Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with WWE or any song lyrics that is used as a muse. I also do not own 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 Five

For the past few days, Stephen and Alex spent most of the time together with Dominic in the shadows. The men's favorite game to play was "Where's Dom?", a version of "Where's Waldo?". Every so often, Alex would spot her in a dim corner, disguised, or in plain view pretending to do something.

It was Friday and another house show for Stephen as well as Alex on the blue brand. Stephen was going against Mark Henry while Alex's opponent was none other than Wade Barrett.

Alex had his head on Dom's lap as she stroked his hair.

"Why me?" he asked.

"Don't worry about it," Dom replied. "You'll do fine. How long does the match have to be?"

"It's a house show...it really doesn't matter."

"I thought it did."

"Technically, it does but not really." He looked at the sheet of paper. "They want us to keep it between five and ten minutes. If it's really good or if something happens to one of the superstars, the ref would tell us to go longer."

"You'll do fine."

Alex sat up. "It's not me that I'm worried about. It's Stephen."

Dom nodded an understanding.

"I need to get ready." Alex stood up and got dressed.

Dom watched him and was lost in her own little world.

"I'll be back in a few," the Virginian stated.

The black woman watched as he left. She stood up and trailed slowly behind him. She got to the Gorilla Position and watched the event unfold.

A hand clasped down onto her shoulder.

"What up, Mark?" she greeted without looking up.

"How did you know it was me?" the Deadman asked.

"You're the only one foolish or brave enough to touch me."

Mark nodded. "So?"

"He's a good student. Learns quickly. What do you know about Wade Barrett?"

"Why?"

"He was the one that attacked Alex."

The Deadman stared down at her.

Meanwhile, Wade had Alex in a bear-hug.

"Oh, the things I'm going to do to you," Wade said through gritted teeth.

"Fat chance." Alex delivered an elbow to the side of the Brit's neck.

The Brit instantly released the grip. Alex delivered his own version of the Brogue Kick, one that would make the Celtic Warrior proud.

"Nice," Dom replied.

Mark nodded.

"That was lovely," Stephen replied.

Both Dom and Mark looked to him.

"Isn't your match like last?" Dom asked.

The Irishman nodded. "I just got finished signing some merchandise." He looked to the Deadman. "Why are you here?"

"Visiting," Mark replied.

Stephen nodded.

"Who's supposed to win the match?" Mark questioned.

"Wade," Dom replied.

The Irishman groaned. He did not want to see another man laying on top of his boyfriend, especially one that he hated.

They watched as Wade preformed Wasteland on Alex and pin him. It did not go unnoticed how close Wade's crotch was to Alex's own. Alex laid there until he rolled out and stumbled up the walkway and through the back. Wade was still in the ring blabbing his mouth off.

The Virginian stared up at Mark and smiled. "Hi."

Mark nodded and squeezed his right shoulder before leading him to the trainers with Dom behind.

Stephen stayed where he stood until the Brit came back. Both men stared at each other.

"Stay away from him," the Irishman said before walking away.

Wade chuckled while he shook his head.

Alex wanted to wait for Stephen, but Mark insisted that they went to dinner and wait for him there. The young man fidgeted while they drove to a nearby Denny's.

"What is wrong with you?" Mark asked.

"I'm just worried about Stephen," Alex replied. "I'm afraid that he will do something against Wade."

"He won't," Dom answered from the back. "He loves you too much to do anything that would get him suspended."

"Why couldn't I just wait for him at the arena?" Alex asked.

"I'm hungry and I didn't want to eat alone," Mark replied.

"You could have asked Glenn," Alex said.

"Glenn doesn't have a show today," Dom informed. "Tomorrow and Sunday are his and Randy's shows."

The Virginian stared at her.

Mark laughed. "That's my 'brother' for ya. How are they doing?"

"Good," the black woman replied. "Went ring shopping with Glenn this morning."

"What?" Alex asked. He turned to look at her. "You weren't watching me?"

"Not this morning. You and Stephen looked really cozy."

Mark snickered.

Alex rolled his eyes and blushed.

They pulled into the Denny's parking lot and got seated. They looked over the menu. Alex opted to wait and order when Stephen joined them and Mark decided to wait as well. They sat and drank coffee. The Irishman soon arrived and sat beside Alex.

"How was your match?" Alex asked after kissing the back of Stephen's hand.

Stephen just nodded as he looked over the menu.

They all ordered and a little conversation began. Dom listened to everything, eyes on Stephen.

"What did you do?" she asked.

The guys looked at her.

"I told Wade to stay away from Alex," Stephen replied.

"Smooth," Dom said with a roll of her eyes.

"What?" Alex asked. "He's trying to help."

"I understand," Dom replied, "he'll either listen or go after you with even more determination."

"She's right," Mark said.

Stephen sighed. "Sorry."

Alex caressed his arm.

"Let me worry about it," Dom replied. "I have things to work out. So, don't worry. I'm on the case."

…

Heath quickly left the arena and made his way toward the hotel. He was tired and just wanted to rest. He got a text and smiled. The smile soon faded as he saw who texted him.

:Come to my room. 116 – Wade:

Heath sighed. He closed the phone and pulled into a spot.

The ginger got out of the car and gathered his bag. He did not go up to Wade's room immediately. He went to Zeke's and his instead.

The large black man lay in bed with the only light coming from the TV. He looked up and smiled. "Hey, how was the house show?"

"It was good." Heath dropped his bag and curled up beside his lover.

Zeke snaked his arm around his boyfriend's slender waist.

"Me and Justin won."

"Really? I thought Yoshi and Daniel were supposed to win."

"They were, but Yoshi landed wrong on his round house kick. His foot slipped and he rolled onto his ankle."

Zeke hissed.

"I pinned him for the win."

"How did Daniel take it?"

"Just fine."

The black man nodded. He studied his boyfriend for a bit before kissing his temple.

Heath giggled and turned his face to look at him better. He leaned up and pressed their lips together, their kiss tender and sweet. Heath moaned as his cellphone went off.

"Ignore it," Zeke said between kisses.

Heath nodded as Zeke trailed kisses down to his neck to his sweet spot. The ginger shivered and bit into his knuckle.

A knock at their door pulled them from their desire and lust for each other.

"I'm going to take a shower," Heath breathed.

Zeke nodded as he climbed out of bed. He waited until the bathroom door closed. When he heard it shut, the black man answered the door.

"Hi, Justin," Zeke greeted. "Come in."

The South African nodded and stepped inside.

"Congrats on the win."

"Thanks. Is Heath here?"

"He just jumped into the shower. He looks really tired. Was the match that overwhelming?"

"Nothing we couldn't handle."

Zeke nodded.

Both men sat down, Zeke on his bed and Justin on Heath's bed. They watched TV for fifteen minutes before Heath walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist and one around his neck.

"Hi, Justin," Heath greeted as he dried his hair. "What are you doing here?" Of course, Heath why he was there. Wade sent his friend to get him.

"I was wanting to know if you wanted to go out to celebrate our win," Justin said.

Heath thought about it. Zeke kept his eyes on the television screen.

"Do you want to come along, Zeke?" Heath asked.

Justin looked to the black man.

"Where you think about going?" the black man asked.

"Um...a club," he replied.

"I don't feel like a clubbing mood," Heath replied. "I just want to sleep to be honest."

Justin nodded. "Maybe next time."

"Maybe."

Justin stood up and left.

The ginger shook his head. He looked to Zeke.

"Why didn't you want to go out?" Zeke asked.

"I just don't feel like it." Heath stood in front of him and dropped his towel.

"Oh."

Heath giggled as his boyfriend pulled him into his lap.

"You sure you're up for a romp?"

"Yeah."

"I mean you didn't want to go out tonight. You might be tired."

"Rycklon Stephens!" Heath pouted.

"I'm just teasing, baby."

"But I want you. It's been a week."

"That long?" Zeke laughed and stared into Heath's eyes.

"Please?" Heath asked. He kissed the black man. "Please."

Zeke growled as he smirked at Heath.

Justin leaned against the wall as he listened to the men. He closed his eyes, heart aching. He wanted a loving relationship like his friend but was trapped in Wade's snare. He let out a sigh and slid down to the floor. His mind worked over his emotions and thoughts. His best friend and Zeke? How could he miss that? Wade would be angry if he found out.

Wade.

Justin licked his lips. The Brit must not know about Heath and Zeke. He did not want his friend to be hurt in any way. The South African ran his hands through his hair. He sat with his head in his hands for a good hour. He ignored the calls and texts that came in onto his phone. He sighed and began to push himself back up.

The door opened and Zeke stepped out, holding the ice bucket.

"What are you still doing here?" Zeke asked.

"I just didn't want to go back to the room," Justin replied with a sad smile.

Zeke nodded. "How much did you hear?"

"What? Oh, don't worry. I won't say a thing."

The black man looked him over.

"I'll protect your secret especially from Wade."

"What's wrong, Zeke?" Heath called.

"Nothing," Zeke said. "Go inside, Justin."

"No, I need to go," the South African said.

"Inside." There was a dark undertone to his command.

Justin nodded and entered.

Heath sat up when he saw his friend, wrapping the covers around himself. "What are you doing here?"

"I was outside."

The ginger's eyes grew wide.

"I won't...I won't tell anyone...especially Wade."

Heath slowly nodded as his friend took a seat on his bed.

Zeke came back and placed the ice bucket onto its tray so he could make drinks for everyone. Justin's cell went off again and he dug into his pocket.

"Don't answer it," Zeke replied.

"If I don't..." Just began.

"Don't. You're here with me and Heath. I'll let him know that you two had a great time here and fell asleep," Zeke explained.

"He won't believe that," Justin replied.

"He will. Just look innocent."

Justin chuckled and sipped his drink.

Zeke dug through his bag and pulled out a T-shirt. He threw it toward Justin. "Stay here the night."

The South African looked to his friend, who nodded. Justin striped and pulled the shirt over his head. The shirt was large and comfortable. He crawled into bed and settled down. "I have something to tell you."

Zeke looked to him as he sat on the edge of his own bed.

"It's about Wade and his obsession with Alex."