"What do you want Mark?" Glen repeated when Mark didn't answer him.
"I want to know whose side you're on come Badd Blood." He replied finally, his eyes locked on Glen's wrapped hand.
"You'll find out with everyone else Mark." Glen growled as he moved to shut the door.
"What'd you do to your hand?" He asked quickly, sticking his foot in the door so Glen couldn't close it on him.
"Nothing that concerns you Mark."
Mark reached out and gripped Glen's wrist, watching with a frown as he winched slightly. He moved into the room and carefully unwrapped the towel, keeping a firm hold on Glen's wrist so he wouldn't try to pull away. The bleeding had stopped, but the flesh was ragged around the puncture sites and Mark glared as he looked into Glen's eyes.
"How'd this happen?"
"None of your damned business." Glen tried to yank his hand away, but Mark tightened his grip and ground his teeth before speaking again.
"Glen, I'm going to ask you one more time. How did this happen?"
"I don't answer to you Mark." Glen growled.
The two stood there glaring at each other as the minutes ticked by slowly. Mark's eyes were hard but he couldn't keep his mouth from pulling into a frown as they traveled back to the damaged hand. Gently Mark stroked the back of Glen's hand with his thumb; taking care not to hit the ragged and angry red flesh near his knuckles. Even the small movement brought a wince to Glen's face and Mark felt the coldness start to warm slightly. Little by little the repressed feelings trickled in, warring with the coldness for dominance.
"Glen, what happened?"
Mark's voice was lower than it had been and Glen swallowed hard to keep it from tumbling out. As he watched Mark's eyes flicked between his face and his hand, he wondered what Mark was thinking. Mark's eyes were shuttered, but he thought that in their emerald depth he could discern the Mark that he had fallen in love with. And that was the Mark he wanted. He wanted the one that had fiery passion burning in his veins, the one that was gentle yet rough around the edges as well.
This new Mark was cold and emotionally detached and Glen blamed Kevin. Just the thought of Mark and Kevin intertwined on the bed, sighing at touches and moaning wantonly gave Glen the power to pull away and move back a few paces. Mark's eyes betrayed nothing as he locked gazes with Glen and Glen felt a small part of himself wither away. It was like staring at a corpse, and the more he watched the more it seemed to Glen that Mark was deteriorating in front of him.
"Mark, this is none of your business. It was a moment of unabashed stupidity and now I have to suffer the consequences."
Glen kept his voice soft and watched concerned as Mark nodded his head and turned towards the door. Before Mark's hand made contact with the door knob Glen stepped forward and placed his hand on Mark's shoulder.
"Mark, what changed?"
"I don't know what yer talking about." He said gruffly, as he turned around to face Glen. "Nothing's changed."
The hard look on his face tugged at Glen's heartstrings and he did the only thing that came to mind. He closed the gap and pressed his lips gently to Marks, as if he was asking Mark for permission to continue. The hard stone like feel of Mark's lips seemingly melted as his hands fisted in Glen's hair and his tongue thrust past Glen's lips. Startled at the sudden intensity Glen stood still, his hands unmoving on Mark's chest. Then with a moan he arched into Mark as Mark sucked on his tongue and tugged his hair lightly.
Breathlessly Mark pulled back and Glen groaned at the naked look of lust in his eyes. Wordlessly Mark pulled him over to the bed and as they tumbled towards the mattress. A slight flame of guilt flamed quickly as Scotts face danced behind Glen's eyelids. A minute later however all thoughts were banished as Mark latched onto his neck.
After they finished their lunch Hunter and Shawn headed back up to their room. They had eaten in silence after Glen left, each one leaving the other to their thoughts. While Shawn's were about the problem with Mark and Glen, Hunters' were about Shawn's outburst earlier that day. There was something going on, or rather something that had gone on between his lover and Scott Hall. Whatever it was though was in the past so Hunter didn't feel any jealously; but he wanted to know what had happened that would cause Shawn to object to Glen and his relationship so violently.
As the elevator climbed slowly up their floor Hunter put his arm around Shawn's shoulders and pulled him close, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Shawn looked up and his brow furrowed as he took in the stressed out look on Hunter's face.
"What's wrong Hunt?" He asked as he wrapped his arm around Hunter's waist.
"Shawn, what happened between you and Scott?" He asked softly.
Shawn knew that these questions would be coming so he took a deep breath before answering him. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could get the first word out, the doors opened and two guys entered the car. Hunter rolled his eyes and sent Shawn a look that promised that they would be talking about it the minute that they were alone. Slightly relieved Shawn nodded his head and looked down at his feet. He had no idea about how he was going to broach this subject.
All too soon they reached their floor and Shawn and Hunter stepped out and started silently towards their room. It didn't hurt Shawn anymore what had happened between him and Scott. In fact he was sure that he could even forgive Scott. After all they had both been younger and weren't taking anything seriously, let alone a love life. The one thing that bothered Shawn about his relationship with Glen was that while he seemed to have grown up; Scott never did. He was still hearing rumors about Scott's wild one nighters and all night parties.
And that wasn't what Glen needed. He needed someone to ground him when his emotions flew unchecked, and he needed a passionate lover strong enough to withstand and understand the deep current of his love. In short he needed Mark. Mark was his other half, the yin to his yang. Everyone backstage seen how well they complemented each other and had been betting on how long it was going to be before they got together. Now however they were betting on how long it was going to be before they got back together.
Hunter looked down and took in the pensive look on Shawn's face and wondered if he was doing the right thing by asking about the past. He was a firm believer in letting sleeping dogs lay, but this was affecting the potential relationship of someone that he had come to regard as a close friend. Quietly Hunter opened the door and after Shawn was inside closed it just as quietly.
"Shawn we don't have to talk about this if you don't want to." He said softly, the last thing he ever wanted to do was to cause Shawn pain.
"It's ok Hunter. In truth there's really not much to tell." Shawn dropped down onto the bed and took a deep breath before continuing. "As you can probably tell, there was something that had gone on between Scott and I."
"No really? I just thought that you would object to anyone that wasn't Mark." Hunter said with a grin, unable to keep his thoughts to himself.
"Well then there's that as well." Shawn smiled up at his lover and rolled his eyes. "Back in the beginning, before you showed up, there was Kevin, Scott and I. I wasn't as close to Kevin as I was to Scott. In fact Scott and I seemed to hit it off the first time we met. Much to Kev's disappointment. As much as I liked Kev, I didn't like him the way he wanted me too. Scott on the other hand was too easy to fall for. His personality was so close to mine that it seemed like we were long lost brothers or something. We caused a lot of trouble in our heyday before you showed up." Shawn smiled then, and Hunter felt more than just a little left out.
"Then things started to change. I started to notice Scott on a different level, and I couldn't help the feelings that he was stirring in me. My feelings were returned and for a while we played around with one another. Correction, Scott played around with me. I had fallen head over heels for him; he took my cherry after all. And for the first time I could understand why women remember their first time. A couple weeks after our first encounter though Scott started to change, he seemed closed off and distant. I let it go, after all people go through changes. I was going to play the supportive boyfriend and be there for him." A sad sigh escaped Shawn then and Hunter had the feeling that this was when it all fell apart.
"But Scott didn't see it as that. He seen me as clingy and in no uncertain terms he walked way, right into some woman's arms. I can't even remember her name now. But it was a slap in the face, to go from me to some woman; it ate me a live for the longest time. Was I not good enough? Had I done something wrong? He never gave me an answer, went so far as to not speak to me outside of work. I was devastated, and I guess a small part of me still stings at that blow off. But I never think about it anymore. I have no reason too. You're here now and that's all that matters." Shawn smiled up at Hunter, his eyes shining with the knowledge that there was nothing wrong with him like Scott had led him to believe, and Hunter smiled back.
"But I don't want that to happen to Glen. He deserves better than that. Scott's never grown up, he's still a whore. And he'll break Glen's heart. A fact that I'm not sure Glen will be able to cope with again. He's still raw from this thing with Mark, and I have the feeling that only Mark will be able to fix it."
Hunter sat down next to Shawn and pulled him into a tight hug, turning him so that he could plant feather light kisses on his face and neck. He understood Shawn's reasoning but he wasn't so sure that Scott wasn't the one for Glen. It was true that Scott might hurt Glen again, but there was also the possibility that Glen might be the one to settle Scott down. To change him for the better. Love had that power, and who's to say what's right and wrong when it came to affairs of the heart.
Scott hung his phone up and looked at it with a dopey grin. He had had the feeling that something was wrong with Glen and had decided to call and find out. Just hearing his voice lifted Scott's spirit and he had a new bounce in his step as he headed back to the van he was sharing with some of the other talent. They had decided to stop for a food break and to stretch their legs. Their van had been followed by another and soon they were milling about the parking lot laughing and giving each other a hard time.
Over by the back of the other van Kevin stood off to the side, wincing slightly as he shifted feet. Scott suddenly felt a little pang of guilt over practically blowing Kevin off the past week or so. That pang, however, went away as he remembered that Kevin had been doing the same thing to him for a lot longer. But deep down he still felt bad for allowing Glen to drive an unknowing wedge between him and his friend.
"Hey." He said quietly as he went to stand next to Kevin.
"What do you want?"
"Just to talk."
"What's the matter, your boyfriend too busy to talk?"
"Kev…don't be that way." Scott pleaded.
"What way?"
"Come on Kev, we've been friends for too long for this go down this way. What's the matter with you?"
"Nothing."
"Bullshit. You've changed a lot since that night we crashed the WWF event. What is going on with you?"
Kevin stayed quiet, scuffing his feet in the dirt and gravel of the parking lot. His hair was loose and the errant wind that kicked up blew some strands around his face. His shoulders were slumped and his stance just reeked of distraught and raw pain. Scott moved over to stand beside him and bumped his shoulder lightly with his own. Kevin looked up at him and Scott grinned slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.
"I don't deserve you Scott." Kevin said; sadness heavy in his voice.
"Well you're stuck with me big guy." Scott said with a laugh, thinking that Kevin was talking about his short weirdness.
"You may wish differently." He said quietly before he pushed away from the van and headed over to a group of guys, leaving Scott to wonder if they were even talking about the same thing.
