A/N: I don't own these guys, just the idea and the mental images. Love it or hate it drop me a line and let me know.

Kevin had laid low for three days after the incident, and it was a hard decision to stick too. He had planned to take advantage of Jacobs weakened state after his orgasm, but he had the tables turned on him instead. He had seen Jacobs as weak, after all he had dominated Jacobs twice before. But the display of raw strength and beautiful brutality that Jacobs subjected him to had left him working to swallow a mouth full of hot semen on the floor of the shower. Then the cocky come back that Jacobs had left Kevin with put a smile on his face. When he had finally left the locker room he was working on a plan to get what he wanted, Jacobs submitting to him.

He knew Scott was worried about him, it wasn't everyday that Kevin walked around with bruises on his face. Kevin glanced in the mirror and he smiled as he seen the faint bruising around his mouth, Jacobs had really done a number on him. He ran his hands threw his hair massaging the still tender scalp and looked over when he heard Scott sigh.

"You're not going to tell me what happened, are you?"

"Why do you want to know?" Kevin asked, letting out a small moan as his fingers found another sore spot.

"Dammit Kevin, you come wandering in around 2:30am with a dazed look on your face. And then in the morning you have bruises around your mouth and long ragged scratches on your arms. Something had to have happened. And don't give me that damned, 'I got in a fight' bullshit. I've been fights, and I never looked like you did."

"Somethings are better left unknown. Besides you could say that this.." Kevin motioned to his arms and face. "is all self inflicted."

"So you go out and spend the better part of the night out beating and scratching the hell outta yourself. I'm not buying it Kev."

"Good because it's not for sale."

With a crooked grin Kevin got to his feet and headed into the bathroom, chuckling at Scott's growl of annoyance. He started to undress, intent on taking a long hot shower. As he waited for the water to reach the right temperature he stared at his nude form in the mirror, a small smile working it's way onto his face as he fingered the scratches.

"His brand of Diesel huh? I think it's time for him to get a taste of mine."

Scott was staring at the bathroom door, trying to figure out what was going on. Kevin had been acting stranger over the past few days and Scott had the feeling that it was due to the fake Diesel. He had known that there was someone impersonating Kevin and thought that Kevin would have gotten laugh out of it, he laughed over the fool that they cast as him. Hell it was even said that impersonation was the sincerest form of flattery. The sound of running water played a soothing melody to his racing thoughts and he found himself contemplating the reason for the bruising. It wasn't all over his face, just around his mouth, and very, very light.

"What in the hell causes bruising like that?"

Scott ran his hands through his hair and tugged on it in aggravation. He hated not knowing what was going on and little did he know that he wasn't the only one.


Mark was sitting on the bed watching his friend sleep. He shook his head and thought back over the past few days, trying to give a logical explanation to Glen's sudden attitude change. Before and during the match he had been subdued and even alittle jumpy, when he was in the ring Mark could tell that his mind wasn't on it. Then when Mark met up with him at the bar that night he had been more like his old self, boisterous and laid back. He had been making jokes with Shawn when Mark walked up and Mark watched as he flirted with a little red head, making her blush with his bluntness.

As he looked on Glen rolled over onto his side and held on to his pillow for dear life, the sheets tangled around his ankles and his hair obscuring half of his face. Mark would never admit it, but he liked looking at Glen. His chiseled muscles and strong facial features stirred deep dark desires within his soul. He found himself enjoying their time in the ring together, it gave him a reason to run his hands over Glen's body, to hold him close. The only thing that caused him some worry was that he was afraid that one of the times he went to do his slow pin he would suddenly be pressing his hard cock against Glen's head and that he would find out.

Glen groaned in his sleep and Mark bit down on his tongue to keep himself from groaning as well. Thinking that if he kept having these thoughts he was going to have to start rooming alone. He ran a hand through his tangled mane and got out of bed, wrapping the sheet around his waist to disguise his morning wood and walked into the bathroom in search of a brush. He stared at himself as he brushed out his locks, his mind lost to his thoughts, erotic and otherwise. The movements of his hand was automatic and even though he seen his reflection he didn't see it. If he had been paying attention he would have seen Glen walk in behind him, and he wouldn't have jumped when he felt arms around his waist.

He tried to move out of the embrace but Glen tightened his grip and laid his head on Mark's shoulder, his breath tickling his ear and making him shiver.

"Morning." Glen said in a sleep heavy voice.

"M-morning." Mark croaked, and he was glad that he had thought to tie the sheet around himself.

"Reason why you're hiding under the sheet?" One of Glen's hands drifted down and teased the fabric brushing over Mark's stomach along the way.

"Because morning wood is a private matter?" Mark quipped, then mentally smacked himself for saying it.

"Really?"

Glen accentuated his words by pressing himself against Mark and licking his earlobe, bringing a strangled moan from him. Mark tried to fight the sensations, telling himself that this was wrong, but to no avail. Glen's hand slipped under the sheet and Mark let out a loud groan as Glen's hand engulfed him. Glen stroked Mark a couple of times before stopping and pulling his away, resting it on Mark's hip as his lips continued to move against his neck.

"What do you want Mark?" Glen asked in gravely voice, as if he was trying to keep a hold on his emotions.

"I-want..." Mark moaned as Glen sucked on the back of his neck.

"Do you want me to suck you off...no?" Glen asked surprised when Mark shook his head. "What do you want me to do then?"

"Fuck me...now."

Mark pressed back against Glen, grinding into his erection and gasping as Glen bit down on his neck when he ripped the towel from his waist and practically tore the boxers off of him. Glen used one of his feet to spread Mark's legs and bent him over the sink, trailing kisses and licks over his neck and shoulder blades. Mark felt Glen's fingers teasing his entrance and then yelped as Glen slammed into him. He prepared himself for more and was confused when Glen didn't move. After a minute or two he moved against Glen and smiled as he heard Glen's moan, but the smile turned into a frown when he realized that Glen still wasn't moving.

"Glen?" He cried plaintively, wiggling on Glen's hard shaft.

"Yessss?"

"What are you waiting for?"

"I want you to tell me what you want."

"I did."

"Right, you want me to fuck you...like this?" He pulled out and slowly thrust back in, trailing his fingers down Mark's spine.

"Harder."

"So like this." Glen pulled out and slammed into him, bringing another yelp from Mark.

"Oh god."

Glen kept up the pace, raining stinging slaps down on Mark's ass as he did so. As he felt his peak nearing he grabbed a fist full of Mark's hair and pulled back, thrusting one last time as he cried out and coated Mark's insides with his cum. As he panted Mark pulled himself off of Glen's cock and forced him to bend over the sink that he had previously been bent over. Without preparation he slammed into Glen's ass, gripping Glen's waist as he thrust wildly into the younger man. Glen yelped and bucked against him, driving Mark deeper than he had been and soon Mark howled as he emptied himself into Glen, biting Glen's shoulder hard as the last few tremors coursed through him.

The mirror was steamed and the air in the room was heavy with the scent of sex and cum. Mark pulled out and slapped Glen's ass as he straightened up. He walked over to the shower and turned the water on so that it could heat up.

"Go on, I'm getting in the shower."

"What about me?" Glen asked, pouting as his breathing returned to normal.

"You can wait."

"I'll remember that later."

"Whaddya mean later?" Mark asked as he pushed some hair away from his face.

"Don't think you're going to fuck me and not suck my dick."

"We'll see. Now go." Mark grinned as Glen left the bathroom grumbling under his breath. "Maybe this change in attitude isn't so bad after all."