Another chapter! Hurray! Ha, just kidding. It's been a crazy week...but, luckily, it went quickly. On a completely random note, I realize that in one of the previous chapters, I refered to myself as a "he." XD What in the blue hell was I thinking?!
Alright ladies (and gents, if any boys read this, haha), a few announcements. First, thanks to all who have read and reviewed so far. Chapter 40 already! In my estimation, there will probably be a total of 50 chapters which means that, To Be Loved is finally winding down. Things are going to get more serious between the guys, and...well, you'll see. I mapped out four possible endings, however, only one seemed right to me... It was weird, like author's intuition or something. But I have the rest of the story planned out, most of it is written already, and I hope I don't disappoint my dear Readers.
Also, on a semi-related note, I'll be vanishing for a few weeks again soon... I'll try not to leave you all at any nasty cliff hangers. But no promises. (wink) Super Sadist Lucinda can make no promises. XD
Okay, enough talking...on to the story! Enjoy!
Shawn woke up to the sound of knocking. Yawning, he slid from Hunter's arms and opened the door slowly, rubbing his eyes.
"Hey, Beautiful. Long time no see," the man at the door said with a chuckle, making Shawn blink and rub his eyes again, which grew wide with recognition.
"Kevin?!" the Heartbreak Kid gasped and jumped instinctively into the big guy's arms, both of them spinning around for a moment before Nash placed him back on his feet.
"And here I thought you weren't a morning person," Kevin joked with a nudge at Shawn ribs.
"What on Earth are you doing here?" Shawn said with a laugh, arms wrapped tightly around his big friend's waist.
"Well, I--"
"Oh… Hey Kev," Hunter said sleepily, coming forwards, still yawning. Kevin opened his arms and embraced the Game warmly, kissing him on the forehead.
"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty." Big Daddy Cool gave Hunter a knowing glance. "You called… I have come," he said in a mock-serious tone, and shared a laugh with Triple H.
Shawn, however, didn't find it so funny.
"Kev," he began with a nervous laugh. "About 'Taker--"
Nash held up his hand. "No need, Shawn, I know what I'm doing."
"But--"
Hunter clapped a hand over Shawn's mouth. "Why don't you go say hello to Shawn's newest object of interest," he said with a wicked smile. Shawn mumbled something behind his hand, and Kevin laughed.
"I'll never quite understand you two… But I came here for Hunter, so, might as well get this over with, huh?" Big Daddy Cool rolled up his sleeves. "Where's the Deadman's room?"
"Right there," Triple H answered quickly, pointing with his free hand. Shawn mumbled something again before sighing. An idea struck him, however, and he bit Hunter's hand. "Ow!"
"What where you thinking?!" Shawn hissed, poking Triple H in his bare chest. "Kev and 'Taker could kill each other!"
The Game smiled. "Well, not kill…" he began, and Shawn threw up his arms in frustration.
"Look, I told you before--" His sentence was cut short when he noticed Kevin knocking on Mark's door. "Nooooooo!" Shawn yelled, moving to stop him, only to be restrained by Hunter, watching in horror as the door open and a very sleepy looking Undertaker stood there with half-open eyes.
"You goin' out with Shawn?" Kevin asked bluntly.
The Undertaker rubbed his eyes, no idea who was asking him a question, or why this person was at his door. He had only fallen asleep a few hours ago because Kane had dragged him out partying all night. Not to mention that he was slightly hung over too. "…What?"
"You dating Shawn Michaels?"
'Taker held up a hand to shield his eyes from the painful light, only recognizing the figure after much thought. "Diesel?" His mind flashed back to Shawn's words from before, and he immediately put up his guard. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, sentence ending in a yawn, completely breaking his fighting stance. "Fuck it, I'm going back to sleep. We can fight when I'm awake. And sober." He turned around, starting to close the door, when he felt a hand grip his arm, and when he turned back, he realized that they were at eye-level.
Correction, he was slightly looking up.
"You know," Nash began with a smirk. "There are some rules when dating a member of the Kliq…"
'Taker waved a hand dismissively, eyes narrowing. "Sure, sure. Look, we can fight later… I'm going back to bed… Come back in a few hours."
"I don't think you're understanding me," Kevin said with a dangerous look in his eyes. "But I can help you understand…"
In a flash, he grabbed the Undertaker by the sides of his head and pressed their lips together in a brutal kiss.
It took 'Taker a few seconds to process what was happening, but as he did, he started to pull backwards, and then quickly realized that he couldn't. Thinking even quicker, however, he brought his hands up against Kevin's chest and shoved the big man away completely.
"Why the hell does that keep happening?!" 'Taker growled, wiping at his mouth, spitting on the ground, noticing for the first time that Shawn and Triple H were both there, staring.
"Well, I don't see what the problem is," Nash said with a chuckle, licking his lips. "I approve." He looked Mark's body up and down. "Hell yeah, I approve. Wouldn't mind a piece of that myself."
Shawn sighed, shaking his head, and walked over to his confused, angry, half-awake boyfriend. "You alright?" he asked, placing a hand on the taller man's shoulder.
"Yeah, but what the fuck just happened?"
Shawn laughed at that, giving 'Taker a hug. "Nothing. Kev just wanted to…see if he approved of you or not. It's a Kliq thing."
"Well, thanks for the warning," 'Taker said with a sigh. "And here I was thinking he was going to try and drag my ass to the parking lot to beat the hell out of me. If only." His expression softened as he saw Shawn nearly crumple to the floor with laughter. "At least you find this amusing."
"What the hell do you mean you approve?!" Hunter was yelling at Kevin as he sauntered over. "I'm going out with Shawn… Not 'Taker! He's not good enough for Shawn! He's not even--"
Kevin rolled his eyes and shut the Game up with a kiss, similar to the one he gave to 'Taker, only a bit less forced. He kept their lips together until he felt Hunter relax, eyes closing.
"Hmmm… You calm now, Hunt?"
"Uh-huh." Triple H blinked. "But…Why'd you kiss me?"
"Because I wanted to. Did you like it?"
"…yeah."
"Good. I did too. Glad you called me." Big Sexy looked over to Shawn, who was still in near-hysterics, and the Undertaker, who was shaking his head, muttering something about acquiring pepper spray.
"What a trio these clowns are," he said with a laugh, licking his lips as he considered "welcoming" the Undertaker into the Kliq one day.
"Kevin Nash kissed you?!" Kane asked loudly--too loudly--and burst into laughter as the Undertaker tried to shush him. "Kevin Nash?!"
"Will you be quiet!" 'Taker hissed, green eyes furious. "This isn't funny! If Triple H wants to play dirty, I can play dirty too. I just need a way to get to him."
Kane wiped a tear from his eye, shoulders still shaking with the last of his laugh. "Ah, Bro, don't sink down to his level. I mean, it's not like Nash tried to kick your ass like Triple H thought he would."
The Undertaker considered that for a moment. "You're right…But it's the principle of the thing. And if I know Triple H, he's just going to try something else. That manipulative son of a bitch."
"But you're forgetting something."
"What?"
"No matter what you do to Triple H…it'll hurt Shawn too."
Mark folded his arms, looking down at the floor for a moment. "That's just a risk I'll have to take. It'll be for the best, in the end," he said calmly, although he already felt sick with just the thought of upsetting Shawn.
Kane shook his head. "Well, whatever you're planning, I don't want to have anything to do with it. My hands are clean of all this. I may not be in love with Shawn, but I don't want to have anything to do with you getting at Triple H."
"Why?" 'Taker taunted with a smirk, looking his little brother in the eyes. "Is the Big Red Machine scared of the Game? Still afraid that he'll beat your ass like he has every other time? Guess I was right when I called you a Big Red Pussy back in '99, huh?"
Glen's eyes narrowed. "Fuck you," he growled before turning around and storming out of the room. "And you're as much of an asshole as Triple H!" he yelled as he slammed the door. The Undertaker chuckled. Sometimes pissing Kane off was just what he needed to be in a good mood again.
"Now, how do I get to Triple H without hurting Shawn?" 'Taker mused aloud, pacing slowly around his room.
'If I can't get him physically, I'll have to get him mentally…I can get at his pride easily enough. Then he'll fuck up for sure, and Shawn will see what a bastard he really is.' The Undertaker sat down cross legged on the floor, head bowed, as he began to slowly but surely put together the details of Triple H's demise. Of course, as he worked out the details of his plan, the only options he saw would involve Shawn…But it was a risk he was willing to take.
However, little did he know that, two doors down, Hunter was doing the exact same thing concerning him.
And neither of them knew that, across the hall, Shawn was sitting with Kevin, telling him how (relatively) good his boyfriends had been so far.
Uh-oh, the boys are starting to play dirty. Shawn won't be happy about this... From here on out, things are only going to get worse.
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