A/N: I own Nothing! lol Alright now on with the fic. As always reviews are welcomed along with constructive criticism but flames will be ignored. Loves to you all and Cookies and Cakes in the shape of y'alls favorite guys!
BTW it's not the best idea to sing FMLYHM by Seether while at work, apparently customers don't like hearing that from their cashier and will report it to management. Who knew? lol
Glen woke first the next morning startled to find himself in bed. He remembered heading to his car and fighting with Kevin, but everything after that seemed fuzzy. As he forced himself to remember it all returned to him in a rush, well all of it but how he ended up in bed. A snore sounded from behind him and jumped slightly. He had thought that he was alone. Cautiously he rolled over and came face to face with Mark. Glen let out the breath he had been holding and watched as the hair around Mark's face fluttered in it's wake.
"Go brush yer damn teeth." Mark grumbled in his sleep as his nose crinkled.
Glen allowed himself a small smile as he climbed out of the bed slowly so that he wouldn't wake Mark completely up. He then walked stiffly into the bathroom and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He knew that he looked the same, but he didn't feel the same. Dirty was an understatement about how he felt. He felt like the underneath of a city bus seat, as if anyone that touched him would catch whatever he had. He looked down, unable to look at himself any longer and seen Mark's toothbrush lying on the back of the sink. He went to pick it up but pulled his hand back, not wanting to contaminate it by putting where Kevin's tongue had been the night before.
"It's not gonna bite ya know." Mark said from behind him.
Glen jumped and whirled around, immediately going into his fighting stance. His rational side shut down and his body reacted to the primal need for survival. It was no longer his Mark standing there, it was some like him, big, strong, and in charge.
"Glen?" Mark asked cautiously. He had seen the guarded look in Glen's eyes and could tell from the way he held himself that Glen would strike first and then ask questions. "Glen?" He tried again.
Almost instantaneously Glen seemed to deflate. His shoulders slumped, his head dropped and his arms fell limply to his sides. His breathing even seemed to slow a bit. When he looked back up the dull/dead look from the night before was back and Mark sucked in a breath. He started towards Glen but stopped when he seen Glen flinch. Neither man said anything as they stared at one another. Slowly Mark took a couple of steps forwards, keeping eye on Glen's face for any sign of distress. He really didn't want to be on the receiving end of his fist outside of the ring where no EMTs could check him over.
When Glen didn't move Mark closed the small gap between them, holding his breath as Glen looked at him; confusion written clearly on his face. It was almost like he didn't believe that Mark wanted to be that close to him, and Mark felt his heart wrench at the sight. Gently he palmed Glen's cheek, running his thumb over Glen's bottom lip. He expected Glen to pull away or to hit him, but instead Glen pressed his head against Mark's palm as he kept eye contact with Mark.
"Glen, what happened last night?" Mark asked softly.
"Don't." Glen said quietly, his eyes pleading with Mark to drop the subject.
Mark conceded for the time being with a sigh, knowing that he could do more harm than good if he forced it from Glen. A small grin appeared on Glen's face and before Mark could stop himself he leaned close and pressed his lips gently against Glen's. He felt Glen go still and went to pull away, but Glen prevented it by pulling Mark even closer and tentatively running his tongue over Mark's lips. Mark groaned and soon his tongue was swirling and teasing Glen's as his hands wandered over Glen's chest. His fingers danced lightly over Glen's nipples and he grinned as Glen arched into the touch.
Mark pulled back to break the kiss, the need to taste more than Glen's lips making him ache. Silently he lead Glen over to the bed and pushed him down into a sitting position, then straddled him. He held Glen's head between his hands and rained feather light kisses over Glen's eyes, nose, cheeks and finally his lips. He sucked on Glen's lower lip, grazing it with his teeth. When Glen flicked his tongue out to soothe the slightly irritated area Mark ran his tongue over it, sighing as he thrust his tongue into Glen's mouth. Glen trembled and almost fearfully swirled his tongue around with Marks, but the more Mark's teased the bolder Glen became. Soon a battle for dominance raged between them and Glen unconsciously dug his fingers into Mark's waist as he arched up into Mark.
Without breaking the kiss Mark pushed Glen back until he was flat on his back. He grinned wickedly as he pressed his hardened length against Glen's, reveleing in the almost animal like groan that errupted from him. Mark kissed his way from Glen's mouth to his jaw, from his jaw to the hallow of his throat where laved the jumping pulse. He then sucked and nipped as it started to beating a rapid tatoo against the flesh. Glen was writhing beneath him, his hands clawing at the sheets as his eyes rolled back into his head.
"God yer beautiful." Mark breathed against Glen's neck as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of the sweatpants.
Mark felt Glen stiffen then start to shiver, his pleasured sighs turned into erratic breaths and Mark pulled away to see what was wrong. Glen's eye were open wide and fear danced in their depth as tears left glistening trails on his cheeks. Glen was was back in the parking lot, pressed against the car as Kevin stroked him. Then the scene changed and he was lying on the pavement as Kevin repeatedly pounded into him, either not seeing or not caring that he was bleeding. A sob escaped him before he could stop it and he was dimly aware that Mark had rolled over to the side and was holding him close.
The warmth only accentuated the cold that he felt in the pit of his soul. Glen suddenly pushed Mark away and jumped up from the bed, slamming the door open and heading down the hallway. Glen berated himself for letting Mark go so far. Mark didn't need to be associated with him, Mark was going places while he was not. As he stopped at his door he vowed that he was going to keep away as much as he could, even if it meant leaving the WWF.
Back in his room Mark was sitting Indian style on the bed deep in thought. The sudden change in Glen was baffling. He had seemed to enjoy what they were doing, but the second that it started to go further he shut down. It was almost as if he was a blushing virgin again. As Mark thought more about it an answer presented itself and just the thought made his blood run cold. Before he worked himself into a lather he reminded himself that Glen had to tell him first.
And if his hunch was correct then it wasn't going to end well for Kevin. Dark thoughts ran through his mind and Mark smiled as even darker ones made themselves known.
