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 Six

Heath sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes were wide and stared at nothing. His mind reeled as he processed the information that Justin dropped on them. Zeke stared at his boyfriend and began to rub his shoulders.

"We have to tell somebody," Heath whispered.

"I'll figure something out, baby," Zeke replied.

Heath looked to his boyfriend.

"I'll figure out something."

"Okay."

"Lay down."

Heath smiled and did as he was told.

Justin watched the men and gave a bittersweet smile.

"Has he hurt you Justin?" Zeke asked.

"What?" the South African asked.

"Has Wade hurt you?"

Justin shifted around, uncomfortable about being put in the spot.

"Come over here."

The younger man moved his eyes over to him.

"Come."

Justin pushed the covers off and went over to the other bed.

Zeke laid down and pulled the blankets on his right side down. "Lay."

"But..."

"Lay."

He sighed.

"Justin, just do it," Heath replied.

The South African looked to his friend and did so. Zeke wrapped his arm around Justin and pulled him closer.

"He's a good pillow," Heath replied as he got comfortable on Zeke's left.

"I bet he is," Justin replied as he laid his head down on the black man's chest.

Zeke kissed Heath and then Justin. "I promise...I'll take care of the both of you."

...

The next morning came. Alex was on top of Stephen kissing him awake. The Irishman chuckled as he ran his hands down the smooth back of the younger man.

"Now, this is what I call a wake-up call," the Irishman said.

Alex smiled and sat up. "I have to get ready to leave."

Stephen nodded. "What time's your flight?"

"In two hours."

The Irishman groaned. "That's too quick."

"It took forever to get you up," Alex said. "Take a shower with me."

Stephen nodded and got out of bed. He followed the younger man. He stared at the round ass as Alex leaned over to turn on the water. He thought about just taking him right then and there, but logical won out. He wanted their first time to be something special. They both stepped into the shower and proceed to bathe each other.

"I love your tattoo," the Irishman replied.

Alex turned his head and gave a smile. "Thank you."

Stephen hugged him from behind and kissed the nape of his neck. The Virginian sighed and closed his eyes. A knock on the bathroom door broke them apart.

"Don't make me come in there," Dom said. "You have a flight to catch. Duschen Sie schneller!"

Stephen and Alex stared at each other.

"What the hell did she say?" Alex whispered.

The older man shook his head.

They got out, dried, shaved, brushed their teeth, and went back out into the room where clothes were waiting for Alex. The blond looked to Dom, who sat on the edge of the bed.

"SCHNELL!" she exclaimed.

Alex quickly dressed. He kissed Stephen good-bye and Dom and he were out the door. Stephen sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed.

…

"ALEX!" Mike exclaimed.

The younger man smiled and hugged his friend.

"I missed you. How are you? Are you okay? Did Wade hurt you again? How's Stephen? Who's that?" Mike stared at Dom.

"I've missed you as well, Mike," Alex replied. He placed his things down next to his bed. "I'm fine. Wade did not hurt me. Stephen's fine and that's Dom."

Dom waved at Mike.

"Hi," Mike replied. He grabbed Alex's hand. "We need to hurry. We need to grab something to eat, go work-out, and get ready for the house show."

Alex nodded.

The three went to the gym first. Mike and Alex were on the treadmill while Dom watched Cena bench press. Punk worked on his submission moves with Kofi.

"So...have you and Stephen..." Mike began.

Alex shook his head. "We're waiting."

"That's a good thing." He moved his blues to Dom. "How is she?"

"A great teacher. She's funny and tough and happy. Always happy."

Mike nodded.

Hunter entered the gym and his eyes zeroed in on Dom. He quickly made his way toward her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He lifted her up and hugged her, swinging her from side to side.

"Oh nos!" she giggled and went limp as rag-doll.

Hunter chuckled and placed her down. "Why didn't you tell me you were here?"

"I forgot...?" Dom said.

He stared at her.

"I'm passing through...?"

He folded his arms over his chest.

"I'm making friends...?"

Hunter smiled and ruffled her hair.

She swatted his hand away. She ran her fingers through her short hair. "What are you doing? I just got it all nice and perfect."

"Whatever." He placed his hands on his hips. "So...when are you going to wrestle for me?"

Dom stared at him. "I need an adult! Alex! I need an adult."

Alex laughed from where he was and shut his machine off. He walked over to them. "Hunter."

The Game nodded. "I need to talk to you."

Alex looked to Dom, who shrugged her shoulders and went back to watching Cena. Alex followed Hunter out of the gym and to his car. He climbed into the passenger side.

"So, when were you going to tell me you're having problems with another wrestler?" Hunter asked after five minutes of silence.

"It's my fight," Alex said.

Hunter turned to him. "It's no longer just your fight when you're being sexually harassed. It's no longer your fight when someone else lays their hands outside the ring. I know the business we work in isn't the safest of places seeing that we're wrestlers and tension, emotion, and pride tend to cloud our judgment."

"Hunter..."

"I know you think you can take care of yourself."

"Hunter..."

"I can suspend Wade to get the message clear."

"HUNTER!"
The older man turned to him.

"I have it covered. Why do you think Dom's here?"

The Game nodded and smiled.

Alex leaned close to him. "So...you and Mark?"

Hunter's eyes grew wide. "What?"

"She told me the story. I'm keeping my mouth shut."

"We were drunk."

The younger man nodded. "Anyways, Dom is teaching me some moves and she's my bodyguard."

"While she's here, you think you can...you know...convince her to sign a contract?"

Alex stared at him for a moment and shook his head. He stepped out of the car and went back inside the gym. He spotted everyone around one of the equipments. He headed that way and saw that Dom was bench pressing.

"Okay..." he said.

"That's about 300lbs she's lifting," Mike stated.

"Damn," Alex breathed.

Dom stopped and sat back up. She wiped her face and smiled up at Alex. "Let's get to training."

He nodded and they went to work.

"Who is she?" Kofi asked.

"Dominic Kanon," Hunter replied. "She's an MMA fighter."

The guys nodded and watched as Alex and Dom locked up. She maneuvered closer to him. She moved her right leg behind his left. As she swept his leg from under him, she used her shoulder to knock him to the ground. She quickly mounted, putting her knees as close to his armpits as possible. Alex struggled under her. He partially shrimped out and bucked his hips to make her fall forward some more. He grabbed her left arm, pulled it tight against his body, locked his right foot underneath her left, and flipped her over onto her back. She made sure to lock her ankles together to make sure he could not pass her guard.

"Fuck," Alex breathed.

"Posture up," Dom replied.

He sat up onto his haunches. He used his elbows to dig into Dom's inner thighs causing her to release her hold. As he moved out of her guard, Dom grabbed one of his arms, threw it to the side but still held it by the wrist, and wrapped her legs around his neck performing the triangle choke.

With his free hand, Alex tapped out. She released and did a back roll away from him. Alex coughed a bit.

"You all right?" Dom asked.

The blond nodded.

"You wanna go again?"

Alex smiled.

…

Wade paced his room, anger coursed through his body. Justin was no where to be found. Hell, Heath and Zeke were gone as well. He cursed and growled.

The door opened and he snapped his head toward it. His eyes set onto the three men.

"Dude, what's wrong with you?" Zeke asked with a smile.

The Brit slowly breathed, trying to calm down. "Where have you been?"

"We've been shopping," Zeke replied.

"Last night?"

"Justin came by to get Heath, but we all ended up playing video games and getting drunk."

Heath smirked and turned away. Justin hung his head.

"So, you ready go?" Zeke asked.

Wade had his eyes on Justin and Heath and how close they stood together. "Been ready."

"Cool." Zeke nodded.

"I need to get my stuff," Justin replied.

Zeke sat down on one of the beds and waiting as Justin quickly gathered his things.

"So, what's happening at the house show tonight?" Wade asked, eyes on Justin.

"I don't know about you, but Heath, Justin, and I got a call from Hunter stating that we had the next few days off," Zeke replied.

The Brit turned his attention to the black man. "What?"

Zeke nodded. "He called with a schedule change for the three of us. We'll be at the taping on Tuesday though. I'm going home for the time being."

"Me and Justin are going to check up on our apartment," Heath replied.

Wade snarled and nodded.

Justin finished packing.

"Since I'm on my way to the airport, I'm going to go ahead and take them with me," Zeke replied as he stood. "You gonna be okay handling what they throw at ya?"

Wade snickered. "I'll be fine."

Zeke nodded and looked to Justin and Heath. "Ready?"

Both men nodded.

"I hope my dog's okay," Heath replied.

"She should be," Justin said.

Wade stared at the door for the longest time before yelling out his frustration.