Question for readers of this story- More Wade/Cody 'intimacy' yay or non?

WARNING-more Shield, therefor, more violent content.

'Ahhhh.' Seth rolled, exposing his back to the blazing California sunrays, both middle fingers also exposed to any annoying fans seeking autographs stupid enough to bother him when he was not in a tolerant mood.

'Ahhhh-ahhhh.' Dean beside him, seperate beach chair, beaming. 'This is GREAT. I can feel my brain frying.'

'More spf?'

'Nope, I prefer to char.'

'Well YOU might but my toast is brown enough. I'll head back in.'

'Wheeee! Wheeeee!' Leo streaked past, in more ways than one, only wearing flipflops with a harried looking Roman chasing him, holding a pair of tropical bright swim trunks.

'On second thought.' Seth dropped to the sand. 'I'll remain here and hide from the shame.'

'I find them to be cute together.'

'I do my best to keep them lost. And you're hardcore, you're not supposed use the word cute to describe anything, not EVER.'

'Mmmm, right. I'm going to stop speaking the way I do because someone ORDERS me to.'

'You've won this round.'

'Thanks.'

'But I'm still playing.'

'I don't mind at all. In fact I'll make room for you.'

'I saw you.'

'I'd hope so. I'm right HERE.'

'I SAW you and it wasn't a dream, or a mental image of a relative of yours. It was YOU.'

'You saw Moxley, so yes you saw me. Killed my parents, lowered the world's population slightly, then put to death.'

'Then reincarnated.'

'Yep. As this guy here next to you.'

'You killed people when you ended up in this body too, your mother and...'

'Not MY mother, just the mother of this body I'm in. I felt no love for her or the rest.'

'Teach me how it feels. Show me how it is.'

'I can't. I won't. I stopped.'

'Wuss.'

'No I found, actually, that fighting is better, much more fun. You take a life and that's it, the playtime is finished. But you beat someone, break their bones, bleed them near dry, and they're still alive then you can hurt them over and over. Wrestling gave me that and I refuse to let it go.'

'I still want to.'

'You will. WE will. But not yet.'

'How about a thrilling game of First One Out?'

'Great minds and sinister ones DO think the same.'

Swaying wobbling smiling drunk, a bit lonely without Ricardo by his side, Alberto stumbled from the bar, sun barely rising, to the hotel.

Trouble was, he'd found himself lost in a dead end street.

Trouble was, his scarf was tangled on a light post, mildly choking him.

Two thumps on either side of him, dark large figures in the shape of men.

He blinked and the men were gone. In their place, a doberman and a rottweiler both savagely growling.

More trouble.