* Adult content for this chapter includes language ( not much ) & ( some ) biting plus blood drinking . Almost the entire chapter is about the pairing of Corbin / Slater , so don't read if you don't like ! But if you do enjoy & read , reviews are always welcomed :) Also briefly starring a beginning Noam / Neville / InZayn love triangle . BTW & FYI - Noam is new to me ( muse AND wrestler wise ) , so until I become more used to him , there's little chance I'm adding his accent and Scottish speak to my stories . The HRH in this is inspired by / based on the real one in Vegas but not 100 % accurate ( I altered some things )
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Next ( Final ! ) chapter - HUGE WM chapter with loads of muses and pairings enjoying and making ( and hating ) their own Mania moments . I wanted to have it done & posted by July but ... sigh ... Yeah , it's running extremely late but be will completed and posted before the winter , probably sooner than that .
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A babe to the left of him and horror from the right .
Rewatching Don't Breathe , the brunette cracked a smile and laughed now and then at the more violent scenes taking place on the small ' big screen ' while he lounged , relaxed and kicked back , living that private jet lifestyle .
On occasion , Corbin tolerated the human characters but he always rooted for the dog .
Gleaming headphones the color of onyx worn didn't quite block the snores nearby , however since the water glass rattling nostril vocals were produced by his beloved , he wasn't irritated at all .
Thumpthumpthumpthump . Thumpthumpthumpthump . At first , Baron had wanted to have a knock down , drag out brawl with the pilot and the rest of the flight crew , ready to bitch about a problem with the plane until he realized the sound was coming from his very own heart .
It knew . It knew that they'd fallen and liked it , being happily in love .
The plane was slowly landing and the swift sulking frown upon his face was removed and replaced by a small , braggart's smirk of a grin as he imagined the fun and fucks that would - literally - come out of celebrating with the only man he wanted as his Pack Mate .
" Mmmmmmm , what did I miss ? " the redhead squirmed and yawned slowly awake , blinking and rubbing his itchy nose .
" Lunch . Movie . Mile high club membership with me . " Corbin commented suggestively , half grinning .
" And what , the pilot would watch us ? ! No thanks , I prefer a roomy , comfortable bed to bounce around on . " Heath said , following with a charming , adorable wink .
" Great choice . So do I . "
" Aren't we early for Vegas ? Even the Raw crew won't be here until tomorrow . "
" Well , I wanted to surprise you and since Core's already arrived for his commentary and interview work , I thought I'd combine the two ... "
" What's my surprise ? ! " Heath blurted aloud .
" More than one . " Baron stated while their baggage was promptly loaded alongside them in the limousine .
" You got me a bunch of cool stuff ? ! " Slater inquired .
" That's one way to put it and you'll have to wait and find out . "
The onyx black stretch automobile pulled into the themed hotel's VIP private parking garage .
" The Hard Rock ? ! We're staying in the Hard Rock ? "
The guitar case , gym duffel and drum case slipped from his callused , scarred and light orange speckled hands once he'd entered the glamorous living quarters .
Slater jumped around after setting foot inside the Black and Red luxury suite and raced from one enormous room to the next , giddy and turning back flips and landing at the finish on the big cushy bed .
" I'm just like how I travel - first class , so I never slum and my brother Core - Yawn the over hair gelled Moron is interviewing Pink's dweeb hubs about his tat parlor and I figured since he's already close , might as well babysit his sorry ass . "
" Do the staff know that we'll both be using the only bed ? You know ... at the same time ? "
" If anyone asks questions or pokes into our business , I'll crack their jaws . " Baron warned , frowning threateningly .
The main sitting and lounging area with its built in wet and dry bar and the huge bedroom had the same color scheme for the decor , furniture and painted walls , black , white and lipstick red with framed close up prints of piano keys , blackjack tables , guitar picks and animal bones for the artwork .
The bathroom fit for a giant had both a sunk in , massive tub and a matching grey and white marble shower stall with color changing lights on the ceiling and multiple jet sprays .
Around the enclosed and private , electric guitar shaped and salt water filled outdoor pool were scattered lounge chairs , bar stools and umbrella crowned tables in alternating groups of threes and fours .
" Fiiiiiiiiiire pit ! Uh ... oh - "
Heath skidded to a disappointed halt in front of a full wall brick and stone fireplace .
He looked over his shoulder at his boyfriend , knowing quite well that the expression on his face that Baron was seeing was akin to a baby being fed prune puree and not the vanilla custard or chocolate pudding that was preferred and had been promised .
" Mistake ? "
" That - is not a fire pit . "
" I'll fix it . Give me a sec . " Corbin dialed for room service and burrowed into his earbuds , listening to songs that would terrify the elderly and offend the Bible reading religious types , until the shamrock green haired and septum pierced male staff arrived .
" FB , tell him what's wrong . "
" Actually , it's no big deal - "
" Okay then , I'll do the explaining . " A hard and heavy right fist slammed into the large left palm .
" This is a fire place , not a pit like it's supposed to be . You know , one of those big wok - looking things ? " the redhead described weakly , feeling awfully foolish and impolitely demanding .
" He wants a fire pit . Bring one to us . "
Heath stood as a human shield to block the punk rock guy from his beloved's unpredictable temper and boxing punches .
" But not right now ! Just , uh ... don't rush and send one over after midnight and before sunrise . You have plenty of time , so there's no reason to hurry and become stressed . Thanks ! "
The employee beamed his relieved and satisfied response and eyed the handful of tens and fives tip before the tallest man in the suite slammed the door in his happy face .
" Songbird , you're too nice to worthless loser humans . I swear that I wouldn't be stunned if you made friends with a criminal . " the darker haired male made a sour face , tsked and rolled his eyes with contempt .
" And you're a big grouch when you should be kinder because I know that you are also a giant soft marshmallow bear of mine . " Slater laughed slightly , gently head butting his lover in the lower back .
" Yeah , well , I am yours . "
" I'm going to siesta , then fiesta . Go ahead and order whatever you want and have fun while I power nap . " Baron said , crash landing on the bed and yanking his boyfriend along with him , down into his embrace and resting .
" What did you have when I was sleeping ? "
" Three little sandwiches , one was crab cake , the second a lobster roll and my favorite , a steak sandwich . Plus gazpacho and for dessert , bourbon bread pudding . " Corbin paused , hiccuped and burped . " Double bourbon . "
" Yeeeeesh ! No wonder you're tired , Scare Bear ! You'll basically hibernate now , like any good bear . " Heath smiled fondly , kissing his massive sweetheart until the burlier man's eyes began to close .
" Nothing that I do is basic . "
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Baron yawned awake from total eclipse dreams and his brows arched at the amount of smoke in the bedroom .
He looked above and listened carefully . There was no tiny red light blinking , no ear splitting banshee cry from the detector going off and the room had no burning scent .
The smell was from soap and he wolf - grinned , casually pacing to the bathroom double doors and bumping them open with a side zip , knee high black boot .
Heath wore his headphones and hummed below hills of suds , toes raisin wrinkled and an emptied plate sitting upon the wheeled metal cart across from the giant tub .
" Hey , Song Bird . Isn't this the part where I'm offering you thousands to stay with me for the entire week ? "
" I'd stay with you for free , Bear and the ' part ' is bigger than your bank account . " the redhead beamed , teasing and enticingly up at his boyfriend .
" I can't argue when you're not lying , FB . " the biker replied , in a grand mood . He reached four fingers into the warm water and swirled it a little .
" If I belch on you , sorry but I'm stuffed ! The steak , baked potato , salad and cheesecake with strawberries were delicious though . " Slater quickly apologized .
" There's your secret to beating the zombies . You're so full , you can either barf or shit on the worthless things . Make them stink worse that they do already . " Corbin said , cracking a laugh produced smile .
Slater cackled merrily at the bigger brunette and gestured for towels and his fresh change of clothes before stepping from the relaxing suds .
" Dry and dress me ? "
" Sure thing . " Baron reeled Heath in to steamy - heat close . " We both have earned being spoiled . "
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The giant brunette swung the brass knuckle handle machete above his scalp , looped a chain whip around his neck , dropped a throwing hatchet into his bulky shopping tote and turned the visual spotlight upon the Twinkie munching , hip shaking , love of his life bent at the waist and leafing through the rack of mega discount clearance tees while unknowingly and aloud belting out fragments of tunes .
The final tour bus braked to a halt in the lot decorated with chain link fence segments , working fog machines and movie set worthy prop body parts and breakaway glass used in stunt work .
" Yeesh , the doors will close and be locked for the last time . No more tourists , visitors , shoppers ... " the biker's musician boyfriend said thoughtfully , hanging out in the front entrance way and waving . " Let's go and say hello to them ! "
" Not happening . No way . " the former football player narrowed his eyes and sulkily scowled at the group of men and women from college age to elderly leaving the long vehicle , snapping pics and herding themselves into the themed store .
They were all plain and pointless , nobodies by first glance and instant judgment and that including the trio of young women posing in front of a fake trash can ' burning ' with equally imitation , special effects fire .
The thick , heavy black metal lid of a second trash can behind them creaked as it lifted and scuttling , ooze dripping and olive green thin fingers reached to tug at light brown , golden blonde and shiny auburn hair .
The female that had been grabbed and yanked backward screamed aloud , her friends holding her hands and circling her waist , struggling to save her from the attack .
" Look out ! "
The whirling disk of a musical instrument tipped with round razor blades that replaced the jingling zils , soared over the laughing woman's head and - Kerchunk ! - cut cleanly through the hard plastic and rubber neck of the slobbering , foul animatronic corpse .
" What just happened ? " a short , clad in reading glasses and Hawaiian shirt , white blond haired male employee yelped , running outside to check the damage before holding onto the severed , Halloween mask sporting mannequin head in disbelief .
The tall and inked brunette flicked an amused glance to the guilty redhead zipping his drum case back closed and hiding the tambourine weapon inside from curious , baffled and questioning people looking on .
" Nice one , FB . You're a hero . " Baron teased jovially , hip - bumping his shy and nervous yet unselfish and courageous boyfriend .
" Thanks . " Heath replied , blushing after the grin .
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He rested his backside on a wide headstone , strummed and sang and was rattled strong caffeine awake when the first bony hand popped from the soil .
Holding and flicking a lighter .
" What the whaaaaat ? ! " he wondered loudly as more and more zombies showed their decomposed , skeleton toothed , beaming faces and the ones who weren't holding lighters above their cracked , dirt stained craniums and swaying , were merrily dancing .
Heath snarled past the aftershock , gripped the guitar tighter and swung -
And stopped .
The living corpses standing in front of him and staring curiously at his flopping , partly shaven , red - golden Autumn leaf hued hairstyle were big and small .
A smiling , joyful mother carrying her playful , bouncy child .
He shook his stunned , confused head and smacked at it , thinking that if he were any dumber at that time , his skin color would be cartoonish yellow and he'd crave doughnuts like mad .
He couldn't bring himself to brawl with these reanimated dead the same ways as he'd weapon - battled with countless , vicious others ...
Because they were peaceful .
Because , just like him , they were human beings .
And he'd never harm women and kids but defend them to his final breath .
The winding path that twisted through the graveyard grounds was brightened by the headlights of the canary feather yellow American Rambler .
" Sorry I'm late . There was some kinda - I dunno , late night movie theater traffic . Don't stress though . I brought plenty of you - know - what . " Ambrose shrugged during apology , arms overloaded with gifts .
The undead people reached out thin hands painted with moss , mushrooms and crawling beetles to pat his hair , shake his hands and pop silver tabs on their alcoholic beverages of choice , the cracking sounded exactly like their dry bones when they lumbered along .
Heath stood with his mouth agape while watching his fellow cooler lugging co - worker pass out bottles and cans of beer to the eager , decayed adults and gas station wrapped snack cakes for the kids mobbing him with hugs and laughter .
A tiny , knee high zombie ran up , giggling and pulled at the blue jeans legs .
Ambrose smiled and handed over a long necked , amber - brown glass bottle and patted the crawling with maggots little head , dried hair tied with a moldy , torn ribbon .
" What did you ? ! ... " the zombie killer grunted in shock . " Did you just give a kid beer ? ! "
" Yeah , old fashioned root beer . It's safe for them and they like it . See ? " the more brunette of the two men snickered slightly and kicked an inflated beach ball at the corpse gang .
Heath felt flummoxed yet again as he watched the dozens of zombies run and play , no different than living beings having a ' good ol' time ' at their family reunion .
" Are these ... your friends ? "
" Mmmm hmmmm . " Dean emptied the children's wagon he'd brought along , piled with assorted toys .
The ex - Nexus guy looked on with boggle eyes as skeletal fingers reached for hula hoops , water guns and jump ropes .
" And you're their - uhhh - guardian ? ! "
" I take care of them if they need defending , yeah . Beer ? "
" Yeah sure , I might as well since my mind is all over the place from confusion right about now . "
Slater dropped his guitar case and the packed drum case containing piano wire and lots of drum stick stakes , his element orbs and the boomerang cymbal contraption down next to a clump of claw hammers and street signs , metal pipes and heavy chains , nail studded bats and long light bulb tubes .
" I don't understand . If they're harmless , why did you bring along those ECW - "
" CZW . "
" Yeah , that . This CZW toy - box junk if you don't need to fight them off ? ! "
" I lug it around with me when I visit to protect them . "
" From people like me ? "
" No , from grave robbers and ... worse . "
" Oh , you mean - " the redhead mouthed the word ' necrophiliac ' and his blue eyed , messy haired , tombstone sitting companion nodded , grimacing in the same manner .
" Why are you here ? "
Dean's response was buttoned - up or rather strait jacketed silence .
" Look , I'm not asking about your childhood or parents , just wanting to know why you started hanging out in a cemetery . "
" I live here . "
" What ? ! Here ? ! In the ... dirt ? "
The smile was brief and miniscule , gentle and understanding .
" Uh , in Vegas . "
" Oh ! Oh . See , now you'll think that I'm stupid . "
" Nah , you're okay in the brain , I guess . " Ambrose commented between chugging .
" Yeesh , you and Scare Bear have so much in common . Y'all are both brash , introverted and tough as nails . "
" Scare Bear ? ! BWAH HA HA ! I'm calling him that next time at work , backstage where everyone can hear - " the former Shield member guffawed out loud .
" Oh no , you won't ! I refuse to let you annoy BC . "
" Hey , kid , your man is an annoyance . "
" He is not . " the redhead grumbled in defense of his Were - lover .
" So what do you do ? Get to take the stick out sometimes and clean it ? " Dean asked , drawing bottom lip blood from biting open a beer can .
" What stick ? "
" The one lodged up in his stupid biker's ass . "
" Wait ... whaaaaaaaaaa ? ! " Heath squealed , his jaw lowered and mouth open enough to see inside to the back of it .
" If he was any more self absorbed , he'd have his own television show called Total Baron . He's full of hot air and they have - uhm , silicone and ... salad , I guess . " Dean shrugged .
" Choose which instrument you want me to wallop your head with for being mean and insulting women . "
" They aren't women that I care about respecting - "
" Fine ! I'll keep my thoughts ... "
" Opinions ! "
" To myself , except that your boyfriend is a jerk . Pouty goth teenager hitting his empty head on the low ceiling in his painted black room . " Ambrose stated .
" BC is a big sweetheart , so shut up . "
" Yeah , you getting pissed reminds me , he's cranky too . Absolutely impossible to be friends with . "
" BC isn't dull or cranky ! " Slater glowered .
" HA ! " the black leather jacket clad male blurted , having a immediate alcohol spit - take .
" He's fun - loving and compassionate . You just don't know - "
" Repeating , HA ! And I've seen his so - called wrestling without a shirt on , so my know will remain firmly in the category of don't . "
" Bear saved my life . He ain't the total monster you think of him as , alright ? ! " Heath argued automatically .
" He kept you from dying ? ! "
" Yeah , he gave me some of his blood ... after I was attacked one night . "
" Whewwwww . " Dean whistled his surprise . " Then from now on , I'll only pick at the hero seventy percent of the time at work . "
" Zero percent . And thank you for the alcohol refreshment . " the redhead tipped an imaginary hat .
" Sixty percent ? He does start the verbal fights first , ya know ? "
" Errrrrrr , forty . No more . "
" Ah Hell , thirty . If can he be nice , so can I but I'm better . " Ambrose commented , reaching for yet another beer .
" Oh , honey , that's not a toy to play with ! Here ... watch me , try instead . "
Slater distracted the youngest zombies from gnawing on his guitar by shaking the canister and using the squirt nozzle to drop unnaturally bright orange lines of processed cheese product into their brittle , cobweb speckled palms .
Each sucked on the snack gift of imitation cheddar loaded with artificial coloring and flavors before giggling giddily and holding out their small , mud smeared hands for more .
One rather impatient reanimated corpse got a hold on the can and his fellow living dead youth bickered , then argued physically in a tug - of - war .
" Hey , behave yourselves ! Stop it ! No more fighting ! Whuh - ! "
All of the little zombies gasped , looked on with bulging , goopy eyes , pointed and giggled some more at the sudden mess .
" I should've expected this to happen . " the dirty blond sighed , globs of spray cheese painting him vivid orange eyebrows and sticking like glue onto his beard .
And he laughed , barely heard shifting into side holding , tear producing , red faced chuckling with joining in while the humored corpses cheered them on .
" I really am sorry . " Heath said , offering a crumpled napkin .
" You should be ' cause you're next . Get him ! " Ambrose ordered , arms extended and the group of zombies happily threw dirtballs in place of the nonexistent snow and the babies in the gang squealed and chortled and spritzed the inked musician with the canned cheese snack that almost matched with his hair color until he admitted defeat , sore from laughing and as filled with joy as he'd ever been , making friends from once enemies .
Seeing things from the other side's point of view .
" I'd better go back . "
" Already ? It's not light out for hours yet . " Dean asked , raising off of cooled marble to try and lessen the numbness in his tailbone .
" As much as I'd like to join in on the group hide and seek , there's less reason to stay when I don't have to protect people from having their skulls chomped on . "
" I won't stop you but leaving means you'll miss the freeze tag . And popcorn and s'mores after that . "
" I'll come back here . And the next time , I'll stay all night . " Slater promised .
" Hmmm ... I'll mark that on my calendar , if I ever buy one . "
" Hey , just wondering - how many ... uhmmm ... relationships are you in ? "
" I have three boyfriends and my woman who lives with me . By the way , we have a bulldog and are not letting you move in . "
" Oh no , I was only - I'm glad to know that I'm normal then , with my multiple partners . "
" You believe that we're normal ? ! " Ambrose scoffed . " Yeah right . "
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" Hey , Song Bird ! No offense , sweetie - it's terrific to see you again - but you look like a swamp monster . " Baron greeted with a enormous grin stretching his mouth into curled .
" I'm back earlier than I'd planned . " Heath replied to his sprawled out biker beloved who was relaxing on a bed - like sofa at the poolside . " Alright ! They brought the fire pit ! Soon as I fast shower off this mess , I'll dry off and toast out here . "
" Bring me anything ? "
" Besides me ? I'm enough tonight ? "
" Every night and day . Were they really tough ? More vicious than the norm ? "
" They were ... unlike ones that I've fought before . " the redhead answered slowly and thoughtfully , reminiscing about his possibly new friends . " Unique to the territory , I'd guess . "
Less than ten minutes went by and was mummy wrapped in a thick towel covering his hair and a plush , long bathrobe for his bare anatomy beneath , his dampened lowest parts cradled in the protection of Corbin's lap .
" Were you bored when I was away ? "
" Yeah but I still conquered at the tables . "
" Which you'll be donating to charities . "
" Actually I'm going to buy a skull bead and diamond bracelet that I saw at - " Baron paused once his true love scowled at him . " Uhhh ... yeah , I'll send a large chunk to the National MS Society asap , I promise .
" Some for the children's hospital . "
" Sure ! It's only money . I can make it back ten times extra at work dominating the nothings , indie failures and wannabe wrestlers . Too easy , so fun . "
" Thanks , BC ! "
" Money is nothing when you're my jackpot . "
Slater writhed and snickered while his big boyfriend gave him smooches and a thorough body check with his larger hands and longer fingers .
" Oh , wait ! I'll go and - wait here while I change and then you'll get to see my nicest clothes I brought . "
" You can't stay with me and remain the preferred nude ? "
" I won't take long ! Just ... sit here and wait - no , come back inside . "
" Private performance for me ? " the biker asked , with a more than interested spark in his eyes .
" Mmmmm , maybe . "
Slater's ' Scare Bear ' returned and flopped onto the red and black bed pillows , unfolding his length of charcoal denim clad legs across the white sheets and anticipated , the thinner strands of his hair sticking on his forehead with the glue of sweat as the bathroom door creaked open and his true love modeled for him .
" How do they look ? " Heath asked , twirling to display the metallic copper stretch denim jeans . " Clash with the shade of my hair much ? "
" You're bewitching and dressed to the teeth . "
" Well , to the fangs . " the musician joked , upper lip raised to show pointed and sharp white teeth for a predatory , nocturnal creature to puncture flesh and draw blood with .
" Hey , FB ? How do these ... ? I don't want to damage them . " Corbin inquired , patting the material on the butt and crotch .
" Hidden inside zipper . " his boyfriend beamed .
" Here you go . "
The darker haired and hearted man removed his shirt and his beloved licked happily at the crimson dripping , pumping heart tattoo came to supernatural life , nervously laughed , paused and backed away while remaining in his bigger lover's sturdy lap .
" Nonono , I need you to bite me . "
" Finder Binder ! I cannot and will not do that ! Maybe it sounds fun to you but the action , the blood and lust might get me to Change and if I flip to Were mode ... I'd slit you open , butcher and disembowel you - no , I refuse . " Baron griped , his lightly tanned face turning red .
" Scare Bear , I trust you and I know that you won't hurt me . "
" Yeah , you're damn right that I won't harm you , ' cause I'm not biting you , let alone drink from you . "
" You don't believe that I'm a fighter ? That I'm not strong and can't hold my own against zombies ? I've fought them off and Hell , I've kept Jayge at bay - no pun intended - by kabonging his furry head . I love you and trust you to not lose control and if it happens , I'll stop you from causing gory chaos . " the redhead stated .
" Promise ? "
" Absolutely true promise . "
" Okay then , since I can't talk you into marriage ... for now , I might as well stake my claim on my one and only mate . "
With the help from a gloppy handful of taken from Corey without permission , holiday chai scented Suavecito , the were-coywolf found his way and double long finger assisted backup had his chosen mate's spine arching .
" Aaaughhh , Bear ! Thank you ! That's ... really gre - "
Shivering , Baron felt the needle tips protruding through the skin of his chest and shoulders and then the gleeful weakness from blood loss and suction .
" I love you . " he gave in and clamped onto his beloved's throat , growled and shook his boyfriend before abstaining from aggression and wiped his moistened , stained lips .
On an incline and pushing , his dick was cushioned and engulfed by the anal cavity while his caged heart tat pumped gushing blood as hard and heaving as his erection poured sperm leakage and the birds on each side of his sweat soaked chest fluttered their inked wings .
They were pleased as he was and this made him grin until the shine from his Mate captured his complete attention , glimmer that was the guiding light in his world of darkness .
" Oh , Song Bird ! Your eyes . " Corbin gasped and kissed his man to panting harder .
" What about them ? " Heath wondered , failing to wipe his stomach clean of semen splatter .
" They're silver and striped with rainbow fragments , like the prism reflection from a CD . "
" Oh , seriously ? . My opticals went Pink Floyd album cover on me ? ! "
" That's one way to describe it . "
" Wow , yours changed color too ! Opal . " Slater stated , astonished and merry after one quick peek at his normally dour beloved .
" Opal ? Opal ? ! Meaning pearl white and pastels ? ! How repulsive and insulting . "
" Relax , BC . They're black opal and you know it . "
" Please no more quoting catchphrases , FB . It'll ruin my chance at having a superb orgasm with you . "
" Achievement accomplished . "
" Muchas gracias . "
The couple repositioned from spooning to lying face to face , still linked and glad to be .
Slater nuzzled against the stomach that wrestling fans could say looked like a face until they were blue in theirs and wouldn't disagree it made for one Heaven and Hell of a pillow .
" And you're cuddly too . "
" Errrgh , no thanks ! "
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Graves sprinted from the elevator to the hallway , then into his ' brother's ' luxury suite , tired and gratefully drunk .
" What's the emergency that you call me to your suite at sunrise ? I'd rather be sleeping off my hangover , followed by room service past noon breakfast in bed . "
" Cheer up , anybody else would love to be in your pointed toe , midnight blue velvet zebra stripe creepers right now . It's an honor to be around me and you get to see my own . " Baron boasted , leading the way to the bedroom to point at ( and out ) his only partly covered by a sheet , snoozing beloved .
" Your own ? ! "
" Yeah ... look . My own . Mine . " the biker gloated , smirking .
Corey gasped , sneered and backed away in a hurry at the sight of his best friend's lover's naked body , the bedding hiding very little exposed flesh .
" Aren't you smug ? Eeeewwww , cover that thing up ! "
" My songbird isn't a thing ! "
" I hit a nerve ? Fine . I'll back off of your boy - "
" Man . Grown adult man . "
" I just have no interest in seeing his age spots exposed , clear ? "
" Those are freckles and they're beautiful . " Corbin said , petting the sheet and his lover beneath it .
" Beautiful ? ! If a red squirrel had an acorn in place of its typical furry head , that's exactly what your boyfriend looks like . " Corey quipped , grimacing at the redhead's loud snores .
" What you've just said makes as much sense logically as your faux hawk fade and your Stan Smith jawline and chin size , Sterling . "
" Uhm hmmm . " the thinner male studied his bestie . " Wh - what has happened to your face ? ! Your mouth is ... Oh shit ! You're smiling ! "
" Oh , shut up and close your slack jawed mouth . I've smiled before . "
" I can't believe - this is unbelievable ! "
" When you faint from my good looks , do it in another room . " Baron sighed , frowning .
" Brother , you're - "
" Undeniably perfect ? Yeah , I know . "
" In love . "
" And what is wrong with me being happy with my FB ? "
" Nothing at all . Maybe he brings out the good in you . Wait , no ... better yet , he is your good side . "
" Woah , it's a miracle ! First time in forever that I've heard you make several intelligent comments . " Corbin chuckled gleefully .
" Speaking of covering ... " Corey laughed sarcastically and tore off his safety pin decorated , midnight blue and bone color hounds tooth pattern tie , just barely succeeding at wrapping it around his best friend's thick neck and concealing the bite mark . " Fabulous hickey you've got , by the way . "
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" Hello , Pac ! "
" What brings you around , Kilt ? " Neville asked , settling his glasses into place and knotting his hair out of his face .
" To ask you about your Up Up Down Down schedule . " Noam sat uninvited on the bench , sliding close to the Brit .
The redhead on Neville's other side glowered immediately .
" That's not my call , Dar . Unicorn Creed is in charge of who plays when . "
" A pity ' cause I would love to play games with you and see who scores best . "
" You might regret it . "
" He will . " Zayn mumbled sourly , slamming his ring gear roughly into a gym bag .
" Pfft , I doubt it . "
" I'm not an expert . You'd do better asking of Kofi . "
" He doesn't interest me . " Noam commented , smiling flirtatiously and Sami glared hatefully around his boyfriend's shoulder .
" Perhaps not but he's a smart , skilled gamer . "
" מי יודע את התשובה ? "
" Ah , Hebrew ! You're the WWE's David Starr ? " Neville chortled .
" Nah , I'm not smacking my dick into another man's face ... however , I will change my mind if you're interested . " Dar replied , flinging an arm around the longer haired male .
" He isn't . " Sami warned with a grumble , slapping Noam's wandering hands off of the former cape wearing wrestler's anatomical correctness .
" Shouldn't you run off to brush your matted stomach hair , little man ? " Dar challenged .
" Shouldn't you be covering your tracks and saving your own arse by deleting all of your disgusting , insulting and racist past tweets , pervert ? " Zayn fired back .
" Laqad marrat biha aledyd min aleuyun walakan 'ana faqat tudie fi yadakkim . " Noam said , sweet as honey , cupping Neville's bearded chin to look deeply and with extra longing into his spectacle covered eyes .
The coffee loving redhead charged at grinning , getting cozy Dar , only being held back from a brawl by a wave of mid carders and assorted men in the less than two hundred and fifty pound weight class .
" Yadhhab baeida, eahira ! "
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" Dammit ! " Heath groaned and peered around the row of lockers .
" BC ! " Slater hissed and received no response , thanks to the expensive , brand name headphones his sullen lover wore .
He tried again , flinging a balled up sock and then , a beach ready flip flop .
" BEAR ! "
Baron blinked , astounded and immediately went to the rescue , concerned and slipping from the bench .
" What's your troubles , Finder Binder ? "
" My pants are torn and I was saving these especially to wear for being in Vegas . " his Mate wailed , holding at throat level the damaged leg coverage decorated with side prints of multiple playing cards .
" The tights ripped ? "
" They're leggings . Leg - Gings . "
" Can't you get them patched up real fast ? "
" Not even speedy sewing would help since it's so close to in ring time and - oh , ' scuse me - " Heath said , weaving around AJ Styles who was busy texting . " I am not going to risk the audience seeing my butt . "
" I'll jog and check if Banks ' bae has anything whipped up or stored somewhere . "
" Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhh , thank you ! " the redhead bounded into his boyfriend's huge arms .
" Make me smile , Song Bird . Repay me after work . " Baron flirted and seriously meant it .
The most somber man of the two hustled back to his favorite outgoing musical talent , big arms loaded to overflow with expertly sewn , highest quality ring attire plucked from Mikaze's bin of unused castoffs and chortled when Slater literally dove into the mound .
" These were leftovers from no - name Jobberville . Will they fit correctly ? " the brunette presented the tights with a vivid pink and red lipstick lips over white crossbones pattern on the outside of each leg .
His beloved danced like a hyper flamingo might or an ecstatic kangaroo , hopping with one leg at a time , shimmying into the attire .
" They seem to be my size or close enough to suit . I like ' em . "
" Damn ugly pants but not when you're wearing them . "
" Hey , here you are . Man , you left this behind the other night and the kids asked for you to bring back more the next time you share a cold one with me and the gang . " butted in a familiar voice , drawing closer .
Dean dug the cylinder out from somewhere inside his falling apart leather jacket and overhead tossed the canister , pockmarked with the holes and indentations made by hungry , tough teeth .
" Huh ? Oh yeah , thanks . " Slater replied , mildly astonished and deposited the bent item back into his biggest luggage bag .
" Meh . Not a problem . "
Baron was silent , eyeing the tattoo lacking male angrily .
" Wish me luck , okay , BC ? " his boyfriend begged .
" Uhm - yeah ... sure . Good luck , FB . "
The surly biker glanced at the back of the retreating Ambrose's sleeveless tee and scowled , cracking his knuckles meaningfully .
" You'll need it . "