A/N: I forgot in the first chapter, I don't own these guys. Hopefully the great and merciful Vince will forgive me, wait a minute Vince isn't merciful...

Vince Muse: Am too, I kept Kane and Taker around didn't I.

DK: That's just good business sense.

Vince: Little girl, are you really questioning my intelligence when it comes to making good business decisions?

DK: Yes. Anyways, love it, hate it or whatever drop me a line and let me know. Enjoy! And Big Sexy shaped cookies for all.

Glen was sitting in his locker room, he had just gotten back from the trainers and gingerly touched the side of his face. Nash had really done a number on him. He growled and started shoving things into his bag, the confrontation after the match still fresh in his mind. Never had he ever been manhandled that way, and it further angered him that on a deep level he enjoyed it. And Nash's reasoning left little to be desired.

"Diesel is an attitude not a gimmick." Glen muttered as he slammed out of the locker room, nearly running over Mark Calaway in the process.

"Whoa where's the fire?" He asked, his Texas drawl more pronounced as he took a deep breath. He was all sweaty and had a towel draped over his neck, signaling that he had just come from the ring.

"I'm just tired, I wanna head to the hotel and crash."

"How about I treat you to a beer?" Mark offered as he headed into the locker room. "Nash did some damage didn't he?" He called as he stripped down and headed to the showers.

"You could say that." Glen grumbled as he dropped down on the bench.

The sound of the water running soothed Glen's nerves somewhat and he let the irritation of being shoved against a wall ebb away. He stretched out on the bench, pillowing his head on his hands and let his legs hang off either side. The steam filtered into the room and eased some of the tightness in his chest and relaxed his muscles even more. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, big mistake. Flashes of Kevin danced behind his eyelids. The look on his face as he pulled Glen close, the feel of his lips as they slanted against his. The unwanted but not entirely unpleasant sensation of Kevin's tongue sliding against his as he pressed against him.

"So you up for that beer?"

Glen opened his eyes and turned his head to look over at Mark. He was standing by the bench looking down at Glen, his hair dripping wet and a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Good God man, put some damn clothes on." Glen cried, shielding his eyes. "You're whiter than a damn ghost."

"Like yer any better you ass." Mark whipped the towel off and tossed it over Glen's head with a snicker.

"Says the man that doesn't need any help from make up to look like zombie."

Glen wadded the towel up and aimed it at Mark's face, laughing as it connected. Mark tossed it back at Glen and started to root through his bag for some clothes when the sound of the door opening caught their attention.

"For the love of God cover yourself Calaway." Vince exclaimed as he turned around to look at the door. "Are you decent?"

"As decent as I can be." Mark said pulling a pair of black silk boxers on.

"Anyways, I came to check on Glen."

"What for?" Glen asked as he sat up slowly, the pain in his back making him grimace.

"You to have been hanging out too much." He asked said rolling his eyes.

"You are the one that insisted that we be more sociable out side of the ring." Mark said smirking over at Glen and once again receiving the towel to his face.

"Whatever, I just wanted to make sure that you were ok and see if you wanted to press charges against Nash."

"Why would I do that?" Glen asked as he ducked letting the towel whiz past his head.

"He assaulted you. He bloodied you, there are multiple reasons. Grow up you two, you're worse than brothers." Vince said exasperated as Glen and Mark threw the towel at one another.

"Look Vince, he was upset that his character, one that really put him on the map was given to me without so much as a second thought. Besides it's not like it'll happen again."

"Are you sure? We could bring him to his knees in court."

"Vince, no. It's fine." Glen persisted, as he launched the towel back at Mark.

"Alright, but if change your mind you know where to find me." He shook his head and turned to leave, muttering under his breath. "Just like brothers...hey..." Vince wandered out of the room, a scheming look on his face.

Mark finished getting dressed and he and Glen headed out to the parking lot, trading insults good naturedly the entire way. The bar wasn't too far from the hotel and when they wandered in they seen many of the others there unwinding. They waved to Shawn, Savage and few others as they made their way to the bar. After paying for a couple of Bud's they turned around and leaned against the bar. The noise wasn't helping the dull pounding in Glen's head, but it was better than heading back to his room and watching t.v. A couple of women sauntered up to them and with identical smiles they allowed themselves to be lead out to the dance floor. Glen looked down at the small brunette and smiled as she laid her head on his chest. If he was feeling better he would take advantage of what she offering.

A tap on his shoulder had him looking up and he sucked in a breath. Nash was standing behind him with an unreadable expression on his face. The little woman looked up and let out an excited squeak. She let go of Glen and launched herself at Nash, who to his credit hugged her lightly before extricating himself from her grasp and smiling at her.

"Hey little lady, do mind if I spirit him away for minute?"

"S-sure."

"Thanks." He smiled at her again and headed towards the bar. "Buy you a drink?" He asked as Glen joined him.

"Gonna try and poison me now?"

"No, think of this as an apology drink." He held a shot out to Glen and watched as he took it, staring into the amber depths warily. "I promise that I didn't pay the bartender to slip anything in it."

Kevin watched with a small smirk as Glen shrugged his shoulders and tossed the drink back, wincing as the alcohol burned its way down his throat. Glen rolled his shoulders and turned to face Nash his serious look still present.

"You know Vince asked if I wanted to press charges on you." He said, tilting his head to the side so that the raven locks cascaded over his right shoulder.

"Are you?" Kevin found his fingers itching to run themselves through Glen's hair, and he frowned at the unwarranted feeling.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Why should I? You made your point, in more ways than one I might add." Glen's mind flashed back to the kiss and he shook his head as if the simple movement would erase it.

"Guess I should thank you." Kevin's voice dropped a notch and Glen found himself staring at Kevins' lips. "Nother round." He called to the bartender.

The man set the shot glasses down and Glen picked his up and downed it without really tasting it. He was too enthralled with the man standing next to him. He seemed so different than he did in the hallway, almost like he was actually regretting what he did. But that couldn't be possible. Glen had seen Nash after matches before and out in public, he was as loud and cocky as his character and at times Glen had wondered if he knew where Diesel ended and Kevin Nash began. The bartender offered him another shot but Glen declined, he hated getting trashed in public he always ended up doing something stupid. Kevin however downed a couple more before pushing himself away from the bar.

"Again sorry man." Kevin clapped Glen on the back before he disappeared into the crowd.

Glen leaned back against the bar and just watched everyone around him, sighing when Mark slipped out with the brunette that he had danced with earlier. He was glad that he had driven, and patted the keys in his pocket; atleast he wasn't getting left again. He pushed away from the bar and nodded to a couple of the guys as he weaved through the crowd. The fatigue and pain from his match had made itself known again and all he wanted now was to fall face down on his bed and sleep. The cool air outside was a welcom relief from the smokey warmth of the bar and Glen took a deep breath. He tossed the keys up and caught them over and over again as he made his way to the rental, not really paying attention to anything around him

He had just fitted the key in the lock when he was pressed up against the side of the car. His hair was pulled gingerly to the side and lips ghosted across his neck. Strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist and help him close as the soft kisses turned into nips and sucks. Glen struggled to turn around but was held fast against the car, a hard nip stilling him instantly as a moan left his lips. Then one of the hands drifted down to his groin and started to lightly rub, the thumb running over the outline of the head repeatedly. The sound of the zipper sliding down didn't register with him as the person behind him breathed heavily in his ear.

"You're beautiful."

The warmth from the hand engulfed his hard member and Glen arched into it, biting his lips to smother his moans. The hardness at his back let him know that he wasn't the only one enjoying it and in the back of his mind he knew that they were in a public parking lot and that anyone could stumble upon them at anytime. The hand wrapped around him started a quick pace and within minutes Glen spilled his seed over the hand and collapsed against the cool metal of the car. The person behind him pulled away and with a deep sensuous laugh left.

After Glen regained his bearing his anger returned tenfold. That was twice now that Nash had been able to manipulate his body and he had been helpless to stop him.

"Of all the nights for Mark to leave me alone." He grumbled as he fixed himself and climbed into the car.