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. And TVL did you watch RAW last night? I was watching the Taker vs. JBL match online (I was bathing my son and missed it) And what was up with the Taker/Shawn stare down after the match? Maybe they read 'To Be Loved'. It was an awfully tender gaze that the Deadman leveled on the Heart Break Kid. 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.
Glen woke sometime later and when he realized that Mark was no longer in bed with him he pulled the covers tight around him. The room was completely silent so if Mark had been in the shower Glen would had heard it. The realization that Mark had left without waking him made Glen feel empty and tears started to slid down his face, dropping onto the covers silently. All Glen wanted last night was to feel loved, to feel safe. But Mark had pushed him away, treating him like an errant child rather than the grown man he was.
"Why wouldn't he push me away? He's smart, surely he sees how much of a fuck up I am. I can't even stop an attack from Kevin, let alone get my sorry ass back to my room by myself. Who in their right mind would want me around?" Glen thought bitterly.
He climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom not feeling as much pain as he had the first time Kevin raped him. After his shower he flipped through his phone book until he came to the number that he was looking for. With a deep sigh he picked up the phone and punched the numbers in, his finger hovering over the last digit as tears pricked his eyes again. He then growled and hit the last 2, listening to the sound of the ringing with baited breath. Four rings, Five rings. Glen was about to set the phone back on the base when it was picked up on the eighth ring.
"I want out." He said lowly. "No....I just want out.....fine I'll meet you in a while."
Glen slammed the receiver down and paced around his room, he had already made his decision and there was no way that it was going to be changed. He dropped down into a chair by the bed and stared blankly at the wall. His thoughts circling around Mark and Kevin. Tears started to fall again as he thought about the night before.
"Why Mark? Why?" He asked as he dropped his head into his hands.
As if answering him there was a knock on the door and slowly got to his feet, palming the tears from his eyes before opening the door. Standing on the other side was Mark, his face ashen and his arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. Glen ushered Mark in and shoved him down into the chair that he had just vacated. Then he rushed into the bathroom and grabbed a glass of water and a cool washcloth. As Mark drank down the water thirstily Glen pressed the cloth against his head, worried how much paler than normal Mark looked.
"Thanks, can I stay here for awhile?" He asked when he handed the glass back to Glen.
"Sure, why?"
" I left my room key in my room." He mumbled quickly.
"Well that's not a good place for it if you're not in your room with it," Glen quipped before he could stop himself.
"I would've been if it weren't for you." Mark snapped his mouth shut, cursing himself for speaking before thinking.
"Me? What the hell did I have to do with it?" Glen demanded.
"Just forget it." Mark got back to his feet and started towards the door, but Glen grabbed his arm and forced him around then against the wall.
"Tell me."
"Forget it." Mark ground out as he turned his head to the side to avoid Glen's searching look.
Glen reached up and gripped Mark's chin, turning his head so that he looked him dead in the eye. Mark's hair was free and there were small wisps sticking to his face where he was sweating and as Glen watched Mark flicked his tongue out and moistened his lips. With a groan he pressed his lips against Mark's and gripped his shoulders. His tongued danced around Mark's and his fingers interlaced with Marks and he raised their hands above Mark's head pinning him to the wall. Feeling emboldened he nudged his knee between Mark's legs and pressed up lightly, swallowing the moan that tore itself from Mark's throat.
Glen then pulled back and caught his breath as Mark did the same, his eyes searching Glen's for something. Glen leaned back in and caught Mark's lips again as he pulled him away from the wall and walked backwards to the bed. When the edge of the bed bumped into his legs he turned and they tumbled down, Glen landing on top of Mark' their lips still connected. He moaned as Mark's hands danced across his chest, tweaking his nipples and raking lightly down his chest. He pressed his erection hard against Mark's and gently brushed hair from Mark's face. He broke the kiss and started to lick and suck on Mark's neck, bringing more moans from him.
He slipped his hands under Mark's shirt and started to push it up over his head, but stopped when he seen the raw red marks that he had left the night before. Tenderly he kissed each one, then laved them with his tongue. Mark's abs bunched under the onslaught and his hands fisted in the sheets. Glen's tongue delved into Mark's navel then trailed down to the waistband of his jeans. With his teeth he brought the zipper down and undone the button. The he slipped the material over Mark's hips and traced the outline of his hard member through the cotton of his boxers.
"Glen yer killing me." Mark ground out as he arched up and into Glen's mouth.
Glen set the pace, quick but gentle as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive flesh. As the feelings increase Mark found himself wanting to pound into Glen's mouth until he blew. But as he threaded his hands in Glen's hair he remembered what he had done to Kevin and stopped, pulling Glen's mouth away from him with a small 'pop'. In his minds eye he seen himself forcing Glen to swallow his load and gagging him as he done to Kevin and it sickened him.
"What?" Glen asked as he ran his finger lightly up Mark's shaft.
"I don't want to hurt you." He said truthfully as he gently pushed Glen away.
Quietly he redressed and headed to the door, turning and looking at Glen before he crossed the threshold. The image of him sitting on the bed staring at him confused and hurt burned into his mind. Mark knew that he had to do this, he would rather hurt Glen this way than rape him because he couldn't control himself. He dropped his head and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him softly. On the bed Glen sat staring at the spot where Mark had stood just moments ago.
Tears started again and he curled up in the spot where Mark had laid just scant minutes ago, his scent wafting up into his nostrils and making the tears come faster and harder. He heard the door open again but didn't move from his spot, he didn't care who it was and he dimly hoped it was a thief and that they would kill him. Arms wrapped around his waist and lips ghosted across the back of his neck.
"Dammit, I can't walk away from you." Mark breathed against his neck.
Glen felt his pants being drug down and the tip of Mark's cock pressed against his entrance. He stiffened, thinking that Mark was just going to thrust in. But he relaxed as he felt something cold being smeared over his opening. The the pressure started and after a mintue Mark was sunk deep within him. Mark stilled and waited for Glen to get used to feeling before he started to move. The pace was slow and Glen arched against Mark taking him deeper than he had been and moaning as Mark reached around and gripped his length, stroking in time with his thrusts.
Glen felt the muscles in his stomach tightening and knew that he was close. He felt Mark pull out and gasped at the sudden loss of contact, only to moan as Mark pressed him onto his back and sink back into him.
"I want to watch you as you cum." Mark said huskily as he licked Glen's ear.
He wrapped his hand back around Glen's shaft and started to stroke him again, this time alittle faster as he thrust deep into him. With a loud cry Glen covered Mark's hand and both their stomachs with his essence. He heard Mark's indrawn breath and started meeting his thrusts, arching up off the bed as the pace increased. Soon Mark let go and Glen felt Mark fill him near to bursting. As his breathing slowed Mark pulled out and curled up around Glen, resting his head on Glen's shoulder.
"I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked as held Glen close.
"No." Glen said with a smile.
"Good." Mark yawned and within minutes he was asleep, snoring lightly in Glen's ear.
Glen wiggled out of Marks' arms and pulled the sheet over him then climbed back next to him, brushing his hair from his face tenderly. His heart soared as Mark smiled in his sleep and mumbled his name. With small laugh Glen pressed a kiss to Mark's forehead and slipped out of bed, dressing quickly as he realized what time it was. Before he rushed from the room he penned a quick letter and left in on the pillow by Mark's head, hoping that he'd be back before Mark woke. Silently he left the room and hurried down to the end of the hall, knocking on the door and shifting from foot to foot. When it opened Glen stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him.
