A/N: I don't own them, capisce? Loves to you all and Enjoy! Sorry about the delay but my Kevin muse had gone into hiding and he just reappeared, even creepier and darker than he was before. -he's giving me nightmares-
Kevin Muse: What was that?
DK: -yipe- Where did you come from?
Kevin Muse: Nowhere and everywhere. You can't get rid of me.
DK: Help!
Kevin couldn't wait three more weeks. Just waiting two more days pushed him even further over the edge. He craved the sight of Glen struggling against him and the breaking of his spirit as Mark took his turn. He could hear the pleas falling from Glen's lips, then the sobs as Mark took him roughly. Even the imaged sounds were driving him wild and he knew that he had to do something quick. After snooping around awhile he learned that neither man were being used on that week's show and they planned on going out to dinner. Everything was falling into place and Kevin smiled. He gathered his things and headed out the door, stopping by the front desk and getting a key to Mark and Glen's room.
He waited three hours for them to finally leave. As he watched them head down to the elevator he tip toed back to their door. He let himself in and grinned maniacally as he started to lay things out on the bed. He tilted his head back and laughed, the sound filling the emptiness of the room. His body was on auto pilot as he grabbed the long leather cuff from the bed. He knelt down and and threw one side under, then walked around and pulled it straight. Then he laid both cuffs on the bed, following them with the ankle cuffs. Satisfied with the way it looked so far he glanced around the room. He needed something to restrain Mark as he had his fun with Glen. In the corner of the room was a large wing back chair.
"Perfect." He grinned as me moved it over to the side of the bed.
He moved it a couple of times until he felt it was in the perfect position. He wanted Mark to be able to see not only everything he was doing to Glen, but every emotion, every face that Glen made. He pulled two more sets of long leather cuffs from the back and set them on the chair, he wouldn't have to position them until he had someone to restrain. The last things that laid on the bed were a rag and a bottle of chloroform. In his pocket was a painter's mask that he was going to wear while he knocked them out. The only thing he had to work out now was how was he going to knock them both out before they realized what was going on. Kevin had worn all black clothing, so if he stayed in the shadows there was no way that they could see him, but if they turned on any of the lights, then it was a lost cause.
"The lights...that's it." Kevin breathed as he started to unscrew every bulb in the room.
Soon they all were loose enough that no matter how many times the knob was turned or the switch flicked, they weren't going to be coming on. It was going to be too easy. When Mark or Glen went to check on the lights he'd attack, then go after the other one. The darkness would mask his movement, and even if they heard him they wouldn't know it was him. They'd assume that it was the other moving around blindly. Then when they come around from the chloroform he'd watch as their fear took over. There weren't many men that would remain calm when bound, especially if they couldn't remember how it happened.
Kevin settled back into the chair, grinning in the darkness even though no one could see him. He steepled his fingers and watched the door, silently waiting for Mark and Glen to walk into the room.
Glen sat across from Mark, focusing intently on his steak. His stomach had been doing flips for the past couple of days and he had to force himself to eat. Under lowered lids he watched as Mark licked a drop of steak sauce from his lips then washed it down with a drink from his beer. They hadn't been needed on the show that night and had decided to spend some time out of the room. They had grown closer, but Glen still didn't know what to label what they were doing. Where they lovers? Friends with benefits? A couple? Every time he tried to ask Mark his throat closed up and he ended up saying something completely different.
Both men were dressed causally but Mark looked down right sinful in his black button up shirt and black Wrangler jeans. The top three buttons had been left undone and the sleeves rolled up the elbow. His hair was pulled back into a braid that hung down his back and he had topped the look off with a black bandanna. The more Glen stared the more he wanted to undo the braid and run his fingers through the silk like mane. He reached out and took a sip of his water, his hand shaking slightly.
"You ok?" Mark asked, startling Glen and making him blush.
"Huh? Yea..I'm fine." He said as he choked on the water.
"Really, cause from here you look like a blushing virgin dreading the wedding night. What's got you all jumpy?" Mark put his fork down and placed his arms on either side of his plate, his eyes gazing intently at Glen.
"Nothing....I'm not jumpy." Glen persisted.
"Liar." Mark breathed as he got to his feet. "Do you know what I do to people that lie to me?" He asked as he walked around and stood behind Glen, his hands resting lightly on his shoulder.
"N-no." Glen said as he shook his head. "I, uh mean I'm not lieing. I'm not jumpy."
"Well, fine then. Why are you tense?" Mark started to rub his thumbs in a circular motion as he leaned down and breathed his question into Glen's ear.
"I-I didn't warm up before my work out today." Glen said as he trembled beneath Mark's onslaught.
"Yer lying again. You never left the room, so how did you work out?"
"S-sit ups, push ups. I don't have t-to go to a gym to do those."
"You have a point, but you're muscles still wouldn't be tight. So why don't you do yerself a favor and just tell me."
"Because I have nothing to tell."
"Suit yerself. But I will find out." Mark said as he walked back to his seat and sat down.
Mark then motioned for the waiter and asked for the check, keeping Glen in his line of vision the entire time. After the waiter left to run Mark's credit card Mark turned his gaze back to Glen, licking his lips as he watched Glen fidgeted nervously in his seat. He knew something was bothering Glen but he couldn't figure out why he was hiding it from him. Glen looked up and locked eyes with him, blushing before he looked away quickly. What was going on? Why was Glen acting like the proverbial smitten school boy?
A grin graced Mark's face as he thought about the ways he could wrest the information from Glen. The waiter returned with the card and the bill and after signing his name, Mark stood up and headed towards the door. He waited just outside the door of the restaurant for Glen to appear and when he did he pushed Glen up against the side of the building. Before Glen could protest he kissed him hard, sliding his tongue into Glen's mouth and skimming over Glen's tongue. Just as Glen started to respond he pulled away and headed to the rental, grinning as he heard Glen hurrying behind him. Just as he turned the engine over he felt Glen's hands on his face and soon they were kissing in earnest.
With a groan he pushed Glen away gently and pulled out of the parking spot, his mind already on what was going to happen when they got back to the room. Once question was driving him crazy though. Where did they stand? He didn't think that Glen was capable of giving himself lightly to someone else, and Mark didn't want to admit it but he couldn't stand seeing some one else with their hands on him. Even if it was in the ring. He looked over and seen that Glen was leaning against the door staring at him quietly. He reached over and placed a hand on Glen's leg, then blushed furiously when Glen moved it up to his groin. His harden length, which was easy to see, twitched against his hand and Mark rubbed his thumb over the outline of the head; loving the way Glen arched into the touch.
The ride to hotel seemed to take forever, and Mark had a hard time keeping his mind on the road. He continued to tease Glen through his pants, barely keeping his moans to himself as Glen's filled the car. Just when he thought that he couldn't take it anymore the hotel came into sight and he hurriedly pulled in and shut the car off. Then he practically lunged at Glen, pressing him down into the seat and running his hand under Glen's shirt. As tongues clashed he worked his hands into Glen's pants and brushed against the hardness contained within. Mark was about to release it from it's prison when a loud tapping on the window intruded on the moment.
With a growl he looked up, then turned red as he recognized Shawn's face through the slightly fogged window. He coughed and pulled himself upright before climbing out of his side. Shawn stood there with a grin as Glen left his seat, blushing as Hunter laughed.
"Mark I thought you knew better than to do that in a parking lot where anyone and everyone could see you."
"Well..." Mark started, looking down at his feet.
"Don't worry man, we won't tell no one. Just be glad that it was us." Hunter said as he slapped Glen on the back. "Now I would suggest that you two get inside quick and finish what you were doing before anyone else catches you."
Shawn and Hunter then took off, laughing loudly as they headed towards their car. They had worked that night were starving. Mark glared at their backs then grabbed Glen's wrist and pulled him into the hotel and to the elevator. On the ride up they teased each other with feather light touches, reveling in the way their bodies responded to the other. As the door slid open Glen slipped his hand into Mark's back pocket and slid the card key out, grinning as Mark groaned and stared at him heatedly.
Thankfully their room wasn't too far from the elevators and after he got the door open, Glen found himself pulled into the room as Mark attacked his lips. They stumbled through the darkness and he fell down to the bed first. Then he felt a sudden pressure over his mouth and nose and before he could make a sound he slipped out of consciousness.
Mark pushed Glen down on the bed then started to undo his jeans, ripping the button in his haste. He heard movement but thought that it was Glen doing the same thing on the bed. Just as the material slid down his legs something was pressed over his mouth and nose and he was restrained as he tried to fight. His need for survival had him thrashing about, but soon the inhalant took effect and he fell to the floor with a 'thud'. Neither man heard the deranged laughter that filled the room as the flickering light of a candle illuminated the room.
