A/N: 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.

Kevin Muse: Is she gone?

DK: Who?

Kevin Muse: That Vampire Chick with the sharp pointy things that wants to do damage to me.

DK: Nope, TVL is still here.

Kevin Muse: heh, see ya later (disappears in a cloud of smoke.)

DK: Musi. (shakes head) Well anyways, here we go; reviews are welcome, same for constructive criticism. BUT flames will be sent to Walmart home office and used to set the fool on fire that deemed it time to play Christmas music already.

Scott looked on worried as Kevin walked down the hall of the arena talking to himself. He had kept his mouth shut, not wanting to push Kevin over the line he seemed to be teetering on between insanity and normalcy but it was getting hard to stay quiet. Scott wondered what had gotten into Kevin, he had never been like this before so the new attitude was baffling.

He seemed to be almost possessed, and Scott was certain that he had been stalking the kid playing Diesel. There were times that Kevin was no where to be found, and even some missed spots. However when Scott asked Kevin about it Kevin would blow him off, saying that he was training or something. The bad thing was that Bischoff had started to notice and wanted answers.

Quietly he followed Kevin to his locker room, standing outside the door with his ear pressed lightly against it. There was no sound coming from the room and Scott wondered if Kevin had somehow known that he had been followed. A minute later the sound of running water filtered dully through the door and cautiously Scott pushed the door open, wincing at the loud creak. He peeked in but didn't see Kevin in the main room. Slowly he tiptoed in, trying to stay as quiet as he could.

"Hello Scott." Kevin said from behind him, making Scott jump.

"K-kev, I-I thought that you were in the shower." Scott said as his heart started to beat rapidly, the low light in the room casting shadows across Kevin's face.

"So it would seem." Kevin shut the door and advanced on Scott, looking his friend in the eye. "What's on your mind Scott?" Kevin practically purred as he circled around Scott.

"I'm worried about you Kev." Scott said as he took a deep breath.

"Scotty, you shouldn't be worried about me. You should be worried about them." The words were said softly and Kevin started into the bathroom, the steam swallowing him.

"Who?!?" Scott cried, but no answer came from the depths of the steam. "Who should I be worried about? Kev? Kev? KEV?"

When no answer of any kind came from the bathroom Scott walked in, only to find that Kevin wasn't in there. He looked around confused, until he seen the door towards the back of the room. He walked through the steam and looked out into the back hallway, but Kevin was nowhere to be seen. With a small growl Scott headed back through the bathroom and through the locker room, slamming the door open and storming down to his own locker room. He had just finished his shower and was pulling his shirt on when Bischoff came storming into the room

"Where's Nash?" He demanded.

"I couldn't tell you, I haven't seen him since just after his match." He said truthfully as he sat down to put his shoes on.

"Dammit you find him and drag his ass to my office. I need to have a few words with him."

"But sir...."

"No excuses. Now go."

"Yes sir." Scott mumbled as Bischoff turned and left the room.

While Scott didn't know where Kevin was he had an idea about who did. He dug through his bag and pulled out his rarely used cell phone. With a small growl about the situation that he'd been put in, he scrolled though his contacts. Towards the bottom of his list was the one man that always seemed to know where Kevin was not matter what.

As the phone rang Scott drummed his fingers on the nightstand, wondering what he was going to do if Kevin was no where to be found.


Glen watched Mark as he used the weight bench, his pulse racing and his mouth dry at the sight on his muscles leaping and bulging with very rep. For the past few days Mark had been spending more of his time in the gym and the rest was spent in the hotel room flipping channels listlessly. There had been no intimate contact between them since the night before the meeting with Vince. That in itself confused Glen, Mark was always up for some sort of 'fun' but it almost like Mark was purposely holding back. The look was there, as was the raging hard ons, but Mark never acted on them.

Glen had tried to push pass the glass wall that Mark had erected but he never got anything more than kissing and heavy petting. And it was beginning to get to him. That morning he had masturbated for the first time in a long time, and he had thought he had forgotten how to go about it. As he continued to watch Mark lift he wondered if Mark was doing this because he was mad at him for not telling him about the change in 'Taker's story line

"Maybe if I ask for his help with the character he'll stop being mad at me." Glen thought as he watched Mark get up from the bench.

Mark grabbed his towel and draped it across his neck, wiping his face on one end as he walked over to where Glen was sitting working on his character. He dropped down into the chair across from Glen and watched quietly as Glen wrote a couple of things down. He had seen Glen watching him, and there was no mistaking the naked lust on Glen's face.

Just looking at Glen now, withhis hair pulled back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck and his sleeveless work shirt on Mark felt himself stiffen. He had decided to stay celibate with Glen until he was sure that Kevin was out of the picture for good, but he was finding it hard to do and it had only been four days. Mark stifled a moan as Glen flicked his tongue out to moisten his lips as he scribbled something else down.

"Hey Mark, can I ask you something?" Glen asked as he raised his eyes to look at him.

"Sure, what?"

"I'm not too sure about how I want Kane to act, I mean you're tall, dark and scary. Should he be the opposite?"

"Nah, I'm thinking he should be just as 'scary' as you say as Taker. Maybe crazy too." Mark said combing his fingers through his short beard. "Yep, definitely crazy. That would make for some good match-ups."

"Percy thinks that he should be mute. That way the fans won't link Kane to Diesel or Yankem, but I'm not too sure, what do you think?"

"Yankem" Mark snickered before answering. "Maybe, but why would Kane be mute? Childhood trauma?"

"Fire." Glen said simply as he wrote down what Mark had said.

"Fire?"

"Yup. We came up with a fire that destroyed Taker's childhood home, killing his mother and father and supposedly his brother. But that's as far was we got."

"Sounds promising."

"Yea, but writers block is a bitch."

Mark snorted and got to his feet, whipping the towel from around his neck and flinging it at Glen. It connected with Glen's face and Mark laughed as Glen fell backwards as he tried to get it off. When Glen didn't pop back up right away Mark got worried and walked around to his side of the table, only to be drug down the floor.

"What th-" Mark didn't get any further.

Glen pressed his lips against Mark's and splayed his hands over Mark's chest, one hand working it's way into his hair and the other into his sweats. Mark's need for release overpowered his resolve and he moaned as Glen's hand engulfed him. He brought his hands up and tangled them in Glen's hair as he dominated Glen's tongue with his own.

Glen stroked Mark's shaft a couple of times before he pulled away from Mark. Mark growled and moved towards Glen, but stopped when Glen shoved the towel in his mouth. Before he could removed the piece of terry clothGlen whisked his sweats down and took as much as he could of Mark's cock into his mouth. He bobbed shallowly a couple of times before going down to the base then going slowly back to the head, blowing lightly across it before going back down again.

Mark moaned loudly into the fabric and understood quickly why Glen put it there. He threaded his hands back in Glen's hair and held on for dear life as Glen deep throated him fast and hard, the head hitting the back of Glen's throat repeatedly. Within minutes Mark was arching up from floor as he shot stream after stream down Glen's throat.

He let out a sigh and watched dazed as Glen pulled back and licked his lips to remove the excess that had leaked from the corners. With a smile Glen placed a light kiss to Mark's lips and then got to his feet. He gathered his things and left the gym area, Mark following behind quickly intending on relasing the rest of his pent up frustration.