A/N Mark and Glenn change in this chapter.

It was early hours of the morning, when two bikes roared into the garage, the thick falling snow covering their tracks, from where they had come from, god was on their side tonight. No one in the house heard the two figures stagger up the stairs, and head into the shower, washing the dirt and blood from their bodies. It had been a long night, pain and torture had come in. Mark ripped his outfit from his body, feeling the darkness leave him as each piece of clothing hit the floor, Glenn could see the relief in his husband's eyes as they had done what had needed to be done.

"Baby come here" Glenn opened his arms allowing his husband to feel the comfort, his head resting on Glenn's shoulder. His body actually shivering, hating the cold darkness that had took over his body. His eyes were slowly getting back to normal from the dark green almost black to the emerald green that his husband loved. Feeling Glenn's lips moving down his neck as his body reacted automatically to his lover's mouth, and hands, as they moved back under the shower again the heat from the water running over their bodies.

Mark looked down as he watched him, bend down to his knees, a groan came from deep inside him as Glenn took his throbbing cock into his mouth. His tongue running up and down his length, as his hand moved onto his husbands head, this was the second time tonight that Glenn had taken control, took away the pain Mark was feeling. Not hearing the bathroom door open, neither saw the woman peer through the steamy glass, her hand covering her mouth as she saw the blood running down the drain, the marks on both their bodies. It had been a bloody fight of that she could see, and Grahame had fought back, hard. Not wanting to disturb them, yet knowing she wouldn't sleep now, she stayed routed to the spot, as her lovers fucked each other. What had really happened tonight?

Mark and Glenn headed down the drive from their house onto the country road, the snow was thick and forecasted to drop heavier tonight, which was in their favour, it would cover their tracks. Glenn lead towards a large house, in a built up area, security wasn't that good. They knew how to get in, after watching the house for the last few days, they also knew that Debbie was away for the weekend all paid for by the men, what woman wouldn't go away on a free spa break all inclusive, she was a greedy bitch, but for the money they paid it would all be worth it, anonymous of course. Parking the bikes, in the side street, they headed towards the back of the house, Grahame was one of those idiots who thought he was beyond touching, hurting, so security was certainly not an issue. As the men entered the house via the unlocked back door, both men thought the same how stupid was this guy?.

Hearing the television on pretty loud, they smirked as that would cover the noise he would make, as well as any screams. As they approached the room, they were surprised that no one was there

"Did you think she wouldn't warn me?" both men turned to see Grahame behind them, a knife in his hand. So Mel had betrayed them had she, that hurt.

"Really?" Mark's eyes were flashing between green and black, the darkness was coming in, his anger high. Glenn put his hand out to stop his husband from knocking this man down, he wanted it to be painful and not knock him out now, it would be over in seconds if that happened.

"Yeah she called me, told me you were coming, something about still loving me and not wanting me to be hurt. How she finds you disgusting, how you forced her. You make me sick it isn't normal" Now both men knew that was a damn lie , the only reason, Mel would have called him, was to warn him and that was it, their little one had too soft a heart.

"You fucking lie" came out of Mark' mouth as he edged closer, never taking his eye from the knife, knowing he had the upper hand already. Grahame may be holding the knife but he had no damn idea how to use it, he was holding it all wrong, his stand was that of a man scared shitless, not someone with the upper hand.

"BOO!" Was all Glenn shouted behind the man, he dropped the knife in panic, Mark actually laughed, what the hell had, Mel seen in this little shit. Kicking the knife to the side, he didn't see Grahame make his move the bastard had another knife hidden, catching Mark he sliced through to the bone, fuck that hurt. Enough Mark changed his thoughts, going into The Undertaker Grahame didn't stand a chance, one minute he was standing the knife covered in Mark's blood , the next thing he was on the floor Mark's boot at his throat as his breath was stopped, his face going almost blue as he attempted to get the heavy object away from him.

"Drat I hope I ain't broke his voice box I want to hear this little shit beg" pulling him up as Grahame tried to get his breath back. Mark looked at the damage that had been done, seeing the blood oozing from the wound, well he would have to wait to sort it. This man needed a taste of his own medicine, letting Glenn take over he smirked as his husband beat the shit out of the man, each hit he asked if he was sorry, he must admit he actually admired the man he didn't give in too quickly. He knew how much his husbands fists hurt hell he had been on the end of them enough times in the ring, and on the odd occasion at home when he fucked up, which thank god was nowhere near as often as he had.

Glenn wasn't too impressed this guy was a piece of shit blood was pouring from his mouth, yet nothing, had Mark broken his voice box. Bringing his face close he sneered at him

"Come on Grahame you are all talk, shouting and loud at Mel what has you so quiet?" He spat blood at him, watching the anger come into the man's eyes, hating the mask, it scared him to be honest but if he gave either of these men a inch then he was dead.

"FUCK YOU!FUCK YOU BOTH"

"Nah darlin you ain't our type, we despise women beaters, and that is what you are, a snivelling, little shit, who will now know what it is like to feel how Mel did. Tell me son your last words before we continue" Grahame's eyes widened as he saw Mark now playing with one of his knives, the jagged edge, looked like it would slice through his flesh with no problem at all. In fact the guy looked like he would take great pleasure in peeling the skin from his body, whilst he was still alive. Oh god that was their plan, both men shot him the evilest grins, loving the fear showing on his face, he had just realised what was planned for him .How his night would end, bloody and a mess, but as usual they would cover their tracks they had him sign a declaration claiming he had hacked into Mel's account played around with the figures and misplaced her money. As he signed it he knew his job was over, there would be nothing left for him, should they choose to let him live.

Feeling each finger on his right hand break, he screamed begging now for his life

"Ahhh music to our ears, did Mel beg you to?" Hearing nothing but sobs, Mark grabbed the man's face in a hard grip

"WELL DID SHE? DID OUR LITTLE ONE BEG YOU NOT TO HURT HER?"

"YES, SHE BEGGED ME, AS I THREW HER AGAINST THE DESK, THE SHUTTER DOORS" The knife went in, the skin being pulled away from the bone as Glenn held him down, Mark did what he did best, his own brand of evil. His character had taken over, the darkness came over him worked the warmth from his blood, turning him to a cold evil killer, Glenn saw his husband change, knew how difficult it was for him, he would be there when he came back from the hell he was in. Promising himself that when this was over, he would speak with Vince, see if they could forget the tour. Mark watched the skin peel away, the knife cutting the flesh as if it was butter, the blood pouring down Grahame's back, the pain was excruciating.

"Please I beg nooooo more" he could feel himself going dizzy, he was losing too much blood

"Grahame, do you really think we would allow you to live? Allow you to take your revenge out on Mel?" Glenn held the man up, watching how much pain he was in

"Please Glenn I promise, I will never, I will….." he collapsed the pain too much

"Damn baby I think I went too far?" Mark looked up at his husband, then at the body, the blood on his hands, he felt Grahame's pulse, faint.

"Let him sleep darlin, when he wakes up, he will be in so much pain then we will continue." Glenn regretted it, Mark or should he say, The Undertaker, was having too much fun, this wasn't his beloved, this was the devil reincarnated. He only prayed Mark would come back to him. saying that he hadn't gone completely into his Kane character, when Grahame woke up, he would have the pleasure in meeting him. Grabbing some matches, he waited patiently for the man to wake up, hoping sooner rather than later, he fancied lighting something and flesh smelt the best, when blackening. Oh yes his time would come, but for now he would let The Undertaker finish his job.