"For Christ's sakes, stop looking in the damn mirror and come to bed."

The tone of the voice made Mark stop admiring himself and turn to face his lover in the bed. He smiled slightly-the type of smile reserved for when dealing with insolent children who don't understand a thing-and gestured to his near naked body.

"I was just making sure everything looks good."

"It looks good, MJ." His lover rolled his eyes and patted the empty space next to him. "Now get your ass in here and go to sleep!"

"The Reflection must make sure all is right before he rests for the night," Mark sniffed and turned back to the mirror. He flexed a couple of time, noting how ripped he'd become in the past few months and grinned in satisfaction. "God, I'm gorgeous," he said softly.

He ran his hands across the toned muscles of his stomach. His fingers stopped at the waistband of his boxer-briefs and toyed with the elastic there. Should he? He slipped them down across his hips.

More perfect muscles were exposed to the mirror.

"Now that's how hip dents should look," Mark told himself.

He turned sideways and checked that view as well.

"Yeah, I'm gorgeous."

His hands slipped his underwear down a bit more and he grinned again. Now just a tease of what lay beneath his clothing was showing. He decided that a check of his perfectly shaped ass was warranted first, and dropped the back of his underwear down and turned. He craned his neck, trying to get the best view of his rear.

"MJ…"

Mark turned his head to the bed and raised an eyebrow. His lover sighed and beckoned for him to come over.

"The Reflection is not finished yet," Mark told him.

Mark turned back to the mirror and continued to check his body out. He was so absorbed in the task that he didn't see the other man in the room get out of bed and walk to the door. He didn't even hear the bedroom door slam shut either.

Grabbing his rear with his hands, Mark smirked in satisfaction. As usual, his ass was perfect. Nice and firm. He squeezed and looked in the mirror again. Very firm. No wonder everyone in the back always checked his ass out. It was perfect.

The Reflection of Perfection wouldn't have it anything less of course.

His hands maneuvered back around to the front and he grabbed his underwear. He yanked them down in one swift motion and turned to face the mirror once again. His rock-hard cock sprang forth and his hands hovered right above it. This was the epitome of perfection, he thought as he ran his hands softly over his member. No one was perfect unless they happened to be blessed with one very large and thick cock. All the muscles in the world wouldn't do shit for them unless they were hung like a horse. And the Reflection was.

"I really am perfect," Mark whispered as he stared in awe at the image in the mirror, "I'm so fucking perfect that it's scary."

"Yeah you are," a deep male voice said from behind him.

Mark whirled around and looked at the man standing in his doorway. His jaw dropped open and he didn't even try to cover his naked flesh up.

"But Jindrak, you're taking this too far," the man continued. He stepped to the side and Mark's lover walked in. "He wants you to stop looking in the mirror so much." He rolled his eyes. "It's just a gimmick, man."

"But I AM perfect," Mark argued.

"Yeah MJ, you are," his lover sighed in agreement, "But you're starting to get on my nerves now."

"But the Reflection of Perfection must always keep up-"

"And stop referring to yourself in the third person!"

Mark narrowed his eyes at his lover and turned back to face the mirror once again. He tried to focus on his perfect body, but the other two kept talking like he wasn't even there. How dare they interrupt his focus as he tried to stare at the perfection that was he! Mark rolled his eyes and tried flexing to get his mind off the other two.

"Will you stop with all the fucking posing?" his lover exploded as he saw Mark flex.

"It's my nightly-"

"Just shut up and go to fucking bed!" His lover sighed and looked over at the other man in the room. "Has he always been this bad?"

"Not always," he replied. He smiled briefly as he watched Mark ignore his lover and continue posing in front of the mirror. "He wasn't that bad in WCW when we were there. I think it's something that gets stronger as he grows up."

"He's talking like that on his website now."

"He thinks he's perfect." The other man shrugged. "Can you blame him?"

"He's driving me insane!"

"The Reflection can hear everything that you're saying."

"Then the Reflection should cover his ears if he doesn't want to hear it!" his lover snapped.

Mark turned to look at his lover and sniffed. He stuck his nose in the air and walked over to the bed slowly. Refusing to give into him, Mark grabbed hand held mirror off the bedside table and started looking at his reflection in there.

"You should really learn to see my side of the picture," Mark told them. He checked his hair and ran a hand through it before continuing. "The Reflection of Perfection can't help it that he's so damn perfect that everyone wants to constantly check him out…even the Reflection himself. It's just a price I hafta pay for being so damn good-looking."

"This has really gotten over the top now." His lover sighed and shrugged at the other man there. "What do I do?"

"Leave the Reflection to stare at himself and go out and party with me."

"Do what?"

The other man laughed and stroked his short goatee.

"I was joking." His face turned serious. "But seriously Orton, if you're going to stay with Mark then you better get used to this gimmick. I don't think he's going to give it up quite so easily." He glanced over at the bed where Mark was still looking in the mirror and added, "To tell ya the truth, I think he believes it now."

"I AM perfect," Mark mumbled.

"Look, leave him to his mirrors and come get a drink with me…we'll discuss this problem more over some beer."

Mark's lover sighed and looked at the bed.

"He won't even notice that you're gone." The other man shrugged. "It's just a drink, man."

"The Reflection will be fine here by himself," Mark told his lover, "Go get a drink." He licked his lips and moved the hand mirror down to his washboard abs. "Damn, I'm fine."

"See?"

Mark's lover shrugged and followed the man out the door. He looked back once over his shoulder and saw that Mark hadn't even looked up as they left. He really was getting to arrogant for his own good.

Mark sighed and ran a hand down his chest to play over his ripped stomach. He just didn't understand why everyone got so upset when he looked in the mirror. He had to make sure he kept up his perfect appearance. Sometimes it really was hard being so damn perfect.