Chapter Two

The Undertaker and Kane strolled though the back-stage area of the Pepsi arena, tired and pissed. Everyone wisely stayed out of their way. For the last few weeks they'd been assholes all because of a woman. Not just any woman either, but Fury. Granted, everybody thought they were sharing her, especially after the little stunt they pulled with Test. For a little over four months now, Hell, from the very first time they had seen her, they wanted her. Both men fought how they felt, but it didn't help. They couldn't sleep. They couldn't think straight. Hell, they were lucky they hadn't killed anyone with the mood they'd been in. They were The Brothers of Destruction, Damn it!! They didn't need or want a woman! Of course, her five foot four inch, perfectly shaped body didn't help. The way her emerald-green eyes sparkled at them. They talked alot about how they felt about her, and they both knew they loved her. Just convincing her of that was the problem. Undertaker curled his fingers into fists as he thought of running his fingers though the fiery-red waves of her hair that flowed down her back to her perfectly, heart-shaped butt. Kane swallowed a groan as he thought of her lips on his. God, how he wanted that girl. She wouldn't let anyone close to her though, except him and Taker. He knew his brother wanted her as much as he did too. Unfortunatly, it seemed that the three of them were only meant to be friends. Yes, there was something truly different about Fury that turned him on. Too bad him and Taker didn't turn her on.

Fury turned her head just in time to see The Brothers of Destruction striding toward her. She could feel the sexual heat that seemed to radiate off them. She could hardly catch her breath when she saw them coming. Every time their eyes met hers, her heart flipped. Quickly she tore her gaze from them, grabbing her bag off her bike. She had to distance herself from them, but she wasn't quick enough. "Hey, how's the bike running?" Undertaker asked, referring to the carburetor he helped her with.
"Fine. thanks,"she replied, slipping the strap of her bag over her shoulder.

Fury had become well aware of The Undertaker and Kane over the last few weeks. She wasn't fairing much better than they were. Fury couldn't sleep either. The only difference was that she kept it all inside. Taker and Kane took it out on anyone they could. She was sototally conscious of their tall, powerful, and well muscled bodies. The way they moved and the way they carried themselves commanded attention from all, so it wasn't just her. Of course, the way their eyes lit up with fire when they looked at her didn't help her any. Their long hair just demanded for her to run her fingers through it and........well, it was just hard for her. She took a deep, steadying breath, smelling nothing except aftershave and leather. Yes, she was well aware of them. Taker's eyes stayed on Fury as him and Kane walked with her. 'Damn,' he thought to himself as he looked over her seductively, 'I bet she tastes like fucking heaven.' Kane looked down at her as she held hands with him and his brother.
' Shit! I'd love to just pin her ass against the wall and fuck her right here, in front of God and the whole damn company!' At just the thought of having her, he could feel himself harden. He wanted to make every single fantasy she had come true right here and right now. Hell, maybe even a few of his own. Thank goodiness they had reached the women's locker room. With a grateful sigh, Fury made her escape through the door.

Late that night, Taker rolled over and looked at the clock. 3 am. Damn! He was never going to get any sleep! With a sigh, he slowly slid out of bed and pulled on his clothes. Maybe a stiff drink or two would help him get some sleep. Grabbing the room key from the nightstand, he left the room.

He saw that some of the other wrestlers were hanging out in the bar. He really wanted to be alone, but no chance of that happening. Quietly, he walked in and took a seat at the table in the farthest corner. The bartender noticed him sitting there and causally walked over to him.
"Can I get you something sir?" The bartender asked. "A Jack and Coke. Hell, make it a double,"Taker grumbled. The bartender nodded and returned to the bar to get the drink. Taker's eyes scanned the room and there she was, sitting at the bar chatting. He couldn't believe it. She kept him awake all night in his dreams, and now she's here. He defianitly wasn't getting any sleep. Then, Fury saw him, but continued talking to Edge. Taker watched Fury closely. She sat on a bar stool next to Edge. She wore a pair of blue jeans and a low cut shirt which displayed her cleavage perfectly. God, how he wanted to suck on her breasts until she begged him to stop! She was smiling at Edge now. To his surprise, he felt jealous. He wanted to be the one that she was smiling at and laughing with. He wanted to be the one that she was sitting with. Edge had no business with Fury. He couldn't survive a woman as intense or as passionate as she was. No, she needed someone with equal intensity, a man not a boy like young Edge. Taker perked up as most of the wrestlers said good night to Fury and left. Now, she knew she'd have to deal with Taker.

With a sigh, she turned to see Undertaker walking towards her.
'Oh great,'she thought as she turned back to the bar and took a sip of her margarita,'Why couldn't he just stay where he was?' "I see your little blonde friend had to leave. Must have been past his bedtime," Undertaker said, taking a seat on the bar stool next to Fury.
"What are you doing here?"Fury asked, refusing to meet his gaze. "I came to have a drink," he replied honestly, "Thought maybe it would help me get some sleep."
"Oh," Fury said, "Where's your brother?" Undertaker smiled slightly and replied,"Who knows. Probably walking around somewhere. He wasn't in the room when I left."
"Well, maybe you should join him." "Why? I'd rather be here with you."
"And I'd rather you leave me the hell alone." "You sure are a smart ass."
"No," Fury said, meeting his gaze, pissed by his cool, aloof manner,"I'm just being honest. But you, on the other hand, are the one with the bitchy attitude." "Me?"
"Yes you! You and your brother! You've been walking around for the past few weeks with your heads up your asses. Biting and snarling at anyone who even sneezes wrong. I don't know what your guys' problems are, but you damn sure need to fix it." With that, Fury jumped down from her bar stool and headed to the elevator. She was fed up with Undertaker already. His attitude, his arrogance, and damn it, why did she have to be so attracted to him? And why the hell did he have to be so fucking sexy?
Impatiently, she pressed the elevator button trying to make it hurry up. Finally, the doors opened and she stepped inside with Taker on her heels. Stepping inside, he let the doors close behind him. He slammed his fist against the "stop elevator" button, then grabbed Fury by the shoulders, pinning her body against the wall of the elevator. She could feel the heat of his body. Could smell his unique scent. "What's our problem?!"he asked her in a fierce whisper, "Do you want to know what my problem is? It's you!"
"What are you talking about?" Fury asked, struggling with her feelings so she wouldn't jump in his arms, like the other Divas did day in and day out. "You know damn well what I'm talking about because you feel it too," Taker replied, grinding his hips into hers, "You know why I haven't been able to sleep and why I'm such an asshole lately."
"Damn you......." Fury's voice died as his mouth covered hers in a wild and passionate kiss. He kissed her hard and fast. He wanted her to feel the weeks of frustration, the nights of sleeplessness, and all the hours him and Kane spent talking about Fury's beautiful face. He felt the heat between them. With a groan, he also felt himself getting even harder, if that was possible. Fury felt something else. She felt fear. He was wild and reckless and she was scared. Just as abruptly as he kissed her, Taker broke the kiss, leaving them both panting. "You're the reason why I can't sleep at night. You're the reason why. I want you so bad I can't even think straight,"Taker breathed, his lips inches away from hers," I want to feel myself thrusting inside you. I wanna taste every inch of you. I want to fuck you til you can't even remember your own name."
"Please, don't,"Fury whispered as a war of emotions raged through her. "I want you," Undertaker bluntly said hauling her body to his, molding her soft frame to his solid one. Fury gave a slow shake of her head.
"But you can't have me,"she whispered, her heart pounding as her hand came to rest on his chest,"You....... you want tonight. I......I want what you can't give." " I always get what I want," he growled. Fury maneuvered around Undertaker to the elevator door. He turned and watched as she pressed the button for the elevator doors to open. She stepped though the doors and turned back to Undertaker.
"Not this time, Taker. Go find your brother," she said as the elevator doors closed. Undertaker's fist slammed against the elevator doors, denting them. "Damn it!" he exclaimed, "It's not over , Fury, not by a long shot"he whispered out loud.