Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with WWE or the rights to any products or persons mentioned in the story as well.

Warning: There is harsh language and adult themes as well as slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).

Chapter Two

Mark sat on the couch after listening to Randy's tale. He tried replaying the night before, but everything was hazy. He stared at the blank television screen as fuzzy memories played over and over again in his mind like an old movie.

Mike came out of Mark's and Randy's room holding his camera. He chuckled to himself. "Well, I see we had fun last night."

"Huh?" fell from Mark's lips, eyes still on the blank screen.

Mike handed him the camera and Randy moved to Mark's side to look as well. They scrolled through the photos and laughed.

"She's hot," Randy commented.

"Where did we get an alligator?" Mark wondered.

"Wow, Glenn's very flexible," Randy noted.

Mark nodded. "He took gymnastics when he was little."

Mike and Randy nodded as well.

"Ride that tortoise, Mike," Randy chuckled.

"Damn, Mike," Mark breathed as he shifted in his seat. "How much more of that bottle can you take down your throat?"

Randy cut his eyes to the blond. Mike covered his eyes and grimaced.

"Here, we go," Mark said.

Randy turned his attention back to the camera as Mike leaned closer almost falling on his face onto the couch cushions. They watched as both couples stood at the alter and got married with strippers as their guests. Mark stared at the photo of him pulling Mike into his lap to bite his neck. The next photo was of Glenn ravaging Randy's mouth. The last photo was of Randy kneeling in front of Glenn in the elevator, tugging on his pants.

Mark placed the camera on the coffee table. The three were silent and stunned.

Glenn stood in the doorway. "Why do you have Mike's cat ears on?"

Mark reached up to feel them and took them off.

"What's wrong?" Glenn asked.

"Well, I think you need to sit down, little brother," Mark said.

"Why? Happened?" Glenn sat in the loveseat.

"Well, I don't know how to tell you this."

"Spit it out."

Mark nodded. "Mike and I are married."

Glenn stared at his brother. "You're kidding?"

Mark and Mike showed him their rings.

Glenn doubled over in laughter.

"And you and Randy are married," Mark continued.

Glenn stopped laughing and stared at Mark. He looked down to own hand and turned to Randy, who nodded and showed his.

"What the hell happened last night?" Glenn shouted.

Mark handed him the camera and Glenn looked through the photos. He chuckled at some of the pictures and paled when he got to the wedding. He placed the camera down and looked at everyone.

"What are we going to do?" he calmly asked.

"I say we get this annulled," Randy said.

"I agree with him," Glenn said. "I can't be married to him."

Randy snapped his head to him. "Why not?"

"You're broody."

"What about you, Mr. Sunshine? You're broodier than me."

"Actually, you're broodier than Glenn," Mark corrected. "Glenn talks to people and laughs. You like to be alone. You make David Boreanaz's Angel seem more sociable."

Mike laughed.

"I'll call my lawyer Monday morning," Mark stated.

"Why Monday?" Glenn and Randy asked.

"One, it's the weekend. Two, my lawyer will be in on Monday. Three, I'm not going to worry about this shit. Four, I'm on a vacation and I'm going to enjoy it." Mark stood up. "You two can whine, bitch, and moan all you want, but me...this is Vegas, baby." With that Mark went back to his room.

Mike looked to Randy and sighed. He too went back to room.

"He's right," Glenn mumbled. "But don't tell him I said that."

Randy nodded. "What are we going to do?"

"Try and have fun."

Randy sighed.

…

Mike went around the hotel by himself. He weaved through the costumed bodies to get to the casino. He scanned the area for any games that would interest him. He spotted Mark at a poker table and went to him.

"Hey," Mike greeted.

Mark grumbled.

"What's wrong?"

"Just lost a grand."

Mike whistled. "Why are you still playing?"

"Hoping to win it back," Mark muttered.

The blond nodded and watched the dealer pass out the cards. He studied Mark's hand and did not say a thing. After watching a handful of games, Mark won more than ten grand.

"I suggest quitting now," Mike replied.

"Hush, boy," Mark said. "I'm on a roll."

Mike shrugged his shoulder and walked away.

Mark lost his next two hands and brought his hand to his face. "Wait a minute." He gathered what was left of his winnings and went searching for the young man.

The large man spotted him at the Craps table. He went to his side and watched as Mike win roll after roll. He won a grand total of twenty-five thousand dollars. The blond gathered his winnings and turned.

He bumped into Mark. "Sorry," Mike said.

"No problem," the large man said.

"I thought you were having fun at the poker table."

"Lost my next two hands."

"Damn." Mike went and exchanged his chips.

"Would you like cash, check, or the money on a card?" the clerk asked.

"Can the card be used any where?" Mike questioned.

"Only in this hotel, but you can change it later when you leave."

"I'll do that then, but I would like a grand in cash."

She smiled and placed the money onto a card for him and the cash in an envelope.

"Thanks."

"Welcome, sir. Come back soon."

Mark exchanged his money while Mike waited.

"What do you want to do?" Mike asked when Mark went to him.

The large man looked at the sea of custom animals. "I'm hungry."

"Hey, we can go to Shibuya. I heard that it's one of the best restaurants on the Strip," Mike offered.

"We can do that," Mark replied. "I wonder what Glenn and Randy are doing."

"I don't want Randy to come."

Mark stared down at the young man and shrugged the statement off.

Glenn and Randy ended up bouncing around from strip club to strip club, throwing money around like it was no tomorrow. They drank and danced, they talked and laughed. They were having a good time when they noticed the time.

"Shit!" Randy said.

"What?" Glenn asked as he stared at him with glassy eyes.

"It's like midnight," Randy managed.

"So?"

"We haven't...we haven't...I think we lost Mark and Mike."

Glenn thought a moment. "Did they come with us?"

"Yeah...remember? They're our roommates."

"Oh, yeah." Glenn scanned the strip club. "I-I-I don't see 'em."

"We...we need...to find them."

"Why?"

"Mark's goin' kill Mike."

Glenn stared at him. "And?"

"Cena will kill me," Randy whispered.

"No, he won't." Glenn patted Randy on the shoulder. "You're his bestie. You're his friend. Yeah, you're is bestie friend...best friend. He lush you. Lush?"

"Yeah, but he's likes Mike too. I think they're sucking...fucking."

The bald man nodded. "Really?"

Randy nodded as he chugged his shot. "I don't know. But they're close."

"Why?"

"Morrison fucked...fucked Mike over."

"I thought Mike cheated on Morrison."

"I don't know. Cena didn't tell me. He was there for...the goober when it all went down."

Glenn nodded. "So, Mike cheated on Morrison with Cena?"

"I don't think so. Cena has better taste."

"I would hope so." Glenn stood up and wobbled a bit. "Lesh go."

"Lesh?" Randy stared up at him.

"Must find my brother. Must make sure Mike is alive so Cena won't kill my husband."

Randy chuckled. "You called me your husband."

Around two in the morning, Mike and Mark entered their hotel room.

"That was fun," Mike replied.

"I can't believe I won close to a million dollars," Mark replied.

"Hey, I won nearly half a million."

Mark nodded. "I'm going to bed."

"Night." Mike played with his phone for a bit before going to Glenn's and his room. He quickly ran out and went straight into Mark's and Randy's room.

Mark stood in boxers staring at the young man. "What?"

"I-I-I think I'll stay here."

Mark shook his head. "You and Glenn are rooming together and Randy and I are rooming together."

"I think that's changed."

The older man folded his arms over his chest.

"Go look."

Mark shook his head and went to the other room. He stood in the doorway staring down at his half-naked brother holding a fully naked Randy in his arms. Love bits were plastered all over Randy's neck while there was one as clear as day on Glenn's neck. Mark grinned widely. He went back to his room, grabbed his cellphone, went back, and took a picture. He stared briefly at Randy. He took in his well-toned, tanned body, the tattoos, and short hair. He was a sharp contrast to Glenn, who had a pale muscular body, bald, and no tattoos. While he slept, Randy was not the Legend Killer, the Viper, the Apex Predator, but a normal man that looked to be innocent. The same could be said for Glenn while he slept.

"At least he's not as pale as that Irish fellow for the FCW," Mark muttered as he closed the door. He went back to his room and laid down in his bed. "You may stay here."

Mike smiled and began to undress. Mark watched as the blond stripped. He studied the athletic body and smooth skin. Mark thought of marring the young man with whips. He shook his head of those thoughts and looked away. He could hear the young man crawl into Randy's bed and settle down.

Mark chewed on the walls of his cheeks as he thought about Mike. He heard the rumors about the young man but was not interested in gossip. At that moment, when he thought of taking advantage of the young man, the whispered rumors came to him.

"Did you hear what Mike did?"

"I heard he slept with Vince to get this job."

"Well, I heard that he's been fooling around Morrison's back with Hunter."

"As if. Hunter wouldn't stoop so low. Fooling around with Batista or Flair, maybe. Hunter, no way."

"I heard he got a VD and that's why he's been sick."

"Why is Cena bothering with him?"

"Bet you Mike and Cena are doing it."

"He'll hit on anything with legs."

Mark looked to the sleeping Mike and sighed.

…

"OH! MY! GOD!"

Mark and Mike shot straight up from their slumber.

"The love birds are up," Mark said with a yawn.

Mike nodded, slowly blinking trying to wake up.

Randy ran into the room still naked. "Look at my neck!" he shouted.

Mike's eyes were on his naked body. Mark chuckled.

"This isn't funny, Mark." He turned to Mike. "What are you looking at?"

"You're naked," the older man replied.

Randy looked down. "So?"

"How much did you two drink last night?" Mike asked.

"I don't remember," Randy said as he folded his arms over his chest.

Glenn came in rubbing his eyes. "Did you really have to yell?"

"Look at what you did to my neck," Randy demanded.

Glenn studied the young man.

"Look at what you did to his," Mark said.

Randy did and his eyes grew wide. "Why is this happening to me?"

"Why are you two getting drunk together?" Mike asked.

"That's what friends do if you had any," Randy snapped.

"Hey, don't get snippy," Mark replied as he noticed Mike tense up. "People do stupid things when they're drunk." He looked from Randy and to his brother. "Try not get get drunk together. Next thing you know, Mike and I will be walking in on you two fucking each other's brains out."

"Like that would happen," Randy whispered.

"Why not?" Glenn asked.

"I bottom for no one," Randy replied as he went to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Mike stared at the door. "So rude...so selfish." Mike went back to his room for a shower of his own.

Glenn watched after him. "What's his problem?"

Mark shrugged his shoulders. "Do you remember what happened last night?"

"Not really."

"Very exciting story there, little brother...very exciting."

…

Mike wandered the Convention floor looking at all the booths. There were fur suits for sell, books, games, Medieval wear, weapons, and other things for sell. Mike studied the board games and was intrigued by them.

He picked one up and whispered, "'Carcassonne'."

"That is a really fun game," the vendor said. "It's a German style board game."

Mike nodded and looked over the other game titles. "'Munchkin'?"

"The object of the game is to back-stab your friends while getting ahead or cheat without getting caught."

"Really?"

The man nodded.

"Looks interesting."

"It's really fun."

"'Chez Geek'?"

"Another fantastic game by Steve Jackson. You try to collect as many slacker tokens as you can while interrupting your friends from gaining theirs."

"Could I please get 'Chez Geek'?"

"Would you like part two and three as well? They're the expansions."

Mike nodded. "I would like the 'Munchkin' too. I'll just take expansions two and three to that one as well."

The man nodded and rung him up. Mike smiled at his purchases and looked up.

"What's 'Honor of the Samurai'?"

"Oh, you play a Samurai in service to a Daimyo. Your objective is to earn 400 Honor points before anyone else. You can either gain or lose Honor by certain actions. Anyone can declare themselves Shogun, but that's like having a target on your back."

"I would like that one as well. Wait." He spied a Zombie board game. "That one as well with its expansions."

"I only have up to four. Is that okay?"

Mike nodded. "Are those D&D books?"

The vendor nodded.

"I'm a closet nerd."

"Hey, everyone has a bit of nerd in them."

Mike flipped through the books. "'Fireborn'?"

"It's a mix of high and urban fantasy. What makes this game unique is the fact that you can dice shift allowing the player more control of the outcome and the dual setting. Sadly, the game has been discontinued. I have some books left."

Mike pulled both Player's Guide and GM Guide. The vendor watched as more and more items caught the blond's eyes.

"I can't buy too much. I have to get on a plane," Mike stated.

"Understandable. Here's my card."

Mike took and read over the address. "You're based in L.A.?"

The man nodded.

"Awesome. I'll go ahead and take 'Honor of the Samurai' and 'Fireborn' for right now," Mike said as he slipped the card into his back pocket. "I'll come by to your shop, get the games that interested me, and check out what else you got."

The vendor nodded and rang him up. "'Chez Geek', 'Munchkin', 'Honor of the Samurai', and 'Fireborn'...not bad."

Mike smiled to himself as he carried his purchases away. He did not notice a group of Furries stalking him.

Randy paced the common room, glancing down at his watch for the umpteenth time. "Where is he?"

"He'll be here," Mark said.

"He's an hour late," Glenn noted. "Let's just go to dinner without him."

"I agree," Randy said.

"You two are sounding more like married couple," Mark joked.

"Shut up," Randy and Glenn said.

"Let's give him another thirty..."

The door opened and the three turned to it.

"About damn—" Randy stopped and stared at Mike.

Mike had on a pair of white cat ears, a tail, and white cat paws. He clutched his bags close to his chest with a bewildered look on his face. "They got me again."