A/N: All I own is the idea and a few posters. The rest belong to Vinny Mac, which is scary in a way. Seriously what is he going to do with a bunch of hot, sexy, half nekkid men? Nevermind I don't wanna know. As always Enjoy!
When Kevin emerged from the bathroom and found Scott missing he let out a sigh of relief. He wanted answers about what to do to make Glen submit, but other than talking to the kid himself he didn't have a clue. In the shower he had come up with the idea of asking Mark about it. According to the back stage rumors that he had heard, they seemed to be really close. And Kevin didn't think that tall red headed Texan was one to be submissive. The question was now, how was he going to get the information from him. Asking was out, it would seem weird if he just went up and asked "Hey I want to fuck your friend into and through a mattress, how would I go about doing that?" That question could possibly get him punched in the face.
"I could always seduce the information out of him." Kevin pondered aloud as he headed down to the dinning area of the hotel. But the idea didn't sit well with him. Not that Mark wasn't a good looking man, he just didn't fit Kevin's type. But on the other hand he had never looked at Glen that way either before he seen him as Fake Diesel.
The situation was driving Kevin up the wall. He couldn't get the dark haired impostor out of his mind and he sure that once he dominated the younger man that it would all stop and he could go on with life.
"Obsession's like fear, once you conquer it it's gone...right?" Kevin asked himself as he stepped off the elevator.
He sat himself in a back corner and ordered a cup of coffee, his mind still running circles about how he was going to get the information he needed on Glen. He could always corner Mark after his match and force the information from him. But how to force something from someone that was as silent as the grave and as deadly as a wild fire in the middle of summer. A beating wouldn't do much, he could absorb large amounts of pain, he had seen that himself when he faced off against Mark. Threatening his life would result in a slug fest, one which Kevin could win...if Mark was reeling from his match.
He ate his breakfast slowly, still trying to figure out what he was going to do. As he lifted his coffee cup to his lips his eyes were drawn to a figure stalking their way towards his table. He set the cup back down and folded his hands in front of him as the person dropped down heavily the chair across from him. Neither man said anything thing, they just locked eyes and suddenly Kevin found himself in a silent battle of wills. Kevin gave in first and sighed, picking his cup back up and taking a sip before talking.
"So to what do I owe the pleasure Calaway?" He asked calmly.
"I want to know what you did to my friend." He said bluntly.
"What do you mean?"
"First he's jumpy and withdrawn, and then he's aggressive and commanding. And all of this started when you and Hall showed up at that show. Now I'm going to ask you this one more time, What. have. you. done. to. my. friend?" He snarled.
"Nothing he didn't enjoy." Kevin shot back.
"You Son of a Bitch!" Calaway yelled as he lunged across the table.
The two rolled around on the floor, knocking chairs over as they traded blows. At one point Mark reached up onto one of the tables grabbed a water pitcher, smashing it against Kevin's temple. Blood poured from the wound and Kevin hit Mark in the jaw with a hard right, stunning him enough so that he could roll over and be on top. As he stared down at the struggling man under him he was floored by the emotions running rampant across his face.
"You're jealous." Kevin breathed as he wiped the blood from his eyes.
"What are you talking about Nash?" Mark demanded as tried to dislodge Kevin.
"You're in love with Jacobs."
"Yer outta yer damn mind. The man's my friend."
"Liar!" Kevin brayed.
Mark growled and tried to swing at him but their argument was interrupted by hotel security and local police. They pulled Kevin off of Mark and hauled Mark to his feet. They cuffed both men and lead them out to the squad cars, reading both men their rights as they walked. Kevin ducked his head so that his hair hid his face from the curious on lookers while Mark held his head straight and smirked at the growing ring. They placed them in separate cars and rocketed off towards the police station. As the streets sped past Kevin groaned as he imagined what Bischoff was going to do him when he found out.
They booked him in and lead him to a cell, which was thankfully empty. However it didn't stay that way for long. A few minutes later three cops came in dragging Mark behind them and cursing as he struggled. Without looking in the cell first they opened the door and tossed him in unceremonously. Mark landed on his feet and darted towards the door, but it was slammed shut just as his fingers brushed the cool metal. Mark growled and stared at the cops as they retreated.
"You know they would go a lot easier on you if you calmed down." Kevin quipped from his corner.
"And I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you."
"Don't blame me for your inability to keep your lover's eyes from wandering."
"He's not my lover." Mark insisted as he took a step closer to Kevin, his eyes glowing dangerously.
"Then you won't mind if I fuck him senseless then." Kevin said nonchalantly even though his heart was racing.
"Yer going to leave him alone." Mark was towering over him, his hands twitching at his sides.
"You know, you're awfully adamant about me leaving him alone for just being a friend...Oh I get it now. You have unrequited feelings for Jacobs. Lemme guess you stay up at night and watch him sleep when you room together. And when you don't you jack yourself to thoughts of him. Am I close?" Mark stayed quiet but his eyes were still glowing. Kevin decided to push on further, maybe this would get him the information he needed. "He's never touched you, has he? Never ran his hands over body, never taken you in his hand." Kevin reached out to touch him but Mark smacked his hand away.
"Keep yer dirty hands to yerself."
"Fine, be that way. But just to let you know, your friend loved everything I did to him."
As Mark launched himself at Kevin, Kevin smiled. He knew he had pissed the young man off, and a pissed off man didn't guard his words. They grappled around on the floor, Mark busting the wound from earlier back open.
"What's the matter Calaway. Don't have the balls to go after him?" Kevin hissed as Mark landed a hard punch to his shoulder. "Or has he rebuked your advances."
"What Glen and I have or have not done is between us."
"So you haven't done anything. Got it. I promise I'll be gentle with your lover."
"Jackass, gentle and Glen don't belong in the same sentence." Mark snarled. Kevin grinned, Mark's mind had gone on autopilot, it was only a matter of time before he got what he was looking for.
"And you know this how?"
"Just trust me when I say I know."
"You're making it up. Just admit it Calaway. You want to fuck his brains out but he won't let you."
"He doesn't have to let me. I take what I want."
"So you rape your 'friend'?"
"You can't rape the willing."
Mark didn't get to say much more, the door to the cell clanged open and it seemed like an endless stream of police flooded in. They pulled the two men apart again and drug Mark out of the cell kicking and cursing. After the on call doctor looked Kevin over he was escorted back to his cell by two officers. After shutting the door the two officers walked away, mumbling under their breaths about 'damned wrestlers.' Kevin for his part just sat back and thought over what Mark had said. As a plan finalized in his mind a smile danced on his lips.
"If Jacobs likes it rough. I'll give it to him rough."
