Hello all, I'm back with another chapter...and it's really...long... Sorry about that. (sheepish grin) Although, I guess I shouldn't apologize for a long chapter, should I? If the chapter lengths are a problem, however, please let me know.

That being said...sorry for the lack of updates... I know it's been well over a week since my last one. I've just been...busy. But, now I have some free time, and watching RAW made me happy...at least, as happy as I can be without Shawn there...so, I felt inspired. Oh, and as a side note, I wrote this chapter last week, well before Night of Champions, and I had no idea that Cody would do what he did, so...yeah... Maybe I'm psychic? (laughs)

Alright, enough preamble...Hope you all enjoy! Thanks to all who read and review, I really appreciate it!

Shawn was pacing around the locker room excited. Tonight was the first "impromptu" reunion of DX since Hunter's injury and he was in a great mood. Despite all the crap between him, Hunter and 'Taker, Shawn couldn't suppress the happiness he felt at being with his long time buddy-and-more in a match again. Those two were a natural team, a perfect fit, and every time they had a match together, Shawn was having the time of his life, and whether they won or lost, they always had fun. Just thinking about it made him happier than he had been in weeks.

And judging by the grin on Hunter's face, he was feeling the same thing.

"Are you ready partner?" Shawn asked, going over to the Game and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, that's my line!" Triple H joked, drawing a laugh from Shawn. He loved seeing Shawn smile and laugh--it was one of the things he missed most when he was out, and he was determined to never go without the sight for long ever again. "I'm so ready to kick some Samoan ass."

"Don't forget about Mr. Brillo-pad-teeth himself, Snitsky," Shawn added with a chuckle. "I don't know, Hunt, it may be the end for us if he happens to breathe in our direction."

The Game chuckled and put an arm around Shawn's slender shoulders. "Don't worry, dear Shawn, I've got that base covered." He whipped out a small pack of chewing gum. "Hope this is strong enough."

Shawn only laughed as they walked from the room together, arm around the Game's waist. Life was good.

Unbeknownst to Degeneration X, several superstars were watching them exit the locker room, and their expression ranged from wide eyes to wide grins.

"Shawn's still alive?" Randy asked in disbelief, staring as the two men walked down the hall. "Hunter hasn't beaten the shit out of him yet?!"

"I sure as hell would have," JBL answered with a sneer, having recently come to RAW. "If I knew my boyfriend was sleeping with someone else, I'd kick his ass and his lover's and then bury them both."

Cody Rhodes had been standing near the other men the entire time and took the opportunity to speak up. "I don't think it'd be wise for Triple H to just try and beat the hell out of the Undertaker, though. That man is terrifying. And dangerous," he added.

"Aww, does someone want to save the Game's pretty face from the Big Bad Undertaker?" Bradshaw taunted, and Cody blushed deeply, but said nothing in return.

"A bunch of fucking whores, the lot of them," Bob Holly said as he approached the group of men. "Triple H has been with who knows how many Superstars and the Undertaker is well on his way to rivaling Triple H for the title of 'Biggest Slut Besides Shawn.' No wonder Shawn wants them both. Peas in a pod."

"Shut the hell up, assclown," a voice said from behind the group. Holly turned to see Jericho standing there, expression cold, arms folded. "Don't ever talk about Shawn Michaels like that. He's 10 times the man you can ever even hope to be."

"Ditto," John Cena said, walking by the group. "Shawn has more talent in his left ball than you have in your whole body. And I have mad respect for the Game, so don't talk about Triple H like that either."

"Or 'Taker," Randy said in unison with Batista, who had just come up to speak with Cena and happened upon the conversation. The two former members of Evolution stared at one another for a moment, communicating silently before turning their attention back to Holly.

JBL snickered as he began to walk away. "Looks like you're outnumbered, Bob."

"I just can't understand why you idiots defend those sluts," Hardcore Holly said in disgust, turning on his heel to walk away. "Just because they've been here forever doesn't mean you have to kiss their asses."

"Oh, don't worry," Jericho said with a laugh. "If that was the reason we liked them, we'd have to like you too and obviously that isn't the case." The other guys snickered and Holly stormed off. However, there were a few murmurs of agreement among a few of the other Superstars standing not far off.

"Sorry guys," Cody said softly. "I apologize for my Tag Team partner. I think he's still mad because Shawn beat him up a while ago."

Cena clapped the rookie on the back. "Don't worry, kid, Holly's always been an asshole. I think it's because his name is Holly." He leaned in closer to Cody, voice dropping to a whisper as a bright grin crossed his features. "But, kid, why'd you defend Triple H? You got the hots for him?"

"Maybe…" Cody said shyly. "I mean, he is damn good looking. And he's fantastic. I'm sure they don't call him the Game for nothing. "

Cena laughed. "True. Very true. Although, I think I prefer Shawn myself. He's more my type. But Triple H ain't half bad either."

"Hey, why don't you girls stop drooling over the talent and turn your attention to the screen, because your man-crushes are about to start their match," Y2J announced, laughing.

Batista had turned to go a few seconds ago, and Randy wasn't far behind.

"I never knew you liked the Undertaker," the Animal said softly as they walked.

"I didn't know you liked him either." Randy smiled. "Damn, are we always going to want after the same guy at the same time? First Hunter, now 'Taker. Who's next?"

Batista couldn't help but chuckle. "I don't know, but I sure as hell hope it isn't Shawn."

Randy colored slightly. "Hey, you never know… But I'm not sure whether I hate Shawn or love him. I think…I feel both for him. It's crazy."

"I understand, man, I feel that way about plenty of people." His dark eyes locked with Randy's for a moment before he looked away quickly. The Legend Killer nodded once and then muttered something about having to see about something before walking quickly down the hallway.

'Ah, shit,' Batista thought to himself as he continued down the hall alone.

Triple H couldn't keep the bright grin off his face from the moment their music hit until the end of the match. As soon as the DX theme hit, he was the Game, but he was a happy Game, and he had Shawn right there by his side. And his heart damn near melted when Shawn embraced him warmly in the ring after they did their usual beginning spiel.

Shawn started the match, and while Hunter waited on the apron, his mind flashed back to the time when he and Shawn couldn't openly embrace, when the audience would chant "faggot" and the guys in the back would give them looks that sent chills down their spines.

'But we survived all that bullshit, and we're here today,' Triple H thought contentedly as Shawn chopped Snitsky hard and sent the big man reeling. 'We're still together after all that, and I'm not going to lose him now!'

His mind went then to 'Taker, however, and he felt hot anger coursing through his veins, eating away at his happy mood. He reached out for Shawn to tag him in, and the moment the Heartbreak Kid's hand touched his, he was a house of fire, throwing lefts and rights and the Samoan Bulldozer, wishing that he was beating the hell out of the Undertaker instead.

Shawn watched with a smile, catching his breath, as Hunter gave Umaga a Spinebuster and then posed to the crowd. 'He's all fired up,' HBK thought with a laugh, cheering his boyfriend on. 'I'm so glad we're still together, at first I thought--'

Shawn's musings were cut short when he noticed Snitsky kick Hunter in the back when the ref wasn't looking, and then Umaga, the legal man, gave the Game a Samoan Drop in the middle of the ring.

"C'mon Hunter!" HBK called from the apron, reaching out. "You can take these two!"

"Damn right I can," Triple H muttered to himself, standing up as Umaga tagged in Snitsky. The big man Irish whipped Hunter into the ropes, but the Game retaliated with a high knee to Snitsky's face, staggering him. He bent over, waiting for Snitsky to stand, setting up for the Pedigree, when he saw, out of the corner of his eye, a golden blur. It was Shawn, and he delivered Sweet Chin Music to Umaga, who had been a half-second away from flattening the Game from behind.

"Thanks for watching my back, Shawn," Triple H said quickly, glancing at the smaller man.

"No problem, I always do," HBK answered with a wink before jumping over the top rope and landing a plancha on Umaga, who had fallen out of the ring. Triple H watched as Snitsky stood slowly, kicked him in the stomach, and Pedigreed the man right into the mat.

"1...2...3!" The ref called for the bell, and "Break It Down" began to play over the speakers as the audience cheered wildly. Hunter kicked Snitsky away and looked over for Shawn, who was climbing back into the ring, holding his arm.

"You okay?" Triple H asked, going over to his boyfriend with a concerned expression.

Shawn smiled. "I'm fine, just landed badly on You-Manga." He embraced Triple H with his good arm. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop worrying about me!" he laughed.

"Until I stop caring about you…so, basically you'll be telling me forever," Hunter smiled as the ref raised their arms in victory. "Hey, Shawn, wanna go out for ice cream tonight?"

"Of course," Shawn said with a laugh as they climbed out of the ring and may their way up the ramp, waving and slapping high-fives to the fans. "When have I ever been able to say no to ice cream?" He scratched his chin as they went through the curtain. "Or to you for that matter?"

Hunter rolled his eyes, holding open the door before they went into the locker room. "Please, Shawn. You tell me 'no' plenty of times. I'm the one who can't say no to you." He went to shut the door when suddenly he felt Shawn's warm body against his, pushing him against the wall.

"Hmmm, I think you're right," HBK said softly, eying Triple H through a curtain of golden hair. "But I guess that works in my favor, now doesn't it?" Shawn smiled as he lifted his chin, letting his lips brush against Hunter's lightly before capturing them in a heated kiss.

Triple H closed his eyes, letting the sensation of Shawn's lips against his overwhelm him. "God, I've missed this so much," he whispered between kisses. "God, I love you."

"Love you too, forever," Shawn said gently, taking a step back. "I think we should go back to the hotel now," he said with a laugh. "We don't want to get the guys talking again.:

"Have they ever stopped?" Hunter laughed, extending his hand. Shawn's fingers interlocked with his, and they walked from the locker room together, both with identical grins that meant trouble for anyone who dared stand in their way.

The Undertaker kicked over the television set before he could stop himself, watching expressionlessly as the screen went black from the force of the blow. A couple seconds later, there were a few soft knocks at the door.

"Come in, Kane," 'Taker mumbled, sitting heavily in his seat again.

Kane entered the room slowly, seeing the broken TV, and then seeing his brother and the expression--or lack thereof--on his face. "Watching RAW?" he asked as he closed the door behind him.

'Taker nodded. "DX won," he said with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Of course."

"Why weren't you at the show?"

"Shawn's riding back to the hotel with Triple H, of course," Mark said listlessly. "He doesn't need me there anymore."

Glen sighed, taking a seat on the arm of the chair, and put an arm around his older brother's shoulders. "You shouldn't worry about it too much, 'Taker. I mean, they've been partners forever--it's only natural that they'd want to have matches together after such an absence."

"Maybe. But… They'll be able to team up whenever they can, and I'll be stuck in Tag Matches with Batista!" The Undertaker lowered his head into his hands. "He's so happy with Triple H. They have something together that Shawn and I will never have."

"Very true," Kane said, rubbing his chin. "But, by the same token, you and Shawn have something together that he and Triple H will never have. So I think you're even in that respect." He raised an eyebrow. "Though if I didn't know better, I'd say that you were giving up…"

'Taker folded his arms. "I'm not, it's just… I want Shawn to be happy. Even…even if that means I have to let him go."

There was a long silence before either of the brothers spoke, both thinking of the matter from very different perspectives.

"Well," Kane said at last with a sigh, "There's always Batista."

'Taker frowned. "What makes you say that?"

"Oh, come on, Bro, the man worships the ground you walk on. He's in love with you--or lust, or both. If it doesn't work out with Shawn, you could always hook up with the Animal. You've tasted love--I'm sure you'll find out that its very addicting."

"No thanks," 'Taker said with a shake of his head. "Shawn's the only one I love…If it doesn't work out with him, then I doubt I could ever move on."

"But what if you--"

"If I do," the Undertaker interrupted, a hard edge in his voice. "Then you need not worry. I'm almost completely sure that you'll be safe, more or less." He smiled at the look that crossed Glen's face. "What? I know exactly what you're thinking, and I can't make any guarantees that things won't happen that way." He shrugged. "I don't understand why you always assume the worst, though."

"I don't want to lose my brother again," Kane said softly, standing up.

"Neither do I," 'Taker said honestly, green eyes locking on his little brother. "But even I can't help but wonder how dangerous an Undertaker with a broken heart will be."

Glen nodded in agreement, rubbing his chin. "You know, I think that you should fight to stay with Shawn as much for the sake of your safety as your heart."

"What?"

"Well, think about it," Kane began, pacing a little. "If you and Shawn have a bad break-up, you'll have half the damn roster ready to beat the holy hell out of you. And I know you think you can take 'em all, but do you really want to put up with all that shit?"

'Taker was silent for a moment. "You make a good point," he said eventually, folding his arms. "Not that I can't take them, but it's a good point. But Triple H didn't have to worry about getting his ass kicked when he first broke up with Shawn…did he?"

"Ever wondered why he made a DX army?"

"Damn."

"Yeah, there are a lot of people who love Shawn. Even some people who hate him love him." Kane smiled wickedly. "I mean, even the fucking Undertaker couldn't resist him forever. That's saying something."

Mark laughed at that, shook his head. "Thanks Glen," he said after a moment. "I don't know how the hell you always make me laugh, but you're good at it."

Kane raised an eyebrow. "First you want to be blond, and now you're thanking me for bothering you?" He touched his older brother's forehead again and nodded. "Yes…it's official…the Deadman has lost his fucking mind."

"Don't you have somewhere to go?" 'Taker asked, brushing Kane's hand away with a laugh.

"Actually, yes, I'm picking Beth up again after RAW… I'm really beginning to like the Glamazon."

"And Raven doesn't care?"

"No…why would he?"

'Taker sighed. "See, why can't things be that easy for me?"

Kane chuckled. "Because, unlike me, you chose to go out with Shawn Michaels, the most wanted man in wrestling, who also just happens to be with Triple H, the most jealous boyfriend in wrestling. You were asking for trouble the moment you drove Shawn home from the Royal Rumble." Kane scratched his head. "Hmmm, sounds like something out of a really bad movie." He scratched his chin this time. "Or fan fiction."

'Taker rolled his eyes. "You seriously need a life."

Kane laughed at that, giving his big brother a pat on the shoulder. "Isn't that ironic coming from a man named the Undertaker?"

'Taker soon after bid Kane goodnight, and was about to go to bed when there were several annoying knocks. Rolling his eyes, he threw open the door, expecting to see Glen, but instead finding himself staring down into Shawn's eyes.

"Hey there," the Heartbreak Kid said with a smile, letting himself in.

"Shawn, what are you doing here?" 'Taker asked, legitimately surprised. "Aren't you rooming with Triple H?"

HBK shook his head. "Well, yes and no. Our rooms are booked together, but I spent the night with him last night, so that means tonight I'm staying with you." He walked over to the bed and lay down with a sigh. "I'm exhausted. That match wore me out."

Mark, still surprised, but undeniably happy, sat on the edge of the bed. "Can I get you anything?" he asked, touching the golden waterfall of hair that he had grown to love, looking into the blue eyes that threatened to break him. At the moment, Shawn could have asked for him to sing a rendition of "Welcome to the Jungle" and he would have done it.

Shawn smiled up at the Undertaker. "No, I'm fine, thanks." He grasped the hand in his hair and brought it took his lips, kissing it lightly. "I'm happy just being here with you now."

"I'm glad," 'Taker whispered, leaning down and kissing Shawn softly on the lips. A kiss which quickly deepened as he threw one long leg over Shawn's narrow waist, straddling him, nipping at his ear. "I missed you today," he purred.

"Missed you too," the Heartbreak Kid whispered, and in one smooth motion rolled himself over so that he was straddling the Deadman, pinning the big man's arms at his sides.

"How the hell did you do that?" 'Taker asked with a laugh, looking up at Shawn through the curtain of his dark hair.

"I have my ways," Shawn answered with a chuckle, resuming the kiss for another half-minute before rolling off to the side. "You know," he began in a low voice, staring up at the ceiling. "I was talking to Hunter, and I mentioned that today was almost perfect. I mean, we got to team up tonight, we got ice cream before the show, we goofed around and made some of the guys' lives miserable with our jokes but…it wasn't perfect. Something was missing." A light blush crossed his features, and Mark took note of it with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" he asked, leaning on one elbow.

Shawn smiled against his will. "I know this sounds silly but…you were missing. And…" The blush deepened. "Now that I'm with you, I can honestly say today has been perfect."

'Taker was at a loss. For a second he wondered if Shawn was joking, but no, he was blushing, and Shawn never blushed…

'He hasn't forgotten about me yet,' he thought with a relieved sigh. 'And he's such an angel.'

"Isn't that so cheesy?" Shawn was saying with a laugh, still blushing a little. "And saying it aloud to you makes me realize how stupid it sounds!"

"Trust me, Shawn, it's not at all stupid," 'Taker said with a renewed smile. "In fact, it's the best thing I've heard all day." He pulled the beautiful heartbreaker into his arms. In the back of his mind, a warning light was going off, again alerting him to the fact that he had more or less placed his heart completely in Shawn's hands.

But he ignored it, instead breathing in the soft scent of Shawn hair, smiling contentedly, imagining how pissed off Hunter was right now.

Yes, that was me making fun of myself a little there. (laughs) And, yes, I am hinting at a little Batista/Randy-ness, although, of course, it won't be in this story. Maybe an upcoming one shot? (shameless plug...thanks DX for teaching me the skill, haha).

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