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 Three

Mike walked in and went straight to his room. The three men walked over and opened the door. They saw him laying on his stomach with his face buried in his pillow.

"Are-are you okay?" Randy asked.

Mike mumbled.

The men looked at each other.

"They've traumatized the poor boy," Mark said.

Glenn cocked his head to the side. "He looks kind of cute with those ears."

Randy and Mark looked at him.

"Just saying."

They continued to watch him.

Mark sighed. He went and sat down on the bed. He began to rub his back. "It's okay. I don't know why they are targeting you, but it'll be fine. If you makes it any better, Glenn said you looked cute."

Mike turned to Mark and stared at him. "Men shouldn't be cute. Handsome, yes. Cute...never."

"Take off those ears and tail and paws," Mark said. "Let's go to dinner."

"What if I get abducted again?" Mike asked.

"You'll be with us," Mark said. "I'm not going to let anything happen to my husband."

Mike finally nodded and took his paws off. He took his off his ears and unsnapped his tail. "Okay."

The four left and went to dinner. They settled for the Craftsteak restaurant. The four sat beside their respective husbands and talked. Mike sat silently listening to the others. Mark took notice of this but chalked it up to him being targeted by the Furries.

"We have one more day here, so lets live it up, little brother," Mark said.

"I hear ya," Glenn replied taking a swig of his beer.

"When are you leaving?" Mike asked.

"Monday morning," Mark replied.

"Us too," Randy replied. "Our flight's at seven in the morning. We have to be at New York for taping."

Mike nodded in agreement.

"I'll call my lawyer Monday morning before Glenn and I leave," Mark informed them.

"Good," Randy said.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to get rid of me," Glenn said.

"I am," Randy replied.

The two glared at each other.

"You make an adorable couple," Mark said.

"Fuck off," Randy and Glenn replied.

Mike smiled at this.

Mark shook his head and paid for their meal. The four went back to the hotel's casino and decided to gamble for awhile. Mike stayed close to Randy for a bit before the Viper got snippy. The blond moved over to Glenn. He growled at him after ten minutes and went to find Mark at the poker table. The older man did not mind. As far as he was concerned, Mike was his lucky charm. He kept winning well into the night. After awhile, he noticed that he started to lose. He looked around and saw that Mike had disappeared.

Mark gathered his earnings, exchanged it, and went looking for the blond. He asked Randy, who had not seen him. He asked Glenn, who did not care. He even called the young man's phone. Shaking his head, Mark went back to the hotel room. The older man stepped in and stopped short. Mike was on the couch, staring at the blank flat screen. On his head were orange cat ears.

The blond looked up at him, ice blues sad and on the verge of tears. "They got me again."

A smile played on the older man's lips. He walked over and stood in front of the blond. He let his hands caress both ears. Mark shook his head and asked, "How in the world?" He looked down at Mike's cat paws. "I'm so sorry this happened to you. I should have been paying more attention."

"Why are they doing this to me?" Mike buried his face in his paws.

"I don't know, but you look damn cute." Mark's eyes grew wide. He could not believe he just said that.

Mike looked up at him, his ice blues big like puppy dog's eyes.

Mark exhaled slowly. He could feel himself getting hard. He hoped that Mike did not notice the bulge starting to form.

The door opened and in walked Glenn and Randy.

"You found him," Glenn said.

"Again?" Randy asked, taking in the ears.

Mike turned to them and nodded.

Mark was relieved for the interruption. He could feel his erection disappearing.

"I'm going to go pack," Mike said as he got up.

"You gonna keep the ears?" Randy joked.

Mike glared at him and slammed the bedroom door shut.

Mark stared at Randy.

"What?" he asked.

Mark shook his head, went to his room, and closed the door.

Randy looked to Glenn. "What's up with your brother?"

Glenn shook his head.

"You don't think..."

"Eww, eww, eww," Glenn replied with a disgusted look in his face.

"You're right."

Both men stared at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

…

It was Monday and Randy and Mike made it to their hotel in New York and checked in. Cena ran over to them with his megawatt smile plastered on his face.

"How was your trip, dawg?" he asked.

Randy punched him in the shoulder. "You ass."

"Ow!" Cena rubbed his shoulder.

"What was so important that you had to blow your best friend off?" Rand asked.

Just then, Jeff and Matt Hardy walked by. The Rainbow Warrior looked toward John and smiled. John returned it before looking back at his friends. Randy and Mike gawked at him.

"What?" Cena asked.

Randy grabbed Cena's arm and dragged him to the elevator with Mike right behind. No words passed between them. When they got to Randy's floor, they filed out and went straight to Randy's room.

"Talk," Randy ordered.

"What?" Cena asked again.

"You and Jeff Hardy," Mike said. "I'm surprised Matt hasn't killed you yet."

"Matt doesn't know," Cena said.

"Are you retarded?" Randy replied. "That man is crazier than me when it comes to protecting his baby brother. Hell, he's probably crazier than Mark when it comes to Glenn."

"Well, not really," Mike said.

"Who asked you?" Randy glared at him. "Why are you in my room?"

"I wanted to hear John's answer." Mike rolled his eyes. "How long has this been going now?"

"Three months," Cena sheepishly replied.

"All those nights of not hanging out, of blowing me off, of not coming to my parents' house for breaks..." Randy listed, "now makes sense."

Cena's cell rang. "Hold on. Hey, Jeff. I'm in Randy's room. He abducted me." He smiled and gave Randy's room number.

"I can't believe you gave him my room number," Randy said.

"I can't believe you're making a big deal about this," Cena replied. "Now you know what's been going on, you can help me."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you're his friend," Mike said.

"At least moment, he's your friend," Randy replied.

"So, when he does something that's really, really, really stupid, he's my friend, but when he does something awesome and spectacular, then he's your friend?" Mike asked.

Randy nodded. "Yeah."

A knock came and John went to answer it. Jeff slipped in and wrapped his arms around Cena's neck. They kissed each other.

"How did you get away from your brother?" John asked.

"I have my ways," Jeff replied with a smile. He kissed his boyfriend again.

Randy began to gag.

"Fuck off," both men said.

"This is my room," Randy informed them.

Cena pulled away and held Jeff's hand. He sat down on the bed and pulled the smaller man into his lap. They looked to both men.

"I see you two got cozy," Cena noted.

"What?" Randy asked, folding his arms over his chest.

Jeff pointed to own neck to indict Randy's hickeys.

Randy's grew wide for a second. "I forgot about those."

"I seriously thought you were going to chicken out, Mizzy," Jeff said as he brushed his purple hair back.

"We ended up getting married," Mike replied.

"Why are you telling them that?" Randy practically yelled.

"What?" Jeff and John asked.

"Okay, when I bailed to have Mike take my place, I didn't think this would happen," John said. "I thought maybe you two would get along somewhat, go on a date or two, seeing that Mike has a crush on you..."

"What?" Randy asked.

Mike face-palmed himself.

Randy looked at the blond. "This is just getting better."

"Now, you two are married. Didn't even invite me to the wedding," Cena continued. "I thought I was your best friend."

"We didn't marry each other," Mike said.

"What?" Jeff and John asked.

"We didn't marry each other," Mike repeated.

The two stared at Randy and Mike. Mike took out his camera and gave it to them. Jeff and John looked through the photos. A chuckle here and there.

"Where did you get the alligator?" Jeff asked.

Then, they came upon the wedding. John's jaw dropped and Jeff giggled.

"This is so funny," Jeff replied as he handed the camera back to Mike. "What are you going to do?"

"Mark is looking into getting our marriages annulled," Randy muttered.

"You and Glenn?" John asked. "How is he in bed?"

"I didn't have sex with him," Randy answered.

"They got really drunk and made-out though," Mike informed.

"Thank you, big mouth." Randy glared at him.

Mike shrugged his shoulders.

"How's sex with Mark?" Jeff asked.

"We didn't have sex," Mike replied.

"Damn, I was curious," Jeff said.

"What?" John asked. "Why?"

"I've seen him naked," Jeff replied. "He's—"

"I don't want to hear any more."

"Glenn's the same way."

Randy rolled his eyes and wiped his face with both hands. "I hope we can get these marriages annulled. I can't be married to him."

"Why not?" Jeff asked. "He is my friend, you know?"

"He's not my type," Randy said. "He's dark and broody."

"And what are you?" Jeff asked. "Rainbow Brite?"

"How about a Care Bear?" John added. "Care Bear Stare!" John tried to mimic Randy's stare.

"Or a Care Cousin. Care Cousin Roar!" Mike hissed.

Jeff and John laughed.

Randy glared at Mike.

"Lighten up," John laughed. "Mike is not upset about being married to Mark. You said that he's looking into getting the marriages annulled, right?"

Randy finally nodded.

"Good, don't worry about it then."

"Just don't tell anyone," Randy said.

"Your secret's safe with us," Jeff replied.

"Why aren't you upset about this?" Randy asked Mike.

"Someone told me a long time ago to just go with the flow even if you're wading through shit because eventually, it'll get better," Mike replied.

Cena smirked.

Randy folded his arms over his chest.

"Who knows," Mike said as he gathered his things, "you might end up liking Glenn and want to stay with him. You two did get along."

"Really?" Jeff replied. "Wow. He normally doesn't get along with anyone but Mark, Matty, and me."

"I feel so special." Randy watched Mike leave. "He has a crush on me?"

John and Jeff nodded.

"I can understand John knowing," Randy began.

"John told me," Jeff replied.

"How about telling your best friend?" Randy questioned.

"It would have defeated the purpose of my plan," John said as he tightened his arms around Jeff. "You're the first person he had any interest in since Morrison."

"That's hard to believe."

"Believe what you want," John said. "Jeff, you want to go to my room?"

Jeff nodded and wiggled out of John's embrace. They stood and went to the door.

John turned to Randy and said, "Mike is a good kid. Life just keeps handing him shit."

They left and Randy went about unpacking.

Mike was in his room doing the same. When he was done, he sat on his bed and sorted through his purchases from the Convention. He picked out "Munchkin" with its two other expansions and stacked the other items on the side of his bed. He opened the game, took out the game's instruction, and began to read.

…

Mark had been on the phone with his lawyer on and off during the morning and part of the afternoon. He lay on his hotel bed, arm over his eyes. His head hurt and he was gratefully that Glenn's and his taping was not until tomorrow. They already made it to their destination in Manhattan. He knew that Raw was in New York City and thought about going over to watch. He smiled when his mind brought of Mike and his cat ears.

Mark chuckled to himself as he admitted the young man looked adorable in them. Then Randy with his constant questioning about the annulment came to mind. Mark thought it was best to just take a nap. He took two aspirins and laid back down. Soon, he fell asleep. His dreams were hazy, but he could make out someone beneath him, squirming and moaning in pleasure. Mark woke with a start, sweat covering his forehead and his hair sticking to him.

"What the fuck?" he breathed. He propped himself onto his elbows and noticed his obvious tent. "Damnit!"

The Deadman got out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower and take care of business. He let the water rain down on him and thought of his dream. He did not know who the person was, but he was determined to find them. His mind went instantly to Mike but shook his head.

"Maybe," Mark breathed.

Truth be told, his mind had been on the young man as of late. He was quiet and reserved when the blond was with the group on their vacation. The Miz was no where in sight nor sound. Mark did not know if that was the real Mike or just a facade.

The Deadman got out of the shower and dried himself.

"Randy did say that Cena's close to him," Mark said to himself. He walked out. "I'll think I'll go."

"Go where?" Glenn asked, dropping his things onto his nightstand.

"I'm going to Raw tonight."

"Why?"

"Just to watch. Bored."

Glenn studied his brother. "I guess I'll come along."

"You don't have to," Mark said as he rummaged through his clothes.

"Gives me something to do."

"Wanting to torment Randy?"

Glenn snickered as Mark shook his head.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you actually like the boy," Mark replied.

"He is easy on the eyes," Glenn replied. "I would love to break him."

"Please, you love the fight in him."

Glenn nodded. "That I do...that I do. Let me shower real quick."

Mark waited until Glenn got ready and they both left.

…

Mike sat on a bench in the locker room. He had just finished his match and he just wanted to go back to his hotel room. Those around him lowly talked. He knew what they were talking about. It was always about him. Even if it was old news, they never let it rest because he was the Miz, the Reality Star reject. The blond hated it. He finally stood, gathering his toiletries, and turned to go into the showers. He bumped into someone or rather they bumped into him.

"Watch it," Punk said, glaring at the blond.

"S-sorry," Mike replied.

"Yeah, you are sorry...a sorry excuse for a wrestler," the older man stated.

There were some chuckles.

"What do you want, Punk?" Mike asked.

"Nothing from you, that's for sure."

"So, Morrison ain't enough for ya? Gotta come sniffing around me?"

Punk snarled and shoved the blond into the lockers.

Mike glared up at him and his eyes widened.

Mark grabbed the back of Punk's neck and jerked him toward the locker room doors. He threw the bewildered man out and stared at him before turning back to Mike. He slowly strode over to him.

"You okay?" Mark asked.

Mike just nodded.

"Have you seen Cena?"

Mike looked him over. The older man wore tight black jeans with a black A-shirt and black biker boots. His hair was tied back into a ponytail and he wore shades to hide his greens.

Mike finally shook his head. "He might be in his private locker room."

"Tried there." He inhaled and walked out.

The other wrestlers stared after the Deadman wondering why he was being nice to Mike and what the hell Cena did to get his attention.

Mark wandered the halls going back to Cena's private room. He stopped short when he heard noises coming from the room. He could make out the sound of Jeff's voice which caused him to chuckle. Mark knocked.

"Shit!"

He could hear the sounds of scurrying and smiled. He then put on his stone face and glared at Cena when he opened the door.

"What are you—?" Cena began but was cut off by Mark's hand around his throat.

"I know he's here," the Deadman said as he came in, kicking the door closed behind him. "Tell me where he is or I will—"

"You will let him go," Jeff replied as he stepped out of the shower with his arms folded over his chest.

"Or what?" Undertaker asked, cutting his eyes to him.

"Well, Randy sent me this nice picture of you with cat ears..."

Mark let Cena go. "He did what?"

Jeff smiled. "So it is true."

Cena laughed as he rubbed his throat. "Mike told me everything."

Mark shook his head.

"Don't get mad at him. He just talks a lot, trying to make conversation and he knows that I'll never let him down by giving up his secrets."

The Deadman nodded and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Jeff asked as he sat down on the couch.

"I wanted to talk to you about Mike," Mark replied.

"About what?" John questioned, taking a spot by Jeff.

The younger Hardy threw his legs into his boyfriend's lap.

"Well, Mike wasn't Mike during our stay in Vegas," Mark replied.

John stared at him and smiled. "When Mike is around a lot of people, he brings out the Miz. It's his defense."

"So...?"

"Get him on one and one, he's himself. Sometimes, he's very quiet and observes people. He likes to do that, to figure out their strengths and weakness, to figure out their patterns...it helps him a lot in the ring."

Mark nodded. "Are the rumors true?"

Jeff looked to John. He too had heard the rumors and always wanted to know if they were true or not.

John sat, choosing his words wisely. "Rumors and gossip always fly about backstage whether if they're true or not. Mike's a good kid. He may be a flirt, but that's it. It's just flirting. If you choose to believe the gossip, then you're no better than the rest of them. If you choose to get to know him, I mean really know him and not turn on him, then you're a better person for trying because at least you'll be getting to the truth."