Hello all, another chapter! After all the drama of the last few chapters, I think my Shawn Muse and 'Taker Muse wanted some time alone...nothing dirty. XD

I have a few announcements and notes about this chapter, so bear with me, please. Announcements first.

So, Sylerna, the one I gave the dire warning about earlier (snickers) has begun posting her fanfic. It's called Dominance, and it's an Undertaker/Batista slash fic, fixing to be really good, and really angsty. You should definitely check it out, because she's awesome and we share a (twisted) brain. (smiles)

On a completely unrelated note, I'll be taking a two week-ish hiatus starting at the end of this week because...well, because I'll be home for a bit. (blushes) The internet at home sucks, so, yeah, there's no way I'll be able to post anything while I'm there, so you'll have to forgive me. (bows) I'll post at least 2 chapters before then, though.

Notes about this chapter: I'm taking a some HUGE uh, "poetic licenses" here... I basically reunited Guns N Rose (the 1987 version of the band). Yeah, I know, I know, but I love them, and I just got a GNR CD, and it's been playing for 4 days straight non-stop, and I can't get them out of my head! (laughs) So, yeah... Also, I read somewhere that 'Taker does indeed like GNR, so I didn't make that up. XD

And, finally, sorry if this scene seems a bit...mushy, or even just bad. It worked so well in my head, but on paper I'm not so sure... Ah, well. Tell me what you think, and be honest! I can...take the...PAIN!! (laughs) Just kidding.

Ah, sorry for the so-long author's note... But now, onto the story!

Vince McMahon was sitting in his office when he happened to look out the window and saw Shawn Michaels climbing on the back of a huge black Titan with the Undertaker. He sighed and shook his head, mumbling to himself.

"What's wrong?" Shane asked, having just walked into the room. "You look…concerned."

"They're what's wrong," he said with another sigh, pointing out the window. "And I thought Shawn and Triple H were bad…"

Shane whistled, seeing the two men ride off together. "Talk about a Power Couple," he laughed, although his father wasn't very amused. "What, have they been harassing you again?"

"Of course," the owner of the WWE growled. "I'm sure Shawn's the mastermind behind it all… but with 'Taker, it's just…disturbing. I can't figure them out."

"What did they want this time?"

"A week off! A week!" He looked angrily down at the papers he had just signed…and approved. "I'll get those bastards soon… I just have to wait for the time to strike!"

Shane rolled his eyes. He could almost see the evil wheels turning in his father's head. "Sure, dad," he said nonchalantly, taking a seat. "But I wonder how the hell it happened…those two getting together, I mean. It's so…odd, don't you think? Why now?"

Vince shrugged. "Hell if I know. I always thought Shawn was with Triple H… and I was pretty sure that the Undertaker was heartless, although he did have his moments…" McMahon shook his head again. "Besides, I thought that those two, of all the guys, would know better than to date the other talent. That almost never goes well, and then I'm left to clean up the mess."

"Hey, they're old enough to know what to do and what not to do," Shane offered with a shrug. "Maybe things will go smoothly for them…"

Vince gave his son a blank look before both of them burst into laughter.

'Taker was standing in front of the mirror, removing the black make-up from his eyes, when there was a knock on the door.

"Shawn, can you get that?"

Shawn, who was lying on the bed, reading a book and listening to music, didn't even look up. "No," he said simply, turning up the volume.

"But I can't see--"

"And I don't feel like getting up."

Mark rolled his eyes, and looked in the mirror again, wiping at his left eye. 'Well, at least I got one eye clean,' he thought, heading over to the door, giving Shawn a rueful look.

"Brat," he muttered under his breath.

"Diva," the Heartbreak Kid countered smoothly.

The Undertaker gave a huff. "I am not a diva!"

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are."

'Taker opened his mouth to further protest when there was another hard knock. "You'd better be glad I love you," he growled in a low voice, certain that Shawn couldn't hear.

"I am," Shawn answered, still reading, but with a bright smile on his lips. Mark couldn't help but smile back and threw open the door.

"About time," Kane said with a smirk. "I didn't interrupt anything, did I?" he asked, as a wide smile slowly crossed his features.

"What?" 'Taker asked, eyebrow raised.

"Nothing… But if you're in an abusive relationship, I suggest you get out of it before things any get worse."

The Undertaker heard Shawn snicker from the bed, and turned to see him pointing at his right eye. Kane chuckled.

"That's a nasty black-eye you've got there, Bro…"

"Look, if you want to play comedian, can't it wait until tomorrow? Or next week? Or, better yet, why don't you--"

Kane held up his hand in a gesture of peace. "Hey, 'Taker, let's not argue… I come bearing gifts." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a white envelope, holding it out. "For you and Shawn."

Mark eyed it suspiciously. "This isn't part of some evil plot, is it?" he asked, not reaching out to take the package. "Is it going to explode or burst into flames when I tough it?"

"No…but I wish I had thought of that," Glen said with a scratch of his head. "Maybe next time. Look, just take it--I swear, you'll like it."

'Taker took the envelope and opened it slowly. "Tickets?" he asked, holding them up for Shawn to see. "To what, ECW? Are ratings that bad?"

Shawn nearly fell off the bed laughing at that, and Kane blushed angrily.

"Real funny there, bro," he growled. "Hey, I can take them back--" He reached out to grab them, but 'Taker held him back, extending his arm away as he read the print.

"Whoa--wait a minute… A Guns N Roses reunion concert?!"

In a flash, Shawn had the tickets in his hand, staring at them with a look of shock. "Oh my God! These are tickets to their reunion tour!" He looked up at Kane in wonder. "How did you get them?"

Glen smiled. "My boyfriend and I were going to go, but then we made plans to go on a mini-vacation together, and realized that we couldn't make the concert. So, I thought, why not give them to you two jokers?"

Shawn stepped forwards and gave Kane a hug, kissing him lightly on the cheek, making the Big Red Machine blush. "Thanks so much!" he said somewhat breathlessly. 'Taker was still staring at the tickets in awe. "Glen… Wow, thanks," he said after a minute, giving his younger brother a pat on the back.

"Aww, aren't you going to at least give me a hug?" Kane said with a fake pout. "Shawn here even kissed me on the cheek--"

"Fine then," 'Taker interrupted, taking his brother and pulling him close before planting a hard, wet kiss on his lips, nearly bending him backwards.

"Happy now?" he asked with a chuckle, releasing his stunned sibling and letting him drop to the floor.

"You…are a sicko," Kane laughed, wiping at his mouth, hearing Shawn applauding in the background. "And he is too." Glen stood up and dusted himself off. "Have fun at the concert," he added as he walked down the hallway.

The Undertaker was still chuckling when he felt Shawn's arms wrap around his waist from behind.

"Do brothers always act so strangely?" HBK asked with a laugh. "Or is it just you two?"

"Hopefully it's just us," Mark answered with a similar laugh. "I really, really hope it's just us."

Shawn and the Undertaker were just able to make it to their seats--front row, no less--when the opening riffs began to play.

"I can't believe they finally got back together," Shawn whispered excitedly. 'Taker nodded calmly, although his green eyes were vibrant.

"They're one of my favorite bands… At least, they were, until they started acting like asses and breaking up."

Shawn started to say something in reply, but his words caught in his throat when he noticed Axl Rose step onto the stage, looking better than he had in years. After giving a short introduction, Axl welcomed the rest of the band members onto the stage one by one, with Slash getting the loudest round of applause as he embraced his band mates.

"Do you know where you are?!" Axl screeched into the mic, and the room erupted. "You're in the jungle, baby. You're gonna diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie!"

So began the madness this is Guns N Roses. They started off with "Welcome to the Jungle" and went through several other songs before taking a short intermission for the stage to get set up. A large, black grand piano was wheeled out to the center, and soon after what seemed to be an entire orchestra appeared, taking their places behind the band.

"I thought it would be appropriate to do this song now," Axl said with a knowing grin. "All things considered."

"What's he talking about?" 'Taker wondered aloud.

Shawn shrugged. "I have no idea, but I wonder what song…" His blue eyes widened as realization dawned on him. "Oh no, not that song!"

Mark looked over, slightly confused. "What?"

"That song," Shawn explained, expression serious. A few lone piano notes began to drift over the crowd, quieting everyone with their subtle beauty. "This song…always makes me cry."

"Why?"

"I don't know… I can't remember the first time I heard it, but every time after that, I got all misty-eyed…"

Now a plaintive guitar riff joined the lone piano and the steady pounding of drums. Within seconds, the rest of the orchestra had joined in, and the first verse of "November Rain" was being sung in Axl's mournful voice.

Shawn honestly didn't know what is what about the song that broke his heart, but it did, and before he knew it, the image of the band in front of him began to blur as unshed tears filled his eyes.

"I'll be back," he whispered to his lover, trying to hide his state, and rushed out the entrance doors, craving fresh air and space. Immediately, however, he understood why Axl wanted to play the song now.

It was raining outside.

The Heartbreak Kid managed a small smile as he stood out in the downpour, letting the warm droplets wash over him. His mind seemed to clear as he closed his eyes, tears flowing freely. Long ago, he vaguely remembered, someone had used this song to comfort him when he had been broken.

But who and why he couldn't recall.

"It's probably for the best," he whispered aloud, as Slash began his solo, and Axl's voice echoed off the walls. Shawn wrapped his arms around himself, lost in thoughts and memories that he hated but never wanted to forget.

"Shawn?" a surprisingly soft voice called, and the Heartbreak Kid turned to see Mark standing there, green eyes clouded with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, approaching slowly.

"I'm fine," Shawn answered, wiping at his tears, smiling slightly. "I know, I know, what kind of guy cries over a song, right?" he said with a self-depreciating chuckle.

'Taker smiled and took Shawn into his arms, letting the rain wash over both of them. "It's okay if you do," he said in the same soft voice, pressing Shawn's head protectively against his chest.

If there was one thing in the world he hated more than anything else, it was seeing Shawn cry. Hell, seeing Shawn cry made him want to cry--and that just doesn't, or so he told himself. But sometimes he felt Shawn's pain so acutely…

His strong arms tightened around the smaller man.

"I wish I could take away your pain forever," Mark whispered aloud before he could stop himself, and immediately, two bright, blue, tear-filled eyes fixed on his.

'Where the hell did that come from?!' he wondered, looking away quickly. 'I sound like some hopeless romantic…'

"Do you really mean that?" Shawn asked in a low tone, never tearing his gaze away from the taller man.

"Of course I do," 'Taker said with a small smile. "I'm standing out in the rain with you, aren't I?"

Shawn smiled in return and finally wrapped his arms around his lover. "Thank you," was all he said after for a long moment, enjoying the warmth and comfort.

"You know," he began after another pause. "I always wanted to kiss someone in the rain. You know, like in the movies…"

'Taker raise an eyebrow. "So what's stopping you?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all" Shawn said as a bright smile touched at the corner of his lips, wrapping his arms around the Undertaker's neck and pressing their mouths together. Not wanting to rush, he didn't push further, taking the time to enjoy Mark's sweet lips before plundering his even-sweeter mouth. Shawn let his tongue flick across 'Taker's, pulling their bodies even closer, wet clothes creating a pleasant sensation between them. Vaguely, he was aware of the music speeding up, and Axl's voice drifted out to them along with Slash's crying guitar.

'Taker's grip on Shawn tightened, as a frightening thought hit him like a ton of bricks.

'I really do love him. I'm vulnerable… But I can't stop it… Don't break my heart, Shawn, please.'

Shawn could swear he saw tears coming from Mark's now-closed eyes, but he figured it was just the rain--the same rain that washed away his own tears.

Inside the large concert hall, "November Rain" was just ending.

Review? Is it obvious that I love GNR? (laughs) But seriously, when I think of Guns N Roses, I think of 'Taker and Shawn...