I own no wwe characters. Contains m/m relationships, m/m sex and a hint of incest.
That boy with one eye.
The sound of heavy rain against the window woke him from a deep slumber; it was torrential as it thundered loudly on the glass which caused him to groan in annoyance at the disturbance. He shifted onto his back dropping a leg out the side of the bed; he lifted an arm to rest above his head, knuckles brushing against something warm and solid.
He tensed immediately, eyes snapping open in panic boring into the back of a sleeping giant. He lurched forward, throwing himself to sit up, clasping the bed covers to his naked chest in a vain attempt to cover up.
Memories of the previous night came flooding back, haunting images of empty whiskey bottles and torn clothes wracked his mind. He felt sick, he was suddenly in a cold sweat, if this wasn't his room he could discreetly leave but that wasn't the case, he had to wake Show up and ask him to leave.
His head fell against his clenched fists which gripped tightly to the bed sheets;
(Oh God)
Kane felt the tears swell, stinging his eyes like a thousand needles, his lips were quivering as he felt his body begin to rock subconsciously. (How could I do this to Chris?)
Big Show grunted and turned, slowly lifting himself up, he clocked Kane and his stomach flipped, the inner turmoil visibly creasing his usually masked friend.
"Don't regret it red"
Kane jumped at his friends deep, booming voice, he nearly turned to face him but stopped abruptly;
"M-m-m-my mask, c-c-can you-you get it for m-me-me please?"
Big Show sighed exasperated, "Kane, look at me"
"No!" His voice was loud, firm and aggressive, tones apart from his last stuttering sentence.
Big Show clambered off the bed, retrieving Kane's identity from the sofa; he tossed it to him without looking before dressing sharply.
He'd thought he'd dressed pretty quickly but Kane was too fast, he was gone; locked in the bathroom creased against the door, wallowing in his actions.
Show felt his own heart fall heavy, he leaned against the cool wood of the door, listening briefly for sounds of movement or tears, only frozen silence greeted him, unless he'd drowned in there, which was unlikely, Show knew Kane had no choice but to listen.
"Last night, it meant a lot to me. I care about you Kane; you are beautiful inside and out. You're like a volcano, beautiful to look at, hot but deadly. Right now though the only person you're being deadly to is yourself. Put last night down to alcohol and drunken stupidity if you like, no one has to know and it changes nothing between us, you're a dear friend Kane nothing will ever change that"
Kane was now freely sobbing, tears soaking his warm cheeks as he held onto his mask as though it would save his life, he looked around the room, searching, searching for a way out, a way to end the years of torment, but only a coward runs away. He decided to run the shower to drown out Show's voice instead, a less extreme way of ignoring his problems; before he could even find the strength to stand Show continued.
"About Chris, you love him, but not enough and sometimes love isn't enough. He's a real jerk Kane, he's not right for you, I can feel how ate up you are about hurting him but trust me, all those bites and scratches on Jericho you've seen and don't remember doing yourself? Well someone had to do it to him Kane, he's heartless, leave him and enjoy your life for once. Go tell the real love of your life how you feel"
He wanted to say more but had to leave before he ruined the bond he already had with the big red machine.
Kane heard the squeak as his bedroom door opened then the bang as it closed again seconds later. Suddenly he felt pathetic and with a burst of rage threw his mask at the bathroom mirror it whacked off the glass and landed in the sink. Questions burned the back of his mind, what had happened last night? He'd obviously lured Show to sleep with him, he must have offered it on a plate like a slut, playing the abused boyfriend card so Show could do nothing but console him, then when morning came after taking advantage of Show's good nature he started crying like a baby and acting like a victim. He convinced himself that was the truth and would be convinced no other way, he reached down for his mask but caught sight of his reflection, and he stared blankly repulsed and offended, wondering why anyone would want him.
He fell into auto pilot, showered the sticky remnants of sex from his clammy body before dressing and cleaning the mess Jericho had made that both Kane and Big Show had ignored.
He was so busy cleaning his mind had zoned out, concentrating solely on the glass he was sweeping up off the floor he never heard the click of a key card being read or the door squeak as it opened again nor the footsteps heavy and hard approaching him.
"I love it when you get all domestic"
He's breath hitched in his throat, a shiver coursed down his spine, he turned quickly almost melting at the sight before him. He looked rough, long tussled blonde locks windswept, last nights clothes still hung from him a crumpled, dishevelled mess, Kane tilted his head to the left as Jericho twirled a long brown curl around his finger, drawing himself closer to him, so close Kane was losing composure.
"I've tried domesticity, it doesn't suit me" His voice was shaky, he tried desperately to sound as hallow as he could but this effect, this effect Chris has on him reduces him to a nervous wreck.
Jericho bit back anger flashed in his eyes, "What? Are you saying you don't want that with me? A home with me? Domestic bliss with me?"
He was desperate to tell him he'd made his life hell for the past year, Kane knew he needed to tell Chris it was over, Kane knew he longed for freedom. History was repeating itself, the knots in his stomach tightened, gutting him like a knife as Chris began to cry.
"No baby no, don't do this to me" Every month he said this.
"I can't live without you" Every week he said this.
"I'll die if you leave me" Every day he said this.
"No one else would love you but I love you" Every hour he said this.
Kane felt himself waver, he felt the urge to apologize and let Chris hold him. No one else would love him...Chris was right. Not even his own brother...he bowed his head, wishing for one man to appear, to waltz in a say something stupid to lighten the mood, to crack bad jokes and laugh at himself, for Rob Van Dam to walk in and make him laugh.
"I think I'm going to be sick" He mumbled.
Chris leapt at him, throwing himself at Kane bundling the bigger man in his arms, rocking him and lulling him into a false sense of security while Kane allowed it, he hung there, limp almost lifeless as lifeless as his soul had felt for months.
Chris relished the close contact with his lover, enjoying the press of his arms against Kane's, he felt good when Kane was...compliant. He pulled back looking Kane dead in the eye.
"Marry me"
It was like a hard heavy house brick just slapped him right across his face, he was gobsmacked, and emotions ran erratic through his mind, too many emotions to count let alone to feel.
Chris felt Kane's indecisiveness, he could sense the mistrust, it took Kane a lot to commit as much as he has already but Chris knew Kane couldn't say no, even when all was said and done, he knew he would never win husband of the year. Suddenly, he was the one who felt sick, realization sunk in, his chest pulled with a tense ache, and fear crippled him.
(How much more would Kane take before he leaves me?)
Kane pulled away, he tilted his head to the left again, his still wet hair hung around his face falling past his chin, landing on his shoulder, he looked ready to wrestle with wet hair and the mask, if he didn't have the saddest eyes Chris had ever seen.
"Why is Big Show so against us being together?"
"Kane! I asked you to marry me! God dammit! Say yes! Please baby, make me the happiest man alive"
"He says-you're no good for me, he's adamant you're a jerk..." Kane's voice trailed off, his body shook, trembling ever so slightly. "What have you done to Show?"
"Marry me- say yes"
"Or-or-or w-w-what-..."
Chris snapped interrupting him "We had an affair when you tore your bicep!" It spilled from his mouth; he had no control as the words just flowed without hesitation. He stared at Kane, his lover never faltered, just took the blow seemingly unnerved. "Look, it meant nothing, it only lasted four months, I felt nothing for him, and it was just sex. It's you I love"
He reached forward hoping Kane would allow the gentle caress he longed for but the larger man moved away
"Fuck Kane! If you leave me I'll kill myself! How would you like that huh? I fucking love you! Not Show, not anyone else just you. You don't need anyone but me, not Hurricane or RVD" Chris noticed the flinch, ever such a tiny flinch that Kane's body gave, Kane's eyes flickered to his with the last sentence, it must have hurt, Chris thought.
"Four-m-m-months"
"It meant nothing!" Jericho screamed.
"You slept with him but proclaimed your love for me! How could you!"
A ferocious banging on the door interrupted them, Kane ran to it, Chris' pleads to ignore it fell on deaf ears, he carelessly flung the door open, in anger or relief, perhaps a bit of both but when he was greeted with dark jade eyes that narrowed when they fell upon him, he couldn't help but want to scream.
His jaw dropped in shock, before him stood the man who plagued his nightmares and dreams for years, the one man who has the ability to make him wail like a baby or wail like a bitch, the one man who can reduce him to tears with words as sharp as blades or words as kind as a mothers.
He looked no different, just shorter hair, as if on sight Kane wanted to cry, he hadn't bothered to contact him for over a year, since he and Jericho hooked up.
He saw the swollen red orbs glistening, puffy from tears; he wanted to reach out and hold the younger man but refrained from making any sudden movements.
"Whose made you cry?"
"That's rich coming from you" Kane bit back harshly
"Big Show came to me, brave son of a bitch, said you needed me"
"I don't need you anymore"
The older man smirked "That's not what I can see." He sighed, "Look for months I've watched you become a shadow of your former self, I've been tortured watching you with another man...Kane please realise where your home is...come back to me"
Kane growled "You left me remember? Because you were too busy telling people they disrespected you"
"You'll be happy again...no more tears"
Kane growled barely above a whisper "But you're my brother" Suddenly he was pushed aside.
"If you must know they're tears of joy, I've just asked Kane to marry me"
It was a silence that bestowed them; Chris stood triumphantly smirking at the auburn haired man, who glared a harrowing stare at the masked man.
Kane looked between Chris and his older brother, pushed past both of them into the corridor before turning to face them, "No, I can't marry you Chris, not now, not ever...I...Mark..."
Mark mouthed something to him, he was sure it was three words and from the look in his eyes he meant it, Kane felt those familiar knots twisting in the pit of his stomach. Big Show's words, 'Go tell the real love of your life you love him' repeated in his mind, haunting him as he stared between the two men, confusion racked his brain, he wanted nothing more than the floor to open him up and swallow him whole, the white walls of the corridor and red carpet began to blur, smudging into one water wash of colour as he turned and ran to the lift, hammering on the button.
The ding was welcomed as the doors opened with a whirr, Kane almost fell inside, falling against the wall grasping onto his hair.
(How dare Mark just turn up like that? All of a sudden, out of the blue, making me feel...feelings that...oh god...Chris...Rob...someone...Rob? Mark, make it go away again)
He felt eyes watching him and in the confined space of a lift, if this was Big Show, he'd rip him limb from limb. He spun on his heel to face the amused assailant who shared the tiny space with him.
"Is the emo inside of you trying to break free Kane?"
"I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire"
"You'd know all about being on fire wouldn't you?" The tall blonde crept closer to him, any closer and he'd be backing up against the wall for space. "Where's your little monkey friend?"
"If you mean Rob he's visiting family"
"Jericho not with you tonight either? How strange" He chewed his gum loudly, taking note as Kane suddenly became silent, hung his head and stared at his feet, and this was a development for the books.
"No way, you two broke up? I wondered when you were going to dump him for your next conquest"
The lights around them flickered on and off as the power slowed, the lift shook to an abrupt halt, they both took no notice of the break down as Kane lunged forward grabbing fistfuls of a green t-shirt and slamming a tort back against the wall.
"What is that suppose to mean?"
"Oh come on, Ken, X-Pac, Chyna, Tori, Jericho-not to mention you've led Terri Runnels and Hurricane a merry dance getting their hopes up for you to dump Jericho and fuck them..."
Kane raised an eyebrow beneath the mask, "How do you know about Ken...?"
"Ken Shamrock and you? I watched you...you're just a whore"
"Fuck you Hunter"
"No, not exactly what I want Kane" With one strong push Hunter pushed the taller man onto the opposite wall, back slamming hard, Kane's head thudded off the wall and he grunted with pain, he scrunched his eyes closed as lips crushed against his, large hands tugged at his t-shirt, pulling it above his navel trailing his fingers across a scarred stomach. They broke apart gasping for breath, panting like sprinters, Hunter dipped pressing his teeth into the delve of Kane's neck and the taller man arched beneath his ministrations. "Do you know how long I've craved this?" Triple H breathed on the bite mark and Kane mewled at the contact, "You are..." the champions voice dropped as Kane nipped his bottom lip, catching it between his teeth drawing him in for a kiss fuelled by lust. Hunter grasped for Kane's wrists, tightening his grip and pinning his hands above his head. The heat was almost unbearable, the thrill even more so, Kane felt his arms drop to his sides as Hunter pulled at his trousers, reality sunk in as the blonde man freed Kane's erection, he sucked in a breath through gritted teeth.
"I fucking hate you" He growled lowly, followed by a short sharp gasp as Triple H stretched and teased his length playfully.
"Remember what good ol' J.R says about me and you? Oil and water Kane, we're not meant to like each other but-..." Hunter stopped mid sentence, Kane heard the metal clanking of Triple H's belt dropping, he opened his eyes to see Hunter was just as eager as he was, so now not only had he just slept with a man he thought he could trust who'd already fucked his boyfriend, just split up with said boyfriend who just proposed marriage, his brother returning to confuse him and Rob was...wasn't here, he was about to fuck with his arch enemy a man he despises profusely.
While his thoughts were plaguing him like a disease he realised he'd been spun around to face the wall, a change of mind flashed before his eyes like lightening, he opened his mouth to speak but all that fell from his lips was a howl. Hunter plunged inside him with one snap of his hips, one push forward and he'd hit home. Kane felt gasps of pain caught in his throat his eyes wide before he squeezed them tightly shut as Triple H slowly drew back "You want this big red huh?"
Another hard thrust and Hunter moaned drawing back, repeating the process of long, slow, and hard strokes. Kane's masked covered face dropped as he couldn't help the desperate keening pants escaping him, he placed the palms of his hands against the wall pushing back to meet every thrust willingly.
"You fucking slut Kane" Hunter sped up, his hips slamming into Kane as he quickened the pace to short sharp stabs. "Moan for me, bitch"
Kane's mouth fell open with silent moans and cries, a hand reached round and firmly tugged at his erection and he threw his head back straightening his body up into the hand and thrusts of his enemy.
Hunter grinned wrapping his free hand around Kane's neck tightly, he pressed his fingertips deep into flesh and Kane was chocking for air, his lungs tightening as he felt every sensation in his dick become sensitive, every tingle was heightened as Hunter hit that spot over and over with the tip of his cock, Hunter felt Kane shuddering against him and moaned into his ear licking the shell. "You know how fucking good you are right now, so tight round my cock, so heavy in my hand, your neck squeezed between my fingers, the control I have over you...cum for me, cum for the man you hate"
Kane couldn't hold back, one last hard thrust and he screamed, his legs almost giving way dropping him to the floor but Hunter held him as he continued to ram into him over and over, pumping the last ounce of cum from his cock, holding him upright by his neck. Triple H began to breathe heavily, louder before bucking widely inside him "Oh God Kane!"
He was still shuddering against Hunter as he felt him release into him, the sweat dripping from under his mask down his chest, they stood there, as one, Hunter's hand still around his neck holding him up as the lights began to flicker and a whirr signalled the power was buzzing again, for a brief moment in time, a heated encounter with his enemy took Kane from the pathetic excuse of his existence to somewhere else where he didn't have to think about the people he loves...and he loved it...
Author's notes: Hope you enjoyed it, just to remind people if they are confused its set early 2003.
Next chapter: Christian pleads Jericho's case, Kane has a heart to heart with a dear friend, another encounter throws Kane's heart into even more turmoil.