Dave's heart thumped in his chest as he ran up the seven flights of stairs, but he didn't notice. He needed to get up there. He had to see him before he left. If only he was still in his room. The lady at the desk had assured him that none of the band had left yet, but he had to be sure.

He took the last set of stairs two at a time and burst into the hallway of the seventh floor. He didn't stop to catch his breath. His hands curled into tight fists and he started running down the hall.

"God, please let him still be here!"

The pictures on the walls blurred past him as he ran. Muted colors of red, blue, yellow, green melted together as he soared past them. His eyes shifted back and forth between the two sides, reading the numbers. Room 738-that's what he was looking for.

712.
714.
716.

His fingernails dug into his palms and he gritted his teeth. His heart was pounding more now, the perfect counter beat to his heavy footsteps. But, Dave wasn't winded. All that cardio he did every day worked to his advantage. He just couldn't shake the feeling that he'd fucked up too bad to fix everything.

He turned the corner and skidded to a stop as he ran into another body. The other fell back, landing on his rear, and Dave looked down.

"Shit! I'm sorry, man," he apologized and offered his hand.

The other man smiled and shook his head as he climbed to his feet.

"S'okay," he said. He brushed his jeans off then paused to look closely at Dave. "You're Batista, aren't ya?"

"Yeah."

Dave's eyes shifted nervously around the hall. He wanted to get going, but this guy was now talking a mile a minute.

"...and I was just telling my friends the other day how impressed I've been lately with your in-ring work. You're the shit, man!" he was saying enthusiastically, "Really, the fuckin shit! What are you doin here, though?"

"Personal business."

The fan was so excited that he didn't notice how curt Dave was being. His eyes were bright and a huge grin was plastered on his face as he stared at Dave.

"So, you think that the fans will vote for you for that IC match at Taboo Tuesday? I know that I am! They'd hafta be fuckin crazy NOT to vote for you! In fact, I'm telling all my friends to-"

"Look, man," Dave finally interrupted, "I really got somewhere to be and-"

"Oh, hey! No problem!" The fan grinned. "It was awesome talking to you! Thanks, dude!" He waved as Dave stepped past him and continued his journey down the hall. "Fucking cool as hell!"

Dave glanced at the numbers on the wall as he went past them again. 728, 730-he was getting closer now. His mouth felt dry and he swallowed hard a couple of times. What if he wasn't there anymore? What if talking to that fan had cost him the precious few minutes he craved? His mind raced with questions. What if he didn't want to see him after what had happened last time they'd talked? What if the lady at the front desk was wrong and the whole band had already left before he'd gotten there? Dave couldn't bear the thought of not getting to tell him what he was thinking, how he felt.

Room 738.

He stopped in front of the door. Could he really do this? His palms were sweaty and he wiped them on the front of his jeans as he took a deep breath. It was now or never.

The door opened a moment after he knocked. A bottle of Corona in one hand, cigarette in the other, shirt open revealing the sun tattoo around his navel, the silver hoop in his right nipple reflecting the hallway light, a look of surprise on his face as he raised one eyebrow-Dave thought he had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

"What's up, man?"

Dave only stared at him. His eyes scanned over the body in front of him, wanting to take in every single detail.

"David, why are you here?"

He raised his eyes from the tiny silver hoop he'd been staring at and looked into thoughtful hazel eyes.

"I needed to...I hafta tell you something, Sully."

There, it was out now.

"Well?"

Dave glanced around the hall. He wasn't sure where that fan had gone after he'd left him.

"Can we go inside?" he asked, voice low.

The other man nodded. He stepped back into the room and motioned for Dave to enter.

"Want a beer?"

Dave shook his head. He looked down at his hands as the other man took a long swig from the bottle in his hand before setting it down. His eyes roamed around the room until they settled on Dave's tall, wide form standing next to the bed.

"Well?" he asked again. He took a seat on the bed, crossing his legs underneath. His free hand patted the space next to him as he took a drag off the cigarette in the other. "I ain't gonna bite-you can sit down."

"Yeah." The bed dipped under the extra weight as Dave took a seat. "How ya been?"

"Good as can be expected, I guess." Hazel eyes searched warm brown ones as he took another drag. He flicked the ashes into the tray next to him and put out the butt. "So, why are you here? I thought after last time you said you never wanted to see me again..."

"I did..." Dave answered softly. He turned and looked out the window.

"And? Man, I can't read your mind! I'm not a fucking mind reader, ya know!"

"Sully, I was wrong."

"Say what?" His eyebrows rose and he reached for the open cigarette pack on the beside table. "The almighty Batista admitted he was wrong about something? It's the fucking end of the fucking world!"

"Shut up," Dave retorted, smirking slightly. He stretched his neck from side to side and turned back to Sully. "I'm serious though. I was wrong last time. You're not my property and if you wanna sleep with others then that's your business. Like you said, we're not serious or anything..."

Sully lit another cigarette and stuck it in his mouth. He stared at Dave as he puffed. His mind was working a mile a minute, trying to process what he'd just heard.

Meanwhile, Dave's eyes had gone back to roaming over the other man's body once again. They scanned across his shoulders and down his arms, tracing the tattoos there. It wasn't his eyes that he wanted to trace them with, however. His tongue flicked out and he ran the smooth metal of his tongue ring across his lower lip as he shifted his position on the bed.

"If you want to live that way then I shouldn't oppose it," he continued a moment later when he still got no response from him. Sully set the cigarette in the ashtray and ran a hand through his hair.

"I don't want to."

"Huh?"

"I said that I don't want to," Sully repeated, "I don't want to fuck anyone else. I'm fucking sick of it!"

"Then why'd you-"

"Scared," Sully interrupted. He coughed and grabbed for the ashtray again. "Dammit, David, I was scared!"

"You shouldn't be smoking all the time like that. It'll mess your voice up, not to mention your health." Dave paused and bit his lip. "Why were you scared?"

He only got a shrug as an answer. He bit down harder on his lip. Looks like he'd have to try something else to get an answer out of Sully.

"I want you," he told him. He reached over and grabbed the ashtray out of Sully's hand, putting it out before setting everything back on the bedside table. He grabbed the other man's arm and pulled him closer. "I don't care about anything else right now. I don't give a shit what you were scared of." His fingers tugged at the shirt sleeve covering the arm he was holding. "I. Want. You."

"Is that so, sunshine?" Sully smirked and leaned forward. His mouth moved closer and he brushed his lips against Dave's left cheek.

Dave leaned into the soft touch. His fingers itched to touch Sully's body, to trace the multitude of ink covering it as he explored every inch of flesh. His hands found Sully's hips and he pulled him closer, not stopping until the smaller man was straddling him. Two jean-covered erections rubbed against each other as Sully pressed his mouth against Dave's, his arms wrapping around his thick neck. Their tongues intertwined as their bodies pressed even closer.

"God, I missed this," Dave said breathlessly as he slipped the shirt off Sully's shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He hissed sharply as the other man alternately licked and nipped at his neck. "Fuck, that feels good."

"Mmmhmm."

Soft fingers slipped under Dave's shirt, teasing the skin, running over the hard muscles. They briefly skimmed over the tattoo surrounding his navel and Dave sighed softly. The touch was gently, soothing, and it made him want the other man even more. He leaned his head down, his tongue reaching out to lick at the designs covering the arm in front of him.

"Enough fucking around," Sully told him, eyes closed and head leaning on Dave's chest, as Dave's tongue stopped at his wrist, "I want you in me."

He slipped off the other man's lap and unbuttoned his jeans. He smirked as Dave slipped his shirt off and unbuttoned his own jeans.

The clothes were quickly tossed to the side.

"Wait, what about-" Dave asked as Sully climbed back onto his lap and positioned himself over Dave's waiting cock.

"I told you I didn't want any fucking around," the smaller man answered. His eyes squeezed shut as he lowered his body down and felt the tip of Dave's erection press against his hole. His nails dug into the strong shoulders in front of him as Dave gripped his hips. "I'll be okay. Just...go...slow..."

Slowly, inch by inch, second by second, Sully lowered himself down. He didn't stop until Dave's cock was deep inside. His forehead pressed against Dave's as sweat trickled down his face. He began bouncing slowly at first-the feeling of something as big as the other man's cock inside him took getting used to after so long of going without it. His breath came out in short gasps as he began moving faster.

Dave's mouth pressed against Sully's ear as he moved one hand down to stroke at the cock pressed between their two bodies. He stroked slowly at first, wanting to draw out the experience as much as possible. His teeth tugged at the silver hoop inside his lover's ear, making Sully moan. He thrust up into the body riding him and soon he was stroking faster, harder.

The two bodies moved together, both wanting to make the other come first. Moans filled the air and Dave growled as Sully's teeth bit into his shoulder, breaking the skin there. He tightened his grip around the cock in his hand and Sully couldn't hold back any longer. His face pressed into Dave's neck as his body rocked back and forth while he found release. His muscles tightened around Dave's cock, causing the bigger man to thrust deeper.

"Shit, David," he gasped as he spurted out the last of his hot release onto his lover's hand and stomach. His mouth moved back down to Dave's shoulder and he licked at the few drops of blood there. Dave couldn't take it anymore. He wrapped both arms tightly around Sully's body and thrust once more into him. He growled low as a moment later, he too found release.

"Fuckin good," was the only thing Sully could say after they'd both had time to catch their breath. He licked once more at Dave's shoulder before slipping away from him. His hands reached blindly for the cigarette Dave had put out earlier.

"Will you tell me why you were scared now?"

Smoke wafted up from Sully's face as he fell back on the bed, cigarette hanging from his mouth once again. His hands slipped behind his head and he stared up at the ceiling.

"Sully?"

"Why the hell did you hafta bring that back up?" he sighed, "Couldn't we just lay here and forget I fuckin said it?"

"No." Dave laid down next to him and stared at the ceiling as well. "I didn't just come here to apologize. I...I fucking love you."

Sully closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I said I love you."

"And what do you want me to say?" Sully asked without opening his eyes, "You know that I don't do well with this whole emotions thing, man." He sighed again and placed the cigarette back into the ashtray. "Look, I...I care for you. I don't know if I can say that I love you, though. But I don't wanna fucking be with anyone else but you." He opened one eye and looked over at Dave. "Is that enough?"

"Is that why you were scared and pushed me away before?"

"Yes," he sighed, "That's why I was scared. Because I care for you, dammit! This whole relationship thing is-well, it's weird." He reached down and grabbed a blanket from the bottom of the bed. "You staying here for awhile or what?"

Dave nodded as Sully pulled the blanket across their bodies and rested his head against his chest. He cared-at least that was something, Dave thought as he closed his eyes. And being here with Sully was better than not being with him at all. And he did love him no matter what. Serenity, that's what it was with him, Dave thought before drifting off to sleep.

As I sit here and slowly close my eyes
I take another deep breath
And feel the wind pass through my body
I'm the one in your soul
Reflecting the light
Protect the ones who hold you
Cradling your inner child

It's serenity
In a place where I can hide
I need serenity
Nothing changes, days go by

Where do we go when we just don't know
And how do we relight the flame when it's cold
Why do we dream when I thought mean nothing
And when will we learn to control

Tragic visions slowly stole my life
Tore away everything
Cheating me out of my time
I'm the one who loves you
No matter wrong or right
And every day I hold you
I hold you with my inner child

It's serenity
In a place where I can hide
I need serenity
Nothing changes, days go by

Where do we go when we just don't know
And how do we relight the flame when it's cold
Why do we dream when I thought mean nothing
And when will we learn to control

Where do we go when we just don't know
And how do we relight the flame when it's cold
Why do we dream when I thought mean nothing
And when will we learn to control

I need serenity [x2