A/N: I know, it was originally supposed to be a one shot, but Taker muse kept tapping at my mind until I gave him a chap. And a whiny muse is a bad muse.

Taker: It's not right that I get left like that. I mean seriously, on the floor? Come on that's not me. I DEMAND retribution. And I don't whine.

DK: But you are always dominate...and you do too.

Taker: Exactly, that's how it's supposed to go. Hence the reason I'm the older brother.

DK: You're older because you were born first.

Taker: Whatever, just fix it!

DK: Fine, and by the way, I own nothing. The men belong to themselves and the gimmicks to the writers when they didn't suck as much.

He paid little attention to the odd looks he was getting as he stalked down the RAW hallway. After all who was going to make him leave? He only had one thing on his mind at the moment, revenge on his brother. Just thinking about what Kane had done to him had him in a rage. To be raped on the floor by his own flesh and blood and then left to lay like a forgotten piece of paper, it was humiliating. But he had to admit that he enjoyed it on some sick, twisted level. The feel of his brother as he moved inside him, the feel of his breath as it stirred the hairs on the back of his neck. Just thinking about it had him shivering and drawing shaky breaths. All of it had culminated in spine tingling pleasure after the initial pain had worn off.

Taker felt himself hardening as mere flashes of had happened the night before played over and over in his mind. He growled and quickened his pace, thoughts of breaking his brothers neck pushing his other, more erotic thoughts to the side. He knew his brother was a creature of habit so he headed to the darkest and most desolate part of the arena. As he stood outside the door he bagan thinking that maybe breaking Kane's neck was too merciful.

"I'll make him suffer first. Make him beg me for mercy, or better yet death. And then I'll break his neck." Taker thought viciously as he steeled himself to open the door.

The sound of running water greeted him when he opened the door and he praised his timing. The room was lit by the light of flickering candles, and the faint smell of saddle soap hung on the air.

"He must have been cleaning and conditioning his mask before his shower." Taker thought as he looked for a darkened corner to sit in.

"Come back for more have you?" Kane asked from besides him.

Taker spun around and stared at his brother. Kane was standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair hanging in wet ringlets about his face. That's when it hit him, even though Kane hadn't been wearing his mask last night he couldn't remember ever seeing his face. Of course most of the time Kane's thighs had been the only thing he could see, well them and the floor.

"Why won't you show yer face?" Taker demanded as he advanced on his younger brother.

"Because there is nothing to see."

Kane started to back up into the bathroom, but Taker grabbed his wrist and yanked him back, making him collide hard with his chest. The impact stunned Kane long enough for Taker to sweep the hair from his face. The feel of Taker's skin against his jerked Kane out of his stupor and he placed both hands on his brothers chest and shoved him backwards, sending him hard on his ass. Kane made a dash for his mask which lay on the bench where he had left it so he could shower. But Taker was just slightly faster and grabbed Kane's ankle, making Kane face plant against the cold tile floor.

Taker used his quick reflexes and launched himself onto Kane's back, fisting his hands in Kane's hair. The feeling of the silk like threads slipping through his fingers had him loosening his grip and pushing the hair to side as he planted kisses on Kanes neck. He felt his brother shudder and bit into the sensitive flesh of his shoulder, drawing a gasp from the younger man. Kane struggled but Taker just pressed down harder, using his legs to clench his hold on Kane's waist. He continued to suck on his brothers' neck as he ran his hands down his sides, loving the way Kane's muscles bunched and lept under his touch.

Soon the ghost light touches of his brother had Kane flipping them over and taking control of the situation. He latched onto Takers lips and forced his tongue into his mouth his hair curtaining his face and creating a cozy darkness as he plundered his brothers mouth. Taker started to reach up to push the hair away, but Kane grabbed his wrists and forced them back down, all without breaking the lip contact. His lungs started to burn for air but Taker didn't want to lose the feeling of Kane's lips on his. Kane pulled back and looked down at his brother and felt himself harden painfully as he seen the darkened, lust filled eyes of Taker.

He let go of one of Taker's wrists and moved his hand down to the fly of his jeans, teasing the straining hard-on that wanted so badly to be freed. A groan from Taker had him slowly taking the zipper down and sliding the jeans down his legs. He reached into Taker's boxers and wrapped his large hand around the hard member and started to slowly stroke it up and down, loving the way his brother responded to his ministrations. He was so wrapped up in what he was doing it came a surprise when Taker pushed him off and straddled his chest.

"I tasted you, know it's your turn."

He nudged Kane's lips with his cock and drew in a deep breath when Kane swiped at the tip with his tongue before taking as much as he could in his position. Seeing the dilemma he got to his feet and pulled Kane up to his knees and forced himself back between his lips. He threaded his hands in Kane's hair and other than setting the pace let Kane do all the work. He felt Kane rake his fingernails over his ass and gasped as he lightly scraped his teeth along his shaft. He felt the end nearing and wanted to finish the way Kane had the night before. He let go and pushed Kane back onto the floor. He then flipped him over and impaled him.

The sudden in take of breath and tightening of muscles had Taker gritting his teeth to keep from losing it right then and there. He grabbed Kane's hair and started a fast past, whispering in Kane's ear when he laid down against his back so he could go deeper. Taker remembered the incomplete feeling he had after Kane had finished and left, leaving him hard and wanting. So he reached around and started to stroke him in time with his thrusts.

"Cum for me." He sighed as he nipped at Kane's neck.

He sped up his thrusting, wanting Kane to finish before he did, and barely made it. Kane let out another howl like the one he had last night and Taker felt the warm liquid cover his hand. A minute later Taker slammed into him and held still as he felt his own release burst forth in spurts, filling Kane to the brim. He pulled out and pulled Kane up so that he his back was pressed against his front and rained kissed on his neck and shoulderblades. As Kane tried to regain his breath, Taker got to his feet and after putting his jeans on, slipped from the room.

As he passed by the bench he reached down and grabbed Kane's mask. With a smirk he headed out to the parkinglot, knowing that his brother would soon follow. He brought the cool leather to his face and inhaled the scent of saddle soap and Kane. He kicked started his bike and headed to the hotel, letting a genuine laugh errupt from him as he realized that still hadn't seen Kane's face.

"In due time, all in due time." He whispered into the wind as he rocketed into the night.