What's this? The Vampire Lucinda is updating his story in the middle of the day?! It's still daylight, should I be asleep?!
Yes. Yes I should. And I will be asleep in approx. 15-20 minutes. But, I decided, why not post the next chapter. Thanks again to all of you for being so patient with me...And thanks so much for the reviews! They mean a lot, and I've broken the 200 mark!
Random note: I'm really happy for two reasons. First, someone I've, uh, liked since high school talked with me yesterday. It was good. And I, being a fool, had thought I was over him. (sighs) Even better, I'm getting to watch a kendo/iado competition tomorrow! I'm so excited!
Oh, bugger. I just realized that this chapter is a bit longer than the ones I usually post. I'm sorry.
Anyway, Hunter's back...he and the Undertaker have already fought once...and poor, poor Shawn. I hope you all enjoy!
Shawn Michaels was settling comfortably into a chair, having earlier bid Ric Flair a good night as he went out with a group of women half his age, when he heard two soft knocks at his door. He opened it slowly, and was greeted with perhaps one of the funniest, most heartbreaking sights he had ever seen.
Triple H was standing there, holding the red roses he had bought for Shawn, but had forgotten to give to him due to his fight with the Undertaker. His nose was bloody, he had a black eye, and his blond hair was a tangled mess. Standing at his side, refusing to look down at him, was the Undertaker, shirtless and barefoot, arms crossed. He had a nasty cut on his forehead that was bleeding into his eyes, yet he didn't seem to notice.
Shawn forced a smile. "Yes?" he asked, somewhat nervous, although a part of him did want to chuckle.
"Shawn," Triple H began, holding out the roses. "I'm so sorry I yelled at you… I didn't even give you a chance to explain… I'm so sorry. I was just so happy to see you after so long, and then I see him in your bed. It was a little shocking, y'know?"
The Undertaker rolled his eyes, but then looked earnestly at Shawn. "I'm sorry too… I, uh, shouldn't have attacked him… He is your friend after all--"
"Boyfriend," the Game amended, earning a scowl from the Undertaker as he fell silent.
Shawn shook his head. 'At least they're not hitting one another…for now.'
"Good enough. Come in, you two. Sit down. We need to have a long talk." As they sat down, Undertaker took the seat on Shawn's left, Hunter the one on his right, both men glaring at one another whenever their eyes had the misfortune of meeting. Shawn, in his most soothing voice told Triple H the entire story, starting with the Rumble, choosing his words carefully.
"And that's how I fell in love with him. Or rather, realized that I loved him," Shawn said affectionately, glancing at the Deadman, who had a small smile on his lips as he pressed a towel against his forehead. Triple H snorted.
"Alright… So you love him…" He said it with just enough contempt to hide the fear and sorrow behind the words. Through the whole story, he had only barely been able to contain his rage.
'I can't get mad…not yet,' he told himself, fists clenched so hard that his palms had started bleeding. 'But Shawn is…'
"Are you breaking up with me, because if you are, I guess I can give these flowers to someone else," he joked, forcing himself to smile, knowing that if he didn't smile, he'd break down completely.
Shawn, however, could see right through the charade. "Of course not, Hunter," the Heartbreak Kid said with a small smile in return, placing a hand on Hunter's strong arm. "I love you too. I'll always love you, you know that. The problem is that…I love you both."
HHH shook his. "You can't love us both…can you?"
Shawn shrugged. "I guess so, because I do. But…it's not fair to either of you for me to be this way, so I guess I'll…have to choose…" He looked up from his hands, and saw, to his surprise, a look of sadness of both of his lovers' faces.
"Oh," was all the Undertaker said after an uncomfortable silence, green eyes clouding over, as he looked away. He had been hoping that Shawn would have been so in love with him by the time Triple H returned that there wouldn't be any doubt in his mind who he wanted to be with. "Well, take your time," he said, forcing a small smile, feeling a keen sense of hopelessness.
Triple H was also silent for a long moment, and then nodded. "Yes… Please take your…time." For Shawn to have taken up with the Undertaker like that…obviously, the man had something that Shawn wanted. He just hoped it was just sex, or protection, and nothing more.
Also forcing a smile, he leaned towards his friend, and lover, and pressed their foreheads together. "I trust that you'll make the right decision, Shawn. Just remember who your best friend is."
The Undertaker felt the heat rise in his face and took Shawn's hand, stroking it gently. "Yes… and also remember and who is absolutely loyal to you. Who never betrayed you and never will."
"You couldn't have betrayed him because you were never his friend," Triple H hissed.
"Your point?" the Undertaker asked coldly, eyes narrowing. He and HHH glared at one another over Shawn's head, who was sitting very still, lost in thought.
'I can't choose between them,' was the first thought. 'But I have to. But I can't. I love them both so much and… And in their own way, they both need me. 'Taker probably couldn't deal with a broken heart, and I love him… But Hunter… well, what's Hunter without Shawn? Who's Shawn without Hunter?'
Shawn rubbed at his temples, sighing. He was beginning to get an acute headache but, worse, he had this growing feeling of dread in his stomach. Knowing himself, knowing Hunter, knowing 'Taker, he was sure that before this was all over, someone was going to get hurt bad. Most likely two someones, one of whom would definitely be him.
After a long moment, he stood up. "I think we should all go back to my room and to bed," he announced. "I can't really think right now, and I'm sleepy…"
"Then let's go back to bed," Hunter said tenderly, taking Shawn by the arm and beginning to pull him away. Suddenly, however, his progress was stopped and he looked over to see that 'Taker had Shawn's other arm.
"The hell do you think you're going?" he asked in a low voice. "Last time I checked, I was sharing a room with Shawn. You can stay here."
Triple H tugged at Shawn's arm. "Well, last time I checked, Shawn and I have been sharing a room since, what, 1997? And besides, don't you have a coffin or something to sleep in?"
The Undertaker growled and tugged Shawn back towards him. "That's real fucking funny, Helmsley. Why don't you just stay in Vince's room? Who knows, maybe if you let him fuck you, you'll be WWE Champion by the end of the month."
Hunter opened his mouth to reply when he felt Shawn snatch his arm away from him, and then from 'Taker.
"Both of you need to shut up," he said angrily. "You sound like two children, and you're fighting over me like I'm some stupid toy! How do you think that makes me feel?" Shawn folded his arms. He hated being like this sometimes, but they weren't giving him much choice.
"Now, listen," he continued. "It's my room we're going to, and I say that we can all stay together for tonight if you two can refrain from killing one another."
'Taker shook his head. "Where will we all sleep?"
Shawn rubbed his chin. "My bed, I guess."
"Will we all fit?" Triple H asked, earning a look of disgust from the Undertaker.
"It doesn't matter if we'll all fit, 'cause I ain't sharing a bed with you!" he growled. Hunter bristled.
"And why not? You too good to sleep in the same bed as me?"
"No, I'm worried about what you'd do to us when we go to sleep, you pervert!"
"More like what you'd do to Shawn when he goes to sleep! Isn't that how you got him in the first place?"
Shawn stepped between the two men as they got in each other's faces, growling, getting sick of the arguing already. "Didn't I tell you two to shut up?! Look, fight again, and you're both in trouble. Understand?"
"And just what are you gonna do?" the Undertaker said offhandedly before he could stop himself. 'Shit,' he thought as Shawn gave him an acid glance that made him wince slightly. 'Gotta watch the attitude.'
"Look, 'Taker, you can sleep somewhere else if you want, okay? I'm sure Hunter won't mind, will you Hunter?"
Triple H smiled smugly and put his arm on Shawn's shoulders. "Not at all, Shawn. Not at all."
The Undertaker blushed with anger, but also felt a pang of worry. 'What if I drive Shawn away from me?' he thought, clenching his fist. 'Then he won't have any trouble choosing. I'll lose him myself…'
"Sorry Shawn," he muttered after a moment, anger fading to nothing. "We can all sleep together, if that's what you want."
Triple H hugged Shawn. "Slumber party!" he laughed, and HBK laughed as well. "This is gonna be fun!"
The Deadman rolled his eyes. He had forgotten how bad those two could be when they got together. 'Like two teenage boys,' he thought, sighing, watching them make plans to push two beds together, and then argue over who would sleep on which side. 'Or…teenage girls. Holy shit.'
Now he really was worried about what would happen when he went to sleep. 'Won't be surprised if I wake up without eyebrows or something,' he thought as DX began making plans for their slumber party.
When the Undertaker woke up the next morning, the first thing he did was check his eyebrows. Shawn was next to him, although he knew that Triple H was on the other side.
'Good, still there,' he thought, sighing with relief, when he realized that his nails had been painted black. With a growl, he got out of the overcrowded bed and looked in the mirror. Of course there was purple eye shadow on his eyelids. Of course. And his hair had been tied into two pigtails on the sides of his head.
"You look cute," Shawn said, yawning and rubbing his eyes and then laughing as the big man blushed.
Triple H turned on his side. "Yeah," he said in a low voice. "Just give him some red lipstick and he'll look like the whore that he is."
"Hunter!" Shawn said, gasping. Before he could say another word, the Undertaker had Triple H by the collar.
"I'm sorry, could you say that a bit louder?" he said in a low, deadly voice. "I didn't hear you."
Triple H shrugged him off, or at least, tried to. "I said you're a whore, and now you actually look like one." He smirked. "A pretty decent one too."
The Undertaker dragged him out of the bed and slammed him hard against the wall, driving the breath out of him. "You son of a bitch…" he began, raising his fist. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on his scalp. With a small cry, he realized that someone was pulling his hair…hard…nearly bending him backwards. "Let go!" he gasped, releasing HHH. The pulling stopped, and he turned and saw Shawn standing there, arms crossed.
"Don't hit him," was all he said, and the Undertaker growled, but kept his mouth shut and began fixing his hair and removing the make up on the other side of the room. Then the Heartbreak Kid turned his blazing eyes on Triple H. "And you don't speak badly of him," he commanded. Ever so slowly, a wicked little smile began to grow on his lips and Hunter gulped.
"Actually," Shawn began, clasping his hands behind his back, grinning like a demon now. "I want you two to kiss and make up. Now."
The Undertaker shrugged and held out his hand reluctantly. Triple H began to do the same, when Shawn suddenly stopped him.
"No, no, you two. I mean kiss and make up like real men." His smile grew brighter as HHH caught on, eyes widening in terror.
"Oh, come on Shawn…" he began, knowing his dear friend all too well. "I don't want to kiss him!"
'Taker blinked. "Wait, wait…you want us to literally kiss?!" he asked with a shocked and disgusted expression. "Hell no!"
"Yeah Shawn," Triple H said firmly. "You can only boss us around so much! There's no way in hell I'm gonna kiss the Undertaker."
The Heartbreak Kid stared at the two bigger men, smile never leaving. "Oh, so you're going to flat out deny me something?" he asked calmly. Too calmly. "Well then, the two of you can have fun spending the rest of the year together, minus one Showstopper." He walked over to the closet and began to pack his bags, ignoring the pleas of the other two men. He had just finished packing away his favorite jeans when Triple H caved.
"Alright Shawn!" he said desperately. "I'll do it…For you. Only for you." He turned to the Deadman. "Let's get this over with," he said despairingly.
'Taker made a face at the Game. But after looking at Shawn, he knew he had no choice. To refuse could be to lose the one man he loved…as he realized last night, it was Shawn who held are the cards now, and he couldn't afford to screw up.
"Good…" Shawn said softly as they approached one another. "Now, embrace…gently… Gently, Mark! Good…" He began to laugh. "On the lips boys," he directed. "And make it good."
The Undertaker and Triple H had both turned unhealthy shades of red being so close to one another, wrapped reluctantly in one another's arms. 'Taker leaned in first, lowering his head slightly and closing his green eyes. "Just do it," he whispered.
Hunter nodded, closing his eyes as well, and lifted his head before pressing his lips against Mark's.
"You guys can do better than that!" Shawn called from somewhere that seemed far away.
'I'm going to kick his ass,' Triple H thought with a growl as he pressed his lips harder against the Undertaker's. To his surprise, he felt the Deadman's tongue flick across his lips, and heard a delighted gasp from Shawn. Not to be outdone, however, he opened his own mouth, tongue touching 'Taker's before entering the big man's own warm mouth. Forced though this kiss was, he had to admit that it was pretty fucking hot. Even more of a turn on was the fact that Shawn was watching all of this, and apparently enjoying what he saw.
Mark could sense this as well, and the last thing he wanted was to be overshadowed by Hunter. He grasped the back of the Game's head roughly, and pulled their bodies together as well. A small moan from Triple H made him smile slightly, but completely distracted him, enabling the Game to shove the Undertaker onto a bed, and himself on top of 'Taker, lips never leaving his. The kiss deepened, as Hunter ran his hands along 'Taker's arms and chest, and 'Taker pulled their bodies closer.
Suddenly, both men pulled away from one another, at the same exact time, gasping for breath. Triple H disengaged himself from the Undertaker's long legs, face red and eyes wide.
"Fuck," he muttered, standing shakily and then falling into a chair on the other side of the room. "Fuck." He buried his face in his hands.
The Undertaker sat up slowly, wiping at his mouth. "Shit," he whispered, looking down and closing his legs with a deeper blush and shaking his head, trying to clear his vision. "Damn."
Shawn Michaels, meanwhile, was in stitches on the floor, somewhere between arousal and a laughing fit. It was the funniest and sexiest thing he had ever seen—watching his two lovers make out like there was no tomorrow. He knew that they would get into it once it started, but who knew they'd end up on his bed?
"That…was awesome," the Heartbreak Kid said with a smile. "I'm so happy you two have made up." They both still seemed very shaken from what had happened. "You are both completely forgiven."
Mark blinked, eyes refocusing finally, and looked over at Shawn. "Shawn," he said almost sweetly. "You've got five seconds to get your ass out of here before I kick it into oblivion."
"Ditto," Hunter said with a growl. "Five…"
Shawn blinked. 'Hmm…Didn't see this coming…' he thought, and then realized that the count was down to 2, causing him to run from the room, closing the doors behind him, the Undertaker and Triple H in hot pursuit.
The boys are having a bit of fun before all hell breaks loose. (smiles) And, I admit, one of my favorite "I-don't-love-you-but-I-want-to-fuck-you" pairings is the Undertaker and Triple H. Look out for that story at some point. (wink)
Review? I ended this chapter on a light note, because things go downhill pretty quickly...and poor Shawn is stuck in the middle of it all!
Ha! The song "To Be Loved" just came on!