A/N: Ummm, KaneMuse...I wanted this to be PG-13. Not NC-17.

Kane: Heh, I'll show you NC-17...

May, 1999: Slut

Kane stumbled into the dark, abandoned boiler room, his older brother's voice still ringing in his ears.

He had heard some strange, breathy sounds coming from one of the locker rooms, followed by what sounded like someone in deep pain.

The Big Red Machine opened the door to investigate, and was forever scarred in that moment by the image of Commissioner Michaels, trying to push his brother down on the floor, doggy-style.

Shawn had the Undertaker by the hair, Kane noticed first. The second thing he noticed was that they were still clothed for some reason.

And the third thing he noticed was that his big brother wasn't exactly resisting, either.

Shawn had just positioned himself behind the bigger man, biting his lower lip, and breathing heavily, when Kane accidentally gasped audibly.

While his brother looked like he would die of embarrassment on the spot, Shawn jumped to his feet and tried to explain it all away as "just practicing."

At that, the Big Red Machine had run from the room, 'Taker yelling for him to wait all the while.

Kane wasn't all that surprised when the Deadman slowly opened the door, entering the boiler room several minutes later, still blushing as furiously as Kane had ever seen, his long hair shielding his face. His movements screamed embarrassment, and the Big Red Machine couldn't keep from smiling behind his mask.

"Kane..." he began, voice rough from what could only have been unfulfilled arousal, lips still wet from what could only have been a very passionate kiss. "What you saw..."

The man known widely in the WWF as a demon held up his hands and shook his head.

"I'm not here to judge you," he said softly, startling his brother by speaking. They had been on bad terms recently, and Kane hadn't said a single word to his sibling in months. "You're a bastard for many reasons; but wanting to have sex is not one of them. Especially with someone you've wanted for so long. "

The Undertaker was stunned; partially grateful, and partially disturbed, by how kind his little brother was being. Well... "kind" by Kane's standards.

But he was going to count himself lucky this time, and simply nodded, accepting the slight scolding.

"...Thank you. Uh...don't tell anyone. I'm going to bed. It's too dangerous here. Actually, a cold shower sounds better. Goodnight."

Kane smiled at that—and although his face was still covered by the mask, he knew that his brother could see it in his eyes.

As the Undertaker saw himself out, however, Kane had a moment to sit and reflect on what had just occurred.

'Goddamn, my brother is hot,' he mused.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought so before; in fact, he had the same thought the first time he saw the fully grown up version of his big brother. It was why Kane took so much pleasure in fighting the older man. He was hot as hell, from his eyes, to his voice, to the curve and cut of his body.

Of course, the Big Red Machine has also quickly realized that the Undertaker wasn't the type to be into incest...but, a guy could hope, right?

Kane sighed aloud. Thinking about his brother always got him hot and bothered—and seeing him in such a position a few minutes ago really got his imagination going. The disheveled hair, the flushed face, the slightly-erratic breathing...

If he didn't let off some steam soon, Kane feared that he could do something he'd later come to regret.

Still, there wasn't any harm in letting his mind wander, right?

The Commissioner of the WWF held the Lord of Darkness down effectively, one hand on the back of the larger man's neck, and the other tightly gripping his squirming hips.

"It's gonna hurt a little at first," Shawn was saying, voice a low growl as the Undertaker moaned at the contact of his ass with the Heartbreak Kid's cock. "But it's nothing you can't handle."

"Just do it," the Deadman growled, gritting his teeth against the pain he knew was coming.

And come it did, as Shawn Michaels positioned himself at the Undertaker's twitching opening, and entered his body none too gently.

'Taker arched his back and keened, bracing his hands against the floor as his ass was filled completely by Shawn's length.

"So good, Red," the Commissioner was muttering, mostly incoherent at this point. "Better than I even dreamed..."

He grabbed a handful of hair, forcing the Undertaker to arch his back even more, driving himself in even deeper. 'Taker's green eyes were shut tight, mouth opened in the shape of an O, body becoming over-run with pleasurable (and painful) sensations. He knew, academically, what a prostate was and how it functioned; only now, practically, did he truly understand its use.

"Shawn...I can't...Please..."

The Heartbreak Kid started up a steady rhythm, drawing out pained sighs from the Lord of Darkness.

"You look like a complete slut," he teased, now using both hands to hold the Undertaker's hips as he thrust into the larger man again and again, more and more fiercely, loving the way 'Taker's tight hole clamped so desperately onto his cock.

"It suits you."

Kane opened his eyes. He could hear footsteps just outside his door. Someone was coming...and he had a hard-on that anyone could see from a mile away.

Before he could hide his unfortunate state, X-Pac entered the room, dark eyes growing wide almost instantly as the locked onto the source of Kane's embarrassment.

"Goddamn!" he whistled, fascination overcoming his better sense. "Shit, Kane, you're hung like a horse! What the hell's got you so riled up?"

The Big Red Machine was stunned, and didn't really reply. He couldn't believe that someone, especially a member of DX, was speaking to him so casually. The small man wasn't even the slightest bit afraid as he approached, eyes locked hungrily on his manhood, which was still straining against his spandex.

"Shit, I can take care of that for you, if you want," X-Pac offered. "And, if not, just tell me what's got you so hot. I want some of that too!"

Under his mask, Kane was blushing like crazy; and when he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.

"I was thinking about my brother...and Shawn..."

Pac nodded sagely. "Yeah...those two can get anybody all worked up." He winked at the Big Red Machine lasciviously. "So...want some help with that?"

Naughty, naughty boys...

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