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, maybe fifty cents if you're lucky. lol WARNING: The end of this chapter is descriptive and violent, and not for anyone under the age of 17. I can't stop you from reading, but I can advise against it. That being said, reviews and constructive criticism are always welcomed but flames will be laughed at. 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 was lying awake watching Glen sleep. Glen shifted and pressed his face into the hallow of Mark's throat and let out a little sigh,sending shivers down Mark's back. For the past week and a half Glen had been acting strange, going places without telling him, disappearing for hours on end and not coming back to the room until late. Even though they had seemed to fall into a peaceful rhythm that mimicked a relationship Mark wasn't so dense that he believed they were in one. He tightened his grip and pressed a kiss to Glen's forehead, trying to set his mind at ease.
"What's the matter?" Glen's voice was low and it startled Mark slightly.
"Whaddya mean?"
"You're worried about something." Glen pulled back alittle, staring deep into Mark's eyes.
"How do you know?"
"Because you have this little wrinkle right...here." Glen poked a furrow right above the bridge of Mark's nose and grinned.
"Doesn't mean that I'm worried." Mark scoffed as he batted Glen's hand away, trying to hide the fact from Glen that he was right.
"Mmm, so what were you thinking about?" Glen practically purred as he pressed against Mark.
"Not what's going through your mind right now." Mark laughed as he felt Glen's cock nudge his thigh.
"Are you sure? You seem pretty solid to me." He snickered as he reached down and ran his hand over Mark.
"Enough. We need sleep." Mark said gruffly as he pinned Glen's hands to his chest.
"Awe, you're no fun."
"Trust me, if I didn't have that meeting with Vince in the morning I would do every wicked thing you want me to do to you."
"Promise?" The hopeful sound in his voice making Mark smile.
"Yes, you little nympho." Mark laughed, feeling some of his worry melt away. "Now git some damned sleep."
"Fine." Glen sighed and put his head down on Mark's shoulder as he tossed his arm across Mark's waist. "Night."
"Night Glen."
After shifting around alittle bit Glen finally fell back asleep and Mark once again found himself watching Glen as his chest rose and fell softly. Soon though the continual rhythm lulled Mark into a light sleeping state. As he snoozed he curled into Glen, mumbling 'I love you' against his neck. A couple of hours later Glen gently shook him awake, smiling as Mark looked at him blinkingly.
"Morning."
"Mmm, morning." Mark yawned and stretched his arms over his head, popping his shoulders and back at the same time.
"Get up or you're going to be late for your meeting."
"Shit!"
Mark practically leaped out of bed and dashed into the bathroom. After about ten minutes he rushed back out and rifled through his bag for some clean clothes. He pulled his shoes on as he started towards the door, his mind not registering the fact that Glen was following behind him snickering. Thankfully Vince's room was at the end of the hallway, so he didn't have too far to go. To be on the safe side though he sped up his gait and within minutes stood out side the door panting slightly. Glen sidled up next to him and knocked on the door, straightening his shirt as they sound of footsteps sounded from the other side and Mark blinked in surprise as Vince greeted them in a fluffy white bathrobe.
"Gentlemen, come on in." Vince moved to the side and motioned for them to come in. "Jacobs, nice of you to be on hand for this." The comment made Mark look at Glen suspiciously as they took seats in two of the three overstuffed chairs in the room.
"With all due respect Mr. McMahon, what's the reason behind this?"
"It's simple really, we want to go in a different direction with The Undertaker."
"Why? You've already made him darker. What else can you do to him?"
"Family." Vince stated simply as he took a seat in the last chair.
"Family? I'm sorry Vince but I'm not quite following you here."
"Yes, family. A brother to be exact."
"So you're going to water him down? Make him family oriented?" Mark was confused, Undertaker was supposed to be the embodiment of evil, how can he be truly evil if he had to look out for a 'brother'?
"Hell no! The Undertaker is one of the best tweeners that we've got. He's feared, respected, and draws a huge pop from the crowd whether he's face or heel."
"Then where are you heading with this?"
"Right now all that creative has figured out is that he'll be your half-brother and that something horrible happened in the past to separate you two."
"A half-brother?" Mark said haltingly.
"Yes, creative is thinking that it'll make for an interesting sibling feud."
"Is the father going to be revealed? I mean it would make it more real for the fans. And what about a back story?"
"Well your 'brothers' father is Percy. Creative that that would make for a better angle, but the back story is still in the works."
"Percy? You've got to be kidding me, right?" Mark laughed.
"Do I look like I'm kidding to you?"
"No sir." Mark said as he looked down. "So who's the sorry sonvabitch that has to play Percy's son?"
"Undertaker let me present to you your brother....Kane!" Vince said as he motioned to Glen.
"What?" Mark choked out as he turned his head to the side to stare at Glen.
"Glen accepted the role. Actually I had to beg him to take the role. Seems he was thinking about leaving the company." Vince muttered as he thought about the confrontation that had taken place over a week ago.
Flash Back
Vince had been relaxing on the bed in his room when the phone rang. Gruffly he picked up, wondering what idiot was interrupting his personal time.
"Hello?"
"I want out." It took him a minute to figure out who it was, but it finally clicked and he growled mentally.
"Is it a pay raise you're looking for?" Vince demanded.
"No." Was the soft reply.
"More exposure?" He tried.
"I just want out."
"Listen, why don't you come down to my room in a bit and we'll talk about this more in depth. I really don't want to lose you Jacobs, you're one of the better guys on the roster."
"Fine, I'll meet you in a while."
The line went dead and Vince looked at the receiver, wondering what had gotten into the young man. He was hard worker, never complained too much about the story lines he had. He even made the best of a throw away gimmick. Vince winced as he thought about the angles that Glen had to do as Issac Yankem, he shown resilience and had even added an extra dimension to the flat character. He had thought that Glen would do the Diesel character proud, he was a powerhouse like Nash and seemed to have a good grasp on the character.
However the fan reaction was luke warm at best. They weren't stupid and Vince knew that, but Glen deserved a better character than a lunatic dentist. That and he really hated the entrance theme. But after the confrontation in the ring between Nash and Glen it seemed like Glen was walking down a darker, more destructive path. His moments in the ring as Diesel were riddled with stiff shots and underhanded techniques. Before he knew it there was a knock on the door and startled he headed over and peeked out the peephole before opening the door.
Glen hadn't said anything as he entered and Vince quietly shut the door staring at Glen curiously. He was flushed about the face and seemed to have been sweating, his hair was sticking to his face and his lips looked alittle swollen. Vince shook his head and headed over to the chairs that he always insisted be in his room.
"Mr. Jacobs, what can I do for you today?"
"I want out Vince. I'm done." He said simply, his eyes on the floor. "I'm tired of all of this." The last part was said quietly and it made Vince think that Glen was referring to something else.
"Tired of what, the Diesel gimmick?" Vince asked, trying to get some more information out of him.
"Just release me Vince. Do yourself and the company a favor and let me go."
"Give me a good reason."
"Because I want out."
"Are you having trouble with some of the other talent?"
"No."
"Are into drugs? Heavy drinking?"
"No."
"Then I'm sorry but I can't release you without a damned good reason." Vince watched as Glen's shoulders slumped and softened somewhat. "How about some time away from the ring, maybe some behind the scenes work?"
"If that's what you think is best sir." Glen replied automatically, his voice barely above a whisper.
Vince looked around for a moment, trying to come up with something that would appease the young man. In his perusal of the room his eyes landed on the manila folder that creative had sent him the day before. They wanted to add something to The Undertaker's background, a half sibling spawned by Bearer. Vince thought that it was a good idea. After all the idea had been addressed after he made a remark to one of the writers about how they fought like brothers outside of the ring. He just never thought that creative would run with it. But they had and that brought to light another problem, who to get to play opposite of Mark.
They would have to find someone willing to step toe to toe with the big man and do so without blinking. The whole angle hadn't been planned out yet, so Vince wasn't sure about the circumstances of the entire thing, but he knew that he needed someone on par with Mark; not only talent wise but also size wise. A smile crossed Vince's face as he turned back to Glen.
"Mr. Jacobs I think I have the perfect thing for you."
"What's that Mr. McMahon?"
"I have a new gimmick that is in the works. I want you to take up the part."
"I don't think..."
"Glen, listen. It'll be awhile before it hits the ring. And I'm willing to let you have a hand in the creation of the gimmick." Vince said as he got up and grabbed the folder, handing it to Glen before taking his seat again. "So what do you say?"
"Can I think on it?"
"Of course. Just let me know when you decide."
Vince stood up and shook Glen's hand as he got to his feet. They walked to the door and Vince had the feeling deep down that Glen would except. Atleast he hoped that Glen would.
End Flashback
"Is that all Mr. McMahon?" Mark asked as he stood, looking at the chairman oddly.
"What? Oh yes, yes that's it." Vince said snapping back to reality.
Mark stood up and headed to the door, Glen following on his heels. Out in the hallway he turned and looked at Glen, his mouth set in a hard line.
"You couldn't tell me? You had to make me wait until now to find out about that." He blustered loudly as he swung his arms around in circles. "Is that what you've been doing? The reason that you've been coming back late to the room? Hmm? What in the hell is so secretive about this that you can't tell me?"
"What did you want me to say Mark? That I wanted to leave so that I didn't drag you down with me?" Glen yelled back, confused as to why Mark was angry with him. "Do you want to hear that Vince had to practically bribe me to stay? Because it's the damned truth. I wanted to leave, all because of you!"
Glen's chest was heaving as he watched Mark stumble back as if he had been punched in the jaw. They stood staring at one another, watching to see who was going to make the first move. Mark's eyes were distant and his mouth was moving wordlessly. He shook his head and locked eyes with Glen, unflinching as Glen moved forwards. Soon the two were standing inches apart, their noses barely touching. Glen's eyes softened as his hand came up and pushed some stray hair from Mark's face. Mark shivered from the contact and pressed his head against Glen's hand.
"But I stayed....because of you." Glen said softly as he backed off and headed back to the room, leaving Mark alone in the hallway with his thoughts.
Silently a door closed as Glen walked past. Kevin leaned against the door, his heart hammering in his chest. He had watched the entire confrontation between the two, hoping that one of them would have swung.
"Damned bleeding heart pansies." Kevin mumbled as he walked over to the bed and dropped down on the edge.
As he thought about it though the more he seen potential in the situation. Mark seemed to care deeply for Glen, but did he care deeply enough to sacrifice himself to keep Glen safe. A plan formed in Kevin's mind and a smile crept onto his face. He walked back over to the door and cracked it open, Mark was still standing in the hallway; a far away look on his face. The smile widened as Mark started to move slowly towards his own door. When he was abreast with Kevin's door Kevin reached out and yanked him in the door, covering Mark's mouth with his hand and pressing Mark against the wall. As Mark stilled his eyes blazed with hate and Kevin laughed.
"What's the matter Mark? You didn't think that you 'banished' me with that little encounter did you?" Kevin taunted as he leaned close and licked Mark's ear. "Awe you did, didn't you? That's cute but trust me Mark, there is no way to get rid of me. See you have one thing that I want. And I'm never denied anything that I want. Do you know what that thing is Mark?" Kevin watched as Mark nodded his head. "So you do know that I want Glen." Mark then became violent, struggling and finally biting down on Kevin's hand.
Kevin stumbled back and Mark speared him to the floor, aiming punch after punch for Kevin's face. As Kevin blocked as many as he could he knew that he had found the chink in Mark's armor. And he planned to use it to it's fullest advantage.
"Yer going to leave Glen alone." Mark panted out between punches.
"No, what I'm going to do is fuck him like the little slut he is." Kevin growled as he grabbed ahold of Mark's hair and flung him sideways then covered him, using his hold in Mark's hair to hold the big man down.
"You sombitch, yer going to leave him alone." Mark hissed as he tried to free himself from Kevin's grasp.
"No, I'm going to make him scream as I plow him repeatedly." Kevin whispered in Mark's ear. "Then I'm going to force him to swallow every drop. But don't worry, I'm sure he'll still be able to please you when I'm done. What's this? Is this turning you on?" Kevin asked as reached down and fondled Mark. "Maybe I'm calling the wrong person the slut." Mark squirmed, trying to get away; ashamed that Kevin was able to get him hard with what he was saying. "Are you a slut Mark? Do you want me to fuck you like the dirty whore you are?" Kevin pressed hard against Mark, licking at Mark's throat.
Mark continued to fight to get free, but Kevin's hold on his hair kept him firmly planted. He felt Kevin's hand slip into his pants and grip his shaft. He bit his lip to keep the moan in that wanted to escape as Kevin started to slide his hand up and down slowly, his thumb flicking lightly over the head. Mark's mind was screaming at him to resist but his body was responding to Kevin's touches. Steadily the strokes became rougher and Mark felt the end nearing, one last flick of Kevin's thumb and Mark roared his release. His body spasmed and his back arched up from the floor as he spewed his load over Kevin's hand.
His body was still jerking in the aftermath when Kevin ripped Mark's pants the rest of the way down and drove into him, pulling a moan from Mark. Kevin stayed still as he watched the realization of what was going on hit Mark.
"Nash you have two seconds to...."
"You're in no position to demand anything here Mark." Kevin said, accentuating his words by thrusting quickly into Mark. "But let me let you in on a little secret, either I fuck you now or I stop and fuck Glen later. And trust me, he'll be getting the raw end of the deal. I'm sure you know well how hard it is to control yourself when you're made to wait to get off. All that anger and frustration building up, looking for an outlet. So what will it be, here and now for you, or later and a hell of a lot harder for Glen?" Kevin asked as he reached down and started to fondle Mark again. Kevin knew Mark had made up his mind when his shoulders slumped and he screwed his eyes shut as tight as he could. "I knew you were a dirty whore."
Kevin then started to thrust wildly into Mark stroking his cock in time with the thrusts. Kevin felt himself getting ready to blow and pulled out so that just the head was inside of Mark. Mark opened his eyes and looked at Kevin irritatedly.
"Are you done?" He demanded.
"Of course not. I just want to watch you cum before I fill you." Kevin said huskily as he lightly ran his hand over Mark's balls then brought his hand back up to the head.
Mark couldn't stop the groan as Kevin repeated the movement, groaning even louder as Kevin thrust slowly into him. Kevin kept the slow and gentle rhythm up, watching Mark's face as he drew nearer completion. Soon Mark's head was thrashing from side to side and he covered Kevin's hand and his stomach with his seed. By that time Kevin had had enough and started to pound back into Mark, bringing his back up from the floor with his thrusts. His mind went into overdrive and Kevin came hard as he drove into Mark one last time. He felt something warm splash against him and looked down, his eyes widening as he realized that Mark had came a third time.
"Enjoyed that did you?" He smirked as he pulled out and fell back onto his back.
"Fuck you." Mark spat as he sat up slowly, grimacing as pain shot through him. "Yer going to leave Glen alone now right?" He questioned as he used one of Kevin's shirts to wipe himself down.
"Maybe, maybe not. Depends on how cooperative you are." Kevin retorted as he pulled himself back into a sitting position.
"Listen here Nash, it's over now. You come near me or Glen again and I will kill you. You've had yer fun, now leave us the hell alone." Mark growled as he got to his feet and pulled his pants back on. He headed towards the door, turning around and growling at Kevin, "And that's not a threat, or a promise. It's a fucking guarantee." With that Mark left the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Wrong Calaway, it's only the beginning." Kevin laughed as he pulled himself into bed and passed out in the middle, completely drained of all energy.
