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
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Mark waited along side Raven for Shawn and Chris. This had probably been the most civil they had been in the past few days. Not a word was said between, up until Raven spied Shawn.
"He's going to be mine brother. I'm going to have the best looking mate in the clan and there's nothing you can do about it. You may be the leader, but I'm alot more charsimatic about things. That little scene you walked in on back at the doctor's office is just a taste of what's going to happen at the shoot."
Mark stiffened and chose to ignore his brother's comments. Sure Raven could get into Shawn's pants with the greatest of ease! That didn't mean anything. He could give Shawn the intellectual companion he needed . He could give him the world on the silver platter- HELL he could go out and bring him the heads of all those who bothered him in the past. And if that didn't scream love, Mark didn't know what did.
Shawn was more beautiful than when he had last seen him. He sighed gently as the two came forward.
"So Doc, how about we take your car?" Raven suggested casually. He knew Mark has absolutely no idea how to drive, so watching his older brother fumble around and end up asking for help. What would Shawn think of that?
"...Alright." MArk said after along time of thought. Their father had sent him some of the cars from his own personal collection to use. Wether or not that was a good idea was soon to be found out. Mark didn't know a thing about driving, and Raven liked to speed and was well known for stealing one of the cars to earn money in late night street races. Either way Mark would've felt much safer having Shawn or Chris drive. But he wasn't about to let Raven get one up on him by embaressing him like this.
They all went down to the car garage- and much to Raven's dismay- Mark had gotten Ric's favorite car, the cherry red t-top. That was the only car he hadn't gotten a chance to plifer for the night's activites.
"Wow, what a hot car!" Shawn exclaimed and got in the passenger side.
Raven and Chris got in the back, and Mark climbed into the driver's side. His legs immediately cramped into the dash. Ric was only six feet tall- Mark was six foot eight.
"Do you always drive cramped up like that?" Raven asked with a smug look on his face. He was enjoying watching Mark sweat. It was pay back for the damned head start he had gotten.
"No, I just got the car and I'm not sure where anything is..." Mark said truthfully.
"I know where the adjuster is, my brother used to have a car just like this one." Shawn smiled to the taller man and leaned over. He braced himself by putting a hand on his upper thigh and reached down between Mark's legs, underneath the seat. He pulled on the lever, and back Mark went- straight into Raven's legs.
"AHHH GOD!!"
"Oh, sorry Scott... But I need a lot of leg room up here." Mark smirked and put the key in the ignition. He started up the car but was absolutely perplexed as to what to do next. He had driven once or twice in his father's cars, but the last time he had done so, it was 1927. And the car was much more simple. There also wasn't as complicated stick shift.
"Don't know how to drive stick, Doc?" Raven asked beaming. Here it comes, he was going to ask for help. Shawn would see what a looser his brother was, and then this contest would be over.
"I'll help you- once you get used to it, it's really easy." Shawn offered. He put Mark's hand on the shifter, helping him shift to the proper gears as they drove to the studio. Mark had a smile that you couldn't whipe off with a high powered mop. They parked out front, and Raven was kicking himself- This was supposed to be a measure of revenge and it totally backfired. He rubbed his sore knee and followed them inside.
"How is it that you're so fuckin' lucky?" Raven whispered quietly to Mark as Shawn and Chris lead the way.
"I may be mortal... But I'm still leader of the clan. And when you're a leader, luck follows you where ever you go. And when you try to make a fool out of your older brother it only comes back to you."
"Do you always have to be right?"
"As I said before- I'm the leader. It's the law of the cosmos."
"We have to go change guys... Follow the signs to studio three." Shawn said as he and Chris walked into the dressing room.
"Too bad we can't go in there." Raven murmured as the door shut over.
Mark shook his head and pulled Raven done the hallway. They walked into the studio, mouthes a gape. The modeling buisness was a strange one, and there were definately loads of strange people abound. Mark walked past a man with three burmesse pythons, and six different piercings. He reached out to squeeze Raven's arm to get his attention. "Raven- are all mortals in this business like that guy back there?"
"I don't know- I've never been to a modeling shoot before- but I kind of like it."
"Oh ho ho! Gentlemen! Who do you work for and it had better be for me!" A man- in the loosest sense of the word- came up behind them and wrapped his arms around their waists.
Mark looked down at the man, blinking at all the sparkling glitter in his hair. He had on a teal blue cat suit with lepord print adorning it. He even had on face paint of the same color! "Who are you?!" He asked and pulled away from him.
"Oh such a tragedy! How could you not know who I am?! Me, the greatest photographer in the world to day- Rico Constantino! Now that you know who I am, who are you?"
"Dr. Mark Calloway..."
"Scott Levy." Raven recognized Rico- how could anyone not after you first look at him?! He had seenthe flamboyant photographer around town on his nightly runs. Though Rico frequented ultra posh nightclubs as oppsed to the dark ones Raven usually hung out in, when Rico was around you knew it.
"Oooh a doctor... So tell me doc, is there a Mrs. Calloway, and if so do you have a brother?!"
Mark looked down to Raven with a smug smile on his face. "Why yes, this is my step brother actually." He patted Raven on the shoulder.
"Ooohh you're kidding me! Well now, I-"
"Ricooooooo........." Chris said and turned him around. "Leave our friends alone! They came to watch us do our shoot, not get picked up by you."
"Oh, you're no fun! Well, we'd better get going then. Robes off, get on the stage, and we'll start this show!"
Raven motioned to two chairs and Mark joined him. Shawn and Chris removed their robes- making the other two men gasp. Shawn was only in a pair of dark blue boxer briefs, giving him a soft glow to his tanned skin. His long firty blonde hair cascaded down his muscular back as he sat down on one of the fixtures. Chris was equally beautiful in a red version of what Shawn was wearing, though his body was slightly more curvy and a little shorter than Shawn. He sat opposite of the older man to face the camera.
"What is he going to do?" Mark whispered to Raven. "Is he going to hurt them?!"
"Relax Mark... He's just going to take pictures of them for magazines and stuff."
"So people are going to see Shawn in his underwear?"
"Basically." Raven said and stretched out a little. "H-HEY! Mark! Where are you going?!" He shouted watching as his older brother walked up to Rico and smacked the camera out of his hand.
Rico looked up to the taller man with utter confusion. "What's the story, morning glory?"
"Where I come from, it is a crime to take pictures." Mark grumbled pulling Shawn off the set and to a corner in the back. "Why are you letting them take pictures of you in the nude?!"
Shawn was still a little stunned from Mark's earlier actions as he looked to him with his crystal blue eyes. "It's my job Mark. I'm an underwear model. I go to live fashion shows, prance around shaking my tush, people take pictures and I get paid!"
Mark looked absolutely shocked- and part of that was because of his upbringing. While Raven stayed home with Ric all his life and learned how to really enjoy life, Mark being the eldest was sent away to learn the traditions of being a true vampire from his mother. By the way, being a true vampire had nothing to do with how Ric taught Raven. Mark grew up in a warrior like way, learning bloodshed and torture rather than how to party. "What kind of culture capitalizes on sexuality like that! Sexuality is a private, beautiful thing to be shared with between lovers!"
Shawn glanced back to Raven who was openly hitting on Chris like no tomorrow. "But your brother seems to have no problem at all..."
"He was taught by a charlaten and liar." Mark muttered bitterly. "A man more worse than any on this very earth."
"Oh, and who is that?" Shawn asked a bit taken back by how bitter Mark was being.
"My father." Mark spat. "Lazy good for nothing son of a bitch... I'm sorry Shawn. Maybe I shouldn't have come after all. I didn't mean to interupt your 'shot', I'm still getting used to all the customs here. Everything's just so... different from what I'm used to."
"It's okay." He smiled warmly and grabbed his hand. "Rico has another camera and more rolls of film. No big deal. So where are you from?"
"A small country in Eastern Europe, but I was born here. I lived with my mother in Europe for most of my life. I just returned back to this city a few years ago."
"That's so cool!" Shawn exclaimed. "You're amazing Mark."
Mark turned pink which was quite possibly the only color his face had seen in all 700 years of his life. "You're pretty amazing yourself..."
"Since you're new in town, would you like me to show you around town tonight...?"
He couldn't believe his ears! He had heard beautiful things before including the compositions of Mozart and Bach live, but what Shawn had just proposed was quite possibly the best thing he had ever heard. "I... I would be honored..."
"Great! I'll come see you after six. Can I have your address?"
Mark felt like he was lighter than air as he wrote down his apartment number for Shawn. He handed him the sheet of paper, watching as the smaller man said something, smiled, and walked away. He placed his hand to his heart, suddenly feeling as if there was nothing more important than Shawn Michaels. Not even the clan mattered anymore.
TBC
Coming up next chapter:
Shawn and Mark have their first 'date'. Can Mark win over Shawn or will constant interuptions from his vampire life and brother Raven ruin the mood? Or will the sudden intrusion by an age old enemy take advantage of Mark in his mortal state...
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Mark waited along side Raven for Shawn and Chris. This had probably been the most civil they had been in the past few days. Not a word was said between, up until Raven spied Shawn.
"He's going to be mine brother. I'm going to have the best looking mate in the clan and there's nothing you can do about it. You may be the leader, but I'm alot more charsimatic about things. That little scene you walked in on back at the doctor's office is just a taste of what's going to happen at the shoot."
Mark stiffened and chose to ignore his brother's comments. Sure Raven could get into Shawn's pants with the greatest of ease! That didn't mean anything. He could give Shawn the intellectual companion he needed . He could give him the world on the silver platter- HELL he could go out and bring him the heads of all those who bothered him in the past. And if that didn't scream love, Mark didn't know what did.
Shawn was more beautiful than when he had last seen him. He sighed gently as the two came forward.
"So Doc, how about we take your car?" Raven suggested casually. He knew Mark has absolutely no idea how to drive, so watching his older brother fumble around and end up asking for help. What would Shawn think of that?
"...Alright." MArk said after along time of thought. Their father had sent him some of the cars from his own personal collection to use. Wether or not that was a good idea was soon to be found out. Mark didn't know a thing about driving, and Raven liked to speed and was well known for stealing one of the cars to earn money in late night street races. Either way Mark would've felt much safer having Shawn or Chris drive. But he wasn't about to let Raven get one up on him by embaressing him like this.
They all went down to the car garage- and much to Raven's dismay- Mark had gotten Ric's favorite car, the cherry red t-top. That was the only car he hadn't gotten a chance to plifer for the night's activites.
"Wow, what a hot car!" Shawn exclaimed and got in the passenger side.
Raven and Chris got in the back, and Mark climbed into the driver's side. His legs immediately cramped into the dash. Ric was only six feet tall- Mark was six foot eight.
"Do you always drive cramped up like that?" Raven asked with a smug look on his face. He was enjoying watching Mark sweat. It was pay back for the damned head start he had gotten.
"No, I just got the car and I'm not sure where anything is..." Mark said truthfully.
"I know where the adjuster is, my brother used to have a car just like this one." Shawn smiled to the taller man and leaned over. He braced himself by putting a hand on his upper thigh and reached down between Mark's legs, underneath the seat. He pulled on the lever, and back Mark went- straight into Raven's legs.
"AHHH GOD!!"
"Oh, sorry Scott... But I need a lot of leg room up here." Mark smirked and put the key in the ignition. He started up the car but was absolutely perplexed as to what to do next. He had driven once or twice in his father's cars, but the last time he had done so, it was 1927. And the car was much more simple. There also wasn't as complicated stick shift.
"Don't know how to drive stick, Doc?" Raven asked beaming. Here it comes, he was going to ask for help. Shawn would see what a looser his brother was, and then this contest would be over.
"I'll help you- once you get used to it, it's really easy." Shawn offered. He put Mark's hand on the shifter, helping him shift to the proper gears as they drove to the studio. Mark had a smile that you couldn't whipe off with a high powered mop. They parked out front, and Raven was kicking himself- This was supposed to be a measure of revenge and it totally backfired. He rubbed his sore knee and followed them inside.
"How is it that you're so fuckin' lucky?" Raven whispered quietly to Mark as Shawn and Chris lead the way.
"I may be mortal... But I'm still leader of the clan. And when you're a leader, luck follows you where ever you go. And when you try to make a fool out of your older brother it only comes back to you."
"Do you always have to be right?"
"As I said before- I'm the leader. It's the law of the cosmos."
"We have to go change guys... Follow the signs to studio three." Shawn said as he and Chris walked into the dressing room.
"Too bad we can't go in there." Raven murmured as the door shut over.
Mark shook his head and pulled Raven done the hallway. They walked into the studio, mouthes a gape. The modeling buisness was a strange one, and there were definately loads of strange people abound. Mark walked past a man with three burmesse pythons, and six different piercings. He reached out to squeeze Raven's arm to get his attention. "Raven- are all mortals in this business like that guy back there?"
"I don't know- I've never been to a modeling shoot before- but I kind of like it."
"Oh ho ho! Gentlemen! Who do you work for and it had better be for me!" A man- in the loosest sense of the word- came up behind them and wrapped his arms around their waists.
Mark looked down at the man, blinking at all the sparkling glitter in his hair. He had on a teal blue cat suit with lepord print adorning it. He even had on face paint of the same color! "Who are you?!" He asked and pulled away from him.
"Oh such a tragedy! How could you not know who I am?! Me, the greatest photographer in the world to day- Rico Constantino! Now that you know who I am, who are you?"
"Dr. Mark Calloway..."
"Scott Levy." Raven recognized Rico- how could anyone not after you first look at him?! He had seenthe flamboyant photographer around town on his nightly runs. Though Rico frequented ultra posh nightclubs as oppsed to the dark ones Raven usually hung out in, when Rico was around you knew it.
"Oooh a doctor... So tell me doc, is there a Mrs. Calloway, and if so do you have a brother?!"
Mark looked down to Raven with a smug smile on his face. "Why yes, this is my step brother actually." He patted Raven on the shoulder.
"Ooohh you're kidding me! Well now, I-"
"Ricooooooo........." Chris said and turned him around. "Leave our friends alone! They came to watch us do our shoot, not get picked up by you."
"Oh, you're no fun! Well, we'd better get going then. Robes off, get on the stage, and we'll start this show!"
Raven motioned to two chairs and Mark joined him. Shawn and Chris removed their robes- making the other two men gasp. Shawn was only in a pair of dark blue boxer briefs, giving him a soft glow to his tanned skin. His long firty blonde hair cascaded down his muscular back as he sat down on one of the fixtures. Chris was equally beautiful in a red version of what Shawn was wearing, though his body was slightly more curvy and a little shorter than Shawn. He sat opposite of the older man to face the camera.
"What is he going to do?" Mark whispered to Raven. "Is he going to hurt them?!"
"Relax Mark... He's just going to take pictures of them for magazines and stuff."
"So people are going to see Shawn in his underwear?"
"Basically." Raven said and stretched out a little. "H-HEY! Mark! Where are you going?!" He shouted watching as his older brother walked up to Rico and smacked the camera out of his hand.
Rico looked up to the taller man with utter confusion. "What's the story, morning glory?"
"Where I come from, it is a crime to take pictures." Mark grumbled pulling Shawn off the set and to a corner in the back. "Why are you letting them take pictures of you in the nude?!"
Shawn was still a little stunned from Mark's earlier actions as he looked to him with his crystal blue eyes. "It's my job Mark. I'm an underwear model. I go to live fashion shows, prance around shaking my tush, people take pictures and I get paid!"
Mark looked absolutely shocked- and part of that was because of his upbringing. While Raven stayed home with Ric all his life and learned how to really enjoy life, Mark being the eldest was sent away to learn the traditions of being a true vampire from his mother. By the way, being a true vampire had nothing to do with how Ric taught Raven. Mark grew up in a warrior like way, learning bloodshed and torture rather than how to party. "What kind of culture capitalizes on sexuality like that! Sexuality is a private, beautiful thing to be shared with between lovers!"
Shawn glanced back to Raven who was openly hitting on Chris like no tomorrow. "But your brother seems to have no problem at all..."
"He was taught by a charlaten and liar." Mark muttered bitterly. "A man more worse than any on this very earth."
"Oh, and who is that?" Shawn asked a bit taken back by how bitter Mark was being.
"My father." Mark spat. "Lazy good for nothing son of a bitch... I'm sorry Shawn. Maybe I shouldn't have come after all. I didn't mean to interupt your 'shot', I'm still getting used to all the customs here. Everything's just so... different from what I'm used to."
"It's okay." He smiled warmly and grabbed his hand. "Rico has another camera and more rolls of film. No big deal. So where are you from?"
"A small country in Eastern Europe, but I was born here. I lived with my mother in Europe for most of my life. I just returned back to this city a few years ago."
"That's so cool!" Shawn exclaimed. "You're amazing Mark."
Mark turned pink which was quite possibly the only color his face had seen in all 700 years of his life. "You're pretty amazing yourself..."
"Since you're new in town, would you like me to show you around town tonight...?"
He couldn't believe his ears! He had heard beautiful things before including the compositions of Mozart and Bach live, but what Shawn had just proposed was quite possibly the best thing he had ever heard. "I... I would be honored..."
"Great! I'll come see you after six. Can I have your address?"
Mark felt like he was lighter than air as he wrote down his apartment number for Shawn. He handed him the sheet of paper, watching as the smaller man said something, smiled, and walked away. He placed his hand to his heart, suddenly feeling as if there was nothing more important than Shawn Michaels. Not even the clan mattered anymore.
TBC
Coming up next chapter:
Shawn and Mark have their first 'date'. Can Mark win over Shawn or will constant interuptions from his vampire life and brother Raven ruin the mood? Or will the sudden intrusion by an age old enemy take advantage of Mark in his mortal state...
