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 Seven

Mike stared down at his husband and recalled their moment in the shower. He smiled and kissed Mark's forehead before going to the bathroom. He needed to get ready for their day together and the other couples. He brushed his teeth, shaved, and dressed. Mike made it to the kitchen and found Jeff mixing the ingredients for one of the cakes.

"Morning," Mike greeted.

"Morning," Jeff said. "How well did you sleep?"

"Great. You?"

"With John around, fantastically."

Mike nodded and got the potatoes out to skin and chop. He filled a pot with water and a dash of salt to let it boil. He put on another pot to boil the eggs.

"I didn't know you cooked, Mike," Jeff stated as he filled a baking cake pan.

"Yeah," Mike answered. "My grandmother and mom taught me how. When I went to stay with my dad from time to time, I had to fend for myself."

Jeff nodded as he placed the pan into the oven. "Do you need any help?"

"Could you help me peel?"

Jeff took a knife and began to peel and dice up the potatoes. They dumped them into the pot. They chopped up the onions and celery. After seven minutes, Mike cut off the eggs and moved the pot to a cool burner.

The preparation went on until Randy was ready to grill. He stood outside with his jacket on turning over the ribs. Jeff had finished his cakes and had them frosted. Mike's sides were done except one. He wanted to wait close to dinner time to finish his last dish. The blond spend most of his time making mixed drinks upon request. The guys were watching a football game and talking.

"This was a great idea," John said as he took a swig of his beer.

Mark agreed as he watched Mike move about like a 1950's wife. He smiled and could feel his member come to life. The Deadman turned his attention back to the screen to get his mind off of his husband, but every so often, he would caught glimpses of Mike.

Glenn came back in with a dish full of chicken. "He just has to do the steaks and we can eat."

Mike took the dish and placed it on the counter. He popped in his special Mac and Cheese into the oven and went to set the table with the help of Jeff. Mike cut up the ribs and placed them on a platter which Jeff set on the table. The young blond placed his sides onto the table as well. Jeff placed the chicken into a bowl and placed them beside the ribs.

Soon, Randy came in with the steaks and went straight to the table. Jeff took the platter from him and placed it with the other meats. Mike got out his Mac and Cheese and set into on the table. The men sat around the table and said grace before diving in.

"Careful, the Mac and Cheese is hot," Mike warned.

Mark took a bite of the side and smiled. "Did you put lobster in here?"

Mike nodded. "I used sharp Cheddar cheese and Gruyere cheese with a hint of nutmeg."

"This is really good," Jeff replied. "Could you write down the recipe for me?"

"Sure."

They ate until they requested dessert and praised Jeff's baking skills. After dinner, Mark, Glenn, and John wrapped up the leftovers and cleaned up to let their chefs rest. While they did that, Mike pulled out his games. Randy and Jeff looked over them.

"'Munchkin' was really fun," Jeff said. "I would like to play that again."

"We could do that," Mike replied.

"'Honor of the Samurai' sounds really good from what Mark was saying," Randy said.

"I read over it," Mike said. "It looks really interesting."

"Let's play something everyone knows first," Jeff suggested. "Well, most of everyone."

"Then we could learn the other games," Mike added.

Randy agreed and Jeff and Mike told him how to play. Their men folk came out of the kitchen and smiled at the games that were out.

"What are we playing?" John asked as he went to Jeff.

"'Munchkin'," Jeff replied.

"Yes," Mark replied.

Glenn groaned.

"What?" Randy asked his husband as he turned on the stereo.

"I hate you, Mark," Glenn said.

"Hey...'The Other Ring,' baby brother," Mark replied.

They went about playing two rounds of the game with Randy winning both games. They moved on to "Honor of the Samurai."

"My wife looks hot," Jeff said as he laid the Okugata card into his Samurai's house.

"She looks like mine," Glenn replied.

"Whatever," Jeff mumbled.

"I've gained thirty honor points," Randy replied.

Mark wrote it down and looked over the score. "Mike is in the lead with 225."

"Hey," Mike protested.

"Just letting everyone know."

Randy looked over his cards and placed down three army cards. "I will be attacking Shogun Mike."

"Bring it on, bitch," Mike challenged.

Randy counted up his Strength and rolled the dice. Mike did the same.

"Look at that, Mike," Randy said. "Looks like I'm Shogun."

Mike growled.

"I'll be upgrading my castle." Randy took Mike's castle and title.

Mike discarded his Daimyo and his entire house.

The game went on until Jeff won. He ran around the men, arms pumping in the air. He even did his entrance dance.

They turned to "Chez Geek" and had a blast just by reading the cards and interrupting each other's Nookie time. After winning, Mike decided to dance around the room with Jeff in tow. They swayed their bodies to the beat of the music, heads going side to side. They gyrated their hips and dropped it like it's hot. The others cheered them on and soon, the games were forgotten.

Mark and Glenn watched as their four friends danced around like no one was watching. Jeff excused himself and disappeared somewhere in the house. He quietly came back in and when Mike had his back turned, Jeff sprung. He quickly placed the orange cat ears onto the blond's head.

Mike stopped and stared at him. He moved his hands up to feel the ears and he groaned.

"You look cute in them," Jeff said.

"Men shouldn't be cute," Mike protested.

"Gimme those." Randy snatched them off Mike's head and placed the ears on his own noggin. "Happy now."

Everyone laughed at the sight of the Viper with cat ears. Randy went and sat in Glenn's lap.

"You look adorable to me," Glenn said with a kiss.

Randy put the ears on Glenn's head.

"Hey," Glenn said and took the ears off.

Mark took them from his brother. "Hey, let's watch a movie."

"Sounds good," John replied.

The couch, loveseat, and coffee table were pushed back while Mike and Jeff gathered pillows and blankets. Glenn and John looked over Randy's DVD collection and made a few selections. Mark and Randy got snacks and drinks. Everyone changed into either sweatpants, pajama pants, or just wore their underwear to bed.

"Don't you get cold?" Jeff asked Randy.

"I normally sleep in the nude," he replied.

"Damn," Glenn said with a hint of disappointment.

"Hey, I really don't want to see his junk," John said.

"You've seen it before," Randy reminded him.

"Some of us have virgin eyes," Mark said as he covered Mike's ice blues.

"Hey!" Mike exclaimed, trying to pry Mark's large hands away.

"You're not missing much," John insisted.

Randy stared at his best friend. He dropped his briefs. "This isn't much."

Jeff's eyes grew wide. "Wow!"

"Eyes up, mister," John commanded.

"I've seem him naked before," Mike replied, giving up.

"And? I don't want you to fantasize about him," Mark said. "Only me."

Glenn grabbed Randy by the waist and pulled him down to the floor.

"Hey! Stop!" Randy struggled in his husband's hold. "I have a point to prove."

"You've proved it," Glenn said as he covered Randy. "I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea. You're mine."

"Possessive?"

"You know it." Glenn winked at him.

Mark took away his hands. Mike huffed and crossed his arms.

"Nice," Jeff replied.

John stared at him.

"I've seen Glenn's and Mark's packages before," Jeff replied. "But I love yours."

"Good." He embraced his boyfriend. "Mine."

"Mike, stop being like this," Mark said. "Come cuddle with me."

"No," Mike said as he moved to the other side of the living room.

The Deadman worked his jaw back and forth. "Don't make me chase you."

The other men watched on with interest.

Mike glared at him. He turned and ran.

"Shit!" Mark scrambled to get up and chase his husband down.

"If you break anything, you're buying me a new one!" Randy yelled after them.

The four sat for three minutes.

"I think Mike will get away," Jeff replied.

John nodded. "He's really good at hiding."

"Hey, don't count my brother out," Glenn said.

Mark searched every room in the house. He even looked in the attic, but the blond was no where to be found. The Deadman decided to check the garage. He took in Randy's car collection and nodded.

"Impressive," Mark said.

A noise caught his attention and he went to investigate. He did not see anything and turned just in time to see Mike jet out of the garage. The Deadman was hot on Mike's heels. They ran through the living room, jumping over the laying bodies.

"Run, Mike, run!" Jeff exclaimed, cheering his friend on.

The two came to a stand still in the dining room, Mike on one side and Mark on the other. The four came to watch.

"Mike, I swear to God, if I catch you, I'm whipping your ass," Mark stated.

"Try it, old man," Mike growled.

Mark lunged to the right to round the table. Mike had another idea. He rolled over the top of the table and to the other side and was gone once again. Mark tried to change directions, but fell onto his side. He let out a grunt and lay, gripping his knee.

The four gasped causing Mike to come back. He saw what happened and went to his husband.

"Oh no," Mike said.

Mark slowly got up and grabbed him.

"Shit!" Mike struggled to get away.

Mark bent his husband over the table and spanked him hard enough to rock the table. He straightened Mike up, who was red in the face and had tears in his eyes. Mark hugged him.

"That was kinda hot," Randy replied.

Mike buried his face into Mark's chest.

"I would have to agree with that one," Jeff said.

"Do you want me to spank you?" John asked.

"Maybe."

The four went back to the movie.

"I'm sorry," Mark replied.

Mike did not say anything.

"Will you forgive me?"

Mike slowly nodded.

The Deadman smiled and lifted the blond up bridal style. They headed back to their spot on the floor and cuddled together.

The friends watched the first movie and commented. The second movie was watched with mild interest nor just plain forgotten. Randy kissed on Glenn's neck while his hand was under the covers. Jeff's head bobbed up and down in John's lap. Mike and Mark slowly stroked each other while they kissed.

John held Jeff's head still as he came into his mouth. His boyfriend licked him clean and kissed him. John motioned to the other two couples. Jeff grinned and went back to paying attention to his man.

Randy stroked Glenn harder and faster. He took his member into his mouth and drank him down. His husband caressed his back. Randy came back up and smiled. He noticed that Glenn's eyes darted from his brother on the right of them and John to the left of them. Randy did the same and grinned. Glenn grabbed a hold of Randy and kissed him deeply.

Mike had straddled Mark's hips and slowly impaled himself onto his husband's member. He stilled until he got used to the feel of Mark being inside of him. He rocked his hips slow and quickened the rhythm. The blond leaned forward to kiss him. Their tongues fought for dominance and Mark won out. Mike moaned into his mouth. They could feel their climax. Mark grabbed Mike's cock and fisted him until they came together. They kissed each other until they came down from their high.

Lucky for them, Randy kept a box of tissues on the coffee table which was to their right. Mark wiped his hand and cleaned up his stomach. He noticed that Mike had yet slip his cock out of himself. He looked up at the blond and saw that he was watching something. He turned his head to what held Mike's attention. Randy rubbed Glenn's head as his husband went down on him. Jeff lay underneath John as he thrust into his boyfriend. Mark and Mike stared at each other and smiled.

The next night, Randy dressed into his ring attire. He looked to Mike, who sat on the bench next to him. This would be their first tag team partners.

"Nervous?" Randy asked.

Mike nodded.

"Don't worry about it. You've done tag team before. We've practiced what we were going to do."

"I know, it's just...we're going against Morrison and Punk," Mike replied.

"What's wrong with that?"

Mike chewed on his bottom lip. "I don't want to talk about it. Let's just get this over with."

The two went out to the Gorilla Position and waited for their theme song. They made their way to the ring. They waited and watched as Punk and Morrison came down. The bell rang and the match began. When Mike was tagged in, Morrison and Punk would do a number on him. Randy watched on with frustration. He paced his corner, eyes on the match. The crowd cheered on Mike to win, to kick out, to tag in Randy, but every time he would go from his corner, Punk or Morrison would pull him back to their side.

Mike finally got loose and tagged in Randy. Randy laid waste to Punk. He managed to knock Morrison off the apron before pinning Punk for the win. He kissed Mike's temple and helped him back to the Legacy locker room.

"Damn," Ted and Cody breathed.

"They did a number on you," Cody said, studying Mike.

"Get the trainer," Randy said.

Teddy nodded and left the room.

John entered and sucked in air. "Damn, dawg."

Ted came back with the trainer, who looked Mike over.

"Okay, your ribs are bruised. Everything appears just fine. If you get giddy or nauseated, go to the hospital," the trainer said and left.

"Let's get a shower and head back to the hotel," Randy said.

Mike nodded and followed him.

"Try not to spend too long in there," Cody teased.

"A shower is for showering and a bed is for fucking," Ted said.

John rolled his eyes.

Randy stood in the shower with Mike with their backs to each other. They soon finished and dried off. Randy stole glimpses of the blond and Mike did the same.

"This is ridiculous," Randy said.

"Yeah," Mike agreed.

They dressed and went back to their hotel to sleep for the night. Both men lay in their beds still awake.

"Randy?" Mike called.

"Yeah?" Randy replied.

"Can you sleep?"

"No."

"Neither can I. Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"No."

"But Randy..."

Randy propped up onto his elbows.

"I can't sleep. I miss Mark." Mike turned to him.

"And I miss Glenn." He thought about it for a while. "You sure about this?"

Mike nodded.

Randy lifted up the sheets. Mike smiled and climbed in with him. They hugged each other.

"You smell good," Randy mumbled.

"Thanks...I think."

Randy chuckled and they soon fell asleep.

Thirty minutes later, their door opened and in walked Glenn and Mark. They stared at their husbands after Glenn turned the light on. Mark placed their overnight bags down.

"Am I seeing this correctly?" Mark asked.

Glenn nodded. He folded his arms over his chest. He tilted his head to the side as he rubbed his chin. "To be honest..."

"They do look hot together."

Glenn chuckled. "Are we that horny or just perverted?"

Mark stared at his brother. "Both." He went to his husband and tried pry him from Randy's embrace.

The man woke up and his grip became tighter. He blinked several times. "What are you doing here?"

"Came for a visit," Glenn said.

Randy smiled. "Hey, sweetie."

"Hey."

Randy finally let Mike go. The blond whimpered from the loss of contact. Mark took him and laid him on his own bed. The brothers undressed and climbed into the bed with their husbands. Randy laid his on Glenn's chest while Glenn rubbed circles into his back. Mike sleepily kissed Mark's chest before settling down.

"Night, Glenn," Mark said.

"Night, Mark," Glenn said.

Both men chuckled and closed their eyes to sleep.