Hey there again, Dear Reader (s). I have come bearing chapters! At least, one chapter. Things are really going to get interesting now... Maybe even a bit fluffy and cheesy sometimes, so please forgive me for that. Anyway, enjoy! Comments, reviews, criticism...all are welcome, and I kinda need them to make sure my story is entertaining. After all, I'm not like the WWE. Ooooh! Burn!!

Haha, okay, I've rambled long enough. Enjoy!

The Undertaker had the address memorized, and it only took him a few minutes of searching to find the house Shawn has specified. It was a nice house—big, but not too much so, a house that sung of elegance and simplicity; a place that was obviously called "home." 'Taker stopped his bike out front, carefully gathering his bags before knocking on the plain wooden door. Almost instantly, it opened to reveal a very muted room, with soft tones and the comforting scent of…

"Hey Mark! I just brought some fresh cookies! Come on in!" HBK took the Deadman's hand and led him into the house, taking his bags.

"Shawn, wait, I can take my bags upstairs," 'Taker began, but was silenced quickly by a look from HBK.

"Mark, you're my guest here. Now, I'll take your bags up, and you make yourself comfortable," Shawn announced before all-but-skipping up the stairs. Mark shook his head with a smile before settling on the nearest armchair.

'Here I am…in Shawn's house…' he thought, letting his head fall back and blushing slightly. 'And I'm more or less in love with the guy but…' His green eyes wandered over to a photo of Triple H and Shawn standing together outside an arena, and a small, sad smile crossed his lips. 'Of course, I can't forget about Hunter. Shawn has been with him forever…' He closed his eyes and sighed. 'Well, I'm here now, and I'll be damned if I don't enjoy myself!'

As if on cue, Shawn came walking loudly down the stairs, and fell on the couch opposite Mark.

"How much did you pack?!" he asked, catching his breath dramatically. "What, are you moving in permanently?!"

'Taker laughed. "Only if you want me to," he said in a light voice, opening one eye. To his surprise, he saw that Shawn was smiling.

"That might be a good idea," the Heartbreak Kid said with a chuckle, although in his heart, he knew that he was serious. The thought of the Undertaker moving in with him made his heart—and other things—flutter with pleasure. The tension in the air, although not hostile, was very palpable. Shawn dare not make eye contact with Mark—He knew exactly why he invited him over, and he knew for certain that he would feel terrible if his unspoken desires were enacted…

"Let's go out," Mark said suddenly, standing up with a smile. "I know a good place we can go."

Shawn laughed with relief and surprise. "Oh, really? And where to?

The Undertaker threw on his jacket with a smile. "Come with me, and you'll see."

The two men stumbled back in at about 3am, laughing and exhausted.

"You really do know all the hot spots!" Shawn said with a laugh, falling onto the couch. "I haven't had such a great time since…" He smiled and didn't finish his sentence. He didn't want to.

The Undertaker likewise fell into a recliner, putting his long legs comfortably over the arm of the large chair, smiling the entire time. Shawn was definitely the perfect partner when it came to partying and raising hell. They had gone from one club to another, stopping only to grab some ice cream before riding around the town on his Titan and then going to one of the most dangerous, sketchy hangouts in town.

And they had gone in and come out laughing.

"Mark, are you listening to me?" Shawn asked suddenly, and the Deadman smiled even more.

"Sorry," he said, letting his back rest against the other arm of the chair. "I was just thinking about how much fun I had tonight." Mark looked over at Shawn, and saw his smile mirrored on the smaller man's face.

"In that case," the Heartbreak Kid said with a laugh. "You're free to zone out." He started to say more when he noticed that there was a message on his answering machine. "That's odd," he said, moving over to the device.

'Taker raised an eyebrow. "What's odd?" he asked, following Shawn's gaze and movements. HBK pressed a large red button and listened closely.

"Hey Shawn," Vince's voice said--a bit too happily--as it came from the machine. "I know it's late, but I've just been informed that we have special deal with the company that prints WWE Magazine. They've offered us a free photo shoot within the next week…" There was a short silence. "I'm going to call it 'Legends,' and its going to feature you, the Undertaker, and few of the other guys who have proven themselves to be Hall of Fame material. I'll call you tomorrow with more details. Ciao."

Shawn Michaels shrugged. "Guess we're going to be in the magazine again, Mark," he said, erasing the message. "From the way Vince sounded, it's going to be big, though."

"Maybe," the Undertaker said with a similar shrug. "Guess we'll see tomorrow." He yawned. "Until then, I'll be sleeping."

"You? Sleeping? At night?" Shawn teased as he stood. "Isn't that against some kind of vampire law or something?"

The Undertaker smirked. "Real funny, Michaels. But if I'm a vampire…" And he took a long step over to Shawn so that he was right in front of him. "You had better watch yourself tonight. I might get thirsty."

HBK stood there, undaunted, still smiling. "Hey, if you ever feel the need to drink, I got plenty and more…" He walked past the big man and headed up the stairs. "Goodnight," he said softly, reminding himself that he had a lover already.

'Taker watched him go, shaking his head. He wanted so badly to follow Shawn right up and to his room--to his bed--but a small part of him told him that he shouldn't do such things, that being with Shawn would only make things worse.

With a sigh, he headed to his own room, which was thankfully on the first floor.

Sexy photo-shoot time!!