I think I'd describe this chapter here as short and sweet...obviously, it leads into something, erm, pretty important. (blushes) At any rate, I hope you all have enjoyed, and thanks for bearing with me this long! I go home in T-2 days, so the next part will most likely be up tomorrow night sometime. Don't want to keep y'all waiting too long now... (grins)

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"You're limping," Shawn observed aloud as the Undertaker made his way to the locker room. He watched as the Deadman sat somewhat wearily on a bench, touching his hip lightly on the right side. Traveling together those past few months had it's benefits, but it also had a few draw backs… like seeing one another in pain after matches. That was the worst.

"I'm always limping, Shawn, this is no big deal" was the oft-spoken answer.

Shawn pouted and shook his head, completely unconvinced. "No, I think you're in pain right now… That Spear you took was really brutal, and I saw how you landed. That had to hurt."

'Taker shrugged. "It doesn't really matter. I'll be fine by tomorrow, probably by later tonight." He brought one of his legs up so that he could unlace his boot when he felt Shawn standing very close to him.

"I think," HBK said with a mischievous smile. "I can do something about your pain." He patted the bench. "But you'll have to lie down."

Mark raised an eyebrow. "What are you planning, Shawn? Your face has 'trouble' written all over it."

"Me? Trouble? Never!" Shawn laughed, touching his boyfriend's long black hair. "Honestly, I'm just going to give you a massage to loosen those muscles, that's all."

'Taker nodded and lay on his stomach, long legs straddling the sides of the bench, arms folded at his head for a pillow. Shawn sat behind him, close, but not too close, and began to massage the big man's lower back, slowly moving upwards.

"Mmmm, that feels nice," 'Taker said softly, loving the feel of Shawn's hands as they worked out the several knots in his back and shoulders. When they reached his aching hips, however, he grimaced slightly.

"Sorry," Shawn whispered, noticing the subtle flinch. He eased some of the pressure, letting his thumbs move in small circles. His focus, though, wasn't as much on what he was doing as it was on the beautiful man lying in front of him. Every time 'Taker moved even a little, Shawn could see his muscles ripple tantalizingly under the black singlet.

Unfortunately, the Deadman was perfectly still at the moment.

'I'll have to fix that right away,' Shawn thought with a grin. In one motion, he pulled himself even closer to the Undertaker--so close that their bodies were touching--and now he let his hands go a little lower.

As hoped, 'Taker squirmed slightly, feeling Shawn's body pressed against his. He bit his lower lip, trying to become still again and failing as it suddenly became uncomfortable to be lying on his stomach. A soft moan escaped his lips as HBK let his fingers dig into his sides.

'Shit,' Mark thought, hoping Shawn couldn't see the redness of his face. 'He's doing this on purpose…' His suspicions were confirmed when he felt Shawn's hard crotch pressed firmly against his ass, even though he was still technically just massaging his hips. Against his will he moaned again, pushing back against his tormentor, and this time he heard Shawn's soft gasp.

"Jesus, get a room you two," a voice said from the door. Shawn turned his head and saw Kane standing there, grinning. "This is a public place, for heaven's sake!"

Shawn laughed lightly before putting a hand on 'Taker's back. "What do you say, Mark," he began, voice slightly deepened by lust. "How about we take your little brother's advice?" He was careful to sound as calm as possible--after all, the two hadn't had a chance to make love yet, and Shawn wanted it to be special when it happened.

And now was as good a time as any, he reasoned.

"Wanna get a room, Deadman?"

The Undertaker sat up slowly, eyes locking with Shawn's. He had told Shawn over and over that he wasn't in it for the sex, and made a point of never bringing it up. Now, though, since Shawn himself mentioned it…

"Only if you want to," he said softly, smiling as Shawn leaned in to kiss him.

"You don't know how much I want to… And we're free this week, so we'll have plenty of time to…get to know one another even better." HBK chuckled slightly, looking over at the door. "Although, we should take care of your little brother first."

"Agreed."

Glen started to leave, but quick as lightening felt his arm gripped by 'Taker. He watched somewhat helplessly as Shawn closed the locker room door and instructed his boyfriend to muscle his poor little brother into a corner.

"Guys--" Kane began, but was silenced by a look.

"Stay right there," 'Taker ordered, and Shawn's grin widened as he sat on the bench once again. Mark sat facing him, and they shared a smile before looking at Kane again.

'What the hell are they planning?' Kane thought with a shudder. He knew his brother well; who knew what he would do with Shawn as a co-conspirator!

"Look, I can just leave--"

"Shush," Shawn commanded, looking back at the Undertaker, and Glen pouted slightly.

"What are you…?" he began again, but his voice faded when he saw Shawn's hand on the back of his brother's neck. And his jaw dropped to the floor when he saw them pull in ever-so-closely for a kiss. But it wasn't just a kiss; it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen! The two men seemed to be pros at it, lips touching lightly, tongues coming into occasional contact. Even their eyes were closed as they slid their hands through one another's flowing hair.

'Damn,' Glen thought, watching, unable to look away. He was still wondering what they had planned for him--and why they were suddenly making out like teenagers--but everything became apparent when he looked down and noticed the slight bulge in his clothes.

"You bastards! You know I have a match tonight!" he said angrily, and saw the smile that passed between them, though their lips never left one another. Shawn dipped his head slightly and began to suck at Mark's neck, drawing a low, sweet growl from the bigger man. In retaliation, the Undertaker pulled the Heartbreak Kid onto his lap, sliding his hands under his shirt and stroking the soft skin.

Kane swallowed hard. 'This is…really…hot…' was all he could think, wondering if he should run for the door, and then realizing that he had lost all the feeling in his legs. Suddenly, he heard the aforementioned door open, and in walked Batista, eyes wide at the sight of the two men before he glanced over at the poor, paralyzed Kane.

"Kane your match is next… Dude, that's your brother," the Animal said with a smirk when he noticed the Big Red Machine's unfortunate state. "That's kinda sick."

"Fuck off!" Glen growled, anger giving him the strength to storm out of the room--barely. Batista watched him go with a laugh, then gave one rueful glance at the two men, who had stopped kissing and were laughing their asses off.

"I don't even want to know," Batista said with a shake of his head, turning to leave.

Hee hee, poor Kane...

Shawn Muse: Tune in tomorrow, when TheVampireLucinda finally earns her M rating...

TVL: Wait...what?! (blushes) Ummmm... (Looks fearfully a 'Taker Muse)

Taker Muse: Heh, still scared of me?

TVL: ...Yes.

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