Hello all,

This is chapter 4

I hope it's not too bad

Um… it is another flashback, but I promise there will only be one or two more flashbacks left in the series… I think

And thanks to Chazza15, Mistress Martin, darjh619edge and the Wonderful Wizard of Oz for commenting on Chapter 3!

Flashback:4th April, 2005, (still) Randy Orton is in the arena's car park at Monday Night Raw.

Orton watched disheartened as his now, ex-girlfriend speed off, into the distance. His depression, however, did not last long; soon, it turned into a blind rage directed at the Undertaker. "How could he! How dare him! I'll kill the bastard!" Randy stormed off kicking and screaming and pushing.

He ploughed his way through the backstage area viciously, shoving anyone who got in his path and demolishing anything that got in his way. In no time at all, there was a path of destruction trailing behind Orton.

Randy powerfully kicked open the door to his locker room and picked up his cell phone.

"TAKER!" Orton screamed into his little mobile. "TAKER!"

"What?" The Undertaker said trying to sound innocent as he tried to get the ringing of Randy's voice out of his head.

"Don't 'what?' me. You know what you did. How dare you lie to Stacy!"

"Oh, that's what you're talking about! What do you mean by 'lie', I didn't lie, all I basically said was that you were in love with me."

"That's it! You say I love you, when I do not. I don't love you!"

Slightly offended at hearing that, Taker shook it off and calmly said, "You don't think you love me, but you haven't realised the truth yet."

"What? I –" Orton was cut off.

"– Look, I have a flight tomorrow morning to where you happen to be now, how about we meet up and we can talk about this face to face, man to man?"

"Why don't you want to talk now? And what if I don't want to meet with you?" Orton coldly hissed.

"Well then you don't have to, but I'm sure it will end up positively. For both of us. You'll have your answers and I'll no longer receive fuming phone calls that make me go partially deaf. Ok?"

Even though Randy Orton still didn't really want to meet up with someone who broke up his relationship with a girl he cared for, Taker had a good point, Randy would get answers. Well he hoped he did at least. And anyway, if he wanted to, he could just beat the crap out of Undertaker, before Wrestlemania. He liked the sound of that. "Ok, fine, I'll go." He said trying to hide his excitement created from the thought of getting his hands on the Undertaker earlier than he expected.

"Excellent. My ex Sara and I have a little house down there, so do you want to meet there?"

He thought, 'Great, no one will be able to stop me from beating the crap out of him if he doesn't give me answers.' Randy simply replied, "That would be great. Would you like to meet around 11 o'clock there?"

"Yeah, that's fine; I'm apparently landing around 9.30, so that works out well."

"Splendid," replied Orton wearing his cocky smile.

"Indeed," the Undertaker added on, who was also wearing a cocky smile, only not for the same reason as Orton. No, Mark was wearing his smile for an entirely different reason.

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5th April, 2005, Five to 11 (10.55am), Undertaker's house.

The house was spotless, sparkling almost. Mark Calloway had spent all morning tiding it up ever since he arrived home after his flight. He felt that everything had to be just right if Orton was going to fall for him. As he did another scan of the house, he came across some scented candles, his favourite type of candle and contemplated to use them but then thought it was probably best if he didn't. (A/N: I know, I know, I made Undertaker a stereotypical homosexual oo, big words by making him like scented candles but I thought it was slightly amusing, and anyway, I like scented candles, they're pretty cool if you ask me!) Mark kept thinking to himself, "This is it, soon precious Randy will feel the same way about me as I do for him."

"I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here," Randy Orton kept repeating to himself in his silver Mercedes Benz convertible (A/N: I don't know if he has one, I just like them) which was parked right outside Undertaker's house. He had been sitting there for about ten minutes, not having enough courage to go on in, despite how much he wanted to get his hands on Mark. The thought of what Mark had in store for Randy inside kind of freaked Randy out especially how Undertaker supposedly loved him.

"Where is he? Surely he's not standing me up! No, no, he can't be. That's not the man I fell in love with," the Undertaker was thinking as he fluffed some pillows.

Finally, Orton sighed, opened his car door, and stepped out slowly, feeling the cool spring breeze swirl around him. He quietly opened the front gate and began his ascend up the small pathway towards the front door. As he walked up step by step, he looked around curiously, wondering if he had the right address based on how it didn't seem very Undertaker-ish. There were small blue flowers, a couple hedges, and a giant Willow. It was a nice and relaxing little place full of lush vegetation. Eventually, Randy was just a forearm length away from the front door. He heavily exhaled before carefully knocking on the old timber door, "this seems more Undertaker-ish" he thought. With two single knocks, the door swung open and once again, Orton was face to face with the Undertaker.

"Randy! You came!" Mark said happily, sounding slightly relieved.

Inside was nicely furnished and much to Orton's surprise, it was spotless. No cobweb's like expected, no coffins, nothing. It was an ordinary little house, much like his parents'.

The Undertaker led him through the house, giving a small tour of the premises as he walked towards the living room. "There's the kitchen, and behind that door is one of the three bathrooms…" Finally they reached the sitting room. "Here, make yourself at home, would you like a coffee or something?"

"Umm…" 'Should I or should I not?' Randy asked himself, 'if I got one, I could always throw it into his eyes if I need a quick escape… hmm, yeah I'll go for one.' "Yes thanks that would be great, coffee will be fine."

"Ok then, how would you like it?"

"Milk and half a teaspoon of sugar."

"Just the way I like it too," the Undertaker smiled.

"Ha, ha, ha," Orton said trying to sound amused, but as soon as Mark turned his back to the Legend Killer, he quickly ceased his entertained facial expression and just rolled his eyes. 'This is going to be a long day,' Randy thought.

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2 o'clock, Undertaker's house

After about three hours of 'bonding' Orton had had just about enough. He looked at his watch and almost jumped with joy, clearing his throat as if he something important to say, he stood up and said, "Well, thank you Taker, it's been wonderful but I have to go now." Randy started to walk towards the door, feeling relieved that it was finally over.

But Undertaker didn't like this. He didn't want it to be over. He wanted Randy to stay longer. He didn't want to fail in his 'mission' to make Orton fall in love with him. So he quickly gripped onto Randy's wrist, preventing him to leave.

"Let go Taker. I'm going." Orton said firmly while trying to shake Taker off.

Without any hesitation, the Undertaker let go.

"Thank you," Orton replied, surprised at Mark's willingness to release him. As he continued towards the door, he felt two massive hands grab him by the shoulders and turn him around. Next thing he knew, he had a single pair of lips on his. Of course, Randy Orton was shocked at this, but what surprised him the most was how this kiss with the Undertaker felt so much better and romantic than any other girl he'd kissed before. Even though he felt slightly feminine being the shorter one, he didn't care. Slowly, the passionate kiss ended. Randy was totally and utterly astonished by how he had enjoyed the kiss with Taker so much more than all the other ones he had had in the past.

Taker smiled, knowing that the kiss they had just shared had done the trick.

Still gawking, Orton stared at Mark thinking, 'maybe it could work out with Taker… Now that Stacy has dumped me, I'm single, maybe I will experiment with this.' Coming back to reality, Randy Orton looked into Mark's hazel eyes and saw what he truly loved. He loved the Undertaker.

Ok, that's the 4th Chapter.

Hopefully it wasn't too bad

It had bits and pieces of fluff in it but I had to stretch it out

Anyway, it was good fluff… I think

Anyway, I look forward to your reviews and comments

I'd just like to say, if you think my creativity is going down hill by the chapter, well it's not my fault, I find it rather difficult to write chapters as I'm not very imaginative … well I don't think I am.