There was a bounce to his step that wasn't there before, a slight smile on his lips that hadn't been there a week ago. There were a few who were even more frightened now, more disturbed by his contentment than they were by his constant scowl. No one said anything, but they noticed. They wondered. But only one was truly bothered by this bizarre turn of events.

He watched as the demon strolled into the locker room, whistling a tuneless song. The big man stopped and spoke to a few people as he made his way across the room before setting his gear on the bench in front of a locker. He began to unbutton his shirt, changing his whistle to a hum. He folded the shirt carefully, his muscles flexing as he put it in the locker.

Across the room, his every move was being observed, although he was completely unaware of the scrutiny. He continued with his ritual, removing his shoes, socks and finally his pants. The door opened and a low whistle echoed across the room and he turned to see the source. A smile pulled the corners of his mouth up, threatening to take it all the way to the top as he laid eyes on the object of his affection.

It was a seemingly innocent gesture, something that took place on any given night in their world. But someone noticed, his eyes narrowing slightly. Without missing a beat, the big man continued to undress, pulling out his gear for the night. There were sly looks cast across the room, but again, no one seemed aware. No one but the two lovers, each playing over the encounter they had earlier.



"Somebody's gonna hear us." Words were not what he wanted right now, not with those soft lips wrapped around his raging cock. "Shh," he replied, guiding his lover's head gently. "You worry too much," he rasped before moaning low as the head of his cock hit the back of his throat. Vibrations shook him to the root as his lover said, "and you don't worry enough."

Lips tightened around him as a tongue was dragged down his length before dipping into the slit, savoring the salty fluid that was beginning to leak from him even faster. "Jesus, baby…that feels so good." His lover's chuckle almost drove him over the edge, but he fought the tightening, not quite ready for this to end. However, he knew it was impossible as his lover wrapped a fist around the base of his cock, pulling it in rhythm with his sucking.

"Jesus ain't got nothing to do with it," he said, his words muffled by the thick cock in his mouth. Before he could reply, he gasped loudly, tightening his grip on the head between his legs. A few strokes later and he was flooding the other man's throat with thick, salty liquid.



Dave chuckled softly to himself as he finished lacing his boots. The taste of his lover still lingered in his mouth and he closed his eyes, savoring both the memory and the sensation. He stood, stretching his long limbs, bouncing in place a few times before turning and heading for the door. One more quick glance across the room and he was gone.

Standing in the catering room, Dave took in the array of food. He was a little hungry after his earlier…workout. He grabbed a banana from the fruit tray, a cold bottle of water and scoped the room, looking for a quiet place to sit. Sliding his long legs under the table, he leaned back in the chair and began to eat his snack. He looked up when someone called his name.

Ty slid into the seat across from him, nodding in acknowledgment as he sat. "Hey," he said, opening his soda. Dave just smiled in response. "What's up, man?" Ty asked, looking at his friend. Dave shrugged, the grin never leaving his face. Ty chuckled, shaking his head. "Who'd ya kill?" Dave turned to him, a puzzled look on his face. "Whatcha mean?" he asked.

Ty reached over, poking at the dimples on Dave's face. "You've been walking around for the last couple of weeks with that shit-eatin' grin on your face," he said. "What gives?" Dave threw his head back, laughing. "I didn't kill anybody," Dave replied. "Quite the opposite, actually." Ty nodded. "Alright then," he said, leaning forward. "Who'd ya fuck?" Everyone turned to look at the big man as his laughter echoed off the walls.



Outside in the hallway, someone watched the interaction between the two big men. His shallow breathing came in short bursts as he felt the anger burning behind his eyes. Everyone was a suspect, so to speak, until he found out who it was that had captured the attention - and apparently the heart - of the monster. Someone stopped to ask him a question and he hurriedly answered, anxious to get back to his observation.



The production crew was rushing around, trying to get everything ready before the start of the show. Dave was making his way back to the locker room after talking with JR. He had turned the corner when a hand reached out from a darkened doorway, pulling him into a small conference room. A hand covered his mouth, muffling any cry of protest he might have made.

That hand was quickly replaced my warm, moist lips and a probing tongue. He relaxed then, leaning back against the wall and pulling the warm body closer to his chest. Hands explored the well-muscled flesh of his body as the kiss deepened. Dave felt the stirring between his legs and pulled back, looking at his lover as the sound of panting breath filled the room.

"We ain't got time for this," he whispered, placing a kiss on his lover's forehead. "There's all of about 5 minutes before air time and there ain't no way I can go on camera with a hard-on." At the mention of his aching erection, a strong hand gently cupped it, rubbing softly through his trunks.

"I know," his lover said, the disappointment heavy in his voice. "I just needed to taste you." Dave nodded in agreement, unsure if the gesture could be seen in the dark. "I have a surprise for you later," his lover said. "Something you've been wanting for a long time." Dave raised an eyebrow in question and his lover chuckled softly.

"A new whip?" he asked hopefully. His lover laughed again. "No," he replied, running his tongue over the strong lines of Dave's jaw. "Tonight…" he kissed the flat of Dave's chin. "You…" he moved down to a throbbing vein in Dave's throat. "Are gonna…" A hard cock was pressed against his, hot breath mere inches from his ear. "Fuck me."

Dave groaned out loud, leaning his head back against the wall. His lover laughed again, placing a kiss in the center of his chest before turning toward the door. Dave heard the door open and close, then banged his head against the wall, willing his cock to go down before he followed. Outside, he could hear someone calling his name and he hurried out to get his last minute instructions for the match.

On the other side of the room, a chair squeaked as a lone figure stood, his fists clenching at his sides. Now he knew. He had seen and heard it for himself. There was no more mystery - only anger…jealousy…rage. Who the hell would have ever thought… He threw his head back, his face contorted in silent rage. He would put an end to this tonight.



Everyone stood around the locker room, congratulating each other on another good show. Dave dried himself, stealing glances across the room once again. This time, though, he was searching for his lover, not sending him secret signals. He had seen him in the hallway earlier as he was going to take a shower, but he hadn't come back yet.

Dave dressed slowly, knowing that the promise he was given earlier couldn't be fulfilled until his lover was ready to go. He sat on the bench, trying his best to appear nonchalant. Ty noticed him and came over, sitting next to Dave on the bench. "Don't worry, man," he said with a smile. "Loverboy will be back soon and you get on with the fun and games."

Dave nodded absently. "I just…" he shrugged before smiling at Ty. "I dunno. I have one of those feelings." Ty nodded in understanding. He had known Dave long enough that when he had a feeling, something was usually up. "You want me to go look for him?" Ty offered. Dave shook his head as he stood. "I'll do it," he said. "but you can come with me if you want."



The conference room was still dark. Two people still occupied the space. Yet, this time, it wasn't a secret tryst between lovers. It was a confrontation between the man that had stolen Dave's heart…and the man that wanted his body, mind and soul. His lover stood in the same spot he had earlier, this time pressed face-first against the wall.

Growled threats replaced the hushed murmurings of love he had heard before the show. His heart was still racing, for a very different reason this time. He didn't understand the other man's anger, didn't realize the extent of his madness. But the feel of his face being scraped along the wallpaper was beginning to give him a picture - but it wasn't one that he wanted to see.

"He's mine," the big man growled in his ear. "He doesn't know it yet, but you have no right to claim him. You are nothing. You are nobody. Tonight, when you leave here, you'll tell him that this was a mistake, that you don't want to see him any more. Do you understand?"

He couldn't have nodded, even if he wanted to. His head was being pressed further into the wall. He wondered how long he had been in the room with him, if Dave had noticed his absence yet. He hoped…he prayed…he tried his best to send a message to his lover, willing him to come to his rescue. Not that he couldn't have taken the other man, but in his position it was impossible to even make a move.



Dave and Ty had searched the entire arena and were making their way back to the locker room when Jay rounded the corner. Seeing Dave, he ran up to him as both began to speak at the same time - "Have you seen…?" Worry etched deeply across Dave's face as he realized that something was not right. He ran down the hallway, calling his lover's name as the other two men followed him.

Suddenly, Dave stopped and turned in another direction, heading for the room they had been in earlier. He tried to open the door but it wouldn't move. He looked down, trying to find the lock but there wasn't one. Something was blocking the door. With an animalistic growl, he kicked open the door and rushed in. He saw his lover pressed against the wall.

Hunter jumped back when light flooded the room. Dave saw the look of fright on Chris' face and never hesitated as he crossed the room and grabbed Hunter by the throat. Hunter hit the wall before he knew what was happening. Dave crushed his body against him, baring his teeth as he growled, "what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Chris turned to Dave, putting a hand gently on his arm. "He said…" his voice croaked as he rubbed the bruises starting to form there. Hunter looked at Chris, his eyes begging him not to say anything. "He said you were his, you just didn't know it yet. He said I had to leave you or else…" Dave leaned down, kissing Chris' forehead before turning back to Hunter.

"I am not yours. I'll never be yours," he said calmly. "Even if I didn't love Chris, I would never even want you. You disgust me. You sicken me." Dave pulled Hunter away from the wall, only to slam him back again. His head bounced off like a rubber ball. "I catch you near him again, and I will personally see to it that you never walk, talk, eat, sleep, blink or even take a piss on your own again. You understand that?"

Hunter nodded slowly. Dave looked at him and smiled. Slowly, he lowered Hunter back down till his feet touched the floor. When the tight grip on his throat was released, Hunter gasped for breath. Dave patted him on the chest. "I told ya before, man. Everybody gets what they deserve." Dave reached out and Chris slipped his hand into the same grip that had almost choked the life out of Hunter.

With a smile, the pair walked out into the hallway. Ty and Jay followed them to the locker room. Dave grabbed his bags, then took Chris' from his hand. Holding him close, they made their way to the parking lot, climbing into the backseat of the car Ty was driving. Chris snuggled close to Dave, resting his head on his chest. Dave looked down as Chris murmured something.

"What was that?" Dave asked, cupping Chris' chin as he raised his head to look into his eyes. "My knight in shining armor," he repeated. Dave chuckled softly. Leaning down, he kissed Chris on the cheek, then whispered, "does this mean I get to show you what I can do with my mighty sword tonight?" Their laughter caused Jay to turn around and stare at them. "You two are mad," he said. "Simply mad." Neither of them could argue with that.