A/N: I hereby disclaim that I own none of these guys, so please don't sue me Vince. You won't get much anyways. Reviews and constructive criticism are always welcomed but flames will be laughed at and then used to light Kevin on fire. This is a SLASH story, meaning man on man loving. And if you're not down with that I have five words for ya "Sorry Bout Yer Damn Luck'. Consider yourself warned.
Mark struggled to get Glen to his room, cursing Kevin with every step. He didn't need Glen's confession now about who was behind his injuries or why and it was just a matter of time before he got his hands around Kevin's throat. He finally reached the door and after unlocking it kicked it open then drug Glen through the portal. He made it over to the bed, breathing heavily. Just as he was about to lower Glen down to the bed he felt Glen's arm slide from around his neck. He looked over and seen that Glen had regained consciousness and was looking at him warily. He straightened, cracking his back and stared at Glen.
"You coulda woke up a little sooner you ass. You ain't no light weight." He said, hoping to ease the sudden tension that clogged the air. "Well guess I'll be leaving now." He said when Glen didn't move or speak.
Mark headed over to the door pressing his hand into the small of his back to dull the ache that decided to make itself known.
"Stay with me." Glen said as Mark put one foot in the doorway.
Mark stopped and turned around to face Glen, his face set in shock.
"What?" He breathed, his mind telling him that his ears were playing tricks on him.
"Stay with me, please?" Glen's voice sounded so lost that before Mark knew what he was doing he was across the room and had Glen in his arms.
"You sure?" He asked as he stared deep into Glen's eyes.
"Yeah."
Mark pressed his lips against Glen's, his hands resting easily on Glen's hips. He felt Glen stiffen and pulled away, not wanting to push him.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean..."
Mark didn't get any further, Glen crashed his lips down over Mark's, his hands tangling themselves in Mark's hair. As one they tumbled down on the bed where Glen took control of the situation. In a swift motion he ripped at Mark's shirt, scattering buttons everywhere in his need to feel Marks flesh against his own. He dug his nails into Mark's skin causing blood to well up in their wake and thrust his tongue in Mark's mouth when he gasped. Mark for his part was trying to control his senses, his body was yielding to Glen's demands as his mind screamed out in protest. When Glen moved down to his jeans Mark knew that he stop this before it got too far.
He grabbed Glen's hands and stilled them, stiffling his groan as Glen's blue eyes locked with his, burning with lust. He wanted this more than anything, but after finding Glen like he had he knew that this wasn't what Glen needed. He pushed Glen off of him then pulled him against his chest, pressing Glen's head down on his chest. Glen struggled but Mark held firm, talking lowly as he tried to get Glen to calm down.
"You don't want this." He said, steeling himself against the feel of Glen's warm breath against his chest.
"You think so?" Glen asked huskily as he pressed his erection into Mark's thigh.
"No." He ground out as he tightened his grip on Glen's wrist when he tried to move them down to Mark's own raging hard on. "Now go to sleep Glen." He commanded.
"You know you want this to happen." Glen ground against him and Mark had to close his eyes to keep his resolve, but he knew that he was close to breaking.
"Goodnight Glen."
Glen tried a few more times, but Mark stayed firm knowing that if he gave in now then he'd risk the chance of hurting Glen even more than he had been and that that would make him no better than Kevin. Even if it was what Glen thought he wanted at the moment. After about an hour Glen calmed down and drifted off to sleep, his body relaxing against Marks and his arms finding their way around Mark's waist. Mark placed a soft kiss on the top of his head and settled back into the pillows, falling asleep almost instantly.
The next morning Mark carefully and silently climbed out of bed, hoping that Glen wouldn't wake until he had left. With a gentle sigh he pulled his ripped shirt around him as best he could and quietly headed out into the hallway, closing the door softly. His room wasn't too far down and he quickly darted down the deserted hallway, wanting to get in his room before anyone seen him. His wish was granted and he ducked into his room just as heard the sound of a door opening somewhere down the hall.
With a sigh he leaned against the door, his mind running in circles over the plan that he had concocted in his sleep. He pushed away from the door and rifled through his bag looking for a clean shirt. He caught sight of himself in the mirrored closet doors and sucked in a breath when he seen the eight long scratches that went from his chest to his abs. They were painful to the touch and only steeled his resolve to make Kevin pay for what he had done. With a growl he yanked a shirt over his head and grabbed the keys to his rental, slamming the door behind him as he stalked from his room.
As he stormed down the hall he didn't notice that Scott had stuck his head out to see what the noise was. With a shake of his head he closed the door and headed over to his bed on the couch where Hunter and Shawn said he could crash for the night. There was no way he was heading back to his own hotel, not with the look that promised an extremely painful death that he had seen on Mark's face. With a sigh he snuggled into a comfortable spot and closed his eyes, willing himself not to think of what was going to happen to Kevin.
The ride was mercifully short, although to Mark it was still an eternity too long. He wanted to break Kevin, to watch blood seep from the wounds that he was going to inflict by hand. To kill him would be too merciful and mercy was the last thing that Mark had in mind. He wanted to show to the bastard what it meant to hurt someone. He walked into the hotel and rang the bell on the front desk, his body vibrating with barely suppressed rage. He rang the bell on the desk and minute later a young brunette woman came out from the back, smiling warmly as she greeted him.
"Hello sir, how can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Kevin Nash's room."
"I'm sorry sir, but I can't release that information." She said apologetically.
"Not even for his brother?" Mark tried as he fought to keep the desperation from his voice.
"Sorry, according to the general manager we can't give that out to anyone, safety reasons and all that."
"I understand. Thank you anyways."
Mark backed away from desk, his anger and frustration at being so close yet still so far from his target spiralling out of control. He started towards the door, intending to sit out in his car until he seen Kevin, but as he passed the dinning area he seen Kevin sitting at a table near the entrance. He stalked over to the table and slammed his hands down on the table, grinning darkly as Kevin jumped.
"Calaway, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Kevin asked as he tried to regain his composer. "Let me guess, after our little 'exchange' last night you spent a sleepless night."
"I know what it was you that attacked Glen last night." Mark ground out even though a light blush crossed his face.
"Something happened to Jacobs?" Kevin asked innocently as he motioned for Mark to take a seat across from him.
"Dammit you know it did!" Mark practically yelled.
"Shhh, shesh Calaway, calm down or you're going to get us tossed outta here. Better yet, lets take this discussion back to my room." Kevin said slyly.
Without waiting to see if Mark would follow him he headed out of the dinning area, smiling to desk girl as he passed. He hit the button for the elevator and his smiled widened as he felt Mark standing besides him. His high from his attack on Glen had worn off already and he found himself getting excited as he pictured Mark submitting the way Glen had. Mark had fight and could withstand large amounts of pain. He promised to be a great fuck and Kevin was impotently fidgeting, his slacks already getting tight. The ride up was silent and Kevin used the time to study Marks profile from the corner of his eye.
Mark was shaking and his fists were balled at his side, telling Kevin exactly what his intentions were. The door shwooshed opened a minute later and Kevin walked out in the hall, his excitement making him hasty. He no sooner got the door open and into the room when Mark tackled him to the floor, his hands wrapping themselves around Kevin's throat. Mark's eyes were blazing with hate and Kevin felt himself harden in spite of it.
"Why Glen?!?!" Mark demanded as he increased the pressure on Kevin's windpipe.
"Why not?" Kevin gasped out as he reached up and started to pry Mark's fingers off one by one.
Mark didn't say anything, just started to swing on Kevin. One punch glanced off his chin while another connected fully with Kevin's mouth, busting his lips wide open. Kevin rolled over and pinned Marks' hands above his head then forcing his blood covered lips over Marks and thrusting his tongue deep into Mark's mouth. The more Mark struggled the more pressure Kevin used, loving the way Mark twisted below him. Finally his lungs burned for air and broke the kiss, pulling his head and staring into the hate filled green orbs.
"What's the matter Calaway, not used to being the bitch?" Kevin taunted. He laughed as Mark spit at him and leaned close to Mark's ear to whisper. "You trained Jacobs well. He loved everything I did to him. You should have seen him panting and arching as I drove into him. I didn't even have to touch him for him to blow his wad all over the door of the bathroom. He's such a little slut. But you know that don't you."
"You fucking bastard." Mark hissed.
Mark bucked and dislodged Kevin then slammed his head down on the floor, the dull thud bringing a small smile to his face. He watched as Kevin winced in pain and bit his already bleeding lips. He wanted to hurt Kevin, but then another thought crossed his mind. Why hurt him when he could humble the big man. With a dark grin that would have made even the bravest man shudder he unzipped his jeans and started to stroke himself until he was hard. Then he forced his cock into Kevin's mouth an thrust as hard and fast as he could. He felt Kevin's hands on his sack and swallowed the groan that threatened to erupt as Kevin's tongue slid over his shaft and flicked at the tip. He fisted his hands in Kevins hair as he started to blow and pulled out, splashing Kevin's face with his seed.
As his chest heaved he got up from Kevin's chest and after tucking himself back into his pants left Kevin on the floor the way he had left Glen the night before. Covered in cum and bleeding. He then started to head down the hallway, his stomach rebelling over what he had just done. It sickened him, he had just orally raped another human being. He stumbled into the elevator and as it decended to the main floor he felt the urge to vomit. He tapped his foot impaitently, trying to ward off the feeling until he was outside.
Without looking around he dashed out the lobby and to his car where he bent over and emptied his stomach. Soon the heaving brought nothing up and he slowly straightened, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Shakily he climbed into his car and headed back to his hotel, feeling used instead of feeling satisfied like he thought he would.
