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Dave no longer knew what he was doing. Well, he did knew what he was doing, which is running away from his best friend, but still he found no logic to it. Getting real, he did found the logic to it: Dave was terrified of seeing Randy, afraid any of his feelings would slip and have Randy know what kind of friend he had; afraid to see that heartbroken look on Randy’s face again, and know his own heart would be bleeding, screaming, begging to be near the very person his best friend was grieving for was more than he could handle… which brought him to his present dilemma, in which he had spent the last four days of his life avoiding Randy at all costs: making unneeded visits to the bathroom, getting lost, ‘forgetting’ appointments or checking his voice messages, even doing so much as to changing rooms, with the excuse of not liking something of the one previously assigned to him, when in reality the only things he didn’t like was the fact that it was next to Randy’s, and that could only lead to some serious distress.

/You can’t go on like this forever, Dave, it’s not like you did anything wrong/ a part of him said.

/you call falling for the same guy as you’re best friend ‘anything wrong’?!??!!/ Another part of him supplied.

/It’s not like you fucked him or anything, or let him fuck you, anyways/

“I wish I had…” /I think I’d feel a little less… stressed, if I only knew what it would be like to be with Taker/

“Talking to yourself, Dave??” Blood left his face, he froze right where he stood, not moving a muscle at the words, already knowing just who was talking to him without even turning, the last person he expected to see, or ever wanted to see right now: The Undertaker.

Before turning, Dave gave a small prayer. /let it be a mind trick, mind trick, mind trick…/ But it was not a mind trick, when he turned the Undertaker was looking at him, standing right in front of him, looking at him with an eyebrow raised and his head cocked to the side. Taking in the man before him, Dave noticed the Undertaker, though dressed differently, still looked good enough to eat!! A cotton, long-sleeved navy shirt with two buttons undone, letting a nice looking gothic crucifix be seen, along with the older man’s neck, and one of those tight leather pants the Undertaker likes to wear so much, a leather jacket was draped over the almost seven-footer’s shoulder. Dave had only seen the man for about 5 seconds, and he was already salivating!!!

“That’s never a good sign” Undertaker said, and Dave only let out a soft ‘huh??’, his mind had been too taken away as too how strong Taker’s arms looked under that shirt. ”talking to yourself, it’s never a good sign” Taker explained himself smoothly, an almost sinfully sexy smile tugging the edge of his lips. Beneath him, Dave felt his knees just about to buckle. Luckily, there were a few benches around, so he sat down on one of them.

“I’ve been a little stressed lately” Was all Dave said. Well, more like it was all he COULD say, considering how nervous he was at the moment. Then, to his utter surprise, the Undertaker sat down on the bench, right next to him.

“Wanna talk about it?? You know, maybe the voice of experience could help you out” Taker offered himself, and Dave wondered if he looked as pale as he felt scared. What the hell was going on?? Now Taker wanted to talk to him and shit, sure he and Taker had had little talks and all, but there had never seemed to be a deep connection, now this dream of man was speaking to him as if there had known each other their entire lives!!

“It’s sort of personal” Dave carefully said, avoiding the older man’s heavy gaze. Taker’s sight was so heavy he could actually feel it: on his face, his arms, his chest… god, it seemed like Taker was stripping his off everything he owned with this eyes. Dave hated himself, for a part of him wished the Undertaker would be doing the same damn thing he thought he was doing: stripping him naked.

“Suit yourself” Taker calmly said, then turned to look at the young man sitting next to him, If Dave blushed just a little more, he’d look like a tomato… a very much ready to pick tomato, Taker’s mind informed, eyeing the younger male with just enough amount of hunger to be flirtous, yet not enough to be scary, Taker’s been attracted to the younger male a bit too long to scare the kid off on the first try. If only Dave would look at him to notice.

“You know any restaurants around here??” The question shocked Dave to the core. Restaurant?? Without being able to help himself, he looked at the man sitting next to him, and the rapid beating began once more the moment their eyes met, and then, quite softly, Taker whispered: “I’m starving” looking deeply into Dave’s eyes, who nearly fall off the bench at the words. Surely, Taker hadn’t meant—Had he??

“Mhm… I saw one, a few blocks away” Dave mindlessly said, a little hypnotized by Taker’s tongue picking out of his mouth to lick the older man’s upper lip. God, the things he had dreamed about that tongue!!

“Great!! Lead the way, I’ll buy you lunch” The older man said, standing up, and, surprisingly, taking Dave’s hand in his. Dave was too entranced by the heat coming fro Taker’s hand to not refuse.

Now walking with the Undertaker to a restaurant to have lunch was something, but RIDING on the Undertaker’s bike to a restaurant because Taker had INVITED him was something entirely else!! One, because he didn’t know what to expect from Taker, the guy had been so outstandingly charming and sexy in this little talk he was still trying his brain to process the fact that in less than five minutes the Undertaker had managed to brake months of denial, stubbornness and resolution of not coming near the guy with just a few words and, an outstandingly hot outfit and that sexy aura going on around him. Dave vaguely wondered if he would really be able to refuse his dream man should Taker decide to make a move on him.

The bike’s engine started, bringing Dave out of his actual train of thought, and, unknown to Dave, Taker deliberately speed his way from the start, which startled Dave, who was not used to hang around bikes, and on reflex tightened his strong arms around the phenom’s waist.

To himself, the Undertaker smiled, feeling Dave’s arms tighten around his waist as he sped up some more. “You ain’t scared, are you, Dave??” Taker said, lightly angling his head back.

“Well, I’m not very used to bike riding, you know?? I never really liked them much, no offense”

“None taken” yet Taker made a couple of turns to avoid traffic that almost made Dave jump off the damn bike, moving or not. Ahead of him, Taker could swear he could actually feel Dave’s pulse over his ribs now. Something caught his attention, though, just where Dave’s hands were, he felt warm, heated, as if Dave’s hands emanated a heat all over the place he touched, for he could also feel it across his back, and the rest of his body felt cold, as if missing the warmth of Dave. “Just curios… you going through a fever or something?? You feel… hot”

“No, that’s a natural thing for me… Veins are superficial, making my skin feel hot” It wasn’t something usual, but it was something not unheard of. Behind Taker, Dave laughed. “Randy says I’m made for sleeping under during the winter, and that—“ Dave abruptly stopped, thinking of his best friend, and Taker could actually feel him tensing up behind him. “There’s the restaurant” Dave signaled, and Taker took the bike to the parking lot, and made a smooth stop on the bike area. Before he had even turned the engine off, Dave had jumped off the bike, and was fidgeting a bit, not much, but just enough for him to notice, even if Taker could say Dave was trying to hide it.

“Well, let’s go in” Taker simply said, and just before Dave could come up with an excuse not to enter, the older man began walking to the restaurant, leaving Dave to trail behind.

They settled in a nice table in an opened area, which held a nice sight of a nearby beach, and Dave caught himself looking at the view, thinking how he would’ve liked to be in this very same place, with the very same person sitting in front of him, only in an entirely different situation, in which he didn’t feel like the bloodiest of traitors.

Then, mostly due to a small attempt of keeping conversation from Dave and a lot of unexpected charisma from the Undertaker, the pair fell into a light conversation, in which both men talked about pretty much anything that came to mind, from their favorite food to childhood tricks, this lunch was one Dave was sure he would never forget. This lunch was something like the Undertaker had never had, he had never had such an immediate connection with anyone in his entire life.

At some time between the main plate and dessert, both men suddenly went silent, and then looking at each other, until Dave couldn’t take it and broke the silence.

“This is… it seems so surreal” He said, with a half laugh, which was answered with another half smile by Taker. “I mean—“

“I know what you mean” Taker interrupted, and Dave felt his blood going cold, did Taker really knew what was going on with him?!?!? Not that it was too secret, something had to slip during the conversation, Dave being so nervous and all… then Taker’s unusual rich laughter brought him back out of his hypnotic phase. Dave nearly lost his appetite in shock, he could’ve sworn, if it had been someone but the Undertaker, the person in front of him would be blushing, the older man had pretty much all the other symptoms of a blushing person. “I think I’ve never had such a quick connection with someone else, I mean, how many words have you changed before this afternoon in your entire career?? fifty??” Dave laughed, there were actually 48, but Taker was pretty close and who was actually counting?? “Wasted time, that’s what that was… If I had known I’d like you so much, I would’ve reached you sooner, matter of fact, I wish I had”

/I wish that too/ Dave immediately thought, as Mark, as Taker wanted him to call him now, drank some of his drink. “It would’ve been nice” Dave settled for saying, not giving much, but giving enough.

Then something he had both longed and dreaded happened: Reaching across the table, well, more like just moving his hand a bit, Mark’s hand fall on top of his, and held it when Mark felt Dave’s hand slipping away. “You got no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this”

Dave let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, then held two more breaths. This wasn’t happening. This was NOT happening to him. The Undertaker wasn’t coming on to him like this, not with so much charm, not in this beautiful Italian, sea-sighted restaurant, not looking so deep into his eyes Dave felt naked under the piercing gaze!! He couldn’t let this happen… scratch that, he WOULDN’T let this happen!! He had to get out, he had to put Mar—Taker, he chastised himself, in his place and not give him the lightest of chances of thinking Dave would fall for him.

“Me too” Dave said, taking his hand away quite quickly, already missing the heat of Mark’s. He entertained himself by drinking his juice, more like to gather control than to take the feel of Mark’s skin again. If only Mark hadn’t looked so sensually pleased with his previously said words. “I mean, you’re a wrestling legend, one of my favorites ever since I started watching wrestling, you know?? Of course I would like to get to know my idol” A part of Dave’s heart broke, there was a mix of expressions going through Mark’s face as he had said those words he almost felt bad for the older man. Almost, for he couldn’t back down now.

What the hell had happened?!?!?!? It was all perfect, wonderful, they were speaking like old times friends and the constant smiles and indirect flirting had been quite teasing, and all of the sudden, Dave just says he’d like to meet him because he was a wrestling legend!! After Mark had actually decided to go for the attack and finally make his ever present dreams about the younger male to make them a reality!! Now he was just an idol?!?!!?

“I think we had a bit of a—“

“No. We didn’t have a misunderstanding” Dave interrupted Taker, and almost winced at how cold his voice sounded, and Mark looking as though he was a totally strange person was killing him on the inside. “I am not willing to have some sort of… liaison” Mark arched an eyebrow at that word. “With you… First off, no matter who or what you are to me, or how much I Might want this, it will take more than a pretty restaurant and some 30 minutes chit chat” Now Mark raised both eyebrows: he didn’t think speaking of family adventures and the night his parents died or growing with Glenn at his side was classified as ‘chit chat’. “to get me to even consider having something with you, not because I’m picky, materialistic or anything, I just think that when two people get involve, it takes a little more than hormones to rule the relationship out, for that type of things, we all go through adolescence, even though some maybe stuck there still” /Well, I’ll be damn/ Mark thought. /The kid’s calling me a teenager!! I’m flattered… Didn’t know I looked that good/

“Second, Though your mind may not be caught up with that fact, you COULD be my father” Mark had to sustain his laughter there, that had to be the lamest excuse he had ever heard, but Mark didn’t think it would do him well to laugh out loud in front of Dave at the moment. “And that is a image I’d like to keep away from both my mind and my romantic/sexual life… and third… How dare you???” Mark had the elegance to look just a little confused at the accusation. “Randy is my best friend, how dare you try to seduce after braking his heart??” Oh… It was all clear to Mark now, so this is that missing little piece that hadn’t fall into his puzzle, the reason as to why Dave hadn’t even try to come close to him, even if he could tell by far how Dave’s eyes burnt every time they met; his body language, the small, barely caught sexy smiles… Randy was his best friend. /Fuck, of all guys you had to get together with the one that’s the best friend of the guy you REALLY want/

“I didn’t know that” Mark mumbled, more to himself than anything. Dave heard that though.

“As I said, you don’t know me, so my personal life is of no business to you…” Dave stopped, Mark had those ice blue eyes on him again, those piercing blue eyes that made his skin curl around itself, then uncurl to start tingling. He felt like Mark could now see right through him. Dave had to get out. Now. Otherwise, his wonderful display a few minutes ago would go down the drain.

Not knowing his display was already down the drain, Dave said a short and cold ‘thanks for lunch, if it is with the same motive, don’t bother to ask me again’ and left, leaving Mark to see on the table alone with his thoughts.

Mark saw the younger male going away, and smiled to himself: Dave was much more special than he had ever thought Dave would be. At first, he had only seen that muscular, toned, gorgeous body, but on close and further inspection Mark the young man had many qualities, and a part of him had been hungry to discover all of them for a while, yet if it hadn’t been for that slip with Randy, he would have Dave in his arms by now… Damn it, why did he have to take that blasted boy into his bed?!?! Sure, Randy hadn’t forced him, but he sure as hell had jumped him on the weakest of his moments, just when he had fallen into a lonely and cold depression… Now, thinking back on the day, he discovered he DID wanted to keep on being in touch with Dave, for it was clear as water the younger male meant exactly the opposite as to what he had said, and that little dignity display made the hunt just about ten times more exciting: Dave didn’t seem to be the ordinary hot stuff, there was something about him that said he was more than just apathetic relationship, and that exactly was the type of thing Mark was looking, and he’d be damn if he let the chance go by because of o an affair with Randy Orton!!! About Randy… he’d had to simply solve that little problem, make Dave realize he couldn’t sacrifice his own happiness for someone else, for no one was worth that love.

It had taken him 10 minutes to get a cab, fifteen to get the poor driver outta the shock he was actually taking Batista in the back seat, then it took 30 minutes of patience and calmness out of his life to talk with each and everyone of the driver’s immediate relatives, which all seemed to be his very most grandest fans, then 20 minutes to get to the hotel, 15 minutes to get a crazed chick off himself, 15 more minutes to cope with the fact he was already forced to attend a WWE party he didn’t want to attend and 10 minutes to get to his hotel room, all the while -and I mean since he stood from the table at the restaurant- wanting to bang his head on the nearest hard thing for rejecting the man of his dreams!!!… just when Dave thought this day couldn’t get any worst, he noticed Randy was sitting on his hotel room bed, his attention on a card exactly like one he held in his right hand.

“Glad you finally showed up, Dave” Randy said, still looking at the card, a gesture that Dave knew was something to be frightened of: When Randy Orton pretended to ignore you, it is because there was something big pissing him off, and that something is very likely to be you. “What you think about this??” Randy asked, still looking at the card. “A Hawaiian party!! All males must attend in hawaiian cloth skirts and girls with palm tree leaves made skirts and coconuts bras… It’ll be something to remember, Vince really outdid himself in this summer party, seems like he got something out of last year”

Dave smiled to himself, Vince always threw a party every summer with a specific topic, last year had been cross-dressing; it didn’t take long for Vince to realize not many wrestlers like pompous dresses and make-up, let alone those damned high heels the specialist Vince hired to dress the wrestler gave each of them. It was quite funny in the end, he’ll never forget seeing Kane with a blond wig and a fuscia dress so revealing that only competed with Randy’s low-cleft deep green dress, which made them look much more than just a little feminine… actually, the dresses seemed to make their curves look, well… accentuated, somehow… from that day on, he always knew Randy had a bit of a shameless bastard within himself, and then suspected Kane to have a hidden trasvesty complex. “You’re going, right??” Dave huffed at the question.

“As if I had a choice” Dave grumbled, knowing the worst thing about Vince’s mad ass parties were that, aside from a little crazy, were obligatory to assist, if you’re invited and didn’t go, you’d get fired on the spot, if you go to the party and, even if you’re dying to, do the lightest thing to provoke someone, you’re fired too.

“Well, you don’t…” Randy stated the obvious, the sat down on the edge of the bed, next to Dave. “Wonder what you’ll wear, I’m sure you’ll look even better than last year with my help” Dave’s brows drew together, and his lips curved down in a deep frown: He may be gay, but if he had to wear a red, strapless, skimpy dress thanks to Randy’s fashion advices, he’d jump off the nearest bridge.

“Guess I’ll look like a homeless, then” He grumbled.

“So that means you’re going naked??” Randy had the audacity to sound excited b the idea.

“No!!!” Dave answered so quick and loud, Randy actually jumped a bit. Dave quickly willed himself to calm down, it wasn’t Randy’s fault he’s been having the shittiest days of his life. “No, I just—“

“Why didn’t you tell me Taker was around??” Dave’s mind went in shock, how could Randy know he had seen Taker?? “Word is he’s been hanging around, talking to Vince since yesterday”

Dave decided to be as impartial as ever. “Word is??” Dave carefully repeated.

“Yeah… as if, it’s only a rumor” Randy said, once again paying his attention to the card on his hand.

“If it’s a rumor, then why should I know about it??” Randy turned his gaze from the card to Dave, giving him a look. A ‘don’t try to joke me’ look.

“You’re the one who gets alone with the greatest gossiper alive. The only one, I think, that can actually stand the guy” Dave rolled his eyes.

“Come on, Randy, I’ve told you before, it’s not like Kennedy’s all that bad” He said, avoiding the look Randy was sure to be giving him at the moment, knowing himself that though Kenny really wasn’t that bad, he wasn’t all that good either.

“I don’t have to remember you the scandal he armed outta that little joke” Randy retorted, crossing his arms and looking quite insulted.

“Little joke?!?!??!” Dave couldn’t believe his ears. “You had him trapped for three hours with that little green nymphomaniac freak Finlay’s always taking everywhere, you know, the one that would hump on trees if he saw a hole low enough for him to fit his cock in!!! Sometimes, I can still hear the screaming and the bumping and the sound coming from inside that janitor closet!!” Randy had to stifle a laugh; it had been a really funny prank.

“But it doesn’t justify him saying I take cock from just about anyone crossing my path” Randy had the dignity to actually look insulted, even if these types of accusations affected him no more, it was just that Dave didn’t know they didn’t.

“Well, you do have a very large liking of taking cocks lately” Dave informed, rather matter-of-factly, Randy had been having some very slutty behaviors and comments lately, it was like the Orton boy was a totally different person, one which, like it or not, was exactly he one he was looking for in the other man when they had tried to hit it off as a couple close to a year ago.

“But I AM a picky giver, I don’t give It up to just about anyone, and even if I did, nobody has to know” For a moment, Randy eyed Dave a little coldly. “I wonder how he managed to know that little fact, really” Now, it was time for Dave to give Randy a look. This time, a ‘Really, I thought you were smarter than this’ look.

“You’ve been here for some time, Randy, you’re one of the hottest guys around and more than one chick has tossed herself in your arms, and you rejected all of them… do you honestly believe something like this wouldn’t awake any… misinterpretations??” At the words, surprisingly, Randy looked sincerely scandalized.

“So I gotta sleep with one of those silicon harvest from the show to make him stop saying I’m a gay whore?!?!?!?” Dave nodded. Randy made up his mind. “Hurtful truth is always better than a comforting lie, I’ve always said” Dave laughed, he remembered a time Randy thought those ‘silicon harvest’ as he now calls them were the greatest wonder of the world. “But, anyways, Dave… is it true?? Is Taker here??”

“I don’t know, Randy, I haven’t talk to Kenny in a while” Dave outright lied, one because he knew Taker was around and two, because he HAD spoke to Ken, just down in the lobby, about the party, and the blond had given him a few tips on making a clothed skirt look masculine, which Dave honestly didn’t want to imagine where Kennedy had learnt them.

“Pity… I wanted to talk to him” That caught Dave’s attention, Randy wanted to TALK with Taker?? Not try to kill him again??

“Talk??? Whaddabout??” Dave asked, not looking at Randy, as if trying to hide the interest. Randy, next to him, took a deep breath, then leaned onto Dave’s shoulder before answering:

“I miss him, Dave… sometimes, I miss him so much I think—I think I can’t go on, you know?? Like you’re missing something vital in your life…” Dave’s heart once again broke at the words. “ Like, like you’re missing something, a part of your life, you know… It’s stupid, I know, cause I did a lot of stupid things, but I didn’t—I don’t wanna feel so alone no more, Dave… Like the last couple of days, you’ve been missing and going up and down, I haven’t had any chance to talk to you… it almost felt like you didn’t wanna talk to me, and I didn’t wanna believe, cause… you’re my best friend, and I’m YOUR best friend, but still… It felt like that”

“Don’t say stupid things like this… Why wouldn’t I wanna talk to you??” Dave’s voice, even to himself, sounded strangled, but to Randy, it sounded filled with feelings. He smiled, snuggling closer to Dave, his arms hugging the taut waist.

“I missed you, Dave” Randy said sweetly, and moving a little, set a chaste kiss on Dave’s soft lips, then accommodated on his shoulder once more.

“I just been a little busy, I promise not to make you feel like that again” Against his shoulder, Randy nodded, accepting the promise, happy for the first time this week, a weight lifted off his shoulder, and his heart lightened a bit in the knowledge he still had his best friend and by his side. Suddenly, it all seemed right in the world to Randy.

Wow!!! Another ended chapter, this feels so good, so now Taker’s finally come into the picture, and guess what: I got my PC back!!! But then again, I’m in finals, so I barely got time to write, this is just a few minutes’ result I’ve borrowed from my study time table… hope you like and doesn’t sound like anything I was studying at the moment, which is a whole lot of bugs which names I can’t even pronounce, body parts and so many different molecules I don’t know where one starts and the other beings… Fuck, I gotta get back to study!!!Muse coming, gotta write… no, study… write, study, write, study!!!!! AAAARRRGGGHHH!!!! HEADACHE!!!!!!!

Lots of purrs and love, now drinking some aspirins…

Chibikitten

Merry christmas, by the way!!!!!
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