Shawn waited until Bret came back in the room and closed the door. He walked over to him and shoved him against the door. "What the hell were you thinking taunting him like that?"

"Hey! Whoa…baby calm down."

"I won't calm down!" Shawn snapped. "I don't need Hunter getting involved right now. I have enough to think about without me having to worry about what's going to happen between him and Jeff."

"Not our fault he left you," Bret shrugged.

"Oh, much like you right?" Shawn turned away from him shaking his head. "I'm going to bed and first thing in the morning we are going to finish this shit so I can get on with my life."

"Fine, but just so you know, Hunter started with me."

"No, you had to come sticking your nose where it didn't belong."

"He wants you back and I wasn't about to just let him take you like I did twelve years ago."

"Oh are you still on that kick?" Shawn scoffed. "He didn't take me from you. By then you and I were pretty much through and you know it."

"If only because he kept feeding you lies. I didn't trust him then and I don't trust him now."

"This coming from the most insecure person I've ever met. Hunter will tell you that I never cheated on you with him. I was too loyal to you."

"Yeah well forgive me if I don't believe it."

"Whatever Bret. I'm on the couch. You can have the bed."

"No way! Shawn, take the bed. You know your back—

"My back is just fine," he said coolly as he rid himself of his shirt tossing it to the floor. "You have the bed because I am not sleeping with you."

"Shawn…come on now. Don't be that way. I told you I won't touch you anymore if that's your wish."

"I know you're not touching me anymore because I'm not going to be thick enough to let my guard down again. I'm so over you right now so let it go." Shawn plopped down on the couch and just curled up under his sheet. Bret watched him for a moment before admitting defeat. "Goodnight beautiful."

Shawn listened to his soft footsteps and it wasn't until all the lights were out that Shawn let out a relieved sigh. He hated this situation he was in but most of all, he hated himself. He should have never agreed to do this interview to begin with even though he really needed this closure. But more importantly he wished he wouldn't have been so weak for Bret. Bret was his past and John was supposed to be his future, but instead, Shawn was weak and in turn lost probably the best thing to ever happen to him since Hunter. Shawn clasped a hand over his mouth to keep from crying out. He missed John so much right now but what hurt him the most was the idea of John not missing him. John…where are you and are you thinking of me…

~*~*~

John Layfield sat in his arm chair typing away on his lap top. He was staying in his cabin up in the mountains but believe it or not, he had excellent service. It was business as usual for John, but that was only part of it. The business is what was keeping John from going insane. It had only been almost two days but already it felt like a lifetime apart from his favorite blonde. Shawn… John closed his eyes, wishing Shawn's image away but this time it was much harder. This was supposed to be the day he brought Shawn to his private cabin for some much needed R&R. Today he was going to just lie around – no business at all – and just love his new boyfriend and maybe even ask for something more, but it wasn't going to happen. Instead he was here all alone hiding from the world while his boyfriend was being swept away by his one true love.

John closed his lap top setting it to the side. He should have known it would be this way but for some reason a part of him hoped – prayed even – that it would be different for him. John shook his head, a chuckle escaping him. As if something so beautiful and caring would come to big bad JBL without a price. The more John thought about it the more it started to dawn on him that maybe it wasn't meant to be. Maybe Shawn was brought to him for the short time to help him figure things out. Now that John had been with Shawn, he knew exactly how it felt to be loved and he would cherish every bit of it forever.

John closed his eyes again, remembering how afraid he once was of Shawn's love. He was terrified to death of him but Shawn never gave up.

"Will it make you happy John?"

Always caring about others rather than himself which just tore John to pieces thinking about it. Shawn gave up everything to take care of Bret and just thinking about it made John's blood boil. He didn't know Bret, but from what he heard about him, he knew he wouldn't have liked him years ago. Arrogant, moody with a God complex the size of Texas…it's amazing how the two even stayed together for such a time, even managing to fall in love. But John knew just from the short time he was with Shawn, that Shawn could be weak at times. Not because he was weak physically. It was mainly due to his still low self esteem. On the surface others probably saw him as a cocky heartbreaker who wasn't afraid of anything but John knew better. That's why it was so easy to bribe Shawn into taking that deal…

"Wait a second Shawn. Just hear me out. You didn't give me time to explain the deal. You know I'm a business man and I'll make it worth your while."

"Alright. Talk. What exactly can you do for me?"

Beautiful blue eyes stared back defiantly into dark grey ones waiting to hear his response. JBL smirked at the smaller man before answering. "Well for starters, I can get that prick Chris Jericho off your back."

"I can do that on my own."

"Sure you can," he sang. "That threatening voice mail he left you the other day means he off your back right?" Shawn rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath that sounded like 'so what' but he was ignored. "Also, you'll have a friend in me."

"A friend?" he asked quizzically.

"Yeah a friend. I see you walking around here all by yourself. You're all alone now that Hunter's gone and without him, you have no one. Randy hates you. Dave wants to hurt you. Face it Shawn. You have no one and I know it's got to be tough having to fight all your battles all by yourself. Trust me. I know the feeling…or well, I used to anyway. At this rate you're going to end up with an early retirement and we both know you don't want that."

"Yeah but…" Shawn thought about JBL's offer for a second. While he knew it would be nice to have a partner, he knew with JBL all of his services came at a costly price, but so far JBL had yet to mention his price. "So… So suppose I decide to take you up on this offer. I'll admit that I am tired of having to fight against the entire locker room week after week all alone and yeah, Ok. I'll admit that things with Chris are bad but what's your price? You've done all this talk about what you can do for me but what am I going to have to do for you in return? What? Am I going to have to forfeit all my title opportunities to you? You know full well I don't do that kind of thing anymore."

JBL took a step back smiling his signature smile. "Well…not exactly. You see Shawn the thing I want in return for helping you is well…you."

"Come again?"

"You. Y-O-U."

"You want me?"

"Well yeah. You see Shawn, I've watched you all year and have decided that a businessman like myself could treat you better than these losers. So here's the deal. You let everyone think we're a couple and you'll have it made. No one will dare bother you if you're with me and all I ask is for you to play along."

"That's it? That's all I have to do?" he asked raising an eyebrow curiously. It sounded too good to be true and yet…

JBL walked over and started twirling a finger in his hair. He met Shawn's curious gaze as he leaned closer placing his lips on his for a quick, soft kiss. "Well…when I said I wanted you, that meant all of you," he murmured.

John shook his head. Loneliness. Shawn was lonely without Hunter which is why it was so easy for Cena to sweep him off his feet. The boy was head over fucking heels for Shawn and everyone knew. Cena worshipped Shawn to point where it was almost funny to watch. They were so close to hooking up but then Dave was careless in a match one night sending Cena to rehab for the next three months leaving a vulnerable Shawn all alone. Cena came back just in time but he wasn't quick enough. John managed to get to Shawn first using that loneliness against him. It was so wrong of John and he hated it. He hated it so much but then the selfish, ungodly part of him couldn't help but feel like that deal was good in a way. It brought Shawn to him which he could honestly say never would have happened in a million years without it. Cena was too much to compete with and with John's reputation and bad attitude, he had no chance in hell of landing that blonde otherwise.

John sighed. He needed to get Shawn off of his brain and focus on his work. Shawn was hundreds of miles away and probably in the arms of the man he was meant to be with. He just hoped that this was the plan from God all alone. God was someone he never listened to until Shawn came into his life. Shawn made a believer out of him once more so he said a silent prayer for Shawn's happiness then went back to work on his computer leaving all thoughts of Shawn for his work.

~*~*~

"I wonder what John's doing…"

"Adam for the last time, give it a fucking rest!" Randy snapped.

"Alright, alright fine but…but this is fucking amazing!" he exclaimed.

"Um…what's amazing secret agent?" Dave asked with a snicker. Dave and Randy were still sitting at the table playing Rummy while Adam was on his lap top doing something or another that kept him occupied for the last hour or so.

"Wikipedia."

Dave laughed. "Adam…and I don't know why I'm asking but just what on earth could be so compelling about an encyclopedia?"

"Montreal."

Both Dave and Randy just rolled their eyes. "Adam, come on now. It's time for you to let this go," Dave scolded. "John is gone and Bret's back in town. There's nothing you can do so let it go."

"No…no you see…this is…wow," he said, his face twisted in a frown. "Vince McMahon is so good."

"Alright Adam. Spill it," Dave laughed. "Tell me what the all powerful Wikipedia has to say about Montreal. Probably no more than we already know."

"Well…I just don't understand how Bret could possibly be in love with Shawn anymore after all of things he's said in the past," Adam grimaced. "I mean...this shit is so overwhelming!"

"Shawn does that to people," Dave said with a shrug. "He's the Heartbreak Kid. What did you expect?"

"I expected Bret to start shooting off at the mouth about how Shawn's version of the stories don't quite add up with his."

"Adam…"

"No. Listen to this. It says that Bret said in his book that he hit Shawn in the face backstage after it happened but Shawn says in his book that it never happened. Bret then calls Shawn a liar and a fake Christian in an interview two years ago but now he's 'willing to forgive' Shawn if he apologizes first. If that's the case then what the hell went down in that interview? Those two should be at each other's throats by now."

"Adam you should know by now that when it involves Shawn, nothing is ever easy nor is it quite what it seems," Randy said lazily.

"Yeah, but check this out. Bret stated recently that Shawn and Mark put on one hell of a Wrestlemania match. He actually compliments him but then goes on to say that he hates DX with a passion. Like, he hates DX so much that every time he sees them he wants to barf."

"But we hate DX too – mainly Hunter – so what's your point?" Dave asked.

"Tch, that IS the point!" he exclaimed. Both Dave and Randy cut each other confused looks. "You guys. I don't think it's Shawn that Bret really hates. I think it's Hunter."

"And how is this big news?" Dave asked. "I don't think anyone with the exception of Jeff and Shawn care for Hunter too much."

"I…don't know but I get the feeling Hunter's a big part of the reason why Shawn and Bret had so many problems. Just think about it. Bret used to direct all of his hate towards Shawn and Vince but…I don't know. Hunter's always been so possessive of Shawn. I can't help but wonder if something happened between Bret and Hunter about Shawn years ago. Remember, if you go back and watch what was unfolding onscreen prior to Montreal, Hunter was always with Shawn as if saying 'He's with me now you douche.'"

Both Dave and Randy suddenly just doubled over with laughter pissing Adam off. "So..so you guys think that this is funny?" he snapped. "You think I've lost it huh?"

"No…baby I just…" Randy could barely talk from all of his laughter.

"Alright fine. We'll see who's laughing when all of this shit finally comes to light. I don't care what you guys think. I know Hunter's involved somehow because all of the stuff that's happening doesn't make any sense."

"But Shawn being in love with JBL does?" Randy asked.

"Well…I can now honestly see why Shawn would turn to John and John's not a bad guy Randall. He took care of blondie after that rape and well…Hunter was gone so…"

"Adam baby, we hear ya," Dave said waving it off. "You and your conspiracy theories, but listen. Let it go man. Leave this one to the experts." Dave stood to his feet, stretching and yawning. "I'm about to leave you two love birds alone for the evening. I'm tired and I got an early flight to catch."

Randy walked his friend to the door bidding him a safe flight. When Dave was gone Randy wasted no time getting ready for bed. "Adam aren't you coming to bed sweetie?"

"Not now baby. I wanna finish reading up on this."

Randy shook his head before crawling into bed. "I won't argue anymore because once you set your mind on something you see it all the way through. Just don't stay up too late baby. We got a show coming up." Randy cut the lights and within minutes he was sound asleep. Adam however, wasn't sleeping at all. He was reading and rereading different articles about Bret and Shawn taking it all in. Everything Bret said about Shawn up until now was horrible. Slut, man whore, crybaby – and that was just a start. He'd said a lot more than that in interviews based in Canada; some things that Adam found to be a little more than hurtful. So why was Shawn just giving in to Bret like that? It just didn't make any sense but then, when did matters of the heart ever make much sense?

Adam shook his head. He wished he could just let this go but now he was a little more than curious. He wished he could talk with his best friend John but he wasn't going to answer his phone anytime soon, at least not until he felt like he was over Shawn enough to form coherent sentences. So Adam was left all alone to play Chris Jericho. He knew it was probably a bad idea but unlike Chris and Hunter, his intentions were for unselfish reasons. Just why was Shawn having such a time with a man who supposedly hated his guts for the last 12 years? He only knew of one other person he could ask and he was going to do it the first chance he could get.

~*~*~

Jeff and John said their good byes then went their separate ways. Mark was waiting (despite the ungodly hour) at the airport for John while Jeff was left to catch a cab back to their hotel. Not that Hunter was supposed to come pick him up, but it still would have been nice of him to do it. Mark came for John which kind of irked Jeff a little, but he knew deep down he was being a jealous bitch. Mark and John were still a new couple and if you were to ask Mark about Morrison, he'd tell you that he was lucky to even have such a guy on his arm.

Jeff opened their room door as quietly as he could and crept inside. The lamp was still on, but Hunter was out like a rock lying across the bed. Jeff smiled. He was also very tired but right now he needed Hunter if only to reassure himself that everything was going to be okay. Jeff peeled off all of his clothes and quietly approached the bed. He crawled on top of Hunter's back, pressing his warm body against him. He nipped and sucked and Hunter's neck, feeling him up until his lover started moaning in his sleep. "Wake up baby," Jeff whispered. Hunter's eyes fluttered open, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

"When did you get in?" he asked, stifling a yawn.

"Just a minute ago." Jeff nipped at his neck. "I've missed you baby."

Hunter rolled allowing Jeff to nestle himself between his legs. "You've only been gone a day," he chuckled.

"I know but…I've still missed you."

"Oh come here you big baby." Hunter grabbed the back of Jeff's head crushing their lips together. Jeff groaned, grinding against Hunter as he dominated his mouth. Hunter quickly flipped them over looking down into his lovers eyes. A beautiful face complimented by long, gorgeous blonde hair and striking blue jewels stared back at him fiercely.

"Hunter…touch me," he pleaded.

"As you wish beautiful," he breathed. Hunter hungrily captured Jeff's lips again, his silent pleas making him instantly hard. The scent of familiar blonde hair tickled his senses driving him insane. Hunter sucked Jeff's nipples raw, loving the way his fingers curled in his hair…

"Oh God Shawn you're so hot." Hunter's hands roamed Shawn's body frantically while the blonde moaned and arched against him, his fingers running deep through his scalp.

"H-H-Hunter—

Hunter rubbed his body against Shawn, his fully hardened cock creating much friction between the two of them. Shawn wrapped his arms around Hunter's waist and he was suddenly lifted into the air, the bigger man carrying him to the bed. Hunter wasted no time lowering himself to Shawn's body, rubbing his cock hard against him as if begging Shawn to let him in. "Shawn…God Shawn let me have you…"

Both men were drunk out of their minds though Shawn was probably more drunk than Hunter. Hunter sucked hard at his neck, tasting delicious flesh that constantly teased him when they were alone.

"Hunter…Hunter wait—

Hunter rubbed harder against Shawn hoping he could coax him into letting him continue but the blonde kept saying no which meant he had no choice but to stop.

"I'm sorry…but Bret…"…

"Hunty…Hunty please...I need you inside of me," Jeff begged. Hunter grabbed Jeff's thighs and just slammed into him, Jeff's hot tight heat fitting perfectly around him. Jeff's nails dug into skin as he screamed Hunter's name in pleasure. All Hunter could think about was how wonderful it felt to finally be inside the one he fantasized about all the time.

"Oh…fuck…so good sexy…"

Jeff clasped Hunter's hips tighter, arching into him to meet every hard thrust. "Shit Hunter! Harder! Fuck me harder!"

Hunter put his full weight on Jeff, pulling out just far enough to slam back in hard and fast. Jeff was writhing from a mixture of pain and pleasure but it didn't matter. All that mattered was Hunter's love for him and right now he was so overwhelmed that he felt like crying. Each time Hunter slammed his prostate, he choked back a sob.

"That's it baby…scream for me…I love you…you're mine…all mine baby…"

"I'm…fuck I'm gonna cum soon!"

Hunter gripped his hips tighter slamming into him some more, Jeff's muscle's tightening around him. "So good…Shawn…fuck I'm coming."

Jeff gasped and both him and his lover peaked at the same time, their bodies shuddering from such an intense orgasm. Hunter took Jeff's lips for one last kiss. "I love you," he whispered. He rolled off of his lover and pulled him close, drawing circles on his arm until he finally drifted off to sleep never knowing that Jeff was wide awake crying in the darkness.

~*~*~

Bret was first to wake the next morning and any hope of Shawn being in a better mood quickly went out the window when he tried to kiss him. Shawn slept on the sofa curled up in his sheet. Bret woke him up with a kiss on his lips but Shawn immediately bit his head off, practically accusing him of taking advantage of him. Bret decided to leave him be and while Shawn spent an hour in the shower, Bret took the time to call up Chris letting him know they were finishing the interview today. Chris did not sound too enthused about it but that was his fault. He shouldn't have talked the two of them into it and Bret needed to finish telling his story. Shawn was so convinced that Hunter was such a good friend that it made Bret want to puke. Hunter was far from the perfect friend, but if Hunter actually showed up for the interview, he would have to be careful what he let slip. While it was true that Bret and Hunter were rivals, sometimes Bret had to wonder if they would have been such strong rivals had Shawn not been in the picture…

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"Now you listen here you son-of-a-bitch," Bret oozed. "I told you to stay away from my Shawn." Bret had Hunter jacked up against a wall in the hall, but no one was around to see them. Bret wasn't going to say anything to Hunter until he saw Hunter plant a drunken kiss on Shawn's lips. Of course, Shawn wasn't expecting it but at the same time, it looked as if he almost welcomed it and Bret did not like that at all.

"Man, get off of me," Hunter huffed. "I can't help it if Shawn's attracted to me."

"You wish blondie. Seriously. Stay away from him you drunk bastard."

"Or what?" Hunter smirked. "What is big bad Bret going to do about it? You know you can't keep us apart on screen. We're working together now and Vince would surely have a fit." Bret cursed under his breath. Hunter was right. He could get his brothers to keep Shawn away from Hunter after the shows but during them was going to be a problem. "Awww don't look so pissed Hitman," Hunter smirked. "If you weren't so moody I'd consider sharing him with you. It's not like you're ugly Bret."

"Wha…?"

"Oh well I don't like the way you treat Shawn but even I have to admit that you're kinda hot. No wonder he loves you. Nice tan…nice hair…"

"Yeah well I don't like you."

Hunter laughed. "You don't have to like me Bret. I was just saying…and besides, if we were all a couple, you'd have to take a backseat because there's no way in hell I'm going to be anybody's bitch. Shawn's too pretty to top but when it comes to you and me, someone would have to give and uh…it wouldn't be me."

Bret quirked his brow before a huge grin came across his face. "You're unbelievable you arrogant prick. First off, there's no way in hell I'd ever share my lover with you and secondly, I'll admit that I seem to have a thing for blondes, but you're not even close to looking as good as Shawn now stop with the games and stay the hell away from my lover."

"Or what?" Hunter teased. "You're going to beat me up? Have your brothers jump me after a show? I thought that wasn't your thing Mr. My-Family-Can-Do-No-Wrong."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." There was a long pause before Hunter spoke up again. "You know Bret. I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. I've fantasized about you and Shawn several times," he grinned. "It always ends with me fucking you senseless while Shawn watches."

Bret drew back to hit Hunter, but he was too quick having kneed Bret in the stomach sending him to the floor. Hunter scrambled to top him, but ended up getting a right across the jaw.

"You drunk bastard!" Bret breathed. "Take that back!"

Hunter grabbed Bret's arms flipping them over. Before Bret could react Hunter's tongue was forcing it's way in his mouth, the sweet taste of Jack tingling Bret's tongue. Bret didn't respond at first until he realized he was being overpowered by his number one enemy. He quickly found the strength to push Hunter off of him, scrambling to straddle his waist. Hunter grabbed the side of Bret's face pulling him down for another kiss but Bret's tongue totally dominated his mouth. Teeth clicking, both men moaned, their hands roaming unfamiliar yet electric territories they've yet to explore before.

"Bret! Bro where are you?" Bret suddenly opened his eyes, his heart racing from fear. He quickly scrambled to his feet leaving Hunter breathless in the middle of the floor. He mustered the most evil glare he could give before racing off towards his brother's voice.

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I hated him then and I hate him now. Bastard. Bret heard the locks click and he looked up just in time to see the door swing open. Shawn was dressed and ready to go in some very tight jeans and a gray wife beater, his long hair hanging freely. "Shawn—

"I'm leaving."

"Wait…come one Shawn. It makes no sense for us to take two cars."

"Yes it does otherwise I might leave you stranded if you piss me off," he snapped.

"Princess, are you still ill at me?"

"What do you think Bret?" he asked. The door slammed shut before Bret could even think to respond. Bret shook his head. This is going to be a long day…

AN: WWE needs to go ahead and call me because they are so "borrowing" my creativity. I called it in "Silent Hearts" and I called it here. Bret's return after 12 years. Ha! And they've been killing me all fkn night. Shawn and Bret actually HUGGED in the ring. I marked like a MoFo. Oh hell yeah Raw was win. Raw over TNA biotches! Oh and WWE Creative, I KNOW you're reading my shit. Why don't you just hire me and call it a day?

FYI:

-Still tired of this fkn fic but now that Bret is back I guess I have inspiration to continue this fic. I'm gonna take every short cut possible tho. Ye have been warned.

-Not as long as the previous chapter but at least you got an update.

-FicFource rules. In case you didn't know, the Fource includes XxShawns_Guardian_AngelxX (me-duh), Seraphalexiel, wrestlefan4, and Dark Kaneanite. Read their fics. They rock the world of the wrestling section.

-The Bret/Hunter stuff was warrented. I went back and watched old clips on YouTube, read a few interviews, ect and have decided that those two had dom issues and were probably attracted to each other but wanted Shawn more. Tsk Tsk. Shawn you sexy baby you.

-Adam's about to complicate things even more but that's just what he does. Things are def about to pick up.

-Interview continues in next chapter.

-Thanks to ALL OF YOU who have been reviewing. I haven't replied to you all because this isn't my primary account and quite frankly I have been super busy. Also I know I need to read some of your fics (you know who you are) and I promise I will get to them eventually but it takes me HOURS sometimes DAYS to type one chapter of this fic so it might take me a while. But I'm not snubbing your fics. I learn a lot from you guys.

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~S.A.G