glen stood up and looked at Mark sadly before he walked away.

They hadn't left the hotel so he just walked up to the front desk and rang the bell. If he was going to stick with his decision then he needed to be as far from Mark as he could be. The clerk showed up a minute later, a smile on her face as she looked Glen up and down.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes ma'am." He seen her scowl at the use of the word ma'am, but ignored it he wasn't looking for a bed warmer that night. "I need a room."

"Are you going to be the only one in it....sir?"

"Yes."

She turned her attention to the computer and started looking for an empty room. She tapped away on the keyboard and Glen stood there druming his fingers on the counter restlessly. His mind kept flashing back over what had happened between him and Mark. Glen's resolve was about to snap when the girl laid a key on the counter, smiling fakely at him.

"I trust a single bed is alright."

"Yes ma'am."

"Enjoy your stay." She may have been smiling but her voice was cold.

Glen nodded his head and took the key in his hand, it was two floors up from where his room had been and he let out a sigh. He headed over to the elevator and waited for the doors to slide open.

Mark sat at the table and stared at his drink. Glen had just broken up with him. Well that wasn't exactly true, they weren't together, so how could he break up with him. Still it felt as if the sun had been sucked out of Mark's life. He had watched Glen leave and never said a word, deep down feeling that Glen had a point. He had just thought that if things went south with them that he would be the one to call the end. Maybe Kevin was right, maybe he was the bitch of the relationship. After all Glen seemed to be in charge at all times, not him. And if he wasn't the bitch, why was he feeling lost without Glen?

He growled at his drink and drank it all in one gulp, relishing the feel of the burn as it slipped down his throat. He signaled the bartender over and told him to keep the drinks coming until last call. To his mind if he was trashed beyond reason then he couldn't thing about Glen, and if he couldn't think about Glen then it wouldn't hurt. And that's all he wanted, he wanted the hurt that ached deep down in his heart to stop. It was only 11:30pm and by the time 2:30am rolled around Mark was far gone, the empty glasses on the table totaling 25.

The bartender hesitantly walked over, not really wanting to get into a confrontation with the large drunk man. He tapped Mark on the shoulder then took two giant steps back. Blearily Mark lifted his head and blinked at the man, not really understanding where he was at that point.

"Hey buddy, it's closing time. You need to leave."

Mark growled but got to his feet. He had almost been asleep, pleasant dreams of Glen playing in his head. He wavered on his feet but headed out of the bar, trying to walk as straight as he could. He made it into the elevator but blacked out as it started moving. The dinging of the bell when it reached his floor didn't rouse him and it was when the elevator made the return trip to the lobby that his unconscious body was found. Luckily it was only Shawn and Hunter that stumbled upon him and between the two managed to get him into a standing position.

"Why looky here Shawn. We have a drunken Dead Man."

"Well what do you suppose we do with him?"

"We could take him back to our room and have our way with him." Hunter suggested.

"Nah." Shawn said after pretending to think it over. "I like my conquests to be sober. Besides I think that Glen would be upset if we snaked him away."

"I guess you're right. Let's just off load his drunk ass in his room and call it a night."

"Sounds like a plan."

The elevator stopped on the next floor and after fishing the key from his pocket Hunter and Shawn drug him down the hallway, one under each arm. They were both sweating by the time they reached his room and Hunter breathed a sigh of relief when he pushed the door open. The room was still dark so they didn't see Kevin tied up on the bed. As quick as they could they dropped Mark on the bed and left, closing the door behind them as they snickered about the state of his head come the morning.