A/N: I don't own them, wish I did tho. Loves to you all and Enjoy!

Glen lay panting besides Mark, his hair plastered to his face and his chest littered with bite marks. Since the day at the gym it took very little to get Mark in bed. In fact most of the time it was Mark dragging Glen to bed, not that Glen minded. Mark rolled so that he was looking down at Glen and gently moved the hair from his face, kissing him lightly. He then interlaced his fingers with Glens and just stared, his eyes tracking a drop of sweat as it worked it's way down his neck to pool on his chest.

"What?" Glen asked quietly.

"Nothing." Mark smiled as he kissed him again. "Just looking."

"Hmm." Glen sat up, running his hand through his hair to try and tame the tangles, but gave up when his fingers got stuck.

"Where ya going?" Mark asked as Glen got up from the bed, pulling on his boxers and heading towards the table on the other side of the room.

"I have some work to get done."

"Dontcha think ya better put a shirt on?"

"I had one until you tossed somewhere over there." Glen said as he sat down and pulled his folder over and flipped through it.

Glen started reading over the progress that he, Mark and Percy had gotten done. All in all it looked like a good gimmick, but it didn't mean that the fans would react positively to it. As his eyes roamed over the paper his thoughts swirled rapidly through his mind. Kevin hadn't been heard or seen for almost two weeks, and Glen was hoping that he had moved on. He wanted to explore this thing with Mark without worrying about whether or not Kevin was around the corner ready to strike. The whole thing boggled Glen's mind. What was it that Kevin wanted?

"Writers block?" Mark questioned from the bed.

"Hmm...oh yeah."

"I can help ya through that ya know."

"We just spent two hours in bed." Glen said looking over at him with raised eyebrows.

"I didn't hear you complaining." Mark smirked as he kicked the covers off of him and laid his hand on his abdomen. "You know ya wanna join me."

"As tempting as that offer is, I'm going to have to decline."

"Awe come on...the bed's nice and soft." Mark said conjolingly.

"Mark, we have to get this finished soon. Besides we still need to pick a time for Kane to debut."

"Alright, fine. At least come sit on the bed with me. I'm too tired to get up."

With a sigh Glen picked up the folder and walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge by Mark's head. He handed Mark a pen and they both started skimming over the paper work. Soon exhaustion won out and they both drifted off into a deep sleep. Mark's head laying on Glen's leg while Glen's hand rested lightly on his head, a smile stretching both their lips.


Across town though Scott was not smiling, in fact he was down right worried about the where abouts of Kevin. Ever since his match and the run in in his locker room Kevin had been MIA. Shawn hadn't even known where he was. Warning bells were ringing in Scott's mind and he knew that he had to do something or else he was afraid that something terrible was going to happen. He paced his hotel room, debating on whether or not to warn Mark and Glen. In the end he rejected the idea, it wasn't as if they would believe him anyways.

Scott grew more agitated as the day wore on. He continued to call Kevin's cell, but just like all the other times there was no answer. With a growl he picked the phone up again only this time he threw it against the wall, watching angrily as it bounced off and landed somewhere under the bed. He grabbed his coat, bent on scouring the city until he found his wayward friend. Then he planned on beating the holy hell out of him. He turned the door knob and yanked the door open, only to find Shawn and Hunter standing in the doorway, Shawn's fist raised as if he was about to knock. They blinked at each other for a minute before Scott spoke.

"Tell me you found Kev?" He said almost pleadingly.

"Nope, haven't seen hide nor hair of him." Hunter said with a shrug of his shoulders. "We just came over to see if you wanted to join us for dinner."

"I would, but I have to find Kevin. He's gone off the deep end. I haven't seen him since last week." Scott said as his shoulders slumped.

"Awe come on Scotty, Kev's big boy. He's fine. Let's go get something to eat." Hunter pressed. "Besides who knows maybe we'll run across him while we're out."

Hunter did have a point and Scott nodded, checking his pocket to make sure that he had a key. They walked down to the lobby talking quietly amongst themselves. While Scott was glad for the distraction he still felt that something big was about to happen, he only hoped that it wasn't something bad looming before them. The feeling didn't dissipate as they walked, and once again he found himself wondering if he should warn Mark and Glen.

Even though Shawn was keeping up the bulk of the conversation he watched Scott sorrowfully. It was clear that Scott was extremely worried, more worried than a friend should be. He had an idea as to why Scott was soo involved in this, but without any hard evidence he did know if he was they headed out to the parking lot Shawn made the decision to get as much information out of Scott as he could. As Hunter and Scott fought good naturedly over who was riding shot gun, Shawn smiled. He planned on digging as much as he could without Scott being any the wiser.


Kevin sat in front of the small monitor, watching Mark and Glen in their hotel room. At that moment, they were sleeping and Kevin could see how both men relied on the other for safety. With a bitter laugh he got up and stretched his muscles. His plan had undergone a drastic change. Before he just wanted to dominate Glen, thus dominating himself in a way. Then he wanted to make Mark bend to his will, using Glen as the leverage. But as he watched them he started thinking about something completely different. He wanted to mentally destroy the impostor, to watch him squirm as the one person he trusted above everyone else assaulted him.

With a groan he remembered how Mark laid quietly and let him fuck him to save Glen from a brutal assault. With a sick grin he thought about using the bond between them to his advantage. He planned on first abducting Glen and leaving him tied up on the bed for Mark to find. But before he could untie him Kevin would reveal himself, taunting Mark with his darker side that he had shown when Kevin had his way with him. He would secure Mark in some way to a chair and make him watch as he raped Glen again and again until Mark couldn't contain himself.

Then he would release Mark from the chair and lead him over to Glen. Thinking that if Mark had gotten hard from just listening to him talk about what he was going to do to Glen, then actually watching would override his sense of right and wrong and he too would force himself upon his friend. And if that didn't work then he would just bargain with him again, saying that if he wanted Glen to be safe then he would lay back down for him.

Making a strong man like Mark bow down to him made him stiffen, even more so than the image of Glen fighting against him. After all once a bitch always a bitch. Kevin continued to stalk around his room, his nerves frayed beyond repair as his eyes darted back to the t.v. They had changed position and now Mark was stretched out on top of Glen, his face pressed into the crook of Glen's neck.

He settled back down into his chair and watched for a little while more, his fingers steepled. Even though he wanted to strike now, he knew that it was too early. They needed to become a little more dependent on each other for his plan to work. The more Glen trusted Mark the worse it would hurt when Mark raped him, and the worse psychological damage it would do to him. From the way they acted towards each other now, Kevin estimated another three weeks before he could strike.

His body demanded release right then unfortunately, and with a slight growl he dressed and left his room. Intending on finding some quick piece of ass that would appease him for the time being. He just hoped that he could continue that so that he didn't jump the gun. If everything went according to plan, then not only would Glen suffer from the attack, then Mark would too. He was so far lost to his madness that he didn't realize that he plotting the ruination of two innocent people for his own amusement. Even worse, even if he did think about it, he wouldn't have been able to come up with an answer as to why he wanted to do it.

All that he knew was that he wanted to break those two men by using any means necessary. And if it got messy, then that made the final victory all the more sweeter for him.