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I respect the actual beliefs and sexualities of the following wrestlers.

The thirty-first one is for slashdlite, Taker/Jeff/Kane. Enjoy!

Three's Company

Mark Calaway never waited.

He tapped his foot impatiently, looking at the door in front of him. He and his brother Glenn were in a car, waiting. No one kept Mark Calaway waiting. No one had the balls to. If he felt as if he had to spend an unnecessary second standing around because someone wasn't on time, that person would be buried alive.

"He's only doing this to test me," Mark grumbled, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.

"Well, if anyone could do it..." Glenn started, but Mark instantly backhanded his brother before he could finish the sentence.

"HEY!"

"Don't mess with me when I'm in my 'How dare that bitch make me wait' mood," Mark snapped.

"I bet you can't call him bitch to his face," Glenn said.

"I can do whatever I want."

"Oh really?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Well, now's your chance to prove it." Mark turned around and there, leaning against his window, was Jeff Hardy. And after one look at how pretty he was, his previous anger instantly dissipated.

Jeff had this ability to look good in anything, but when he tried to look good, it was almost overkill. And there he was, in a tight pair of jeans and an equally tight sky blue tank top, hair dyed to match.

Jeff smiled and kissed Mark's cheek. "Hi Mark!"

"Hey Jeff," Mark said, smiling back. As Jeff got into the back, Glenn pantomimed a whip while making the whooshing sound. Mark glared at him, but he just looked away innocently. Or he tried. Glenn and innocent weren't exactly a match made in heaven. It just made him look more guilty.

Jeff sat in that spot in the middle of the front seats and kissed Glenn on the cheek. "You boys missed me?"

"What kind of question is that?" Mark asked.

"Of course. It just isn't the same with without you," Glenn said.

"Good answers," Jeff said.

"So," Mark said, "What'd you tell brother dearest when it came time to ditch him?"

"I told him I was getting milk," Jeff said. Mark and Glenn exchanged a glance; Jeff couldn't really think Matt would believe he would take an all-night trip to get milk. But then again, this was a game they liked to play. Many people thought that Matt was still the shotgun toting older brother who scared off guys who obviously had one thing in mind for his pretty blonde brother, so they all played along. Matt even sat on the porch cleaning a shotgun the first time Mark and Glenn came to pick Jeff up.

But then again, back then, neither of them was totally positive that Matt wasn't really going to use the gun.

Some people said that the Brothers of Destruction shared Jeff. But that was really inaccurate. Although they both fucked him every now and again, neither of them owned him. Jeff owned them.

Maybe it was the way Jeff stole Mark's hat as a prank, or the way he used to mutter fiiiiiiire whenever Glenn passed by, or maybe it was the time Jeff just flat out told them he wasn't afraid of them- but the both of them were happy to let Jeff have them.

"So," Jeff said, rubbing his hands together, "Where are we going?"

"Hell," Glenn joked.

Mark laughed in the 'you're not funny' way and said, "Well, I was hoping we could drive around and find chicken so hot we'd think we were in hell."

"Check Mr. Spontaneous," Jeff said, gently nudging his shoulder.

"I thought I was the Deadman," Mark said.

"And I thought he was the Phenom," Glenn added. Mark glared at him, but Glenn was used to it by now.

"Well, you're also Mr. Sexy, Hot Stuff... and Big Daddy on special occasions," Jeff said, voice laced with seduction.

"And Our Cute Little Bunny Wunny on Sundays," Glenn said. That earned another backhand from Mark, which earned Mark a backhand from Jeff.

"What was that for?" Mark asked.

"You hit Glenn!" Jeff said. Mark turned back to the wheel again. Glenn made the whip-cracking sound again, and Mark cocked his hand back, but a glare from Jeff made him put his hand down. I'll get him when Jeff's not around, he thought grumpily.

They drove for a while, looking for a barbecque place, and then Jeff laid his head on Glenn's shoulder. "Are we there yet?"

"I don't know," Mark said, "You're the one who lives here; you tell me."

"But you're the one driving!" Jeff pouted, "I'm hungry."

"How could you deny that face?" Glenn asked.

"I want some damn barbecque, so we're going to drive until we find some damn barbecque," Mark snapped.

Jeff's pout became more and more pronounced, and Mark felt himself almost caving. But then Glenn tried to join in, and the pout was so hilarious that Mark found the strength to stick by his convictions and find a barbecque place.

"You tired, baby?" Glenn rubbed Jeff's head, smiling softly.

He shook his head. "You feel nice." Glenn's smile grew and he put an arm around Jeff, pulling him closer. Jeff's other hand went to Mark's leg, and even the normally gruff Undertaker had to smile.

Jeff just had that effect on people.

"Ooh!" Jeff jumped up in excitement. "Found it! Found it! Barbecque place at 3 o'clock."

Mark looked at it. "Honey, that's the 9 o'clock direction."

"It's whatever I want it to be," Jeff said, "Now drive! I'm hungry!"

"Who am I to deny a request like that?" Mark asked sarcastically.

**************

After they finished their dinner, they began to drive back to Mark and Glenn's hotel room. Jeff cuddled into Glenn, leaving Mark room to drive. "Fiiiiiiire," Jeff said, elongating the i.

Glenn sighed. "Don't start that."

"Fiiiiiiire."

"Jeff, please..."

"HOT FIIIIIIIIRE!"

"That's it, I give up!" Mark let go of the wheel. "I'm trying to drive."

"Then drive before you kill us!" Jeff said, kicking Mark. Mark put his hands in the air, and Jeff sat up. "Grab the wheel," Jeff ordered.

"Promise you two'll stop being distracting and I will!"

"How about we NOT DIE?" Glenn said.

"Mark, grab the wheel!" Jeff shouted. Jeff jumped on Mark's lap and gripped the steering wheel, driving in his lap. Mark, perfectly satisfied with the position, wrapped his arms around Jeff's waist. He was sure this was against the law, but the good thing about Jeff's home was that it was practically empty, so no police would find them.

Glenn crossed his arms, mad the feeling of his little Jeff was gone. Mark just chuckled and gave Glenn a triumphant look.

"Hey Glenn," Jeff said, seeing Glenn in the mirror. Glenn looked at Jeff, who gave him a smile so warm that Glenn was sure he melted. "I love you."

"Love you too, baby," Glenn said.

"What about me?" Mark asked.

Jeff's smile grew and pushed into Mark, delighting in the groan that came from his lips. "Of course I love you, Markie."

"I love you too, Cute Little Bunny Wunny," Glenn said. That's when Mark learned the downside of having his Jeff on his lap; he couldn't pimp slap Glenn.

But he loved the big lummox. He really did. Somewhere deep, DEEP down.

**************

"Why the three of you?" Matt once asked. It was right before their third date, and Matt wanted to know if Jeff was secure in a three-person relationship, especially when the other two were related by blood.

"Because we love each other," Jeff answered, and he stood by that answer. Even when Mark hit Glenn and Glenn heckled Mark, he knew. He didn't have to worry about anything.

Mark grabbed Jeff as soon as they got into the hotel room, pushing him into a lusty kiss. Jeff stood on tip toes, grabbing Mark's hair to make him go deeper. Glenn just watched, feeling his body respond to the sight.

Jeff pulled away, grinning. This is when he had his fun before they had their's. He began stripping slowly, watching their eyes grow more and more hungry. Once he was naked, he said, "Well, first person naked gets to fuck me."

Never was a greater prize offered. They both frantically started stripping, hitting each other to delay the other's progress. At last, Mark got naked first, and he gloated wordlessly while Glenn groaned.

Jeff chuckled and walked to Glenn, pressing their bodies together. "How about a consolation prize?" he asked. He dropped to his knees and licked Glenn, making him moan. Jeff turned to Mark and said, "Get yourself ready." Then, he turned back to Glenn, bracing himself as Glenn pushed the head of his cock between his lips.

Instantly Jeff sucked him, putting his mouth to work. "Fuck." Glenn pushed the head of his cock to the back of Jeff's throat and he moaned out. Jeff was way too good at this.

Mark lay on the bed and popped the cap of his lube before getting to work on himself. Something about watching them together just got him hard in seconds.

Just the knowledge that Mark was watching them Glenn's testicles tighten. He screamed as the pleasure tightened in his stomach. It moved throughout his whole body, finally pulsing out of his member and shooting into Jeff's mouth. Jeff tried his best to swallow all the cum, but some of it leaked out.

Glenn picked Jeff up and kissed him, tasting his juices and Jeff's unique taste. Jeff wrapped his legs around him and allowed him to carry him to the bed. He laid Jeff down and moved, allowing his brother to get his chance.

Mark pushed apart Jeff's legs, grinning when he heard the mewl. He played with himself a bit more, hoping he was lubricated enough, before he pushed into Jeff. "Mmm Mark," he moaned, pushing against him. Sure that it was more pleasure than pain, he began pushing into Jeff, his pace growing faster with each moment.

When Jeff let out the wail that meant his prostate was pushed, Glenn sat next to Jeff and wrapped his hand Jeff's swollen cock. Jeff gasped, unable to keep himself steady anymore. He was lost in the pleasure, pushing on Mark or into Glenn.

The sight made Mark speed up his thrusting and then, with one last slam, he was gone, filling Jeff to the brim. Jeff's whole body began shivering when that happened, pushing him into his own completion. Pleasure coursed through his body and his eyes rolled back as he burst all over Glenn's hand.

Mark pulled out and laid down next to Jeff. He pushed Jeff's back into his chest, spooning him, and Glenn laid his head against Jeff's chest. "Mmm," Mark said, "Perfect."

"As always," Jeff said, voice coming out in breaths. "Love you both."

"Same here," Mark said, patting his brother's head.

"Love you Jeff," Glenn said, kissing Jeff's belly, "Love you, Cute Little Bunny Wunny."

"THAT'S IT, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

Jeff shook his head in exasperation. Apparently, relaxing was out of their skill set. "Kill him off the bed. I'm going to sleep." Jeff tried to move, but Mark and Glenn held him still.

"You're not going anywhere," they both said. After all, they could put their sibling rivalry aside... just for him.

Fiiiiiiiire.

Next, we have Matt/Chris for Wrestlefan4. Then, we have Batista/Matt/Hunter/Jeff for Esha Napoleon. (That one'll take a while to work out.)

The if you liked this couple section has been removed due to having a headache and being unable to think of one besides slashdlite's story, and I don't want to recommend her own story.

Reviews, as always, are appreciated.