A/N: You think I own these guys?? Ha I wish. Anyways this was going to be a oneshot sequel to Lust, but instead I made it into a bonus chapter. Enjoy!

He stood outside the door debating on whether or not to knock. He knew his brother had taken his mask after their last encounter. After all how many people willingly entered his locker room, and how many more were stupid enough to steal from him. The mask itself wasn't of great importance, it was the emotions attached to the mask. Sure he had others, but that one had been with him from the first time he ever stepped foot into the ring.

It was the only thing that he could say that his father ever gave him that wasn't a slap, or a punch to the jaw. The mask also represented safety from the prying eyes of the world. It represented the fear of his opponents as they stood across from him in the ring. And last but not least, the mask represented inner strength. It's what made him go out night after night and put his body on the line for the blood thirsty millions.

Undertaker didn't understand or rather, didn't care. All he seen was cowardice, and that was one thing despised. Kane knew that for certain, he had hear Taker say it enough when they passed in the hallways or were in the ring.

"A real man doesn't hide his face from the world behind a piece of leather, no matter what it looks like." He had hissed more than once as they faced off.

Kane never had an answer, not that it mattered; his brother didn't and never would understand. Kane just reacted as he would to anyone else that was insulting him. With hard rights and heavy boots to the head. Never mind that this was his brother, his own flesh and blood. That didn't matter, it didn't even register over Kane's need to inflict pain. In fact Kane took greater pleasure in making Undertaker writhe in pain on the mat. It was Taker's fault that he had live his life behind that piece of leather.

With a grimace Kane pulled himself out of his thoughts and glared at the door. All he had to do was boot the damn thing down, stroll in and rip his mask from Taker's grip then leave. He took a deep breath and raised his foot to kick the door, but before it could collide with the wood; the door opened and Kane's momentum carried him forward onto his face.

"Wondered when you were going to show yer face...So to speak." Taker said condensendingly as Kane picked himself up from the ground.

Kane looked at his brother, his lips curled back over his teeth behind the curtain of his hair. He had decided not to wear one of his other masks that night. Why carry another one around when he could put the one he retrieved back on? He silently held his hand out to his brother, stating without words what he had come for.

"What?" Kane didn't answer his brothers' growled question, all he did was raise his hand a little and tilt his head to the side. "Damnit! I know you can talk."

"Mask." Kane made his voice raspy on purpose, grinning slightly as his brother glowered at him.

"What makes you think I have it?" Taker challenged as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I know."

"You can't prove it."

Kane was tired of this game and launched himself at his brother but Taker moved out of the way and Kane barreled into the room. He heard the door slam shut behind him and winced when he heard the lock click into place. He hated being locked in, it reminded him of the time he spent in the basement during his "training." He whirled around and regarded his brother carefully as Taker approached him. Soon Taker was within arms reach and Kane jerked back when Taker went to move the hair out of his face.

"Why won't you show me yer face?" Taker asked in a softened and low tone. Kane knew better than to trust him, it was one of the lessons that his father had beaten into him and one that Taker himself re-enforced nearly every week when they got into the ring together.

"There's nothing to see." He replied simply.

"Why don't you let me be the judge of that." Taker said as he reached out and grabbed Kane by the wrist. He turned it into a hammerlock and forced Kane to walk over to the mirrored closet doors. He then used his free hand and pulled Kane's hair back into a pony tail that not only exposed his face but also gave Taker control over the movement of his head. At his brothers in drawn breath Kane closed his eyes and tried to force his head downwards. The pain from the stress on his hair bringing tears to his eyes. However his brother had other ideas.

"Look in the mirror." Taker commanded as he jerked Kane's head back up. "Dammit! I said look."

Slowly Kane swallowed and cracked his eyes, preparing himself to see the scars that his father had always said made him a monster. He felt Taker let go of his hair and pull him hard against his chest. Then he felt Taker's lips and tongue against his neck. It fascinated him to see his brother staring at him in the mirror as he preceded to leave one hell of love bite. Then Kane moaned as Taker bit down on his shoulder, he closed his eyes, but snapped them back open when Taker grabbed a hand full of hair and tugged hard.

"I want you to watch what I do to you." He said as he then moved his hand from Kane's hair to the fly on his jeans.

Kane swallowed as he watched his brother take his zipper down and gently free his cock from the material. Taker started to stroke him and Kane had to fight the urge to close his eyes and lean back into his brother. His breath started to hitch as Taker sped up, then before he could move, Taker was down on his knees in front of him and was taking his length between his lips. Kane threaded his hands in his brothers hair and watched as Taker swallowed him, the reflection in the mirror to much to bear in addition to the warmth of Taker's mouth. Soon he threw his head back and thrust violently into Taker's mouth as he came.

His knees were still shaking when Taker got back to his feet and moved behind him. Kane felt his jeans skim down his legs, but he was too wiped to do anything other than watch. He seen Taker free himself from his jean clad prison and hissed as Taker thrust into him. Taker then grabbed a fist full of Kane's hair and started to buck violently.

"Beautiful." Taker gasped in his ear as he forced himself deeper. "So beautiful. Cum with me Kane." Taker grabbed Kane cock that was once again hard and roughly started to tug on it. "See what I'm doing to you. Do you?"

Kane could only moan as he watched his brother's face tighten, he knew Taker was close and he reached down and covered Taker's hand with his own and sped the pace up. Then his second orgasm took over and he heard the hot sticky liquid splash against mirror. He opened his eyes in time to watch his brother go over the edge and his breath caught in his throat. Taker was gazing lovingly at him as he came back down to earth. He pulled out and Kane felt alone even though Taker was right behind him.

"Stand up." He demanded. Numbly Kane did as he was told and didn't resist when Taker turned him around. He did however flinch as Taker smoothed the hair away from his face.

"What was that for?" He forced himself to ask.

"To show you that there is nothing wrong with you." Taker rasped as his hand cupped Kane's cheek and his thumb ran over his lip.

"How was that display showing me that there is nothing wrong." Kane snapped, he hated having his emotions played with and he felt his anger starting to rise.

"That display as you called it, wasn't planned. I couldn't help it, I wanted to watch as I got you off, as I rammed into you." Taker confessed as he planted a soft kiss on Kane's lips.

"You called me beautiful. You lied."

"Did I?" Taker forced Kane around again so that he faced the mirror. "Do you want to know what I see?"

"A deformed freak?" Kane said bitterly.

"No, and if you say that again or something like that I'm going to beat yer ass raw...on second thought I still might." Taker purred in his ear as his hand caressed Kane's ass. "No, I see a damn fine looking man. A little pale in the face, but none the less, a damn fine looking man."

"You're just saying that because you're my brother." Kane argued.

"What did I tell you." Taker growled as he whacked Kane's ass, making the younger man yelp.

"It's true." Kane contended.

Once again Taker's hand came down, only this time Kane moaned at the contact. He felt himself getting hard again and reached around to grab ahold of Takers cock.

"No." Taker moved back and Kane turned around, his need written so clearly on his face that Taker faltered.

"Please."

"Not until you believe that yer not deformed."

"Why do you care?" Kane yelled, his lust turning into anger for minute.

"Because I love you." Taker yelled back, his eyes widening as he realized what he said.

"You what?"

"I love you."

Kane didn't move, didn't dare to breathe, afraid that this was some joke that his brother was playing on him. However, the gentle kiss that Taker pulled him in for broke the trance. And soon they were tumbling to the bed as hands squeezed and pulled. Before Taker plunged into him for a second time he looked down and moved the hair from his face again gently.

"Do me favor." He asked.

"What?" Kane was impatient and pressed against him.

"Wear you mask everywhere else but in my room."

"Why?"

"Because I want to see yer face when I do this." This was thrusting into Kane hard and keeping that pace until they both came again in loud howls. Kane stayed silent, just laying with his back to Taker. He was smiling though as his brothers breathing evened out, when he was sure that Taker was asleep he left the bed and grabbed his mask. Before he left the room he left a note on the table, then with a soft kiss to Taker's lips he donned the mask and left quietly. As he headed down to his room he smirked, his brother was going to love his note.

I promise to never wear my mask in your room on one condition, always have mirrored closet doors in your room. If you want to watch me cum, I want to watch both of us as you swallow that cum.

-Kane.

Kane flopped down onto his bed, laying the mask on the table before he did. And for the first time in a long time he fell into a deep peaceful sleep. A smile curving his lips as he did so.