When the next week rolled around, Scott's stomach stayed tied in knots. He figured that Glen would set out after RAW aired, so he had some time to think about what could happen. One was that Glen tackled him to bed and ravished him until he couldn't stand. And the other was that he was coming to tell him that he had gotten back with Mark and didn't want to see him anymore. Knowing that the second option was more than likely true put Scott in a foul mood that he had no qualms about taking it out on everyone else.

Thankfully he didn't have a spot in that nights show so he just sat back in the dressing room and watching as others went out minced around the ring, or did whatever it was they were doing. He had found a three-quarter of the way full bottle of whiskey in Kevin's bag and decided that it would be in his best interest he downed the bottle. Kevin might be mad at him, but it'd make what he was going to face later a hell of a lot easier for him to handle. After getting back to the hotel he straightened his room until nothing was out of place.

He was making his fourth trip around the room to see if he could see anything wrong when there was knock on the door. He looked down at his watch and swallowed as he opened the door. Glen stood on the other side, his hair pulled back in a pony tail and decked out in a black t-shirt and jeans. His face was impassive, his eyes dead as Scott motioned for him to come in. With a small nod he walked past the shorter man and went to stand near the end of the bed.

"Glen…." Scott breathed, he couldn't get past the air of sadness that swirled around him.

"Scott. I can't offer you what you want." Glen said matter-a-factly.

"Cause you're with Mark." Scott whispered, his heart constricting painfully in his chest.

"No. Because I don't want to hurt you."

"You? Hurt me? That's not possible Glen." Scott took a step forwards and placed his hand on Glen's arm, scowling when Glen moved away.

"Take my word on it." It was said harshly and Glen moved over towards the door. "I'd better be going."

"You drove over two hours just to say something that could have been said over the phone?" Scott scoffed. "Tell me what's going on."

"I-I-I can't. You wouldn't understand."

"Make me understand." Scott pleaded as he wrapped his arms around Glen from behind, pressing his cheek into Glen's back.

Glen reached around behind and grabbed Scott, dragging him so that he was plastered against his chest. His eyes were burning as his fingers lightly caressed Scott's face and neck. Scott shivered and leaned into the touches, sighing when Glen bent his head down to kiss him. Fire exploded between them and soon the gentle touches turned rough as hands groped and teeth nipped at lips and exposed skin.

At one point they ended up on the bed, Scott straddling Glen's waist as he rained kisses across his chest and shoulders. He had the feeling that Glen was holding back so doubled his efforts to tap into the passion that he knew was just under surface. He bit down hard on Glen's shoulder, smiling when he heard him gasp. He followed the bite with another one to Glen's throat and was rewarded with Glen writhing and moaning underneath him.

"Scott….stop….you…..don't……know……" Glen's panted words stopped when he rolled them over and started treating Scott to the same rough treatment.

He had never been on for pain play, but after each bite Glen would gently lap at the area to soothe the sting. His fingers were digging into Scott's waist and he was sure that he'd have bruises come the morning. Soon the pain was mixing with pleasure and Scott was arching into Glen's hands, babbling nonsense and begging for more.

The next morning Scott woke up and found himself wrapped in Glen's arms. He shifted slightly and moaned as his muscles protested the movement. The small sound was enough to wake Glen and he looked down at Scott warily.

"I told you I'd hurt you." He said quietly.

"Did you hear me complaining last night?" Scott quipped as he rose up and pressed a kiss to Glen's lips.

"You can barely move." Glen pointed out.

"I consider that a good night."

Glen growled frustratedly and climbed out of bed, hunting his clothes. Scott winced as he rolled over onto his side, but watched silently. When Glen was dressed he walked back over to the bed and looked down, his eyes once more dead from the inside.

"It would be in your best interest if we didn't see each other again."

Tears stung Scott's eyes and before he could voice his opinion Glen left the room, shutting the door behind quietly. Scott didn't know how long he lay there, but he was still in the position that Glen left him when Kevin let himself into the room. Wordlessly Scott all but flung himself into Kevin's arms, sobbing loudly as his heart finally shattered into a million tiny shards.

Mark was waiting for Glen in the lobby, scowling when he finally walked through. He seen the large bite marks on his neck and felt his blood boil as Glen passed him without speaking. Their combined bad mood seemed to be enough to keep every one away. Once back in their room Mark grabbed Glen and pushed him up against one of the walls. Glen's eye's flashed and his hands found themselves wrapped around Mark's neck. Their silent stand off lasted for several long minutes with neither man giving an inch.

Mark broke first, groaning as he attacked Glen's lips, nipping and licking until Glen allowed him entry. Their tongue's fought for dominance as they started to rip the clothing from each others bodies in their haste to feel skin against skin. Glen quickly took over and pushed Mark towards the bed then followed him down to the mattress. He left stinging nips along his shoulders and worked his way down his chest to his hips. Mark's hands fisted themselves in Glen's hair and he pulled hard when Glen bit down on his hip.

It was soon apparent that Glen was going to be the aggressor and Mark succumbed to the sensations that Glen was sending rocketing through his body. It was as if Glen was a man possessed his mouth and hands working their magic and leaving Mark panting for more. He was unprepared when Glen thrust into him and for a moment stars danced behind his eyelids from the pain. He was given little time to recoup but soon the pain melted away to pure unadulterated pleasure that had Mark writhing wantonly under Glen.

Glen's thrusts sped up and Mark knew that he was about to blow. He tightened his muscles taking pride in the fact that the simple action tore a roar from Glen's throat. Glen hovered over Mark for a moment before pulling out and rolling over onto his side to face the wall. The brush off sent a spike of pain through Mark and he moved so that he was spooned behind Glen. He placed his arm around Glen's waist, hoping that he would pull away. He didn't, but he also didn't melt into the embrace as he used to.

With a sad sigh Mark held on to Glen, feeling more lost than he had when Glen had been seeing Scott yet not knowing how to fix it or if he could.