Hello again everyone! Thanks to all who have been reading so far, and a special kiss to those who have reviewed. Well, I'm back from Break, and look what we have here! Another chapter! This one is kinda long, so I apologize, somewhat. But I promise you'll like it (I think...). A bit of my inner perv comes out... Well, I don't want to give away TOO much, but let's just say this: Proceed with caution.

As always, this is slash, rated M, and you have been warned. I don't own any of these guys, 'cause if I did... Well, you can imagine what things would be like if I owned them, right? (wicked laughter) On with the story! Enjoy! Reviews and suggestions and comments are appreciated.

Shawn was all smiles the next day as he stood in the lobby, holding a bouquet of flowers in his strong arms. Finally, he had a chance to visit Hunter. It was noon, so he knew that the Undertaker was probably asleep--he was definitely a night/early morning type of guy who didn't do afternoons--and wouldn't miss him if he was to disappear for a few hours.

Now there was a funny thought. Mark missing him. Shawn laughed aloud. 'As if he even thinks of me.'

Swinging his car keys, Shawn walked happily out to the car he had rented and gunned the engine before speeding down the streets, eager to see his lover and best friend again. For some reason, however, he couldn't erase the small feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach, which only seemed to grow as he neared the hospital.

He prayed to his lucky stars that everything would be okay.

"Open the door, it's me," the Undertaker whispered as he knocked on his younger brother's door. "Come on, Kane, I know you're in there."

The door opened slowly, and a sleepy-eyed Big Red Machine looked out. "The hell…? Mark, it's only 1pm. You know I don't wake up until 6..."

The Undertaker rolled his eyes. "It's important, now move," he said as he all but pushed his way in.

"Come on in," Kane said sarcastically, motioning to his bed. "Have a seat, brother. Would you like some coffee, because I sure as hell need some now that--"

"Alright, I get it! I woke you up! I'm sorry! You can have your revenge later, okay?"

Kane's eyes sparkled for a moment as he whipped out a note pad and a pen. "Revenge on the Undertaker…" he said as he wrote. "Painful and embarrassing… Alright," he said, putting down the notepad and sitting on the bed next to his big brother. "What is it you wanted to talk about?"

"Well, Glen, I…" Mark felt his face reddening slightly. "I think I…have a crush on someone."

Glen stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter and falling off the bed. "You're kidding me!" he said between guffaws. "You're in love?! YOU?!"

The Deadman gave his brother a venomous look as he rolled on the floor. "I'm glad you find this so amusing," he said coldly. But then his tone softened. "And…I don't know if it's love. I just…like him a lot."

Kane at last regained his composure. "Mind telling me who he is?" he asked, taking his seat again.

"No," 'Taker said, folding his arms. "I mean, yes, I do mind telling you!" he added after a moment of utter silence. "I don't want to tell you!" he said at last.

Kane grinned. "Doesn't matter. I could just guess, and it would be sooooo easy. I could go down the list of guys, and when I got to him, you'd blush."

"And punch you in the eye."

"That too. But it's a risk I'm willing to take." Glen laughed. "Is it Shawn Michaels?" he asked suddenly.

For a moment, the Undertaker was too surprised to react, green eyes growing wide. Within seconds, however, he could feel himself blushing, and before he could reach over to throttle his brother, Kane was on the other side of the room, holding a pillow defensively.

"I knew it!" he laughed. "I knew it!"

"How?!"

"Oh come on, 'Taker. No one else knows you as well as I do. I could see it in your eyes… Besides, you'd never dance like that with someone you didn't have some kind of feelings for."

The Deadman blushed even more, cursing himself for being so easy to read. Then Kane's words registered to him. "Wait…dancing like what?" He looked on in horror as Kane took out his cell phone and pressed play. Sure enough, there was a video of him and Shawn dancing very…suggestively…the night after the Royal Rumble. "You were there?!" he yelled, jumping from the bed and making a desperate grab for the offending device, only to miss completely as Kane jumped over to the other side of the bed.

"I always go to that club with you," Glen said with a wink. "And when I saw you going there with Shawn in tow, I was shocked…and took out my camera, of course." He looked at the video with a smile. "I didn't know you could dance like that, Bro. You gotta teach me!"

"Please tell me you're not going to do anything with that video," Mark said, eyes widening.

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't…" Kane laughed, keeping the phone out of reach. "Maybe I'll show it to the guys…" The green eyes widened even more. "Or, better yet, put it on the Internet for everyone to see…"

"Kane! No!"

Glen loved watching his big brother squirm. It was a lovely sight. "I think I'll just keep it as a bit of blackmail for later purposes…" He put the phone back in his pocket. "For now, you can tell me all about how you fell for the Heartbreak Kid."

"I despise you," the Undertaker grumbled, sitting down on the bed again, folding his arms and pouting. Kane came over and put his arm around him, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Love you too, Bro."

"Shawn!" Triple H sat up excitedly, blond hair catching the afternoon sun perfectly, glowing with light.

HBK smiled brightly and sat on the edge of the hospital bed before setting the flowers on the nearby table and hugging his best friend and lover tightly. "I've missed you a lot, Hunter, and I just had to come see you."

The Game pulled Shawn even tighter to his chest, eyes misting. Every time he saw Shawn, he just wanted to cry, the man had such an effect on him. He didn't know why he loved him so much--he just did. And that was enough of a reason for Hunter Hearst Helmsley.

"Shawn," he said in a near whisper, and then coughed to clear his throat. "Shawn, it's so good to see you! It's been boring as hell here… No one at the hospital thinks that our rooster jokes are funny."

The Heartbreak Kid laughed. "Well, of course they don't. They don't know Vince as well as we do." He tossed his ponytail back with a chuckle. "And I wouldn't expect a bunch of stiffs like this to laugh at anything. The receptionist nearly killed me when I whipped out the cans of green spray paint."

Hunter laughed and sat back against his pillow. "Ah, Shawn, I haven't had such a good laugh since I got injured…" His smile dimmed slightly. "It's a shame I'm going to miss 'Mania…"

Shawn patted his friend on the forehead. "It's okay, Hunt. I'll fight for both of us. And I'll win the WWE Championship from Cena for us."

"Cena. Little brat." Triple H shook his head and scowled. "The kid is so obviously in love with you, it's not even funny."

"True," HBK laughed. "But he knows that I'm taken…" Shawn leaned over and placed a soft, fleeting kiss on Hunter's lips. "And I have no intention of ever being otherwise."

Triple H sighed happily. "My Shawn…" Kissing him was enough to dispel any fears he had. For some reason, his "boyfriend senses" had been going crazy, and he was certain that Shawn was developing a thing for John Cena. But since that wasn't the case…

"I'm glad you're mine," Triple H said, hugging Shawn again. "I'll always be yours."

Shawn smiled, and looked over at the flowers. 'I guess it would be best not to mention 'Taker,' he thought, running a hand along Hunter's arm. 'It would only upset him. Besides, we're just friends.'

"And that's the whole story?" Kane asked. He and the Undertaker were lying on the bed, with Kane listening intently as his brother told him about loving--although he did not use the word--Shawn Michaels.

"I think that's the whole story," Mark said after a moment. "We've all changed so much in these past few years…" He turned on his side and put an arm across his younger brother's chest. "I used to hate Shawn, and now I'm nearly…" He sighed. "I used to hate you too, but now I love you."

Kane smiled quietly and turned to his brother as well. "I, for one, am glad for these changes." He pressed his forehead against 'Taker's. "Bro, if you like him, go after him. I want to see you happy."

The Undertaker smiled sadly. "I can't. I can't tell him how I feel… There's no way he'd fall for me. I can't, Glen. He'll say no." He sighed again, beautifully. "I don't even know if I can love…"

Glen grinned. "Mark, have some confidence for heaven's sake! You're a great catch!"

"That's what Shawn said."

"Well, there you have it!" Kane said, sitting up. "Listen, if you don't want to go to him, have him come to you. You're already friends…just be there for him. He'll come around eventually."

The Undertaker sighed. "Maybe." Then a smile stole across his lips. "I need to practice being in love, though. This shit is weird."

Kane laughed. "Hey, I could teach you how to kiss for 50 bucks a pop." The Big Red Machine smiled as his brother sat up slowly, a devilish smile on his lips.

"Are you kidding me?" he asked, taking Glen's chin in his hand. "I'm a damn good kisser. I don't need your help."

"Prove it," Kane grinned, leaning closer. "20 bucks says you won't."

"50 says I will," the Undertaker said as he pressed his lips gently against Kane's.

Shawn pulled away from Hunter gently, not wanting to break the kiss, but knowing that he had to.

"It's getting late," he said, sighing. "I have to get back before the show starts."

Hunter nodded slowly, kissing Shawn's hand. "I know. Thanks for coming to see me, buddy. It really made my day. Hell, it made my whole month!" He smiled, that smile that made Shawn's heart pound. "Come back as soon as you can, alright?"

"I will," HBK said with a grin. "And you get better as fast as you can, okay?"

"It's a deal." Hunter gave Shawn the cheesiest thumbs up ever, and Shawn returned it with a grin before walking out to his car. As he put the key in the ignition, he couldn't help but touch his lips with his fingers. How long had it been since he'd had a kiss?

'I wonder how Mark kisses,' he thought absently, immediately scolding himself for the thought. He had Hunter, he loved him, and that was certain.

But what was it he felt for the Undertaker? Affection? Was that even the right word? And why would the Undertaker even give him a second glance?

'That's it, I need some advice on this whole mess,' Shawn told himself as he sped down the roads, ignoring any and all traffic laws. 'And I know just who to talk to.'

"Damn," Glen whispered, eyes closed. "That was one hell of a kiss, Bro."

"Of course it was." The Undertaker's lips were only a hairsbreadth away from Kane's. "I told you I was good." He gave Glen another quick kiss and then stood up. "Thanks, Bro. I guess I'll just wait for Shawn to come around…if he ever does. If not, that's cool too."

Kane sighed and lay back on the bed. "Whatever you say," he chuckled. "By the way, you owe me."

"No I don't." Mark laughed. "And besides, kissing you is fucked up enough without me having to pay for it." He waved to his younger brother affectionately. "It's 3 in the afternoon… I'm going to sleep," he announced as he walked out the door. Kane laughed, and opened his cell phone.

"I love you. Bro, but you are not the sharpest knife in the drawer," he laughed quietly.

So, that's all for Chapter 6! Who will Shawn talk to, and how will it affect his actions? Will the Undertaker admit that he loves Shawn? Does he even love Shawn? Does Shawn love him? And what about Hunter, who seems more or less oblivious to things? Or is he?

Next part will be up soon, I promise! Oh, and I make a cameo appearance in the next part. Don't worry, it'll be short and painless, I promise. And no, I don't get any Shawn OR 'Taker action, which sucks. (laugh)