Hello everyone! I'm back again with another chapter. Hurray! I'm sorry for the recent lack of updates...I was sick again, but only in the most trivial and annoying way. Unfortunately, I wasn't delirious this time. (laughs) Maybe next time.

So...a quick note: I have nothing against mpreg stories and I do, in fact, have a soft spot in my heart for them. They're so strange and bizzare and interesting, how can I not like them? I only say this now because it may seems as though I mocking them in this chapter, when, actually, the opposite is true. So, yeah...mpreg is fun. XD

Oh, and italicsflashback. I rarely do this, but it seemed appropriate here.

Oh, yeah, as always, I'm something of a sicko. But there's nothing too bad in here...mostly. (grin)

Thanks of course to everyone who reads, and a special thank you to those who review. I love you guys!

Shawn felt immensely proud of himself as he stood at the entrance of the hotel. For the moment, he had figured out a way to keep his boyfriends from killing one another while he was still able to spend time with both of them. He would alternate days and nights with each one, and go to shows with them both. It was tiring at times, but when he saw Mark smile, or heard Hunter laugh, it made it all worth it and a whole week had passed without incident.

'Maybe we can work something out,' Shawn thought, unable to suppress a smile as hope filled his chest. 'Maybe I don't have to break anyone's heart!' He took the elevator up to his room, still smiling, when he realized that his door was open.

"Hello?" he called cautiously, peeking into the room to see Triple H and the Undertaker standing there, glaring at one another. And they didn't even seem to notice his arrival, since they continued his argument as if he wasn't there.

"Shawn's going with me today, and that's final," Hunter was saying, brown eyes narrowing. "We have to prepare for our match tomorrow."

'Taker rolled his eyes. "Look, Shawn's coming with me today; tomorrow is your day. It ain't that hard to understand. Now piss off."

Triple H's eyes narrowed further. "You know, Shawn probably doesn't even want to go with you--he's just doing all this out of pity." The Game scoffed. "I don't know why he got with you in the first place."

The Undertaker allowed himself a small smile. "Getting jealous, Triple H? Finally realizing that Shawn loves me more than he loves you?" He took a step forwards to tower over the Game. "Why don't you just admit defeat and take a graceful exit before I have to throw your ass out of here."

"Good luck with that, bitch, 'cause I ain't going nowhere. Shawn loves me."

"He loves me more."

"You're nothing to him!"

"He doesn't need you!"

"Yeah, well…I'm pregnant with his child!"

Shawn, who had been contemplating beating the hell out of his boyfriends, burst out laughing suddenly, and the two other men turned to look at him in surprise.

"Pregnant with my child, Hunter?" Shawn asked between intakes of breath, holding on to a nearby chair for support as he laughed. The look on 'Taker's face only made his laugh harder.

Triple H reddened and turned his head. "How long have you been standing there?" he asked sheepishly.

"Long enough to be really mad at you both," Shawn answered, still laughing. 'Taker and Hunter shared a nervous glance. The last thing they wanted was to bring Shawn's wrath down upon themselves.

'Taker, the braver of the two, risked bodily harm and went over to Shawn, who was still chuckling. "Then I guess the question is…Are you mad at us?"

Shawn wiped a tear from his eyes. "No, not really," he said, smiling. "Hunter, that was gold." His smile brightened when he saw Triple H blush again. "At any rate, since you two can't seem to reach a diplomatic solution--big surprise--how about we all go out together?"

The Undertaker and Triple H groaned in unison. Shawn raised an eyebrow.

"Or," he continued. "You two can stay here and keep arguing, and I can go out alone. Either option is fine with me." HBK folded his arms, leaning against the wall, tossing his golden hair back with a shake of his head. "Although in all honesty, I'd rather be with both of you," he said softly, blue eyes growing distant.

There was a sudden, heavy silence and Shawn blinked, realizing what he had just said. "I mean…I'd rather be with both of you when we go out tonight," he amended quickly, avoiding his lovers' eyes.

'Great. Now they both know that I'm nowhere near making a choice between them. They're going to be so mad… But why shouldn't they be? It shouldn't take me this long to figure out who I love…but I love them both so much…'

Shawn's racing thoughts were cut off by the feeling of a hand entwined with his, and an arm interlocked with his own. He looked up to see Mark on his left, holding his hand, and Hunter on his right, arm in his.

"I know a place we can go," 'Taker said with a small smile. "I think you'll enjoy it."

"Yeah…we can all go out together, Shawn, no problem," Triple H added with a grin. "See? We can make decisions on our own…sometimes."

Shawn looked between the two men, first with wide eyes, and then with a grateful smile. The hope that had been building in him earlier returned, stronger than before.

"Thanks guys," Shawn said softly, surprised at the lump in his throat as they walked out together. "I love you both so much."

Shawn stood perfectly still in the shower, letting the hot water soothe his aching limbs after his match. DX had gained another impressive victory that night, but what was on his mind and what caused him to smile were thoughts of last night. He, 'Taker and Hunter had all gone to a nightclub together, and, not surprisingly, there were several other superstars there. And although Hunter and Mark were no where near to being friendly with one another, many of the other guys made sure that two were kept far apart, and by the end, both men had smiles on their faces.

It was a great relief for Shawn; for once, he didn't have to worry about them randomly tearing into one another while he enjoyed himself. At one point, he had taken up a seat near Cena, the two joking and laughing until Shawn's irate and slightly intoxicated boyfriends manhandled the WWE Champion right out the door, which only made Shawn laugh harder.

'What a great night,' Shawn thought, closing his eyes as the shower continued to drench his body and hair. 'Especially after we left the nightclub…'

Shawn had watched his lovers drink themselves into a near-stupor before he decided that it was time for them to return to the hotel.

"Come on, boys," he said with a chuckle as he dragged them to their feet. Hunter was more out of it than 'Taker, and leaned heavily on Shawn as they walked to the parking lot. Shawn temporarily released the Undertaker's hand so that he could begin to dial his cell phone and call a cab when he was cut off by a pat on his shoulder.

"I know the Heartbreak Kid ain't calling for a cab!" Ric Flair said with a laugh and a shake of his head. "Not on my watch you're not!" He waved his hand, and a long, white limo pulled up in front of the four men, seemingly from nowhere.

Shawn shook his head. "Oh, Ric, you don't have to--"

"Just get in, boy!" Flair chuckled, all but shoving the trio inside. "I got a million limos! And a couple jets! Whoooo!" He began to strut off, and Shawn couldn't help but smile. That's the Naitch.

"Thanks, Ric," he whispered as he piled 'Taker and Triple H into the back seat. "To the hotel," he told the driver, taking his seat between the two men. At first, both of their heads rested on his shoulders, and HBK figured that this was one of those sweet moments that he should savor for the rest of his life.

"You two look so cute when you're sleeping," Shawn whispered, knowing that they couldn't hear him.

"I ain't really asleep," the Undertaker said softly.

"Neither am I," Hunter added, lifted his head slightly. "I think." He pressed his lips suddenly against Shawn's, causing the older man's blue eyes to widen in surprise. "Or maybe I am."

However, the kiss was short lived as the Undertaker grabbed Shawn's chin and turned his head towards him, kissing him fervently, long tongue invading Shawn's mouth. Triple H took this as a challenge, and began placing hot, drunken kisses on the bare skin of Shawn neck, savoring the sudden, salty flavor of sweat.

"Ooooh," Shawn moaned softly, feeling himself becoming overwhelmed with sensation. Usually he liked to take the lead in these sort of things, but this was…this was nice too…

HBK felt his shirt being slowly unbuttoned by Mark before Hunter slid it from his shoulders, both men kissing the flawless, now-exposed skin reverently. Triple H pulled Shawn back against him, wrapping his arms around the smaller man's waist, and Shawn could feel Hunter's erection pressed firmly against him.

"Hunter," he began huskily, wondering how far these two would go before they realized what they were doing. A long, low moan escaped his lips when he felt 'Taker's teeth graze his nipples before taking one into his mouth, tongue tracing circles around the hard nub. Shawn looked down and saw the Deadman sitting between his legs, which were resting on the seat, sucking on his chest. He felt Hunter's hair tickling the back of his neck, and 'Taker's hair teasing his chest and stomach.

"Wait…" Shawn gasped, starting to pull away from the two men. As much as he wanted their ministrations to continue, he knew that sleeping with the two of them would only mean more pain later. Neither man was sober, and Shawn knew he would feel horrible taking advantage of them…and he also was fairly certain that they'd kill him in the morning if he did.

"Please…Mark…Hunter…stop…" He managed to push away from Triple H, which only brought him closer to 'Taker. But he pulled away from 'Taker too and move into a corner. "I love you both too much to do this," he said after a moment.

The two men gave him blank looks, and Hunter, who was by far the more drunk of the two only nodded and rested his head back against the seat, falling asleep within moments. The Undertaker seemed to think about things for a bit, and then crawled over to where Shawn was, leaning on his shoulder again and falling asleep as well.

'That…was close,' Shawn had thought with a sigh, feeling a very uncomfortable bulge between his legs and frowning. 'And really hot.'

But, ever so slowly, a mischievous smile crossed his lips.

As he was the only truly sober one of the group, it was up to him to help his friends into their rooms. And into their beds. And out of their clothes.

"Whoa, what are you thinking about?"

Hunter's voice startled Shawn out of his thoughts, and he blinked in confusion.

"What?" Shawn noticed that Triple H was looking down, and he followed his boyfriend's gaze…and realized that he had a serious hard-on. "Oh."

Hunter laughed, walking over to Shawn, putting his arm around his shoulder. "You know, Heartbreak Kid, there's a remedy for that."

Shawn cursed himself for being so transparent…and so turned on from just thinking about last night. "It's okay, Hunt, I just--" In a heartbeat, he felt strong, large arms wrapped around his waist, and felt warm, bare skin pressed against his. "Why are you naked?" Shawn asked suddenly, barely able to think.

"Because we're in a shower, duh," Hunter laughed, nipping at Shawn's neck. "When's the last time we fucked?" he asked in a low voice, licking his lover's collarbone.

"Hmmm, too long," Shawn moaned against his will, leaning back against Hunter.

'What's wrong with me?' he wondered, loving the feeling of their bodies touching. 'One night of almost-sex and now I feel like I need…' His thoughts were interrupted again, this time by Hunter turning him around and kissing him hard on the lips.

"Shawn…please…I need you so much…"

"I need you too," Shawn moaned, wrapping his arms around Hunter, pulling their bodies together. He backed them away into a corner of the large shower room. Luckily, no one else was there…

"Top or bottom?" Shawn asked between lip locks.

"Don't care…" Hunter breathed heavily. "God, Shawn, just do me!"

Shawn froze suddenly. Hadn't 'Taker said the exact same thing to him? 'Taker…

"Wait…Hunter, wait," Shawn said shakily, pulling abruptly away from the Game. "I'm sorry, I can't."

"What?"

"I want to so bad, but I can't. I'll feel like I'm cheating on Mark."

Triple H blinked, trying to understand Shawn's logic, which was hard enough to do without the haze of arousal. "Wait…Shawn, what? Forget him for a moment. We need to do this…"

"But that's just it, Hunter," Shawn said sadly. "I can't forget him, not even for a moment. It…it'd be wrong if I had sex with you before I made my decision. It wouldn't feel right." He walked out of the shower area and wrapped a towel around his waist. "I'm sorry… I shouldn't have led you on. I didn't think it through."

Hunter sighed, sitting on the bench. "I don't see the damn problem" he muttered, feeling his hardness against his own leg. "I'm your boyfriend too…and I wouldn't really be mad if you slept with 'Taker anyway, so he shouldn't care either."

"I don't know if he'd care," Shawn said carefully, sliding into his clothes the moment his skin was dry. "But I do, and it wouldn't be right." He gave Triple H a small smile. "Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a total slut. I have some rules."

"You're telling me," Triple H chuckled, remembering the first time he and Shawn had made love. It had been great, and immediately after, Shawn had laid down the ground rules, which apparently come from having the privilege of sleeping with the Heartbreak Kid.

"But what do you want me to do about this?" Hunter asked, coming back to the present and indicating the bulge under his towel. Shawn grinned wickedly.

"What do most guys do when they need to have that taken care of?" he asked sweetly. Triple H threw his hands up in defeat.

"Fine, fine… I'll meet you at the car in a bit, then," he said with a light blush. Shawn laughed.

"You're so cute when you're all flustered," Shawn commented before heading out the door, sighing to himself. He was realizing, finally, just how badly he had it for 'Taker. He couldn't even have sex with Hunter!

'Too much,' Shawn thought, getting in the rental car and sitting in the passenger's seat, waiting for Hunter. 'Those two are too much for one man to handle.'

Who wouldn't love to see an Undertaker/Shawn/Triple H threesome?! I sure would... (blushes) That would be soooo hot... (begins writing down ideas) Wow, I'm a perv. XD

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