A/N: I don't own these guys. And some how Taker had decided to insert himself into this.

Taker Muse: Sure did, whaddya gonna do about it.

DK: Nothing...yet.

Taker Muse: Woman...tell me or I'm going to take yer soul.

DK: Sorry but Walmart already made me sign it over, along with my sanity...not that I had much to begin with.

Bam Muse: What about me?

DK: Guys, enough take this up with me later, I have more to write. And I'm sorry about some of the descriptions, Kevin muse has decided to take over some of the scenes, so they're just little more descriptive than I'm use to doing. Anyways, barring anymore interruptions from rogue musi, here is the next chapter. Love it or hate it drop me a line and let me know.

This was ridiculous, it was the fourth night in a row that Kevin had woken up with an incredible hard on. He was laying in his room staring at the ceiling, glad that Scott had spent the night with some ring rat that he had found. It was bad enough that he woken Scott up the night before with his moaning, but this was getting to be too much. It didn't even have anything to do with Jacobs, hell just the fact that he never even bothered to find out his first name had to mean something. While Jacobs was a nice looking man it was all due to Kevin seeing him dressed as Diesel. It fulfilled some sick fantasy that Kevin never even knew he had. To put it bluntly, he wanted to fuck himself into a mattress. Wanted to hear himself scream in pained/pleasure as he bit and clawed himself.

"I have got to be losing it." He thought as he climbed out of bed and walked stiffly into the bathroom. "How much more narcissistic can a person be. I want to have sex with someone just because he looks like me."

Flashes of what he imagined Jacobs face would look like as he came prompted a moan and he reached down and took himself firmly in his hand. Before his mind registered what he was doing he started to stroke his shaft roughly, panting as he envisioned what Jacobs would sound like as he drove into him over and over again. With a loud grunt he came all over the sink, some even landing on the mirror. As he fought to regain his breath he laughed at the irony. He had just watched himself get off and his mirror image had splotches of cum on it. And suddenly he wanted to see what Jacobs looked like covered in his juices. His cock twitched at the thought and he groaned as he cleaned up the mess, it wouldn't do well to have Scott come in in the morning and find his essence all over sink and mirror.

"I have to put an end to this or I'm going to drive myself mad."

After he made sure that everything was put back in order he climbed back in bed, the bad thing was was that he was still hard. He gritted his teeth and forced his eyes closed trying to ignoring the now painful twitching in his member. Sleep didn't come easily but it finally came, unfortunately dawn was right on it's heels. Even thought it felt like Kevin had only been asleep for ten minutes a quick look at the blurred red numbers of the alarm clock showed that he had been asleep for about three hours. To his chargin he was still hard and after thinking long and hard about what to do he slipped into some sweats and an a-shirt and headed down the gym that was located in his hotel.

Thankfully the gym was deserted and after tying his hair back he started a slow pace on one of the treadmills. It was uncomfortable at first, but the activity took his mind off of the images that ambushed him every time he closed his eyes. After warming up he pushed the speed up a little more so that he was jogging and before he was done on the treadmill he was sweating profusely. He turned the machine off and stepped away, dabbing at his face with the towel that he draped over one of the rails. He sauntered over to the punching bag in the corner and threw a couple of practice punches to test the weight and swing of the bag. It was a little looser than he was used to, but it would do.

Soon he was lost to the primal feeling of power as he whaled on the bag. He didn't often let himself go like that, but he needed something to take his mind off of Diesel, no Jacobs. Hell couldn't even tell where one started and the other stopped. They blurred into one magnificent, strong, powerfully beautiful man. A hand on his shoulder drew him away from the bag and he had to act fast to keep himself from nailing Scott between the eyes.

"Do you have a death wish?" Kevin demanded as he tried to get his rational brain to take back over.

"Some times I wonder. But that's not the reason I'm here." Scott quipped as he leaned against the wall.

"Why are you here."

"We have to vacate the hotel, now."

"Why." Kevin growled as he advanced on Scott.

"The WWF is rolling into town and Vince has booked this hotel for his stars." Scott gulped as he noticed the feral look on Kevin's face.

"Really?" Kevin fairly purred in delight, this was perfect. "Are any of them here yet?"

"Umm, I think Michaels, Calaway, and a few others."

"Jacobs?"

"Who?"

"The Diesel impersonator."

"I didn't see him. Why?" The near manic look in Kevin's eyes was bothering him, he never knew dreamed that Kevin would be so upset over a gimmick.

"Never mind. Let's go empty our room."

Kevin walked away or rather swaggered away, leaving Scott leaning against the wall with an extremely confused look on his face. He shook his head and followed slowly, wondering just what had come over his friend all of a sudden. First he had taken off the night they crashed RAW and didn't return until something around 2:30 am. When he asked him about all he got was that he was at a bar spending time with Michaels.

It was odd, Kevin always shunned the places that the WWF stars frequented. So for him to be out partying with Shawn was extremely out of character. Scott had convinced himself that he was coming out of his funk that he'd been in ever since they left the WWF.Then there was the night that Kevin had woken him up moaning in his sleep and he suspected that he had violated his pillow. Things were getting weird and Scott wanted to know why.

By the time he got back to the room Kevin had most of their things pack and was moving on to the bathroom. A minute later he came back out holding a pair of Scott's underwear by the waistband with a grimace on his face. The look was priceless and soon the worry that Scott felt was pushed out of his head by his friends actions.

"Do leave your dirty underwear in the bathroom at home?" Kevin asked as he dropped them on Scott's suitcase.

"Maybe."

"Remind me never to stay overnight then."

"Yea, yea. You say that now, but deep down you know you love my non-cleanliness."

"Look at you trying to make the word dirty sound sophisticated." Kevin deadpanned.

"Eh, I try."

A knock sounded on the door and Scott looked from trying to close his suitcase. The minute he took his hand off the lid it sprang open and a good portion of the contents seemed to leap out of it. He growled as he pondered whether he was going to answer the door or attempt to shove everything back in his bag. The choice was taken from his hands when the door swung open and the sound of throat clearing pierced the air. Looking up he seen Calaway and Jacobs standing in the doorway, suitcases in hand and scowls on their faces.

"Scott, who's at the doo..." Kevin trailed off and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Hello Nash...Hall. I believe you're in our room." Mark said gruffly as he walked into the room.

"We're just leaving. Aren't we Kev." Scott said, he'd never admit it but Calaway always gave him the creeps.

He played his character too well and sometimes he believed that Undertaker was real and Mark Calaway was the gimmick. He looked over at Kevin and seen him eyeing Jacobs from head to foot. He groaned, now wasn't the time to get into it over a damn gimmick.

"Come on Kev, we have that meeting with Bischoff...remember." Scott said pulling on Kevin's arm.

"Wha-, oh yea. We'll be gone in a minute." Kevin said, shaking himself out of his stupor.

He headed over to his bed and zipped up his case after throwing his shower gear in it. He grabbed the bag and headed out the door, fighting his instinct to look back. He waited outside the door for Scott and took a deep breath. Jacobs had been wearing a button down white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and tattered blue jeans. His hair had been tamed in a pony tail and Kevin could see the natural curl to it. He shoved his knuckle in his mouth and bit down to kill the groan that threatened to come loose as he thought about running his fingers through that mane and gripping it tight as he rammed him again and again.

Scott joined him a second later, shaking his head and mumbling to himself. Neither man said anything as they headed down to their rental. Scott had insisted on driving and for once Kevin didn't argue, he had other things on his mind.