Beauty Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: Don't own them Pairing: Shawn/Taker Summary: Shawn is kidnapped by the Dudleys and Paul Heyman... What will Taker have to do to get him back?

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The very next Thursday, Shawn was followed around by a camera man as he walked to Angle's office. "Oooh, I'm SO scared. I've got to go to the principal's office! What's he gonna do, paddle me for being bad..?" He laughed and winked into the camera. "Oh me oh my... Captain Ass clown is gonna yell at me! -Ah, and Chris, if you're watching this- Thanks for coining that word."

"Hey- Shawn! Shawn Michaels!"

Shawn grinned at the younger man- it was none other than John Cena, and obviously, he was in probably the same boat. "Hey!"

"Man, this is an honor." Cena said shaking his hand eagerly. "I've watched you forever."

"Thanks... Hey, you didn't write a rap about moi, did ya?"

Cena shook his head. "'Bout you? Hell no! I admire you, man. You came out like that infront of everyone like that last week! Not everyone has the courage to do that!"

"Well, I think everyone kinda knew already." He winked. "And sadly I think that's what I've been brought to Angle's office for."

"Aw man, he can't get all up in your ass for bein' gay! Oh wait- sorry I didn't mean it like that!" Cena said quickly.

"Nah, it's okay. But I DO want to antagonize him a little... You wanna help?"

Cena grinned broadly. "Oh hell yeah! Pestering Lumpy is my favorite thing to do!"

"Great! Then just be yourself..." Shawn winked at him and opened the door. "Kurty baby! Don't you look FABU? God, bald is SO hot on you!"

Cena almost choked, holding his laughter down some.

"Michaels... Sit down. You too, Cena." Angle growled, a little vein popping up in his forehead. "Both of you- that type of conduct is not acceptable for the Smackdown family audiance! You can't be carrying on like that with men, and YOU-" Angle turned to face John and almost turned purple. "You're what's wrong WITH America!"

Shawn stood up and put his hands on his hips. "Do you mean to say that you don't want gay people on Smackdown, Lumpy?! Do you know what that is? That's sexual discrimination! I am hurt deeply by this! I can't believe you Kurt.. I thought you were a good person! And I figured that when I came to Smackdown it would be a place of equal oppertunity... How wrong I was!" He sniffed and took the hankerchief out of Angle's pocket to blow his nose on itm then returned it to Kurt's pocket.

"Yeah man, what the hell is this?! You can't discriminate against him for bein' gay! You could get FIRED, Lumpy." Cena said and shook his head in shame.

Kurt's eyes got wide. "O-Oh... Shawn, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that!" He said frantically. "You be as gay as you want to be!"

"We PREFER the term queer, Lumpy." Shawn said curtly and walked out the door.

Cena just shook his head looking back at Kurt. "Hater." He flicked him off and followed Shawn into the hallway. "Damn man... I'm liking you already!"

"Thanks John- I'm liking you too. Hey, I gotta go. I promised Taker I'd come out with him for his match."

"Coo, okay."

Shawn waved good bye to John and made his way to his dressing room. On the way there, he passed the Dudleys whom didn't look to happy with the blonde. They shoved against him, sandwiching Shawn between their large bodies.

"Look, Michaels- we didn't apperciate the lack of respect last week." Bubba said growling softly.

"We're eighteen time-"

Shawn rolled his eyes dramatically. "World tag team champions. I know, you've told us alllllll the time like you have in the past. We're the Dudley Boys, blah blah blah. Please get something NEW to say for once, geez. Taker and I are the new champions. And speaking of which, I've got to go see my 'deader' half. Hah! Get it? Well, I don't expect much wit from you two, so if you're done trying to kill me with your stench, I'll be on my way." Shawn grinned and pushed past them.

"We got to see Angle about this, D-Von."

"Micahels won't be so happy when we get our hands on him for real." D-Von smacked his fists together, and headed for Angle's office.

"And tonight, as the main event... The phenom, the Undertaker- In a rare Smackdown! apperance!" Cole said excitedly.

"Yeah, and he's being accompained by none other than his tag team 'partner'- guess there's a double meaning to that word, huh Cole?"

"Oh yeah, Tazz! And what a partner he is!"

Mark rolled his eyes as he stroked Shawn's hair. They were backstage, taking a break from the cameras. "Are you sure you want to go out like this?"

Shawn 'mm'ed and looked up at his tall lover. "What...? You don't want me to walk out with you?"

"No, but I don't like when men oogle you. And what you're wearing..." Mark murmured looking down at his very sexily dressed lover.

"Stop being so conservative... I'm sure everyone's seen a person in a pair of skin tight leather pants before. Just because I'm wearing them shouldn't make any difference."

Mark sighed and put on his coat and hat. "Alright. Let's just get out there and head back to the hotel."

"Eager to get me into bed, Markie?" Shawn grinned and winked up at him.

"What do you think...?" The taller man grinned, reaching down to squeeze Shawn's ass through his tight pants.

"NOW I understand why you want me to change... It's not my outfit, it's what it's doing to you..." Shawn smiled broadly at him, wrapping his arms around his waist, seeing as how trying to get to Mark's shoulder's was not an easy thing to accomplish. He felt his lover's slight erection rubbing against his stomach making the blonde moan quietly. "Oh, Mark... Do you think we have time before we head out there..?"

Paul waddled up to the two lovers angrily. "What the hell are you two doing? We have to go out now! Can't you keep your hands off each other for two seconds?"

"Nope." Shawn smiled and squeezed Mark's large hand.

Mark's music started up as all the lights in the arena dim. The fans- what Mark was worried about went nuts. He wasn't sure what they would think now... But it seemed he had nothing to worry about. With Shawn on one side (he was doing his best to remain stoic through the long walk to the ring, but managed to sneak in a few waves to the crowd when Marl wasn't looking) and Paul carrying the urn on the other. He waited outside of the ring as Mark and Shawn climbed into the ring.

Hardcore Holly was already in the ring, and scowled at Shawn. He didn't approve of the skin tight pants, the equally tight tank top- basically he just didn't approve of Shawn Michaels in general.

"Whoa Tazz! Check out Shawn tonight!"

"Looks like those pants had to be sewed on to his body, Cole. They don't make im' that tight! ...Hey, looks like they're having a lover's spat in the ring!"

"Seems like the Undertaker wants Shawn to put his coat on to cover himself up..."

Tazz laughed as Shawn crossed his arms and shook his head no firmly at the coat in Mark's hand. "Shawn doesn't look too happy with that idea... To tell you the truth, I'm not sure I'm happy about that idea either!"

Both men in the ring turned around to face the announcement table. Mark pointed toward the announcers, and looked to Shawn again- holding out his coat forecfully. Shawn gave both men a weird look, and quickly put on the garmet, tying it around his waist tightly. He got out of the ring and joined Paul, shouting 'good luck' to his lover in the ring.

The match went fairly quickly- and Shawn kept his antics to an all time low. He knew Bob didn't like nonsense- and yes, normally that would drive him on to make more trouble... But out of respect for his lover, he remained a good boy.

Undertaker finished the match off with a tombstone piledriver pin. Shawn slid under the bottom rope, hopping up on his lover to wrap his legs around his waist.

"Here they go Cole!" Tazz said excitedly as Shawn and Mark started kissing slowly.

"I don't think Holly's liking this display of affection... He's shouting something dergatory to Shawn by the look on Taker's face."

"I know Bob, and normally he's a bit smater than this, Cole. You go around and insult the Deadman's woman, you're going to get more than a tombstone."

Shawn got down off of Undertaker's waist and shoved Bob back. He shrugged off Mark's coat, then got an idea... He took the sides of the garmet, shimmying it up and down around his arms. Shawn winked at him, tossing the coat to Mark. He turned around at jiggled his ass in those tight leather pants right in front of Bob Holly.

"Hardcore Holly looks like he's about to explode! And look- there he goes- Shawn's really going to get it when Holly gets his hands on him!"

Undertaker growled and caught him by the neck. He threw Bob down into the mat in a choke slam that he made all the more vicious. He didn't like hearing those words- especially since they were directed to Shawn. Fag, cum bucket, and whore were not what he wanted to hear. He wrapped his arm around Shawn's shoulder and escorted him up the ramp.

"So... when we do this... we can count on you to look the other way..." Hey man asked looking to his companion.

Kurt nodded slowly, finishing up spme paperwork. "You can have the little fucker. But I'm not going to help you when Mark snaps. You're on your own."

Heyman smiled nastily. "Oh, don't worry... We've got everything under control..."

"Really... So when is little kidnapping taking place anyway?"

"Next week. At nine. We're going to arrange it so Shawn's outside... All you have to do is call in Mark at nine... That ways he's not around..."

"A-Alright. You've got it under control... Then... Do what you have to do, Heyman."