Thanks to everyone who's been reading. Sorry the updates are taking so long... College has just gone into overdrive. But hey, I've always got wrestling, and anime, and things to keep me sane. Enjoy! Comments are appreciated!
"Wow," was all Shawn said as they pulled up to a large building. It looked like the perfect place for a bunch of high teenagers to go when they wanted to have a rave or something.
The Undertaker got off the bike, and extended his hand to help Shawn. "Isn't it great?" he asked as they approached the doors. "No one in here will recognize us, so we can dance and drink freely if we want."
Shawn nodded, understanding. "Ah, good thinking, 'Taker! Now let's go!" he said happily, hopping through the entrance.
Once inside, both men were greeted by loud music, a crowded dance floor, strobe lights and a very odd, very sophisticated looking bar.
"Want a drink?" the Undertaker asked as they walked over to a small table nestled in the corner.
"No thanks, I don't drink," HBK answered with a smile. "At least, nothing alcoholic. You never know what someone like me will do when I'm drunk."
The Undertaker nodded. "Got that right," he muttered, earning a dirty look from Shawn.
The two men sat on opposite sides of the table, surprised at how relatively quiet this corner of the room was. There was a dance floor, filled with humanity, in the middle of the several tables and booths. They had the table farthest from the dancing floor, and closest to the bar, hidden perfectly from the masses.
"So… tell me about yourself," Shawn said with no preamble after the Undertaker had ordered his drinks. He wanted to use this time to really get to know the Big Guy, because, if he was perfectly honest with himself, he was lonely with Hunter out, and longed for a friend
"What do you want to know?" the bigger man asked, green eyes sparkling for a moment as he leaned forwards. He, on the other hand, had wondered why Shawn Michaels would ever even think of getting acquainted with him, but then decided that no harm could come of it. And besides, Shawn had always been something of a puzzle to him--and indescribable phenomenon. Like a miracle. Or a natural disaster. "Anything in particular?"
"Anything you want to tell me."
Mark smiled. "Alright then… Black is my favorite color, I'm smarter than everyone thinks that I am, and my favorite actor is Robert DeNiro."
"Seriously?! Me too!"
The Undertaker blinked. "What? You're smarter than everyone thinks?" he asked, thinking of the all the possibilities this would entail. He knew it! Shawn was one of the smarter guys…
Shawn shook his head. "No, no, no. My favorite actor is Robert DeNiro too!"
Mark stared blankly at him for a moment, and then began to laugh. And not just chuckle, but really laugh in a way he only rarely did.
"What's so funny?" Shawn asked innocently. "What? What did I say, 'Taker?"
"Nothing Shawn," the Phenom said, trying to stop laughing, and failing.
The Heartbreak Kid huffed slightly. "Well, I'm glad I can at least make you laugh," he grumbled, turning his head comically and causing the Undertaker to laugh even more. As he looked out onto the dance floor, he noticed a group of four young people dancing not far from where they sat; two boys and two girls. Interestingly enough, the boys were dancing together and the girls were too.
"Wow," he said, tapping 'Taker's arm and pointing discreetly at the pairs. "Now that's what I call being secure in one's sexuality," he chuckled.
The Undertaker looked over and shook his head. "Got that right. Even I'm not that secure," he laughed, and noticed how Shawn blue eyes widened slightly. 'Uh-oh,' he thought, seeing the twinkle.
"Seriously?" HBK asked, looking into Mark's eyes. "So you wouldn't be comfortable dancing with another man? You?"
'Taker tried to stop the blush he felt coming to his cheeks. "Well…not really. I mean, it would be so…awkward, I guess."
"Not if he was a great dancer. Then he could lead your steps. It would be fun!"
"Maybe. But I don't know any great dancers I'd feel comfortable with." Again, the shining eyes. "Shawn, what are you thinking?"
HBK smiled sexily. "Well, you know me, and I'm a pretty good dancer…" He stood up slowly and took the Undertaker's hand. "Come dance with me, Big Guy. It'll be fun, I promise."
The Undertaker felt himself blushing even more, and he didn't understand why. "Shawn, we're too old for this, and I'm not that good…"
"Oh, stop making excuses, Mark," Shawn scolded, trying to drag him to his feet. Getting nowhere, he was struck with an idea suddenly. "Oh, I get it," he said with a sidelong glance. "You're afraid to dance with the Heartbreak Kid!"
Mark blinked. "What?"
Shawn smiled. "You're scared to dance with me… I guess you don't think you can handle this," he said, indicating his perfect body. "Which is perfectly understandable, all things considered…"
"Shawn," the Deadman growled, face now very much red, "I ain't afraid of nothin', especially not you!" He stood up and all but dragged HBK over to the dance floor. Still grumbling, he put one arm around the smaller man's waist.
"Well, show me what you got, Michaels. Start dancing!"
Shawn hid his smile. 'Well that was easy,' he thought as the music changed. "If you insist… but who's gonna be the girl?"
The Undertaker's green eyes widened as he realized his mistake. How the hell did Shawn accomplish what no one before had?!
The thought made him laugh, and HBK laughed as well. "Whatever, I'll be the girl," the former Lord of Darkness said, feeling something between ridiculous and insane.
"Good." Shawn closed his eyes, waiting for the next song to starts. As it began, a large grin spread on his lips, and eventually became a fit of laughter. The Undertaker listened as well, face becoming a mask of surprise and disgust.
"Oh fuck," he mouthed as the other couples began dancing.
What's Your Fantasy by Ludacris was playing.
Shawn moved very close to him, smiling. "Come on girl, let's dance," he teased. In one fluid motion, he had his arms around the Deadman's waist, one leg between the Phenom's long ones. "Don't be so stiff, 'Taker," he said with a chuckle, swaying his hips suggestively. It was obvious he was making Mark uncomfortable, and Shawn was loving every second of it. 'He'll be running for his seat any second now,' he thought with a wicked grin, expecting it to happen any second.
What he didn't expect to happen was for the Undertaker to begin dancing, which he did after a while. And not just dancing, but dancing really well! Against his will, his eyes wandered to the Phenom's s gyrating hips, and stayed there.
'He's kinda hot,' HBK thought before he could stop himself. 'Really hot…' He gave a little gasp of surprise as the Undertaker went down low, taking Shawn with him.
"Geez, you're good," Shawn commented as they stood straight again. Still staring, he could only think that 'Taker danced like a really good stripper almost.
"Of course I am," Mark answered with a grin. He rarely danced, but when he did, he knew he was good. He could see it in the eyes of everyone around him, and he could see it in Shawn's eyes now. "And, uh, my face is up here," he said with a laugh. Shawn blushed.
"You make a good chick, 'Taker," he mumbled angrily. "Act just like one."
"Thanks. You too."
At that, HBK laughed even more, and took Mark's hand. "Well, since that's settled, let's go dazzle this crowd, shall we? You know how I am…"
The Undertaker thought for a moment, and then took a deep swallow of his drink. "Alright, let's go steal the show."
As Buttons by the Pussycat Dolls began to play, the two large men made their way to the center of the dance floor, already drawing a lot of attention. Without a word, Shawn stood behind the Undertaker, pulling him close.
"Let's make this good, eh?" Shawn asked in a low voice, and smiled when he saw the Deadman nod. At the same time, they began to sway their hips in sync, slowly and perfectly with the music. Shawn ran his hands through his own hair before running them down the Undertaker's long legs and up again. He followed Mark's lead as he went low--lower than Shawn had ever gone before--and nearly fell over with a chuckle.
The Undertaker smiled, and bent forwards, looking between his legs to see Shawn lying on the floor, damn near humping the floor.
'That's hot,' he thought with a laugh, before straightening up with a toss of his hair as HBK resumed his place behind him.
"They're all watching," the Deadman remarked, and Shawn smiled. Sure enough, everyone in the club had stopped dancing and all eyes were on them as they sort-of grinded.
"That's so fucking hot," one girl whispered to her boyfriend, licking her lips.
"I'll say," he answered, too busy staring to notice the look she gave him.
Suddenly, Throw It On Me by Timberland came on. The Undertaker turned to face Shawn, hair tussled.
"Weren't the Divas in this?" he asked, vaguely remembering Vince going on and on about it for weeks. Shawn shrugged.
"I don't know, but I kinda like it!" He put his arms on 'Takers shoulders, pulling himself closely to him. "Let's keep dancing, this is fun!" He looked at everyone staring at them. "Don't just watch us--dance!"
Soon enough, everyone was dancing, somewhat lost in the song and the energy coming from the two wrestlers in the center of the room. Shawn and 'Taker broke out all their best moves, glad to be with another decent dancer for the first time in a long time.
When the song was over, both men were laughing as they made their way back to their tables and then outside to get some fresh air.
"Why haven't I gone partying with you before this?!" Shawn panted. "You're amazing! There aren't many people who can even hope to keep up with me the way you can!"
'Taker smiled, hands on his hips. "You're not half bad yourself… We should do this more often."
"Agreed."
Both men were silent for a moment, when they noticed what song was playing back inside.
"Hey 'Taker, what's cooler than being cool?"
The Undertaker laughed. "Ice cold, baby," he said as they walked back in through the door, Hey Ya blaring, with every intention of dancing the night away.