He was realizing the statement about wanting something done right you'd have to do it yourself was truth, not referring to that fool that Cena was with.

No amount of bribery worked on Jinder and Andrew was usually with his nose stuck in a fantasy romance novel, Were male erotica, obviously.

Strike two off the list of being any help.

Justin would know what was going on but sadly was out of the picture and in anothers photo album.

Privacy was overlooked and he hated to but rummaged through his husband's luggage after all.

No help once again, not a clue in the laundry or knee high pile of dvds, cds and magazines.

Time for second stage, take to next level.

Invasion of privacy adding following.

He felt as stupid as his beloved was.

OF course it was Kane, it was ALWAYS him, vile thing, true perverted beast.

He managed somehow to trail behind him without being noticed.

Crept into the lowest level of the arena, their love nest it seemed.

Hid and watched, as quiet as possible.

Had never felt so low, worthless, knocked down to the bottom as he did now watching them, HIS absolute favorite imbecile American with another man, huge hands covering bare stomach skin where the jeans were unzipped and tugged down several inches, shirt removed, Kane standing over, leaning into lying prone and still across the long covered examination table and smiling! loudmouth Ginger git.

That smile wasn't for him for once, it was aimed right at Kane and that was enough to make Wade nearly cry, stomp and curse, wish to quit this business altogether and go home.

But he refused to walk away from a fight and this was a war started.

He left the basement, his grey sky thoughts turning ink black.

'Okay, you're done.'

'And everything's okay?' Heath pulled his tee over his head, zipped his denim back up after tucking certain things back in their proper location.

'Except for being a bit bigger, no change.'

'Cool.'

'How's your health? Hungrier?'

'More thirsty than usual.'

'Have to have toilet time more?'

'Yeah, I think I oughta move in sometimes.'

Kane grinned behind the notepad he held, scribbled a few notes of interest, checked some boxes off.

'I can't thank you enough for volunteering. Most guys wouldn't have the balls for this.'

'I have dozens!'

Kane nearly dropped the papers. 'Dozens?!'

'Yeah at home. My dog loves chasing them.'

'Oh, you mean...toys...' Deep laughter from behind the plain black balaclava. 'Good joke, kid. You fooled me there.'

'What joke?'

Kane smiled and shrugged, trying not to fall in love anymore than he'd already.

''Nothing important. But as I said, it's great you're helping me with this.'

'I don't mind. I WANT to. I've wanted this for years.''Have you told him yet?'

'Urrrr...'

'Oh, kid. You HAVE to. He's going to find out one night...about us doing this every week.'

'I can't tell him.'

'It'll make things worse if you don't.'

'He'll get REALLY angry.'

'Then let him. Same time next week?'

'I'll be here.'

'I'll be waiting.'

A swift hug melted into a longer one.

Neither noticed Wade earlier and neither noticed Sheamus now, staring with open mouth and fury in his eyes, showing on his white face, storm clouds on snow.