Scott sat staring at the tv in shock. The match had long since ended and Mark had left the ring, but he couldn't get over the fact that Glen had done that to him. He let out a puff of air and sat back, his mind reeling. Even though he couldn't tell anything because of 'Kanes' mask, he could read in Glen's body movement that something was wrong. Instinctively he reached over and picked up his phone. Before he could flip it open to dial it went off in his hand. He looked down at the number and with a lump in his throat answered breathlessly.

"Hello?"

"Scott?"

"Speaking."

"Where are you?"

"Um, somewhere in Ohio, why?"

"I want to see you."

"Glen, what's wrong?"

"I can't tell you over the phone. Just let me know when I can see you."

"Glen, we're not going to be near enough to each other for at least another three weeks. Why can't you tell me over the phone? What's happening?"

"Scott I can't." Glen's voice had a pleading tone to it so Scott let it drop for the time being.

"Fine, um, next week we aren't too far. Do you want me to get a room for just us?"

"Please."

"Fine." Scott paused for a moment, fighting with himself over what he was going to say next. "I miss you Glen."

"I miss me too."

Before Scott could ask about the puzzling sentence Glen hung up. The dial tone buzzed harshly in his ear and when he tried to call back all he got was the voice mail. With a shake of his head Scott put the phone down and looked at it. Now more than ever he had the feeling that something was extremely wrong. A knock on his door brought him out of his stupor and he rose to his feet, glad for the small interruption.

On the other side of the door stood Kevin, two take out boxes in his hands. He grinned and nodded his head towards the room. Scott moved aside and watched as Kevin moved gracefully across the room and set the boxes down on the table. In his back pockets were two 20 oz pops and he plucked them free and set them down dramatically.

"I thought that you might be hungry so I picked up something from the bar down the road."

"Thanks man."

"Well come on, it's only going to get colder."

Scott walked over and plopped down into one of the chairs and took the box that Kevin handed him. It was just a cheeseburger and some fries, but the smell that wafted off of them smelled wonderful. As he took the first bite he looked over and studied Kevin. The taller mans eyes were closed as he chewed and for the first time in a long time Scott seen a little bit of the old Kevin poking out. A small moan escaped Kevin and Scott couldn't help but snicker.

"That good huh?"

"Oh yea." Kevin drew the words out, but Scott could see the slight blush on his face. "So what were you doing all holed up in your room?" He asked as he took fry from Scott's box.

"I didn't want to go out tonight."

"I can see that. We've been busy here lately."

They lapsed back into silence but it was a comfortable one with each man sneaking peeks at the other regularly.


Glen sat alone in his room. He knew that it was just a matter of time before Mark showed up. His brain was twisting around and closing in on itself. He had no idea where he ended and the awful pain in his chest began. He couldn't even remember how it got there. The most he remembered was that Scott had left and then Mark had practically forced himself on him. His body had gone on autopilot after that.

True to form Mark came to the room about thirty minutes later, his eyes cold and cut off from the rest of him. The sound of his bag hitting the floor had Glen looking up but other than that he didn't show any signs of actually seeing Mark. He heard the boot falls as they thudded on the carpet, and felt Mark's fingers dig into his chin as his head was forced up. Their eyes locked and Glen couldn't understand the weird glint in Mark's grey-green orbs. It was as if lust and anger had melded into one and had taken up residence there. Then as if time slowed down, Mark bent down and slanted his lips across Glen's.

"You surprised me." Mark said when he pulled back. "I never would have thought that you would have came out. And then to attack me. Extraordinary."

Glen just looked at him, tilting his head slightly and watching every move that Mark was making. He knew that he really had nothing to fear from the large man, but it never hurt to be careful. Mark was pacing gracefully in front of him and without really knowing it, Glen started to get aroused. Mark's jeans were snug on his hips and his shirt was left open, the cost movement of his body flopping the sides open every so often.

Try as he might Glen couldn't look away and when Mark's next revolution brought him within arm's reach, Glen grabbed him and pulled him down onto his lap. For a moment Mark struggled, but Glen held on tight and silenced any noise with his lips. Then in one fluid movement Glen had Mark pinned to the bed, both arms held high above his head as he plundered the red headed man's mouth.

A soft moan from Mark seemed to break through Glen's fogged mind and he sprung away, darting from the room; the door slamming behind him. Mark lay on the bed for a minute trying to come to terms with what had happened. Glen had come back to him, albeit for an extremely short time, but still. It was Glen kissing him softly and turning his body to mush. He twitched painfully against his pants, but for once he didn't reach down and take care of it. Glen caused it and Glen was going to fix it.

Down in the lobby Glen was sitting winded on the couch. His mind was spinning once again in ever dizzying circles and he couldn't find a way to stop it. One minute he was cold and couldn't feel anything, the next he was red hot and needed to be cooled. It was as if something else was in control of his body. He tried to find a safe spot in the raging storm that was battering his senses but it wasn't happening. Then suddenly he heard a voice that he hadn't heard in a long time.

"Glen?"

He looked over and seen Hunter staring at him somewhat warily. The large blonde was holding a bottle in one hand and two glasses in another. He nodded to the couch that Glen was parked on and Glen moved over in silent invitation. Hunter sat down and handed Glen a glass, no words were spoken between them but they weren't needed. Both sat there and drank until the bottle was gone. Then Hunter patted Glen on the shoulder and got to his feet. Before he left the brooding man to his devices he said one thing.

"Thank you."

Glen nodded his head and watched as Hunter headed to the elevator. Then as quietly as he had shown up Hunter was gone and once more Glen was left to his thoughts. Although now they weren't as rapid or as confusing. He knew what he had to do. Now it was just the matter of putting his heart to the side to do it.