Masquerade

Rating: R

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Taker/Shawn, some Raven/Shawn and other pairings for future chapters

Summary: An AU fic

Warning: S&M and loads of it in later chapters

Disclaimers: Not mine

AN: Sorry for the wait- I got inspired to write some very VERY interesting one shots- which I can't post here. -- If anyone's interested in reading them, ask me about it, gimme your email, and I'll send them :-P Oh, and as for Raven's conscience, that was my fault -- I just felt so bad for Shawn that I had to have some one be nice to him :-P))

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Raven had gotten up from Mark's attack and staggered after him.

Mark burst through the doors to his father's chambers. He knew his father didn't want to be disturbed... But to hell with that.

"Bastard..." Raven hissed as he shoved Mark.

"I warned you, Raven." Mark replied darkly as he strode inside. "Father! Father, where are you?!"

"Yeah, we need to talk to you!"

There came a loud moan of protest from the mahogany coffin in the middle of the room. The lid slid off and fell to the ground with a heavy thud. "You both know... That I was not supposed to be awakened... UNTILL the comming of the third millenia. Why... Why did you see it fit to awaken me now?! I'm in retirement, damn it!" Ric said as he rose up. He brushed cobwebs out of his shoulder length platinum hair. He shook his head and looked up at his two sons- both taller than him.

"HE'S TRYING TO STEAL MY MATE!" They both bellowed and pointed to each other.

Ric instantly brightened. "My boys are finally settling down for the good of the clan! This is great news! We should throw a big party..." He grinned and rubbed his hands together eagerly.

"We just had the annual mate search last night. All you think about his throwing lavish parties!" Mark barked.

"And all you think about is warfare." Ric snapped back. "When I was your age, I conquered all the surrounding clans and built this place up the ground up! I deserve to party when I want to party."

"Damn straight, dad!!" Raven cheered.

"Alright alright..." Ric said and crossed his arms. "So please... Some one explain this situation to me, hmm?"

Mark cleared his throat and began to explain about how Shawn came to the party, and how he had met him first... He finished by growling softly at his younger brother, telling about how he had tried to steal Shawn, and eventually took him back home.

"I deserve a right to mate with whom ever I want just as much as Mark does!" Raven shouted.

"Okay- I think I got the idea... You two both want the same mate- mortal, correct?"

They both nodded.

"Alright." He smiled slowly. "I'll make you both mortals for one month. You want to have a mortal mate, and you wanna fight for im', then you fight like mortals."

"Okay- I'm game." Raven nodded. "Make me mortal, pops!"

"Very well. Me too." Mark whispered. "But who'll lead the clan while we're mortal?"

Ric rolled his eyes. "Me, first born. I've ran this clan for 10,000 years. I think I can handle three weeks." He muttered as he pulled out a small vile of potion from a dusty shelf in the back of the room. "Both of you drink half- And keep in mind, you won't have those special vampire abilites you've got. You'll be 100% completely mortal."

Mark caught the bottle and drank half of it. He handed the rest to Raven. "Very well, Raven. May the best mortal win."

-The next morning-

Shawn walked into the physical therapy clinc for his appointment. He walked into the back room for his physical, stripping down into the white cotten gown. He sighed softly, swinging his legs as he sat down on the end of table.

Mark walked through the door, wearing a doctor's uniform. His clan was blessed with an abundance of dhampires- half vampires. They were able to get Mark everything he needed (along with Raven too...) from a doctor's license, social security number, a driver's license- though Mark had no clue how to drive- along with a job at Shawn's doctor's office... "Hello..."

Shawn turned around to look at Mark. "Hello, doctor." He smiled- but then frowned. He wasn't sure- but he knew this man from some where.

"Shawn Michaels?" Mark asked as he sat down on a chair in front of Shawn. He looked at the clip board like he had done countless times before, but he couldn't read the notes for the life of him.

Shawn smiled nervously. "That's me... What happened to Dr. Neil?"

"Dr. Neil is away... he decided to take a vacation. My name is Dr. Mark Calloway, and it is a pleasure to meet you." He said kissing the front of Shawn's hand.

The blonde blushed. "Oh... Nice to meet you too."

"Now, what can I do for you?" Mark asked tossing the clipboard away, deciding that he'd stop trying to ruin his mortal eyes.

"I need you to take a look at my progress on my surgery before I continue with my physical therapy- But doesn't it explain that on my charts?"

"I'm sure it does- but some one doesn't know how to write llegably..." Mark grumbled.

"Ohhh doctor's scrawl." Shawn smiled. "I take it you're the only doctor in the whole city who can write so everyone can read it?"

"I make it a point to let people know what I want." Mark said a little cooly. "Now uh, where did you have this surgery?" He asked picking up the clip board and pen again.

"My lower back..."

"And when?"

"8 months ago..."

"What exactly did you have done?"

"..." Shawn paused for a long time stareing down at his bare feet. "My spine was fused."

Mark watched Shawn's demenor, noting the sudden change in behavoir. A flicker of worry crossed his face. He reached out and took his hand. "And why..."

"My... ex-boyfriend sh-shoved me down two flight of stairs."

Rage filled the tall man. How could someone... anyone... EVER... do that to someone like Shawn..? He clenched his fist around the pen, his nails digging into the fleshy part of his hand. Blood began to form along the cresent shapped marks, dripping onto the floor below.

"Are you..okay?" Shawn asked gingerly noticing his blood.

"I'm fine." Mark said quietly. "But I fail to understand why someone would hurt you like that."

"He was a sick, sick man..." Shawn muttered glancing down again. "Oh well. He's out of my life now- Are you ready to look at my back now?" He asked as he untied his gown.

"Yes." Mark murmured watching the light material fall around to Shawn's front as the smaller man climbed onto his stomach. Shawn's body was beautiful, graceful, well toned. Mark wanted to trace his fingers over the lines of his muscles- but held back. He suddenly felt a surge of guilt... Maybe he should have chose a different position instead of Shawn's doctor. Mark could do this... He could show his potential mate that he would take care of him. "Is this the area?" Mark asked placing his finger tips along the scar. He glanced down at Shawn's boxers licking his lips slowly at how beautiful his buttocks looked beneath the thin material. He shook his head slowly, trying to concentrate.

"Yes." Shawn hissed quitely.

"Any intense pain?" Mark was glad for his training in the art of medicine and treatment- but Shawn was a mortal, not a vampire. There were some differences he had to becareful of.

"It's not so bad..." Shawn whispered.

"I don't feel anything distressing. YOu seem to be on the proper road to recovery." Mark said as he pressed his hands down on Shawn's back. He loved the feel of that soft slightly tanned skin beneath his large, pale hands. He loved how warm it felt, how Shawn quivered beneath his touch. It was amazing. "I don't see any reason as to why you shouldn't continue your physical thearpy." Mark unwilling pulled up his hands to take up his clip board again.

"They just wanted to make sure I wasn't over exerting myself. Are we done?"

"Yes, Shawn. You're all set- So... where do you work?" Mark ased casually. He wanted to know as much about his potential mate as he could.

Shawn began to get dressed, pulling on his jeans and a tee shirt. "I'm a model."

Mark kept a flare of jealousy down. He didn't know what a 'model' did, but he didn't like the sound of that word. "It must suit your beauty... To be a model..."

The smaller man turned bright pink. "Thank you... I think." He grinned brushing some loose strands of dirty blonde hair behind his ear. "Doctor... Would you be interested in coming to a shoot?"

Mark looked over to Shawn, his eyes wide. "Are you serious?"

"Y-Yes... I just thought maybe-"

"Of course I'll go." Mark said quickly reaching out to grab his hand. "I'd be honored.." He murmured, bringing Shawn's hand up tp his lips to kiss the front of it again. He turned his hand over, kissing Shawn's palm, his wrists, and forearm.

"Doctor..." Shawn blushed. "I have to go..."

"I understand. Go to your physical thearpy session." Mark pulled Shawn close to him, touching the side of his face gently.

"Okay..." Shawn murmured closing his eyes to enjoy Mark's gentle touch. He finally broke away, glancing up to stare into the taller man's light eyes as he backed slowly out the door. "Meet me in the waiting room at noon-- Bye!"

"Good bye... Shawn." He whispered placing a hand to his heart- almost startled by the beating he felt there. 'I forgot... I have a heart beat now...' A thought popped up in his head, a question he should have asked Shawn... 'what in the world is a shoot? And what does a model do during them? Are people going to shoot at Shawn?! I suppose I shall find out. I wish I would have taken more time to study mortal life...'

Raven was still getting used to not dodging the windows. He had worn mortal clothes before- but he didn't know anything about any of the procedures he had to do with Shawn. He may be more comfortable with being mortal than Mark- but his older brother had more knowledge of the medical field. He kept assuring himself that he could do this... 'Okay Raven, you can do this... Just make up medical sounding words and tell him to do push ups- That's what a physical thearpist does, right...?' He cursed inwardly, wondering why he didn't bother to look it up before agreeing to this as his job. He figured that getting a job that would be in close contact with Shawn- and one that was in the same building as his brother so he can keep an eye on him.

And it wasn't because of Shawn- it was because of his brother's lack of knowledge of the mortal world. Mark had no idea of how things worked here. 'Well... here I go.' Raven thought as he stepped through the doors to the waiting room.

Chris Jericho was waiting in the room, reading a people magazine with his picture on it. He had taken Shawn to everyone of these thearpy sessions- they never lasted too long. He brushed a long tendril of blonde hair back over his shoulder, looking up when he heard the door open.

There stood a man- one of the most attractive Chris had ever seen before- with a slightly lost look on his face. He brushed his braids back, looking from face to face in the room. "Ummm.... Shawn Michaels? Is Shawn Michaels here?"

Chris stood up walking over to him. "Hi..." He blushed, twirling a blonde lock in his fingers playfully. "I'm not Shawn... I'm his friend. He's still in with his doctor at the moment... My name's Chris... Chris Jericho."

"Scott Levy." Raven smiled and shook his hand. "So uh... It says here that you and Shawn live together?"

"Yeah, we're roommates. Work together too." Chris smiled and shifted on his hip. He was glad he wore his low riding jeans and favorite blue thong today- and by the looks he was getting from the other man, he was too.

"Oh really? Where do you work?"

"We're fashion models- mostly underwear."

Raven felt a surge of blood rush to his groin. "What a fitting career..."

Chris gave him a flirty grin, shifting his weight to back to his other leg. "Maybe you'd like to come down to the shoottoday..."

TBC.