This world don't give you nothing it can't take away
Everybody holding on to something
Nobody wants to fade away

No forgiveness on the streets of this town
I left my patience at a traffic light
There's no denying that I almost lost it
Threw in the towel, too tired to fight

Tonight I need you
More than yesterday
Tonight I need you

Chorus: Take me, touch me, hold me like you mean it
Make me come alive
Hurt me, heal me, come and make me feel it
Rescue me tonight
Love me back to life

These days I'd trade sight for feeling
There are days my feeling's gone
Can't figure out whose life I'm living
I don't know right from wrong

When I lost my faith
You found it and gave it back to me
There's a new light on your halo; it took blind eyes to see

That I need you
More than yesterday
Yeah, I need you

Chorus:
Take me, touch me, hold me like you mean it
Make me come alive
Hurt me, heal me, come and make me feel it
Rescue me tonight
Love me back to life

Guitar Solo

Chorus:
Take me, touch me, hold me like you mean it
Make me come alive
Hurt me, heal me, come and make me feel it
Rescue me

Take me, touch me, hold me like you mean it
Make me come alive
Hurt me, heal me, come and make me feel it
Rescue me tonight
Love me back to life
Love me back to life
Love me back to life
Love me back to life

He walked into his home tossing down his bags just inside the door almost immediately forgetting they were there. Quickly he rushed through the house feeling the tinge of pain and desperation in the air. Truthfully he'd felt it before he'd even gotten in the house. The sight of the lonely motorcycle parked in his driveway was enough. With a half trot half run he moved from room to room trying to find him working his way through and up the house until he ended up in the bedroom that they sometimes shared.

He paused in the doorway trying to catch his breath not having realized he was holding it in his half panic. He didn't know what he'd expected, but these days he could never be sure. With every visit, every phone call he could feel him getting worse. The darkness was slipping back into their lives. The pain and the anguish were slowly overtaking them once more and he knew there was no way he could stop it, but damned if he could stop trying.

Pulling off his cap and shirt he crossed the room to stand directly behind him so that he could wrap his arms around the other man's waist. Slipping his hands under the loose t-shirt, he gently placed his lips on his lover's shoulder running them along the bone towards the neck where he moved them upwards so that he could nuzzle behind an ear. Gently his teeth nipped at tender skin as his lips sucked soothing away the pain while his hands roamed across the familiar flesh.

Unfazed by the lack of response from his partner, as he hadn't expected one… not yet anyway, he grabbed the bottom of the shirt the other man was wearing and pulled is up and over then tossed it backwards in the general direction of his own shirt. Moving his body he switched to the other shoulder and side of the neck nipping and sucking as he had before. When the big hands of his partner rose to touch the cold glass of the window they were in front of he lifted his own curling his fingers into his lovers, pulling them back so that both their arms were wrapped around him.

Finally his love and devotion were rewarded and although it was only one tiny moan and the tilt of the head backwards it was enough. It meant that there was still life left in this big bruised and battered body he worshipped so well. Dropping his arms he grabbed one of his lover's hands with two of his own pulling him across the room and gently pushing him down onto the bed. Moving to the nightstand he got out the lube and placed it on the bed by his lover's hip so that it would be within reach when he needed it.

Then shedding what was left of his own clothing, scattering it across the room in his haste he only vaguely remembered to turn the stereo on before moving back to the bed where his lover watched him from eyes dark not from color but pain and despair. Climbing onto the bed he ran his hands over the big body as his lips finally claimed his lover's and he could almost taste the need on them. Urgently their tongues danced a familiar routine bred from years of being together.

The tastes and textures were as familiar to each as his own and yet it was these same things that each needed desperately. To know that there were some things in the world that were rock steady and unchanging, to know that there were some things you could depend upon forever these were what they were looking for, these were what his lover needed to come back to life again. Kiss after bruising kiss assaulted his lips as hands gripped the bare skin of his head holding it into place even though they both knew there was no chance of him trying to escape. Powerful legs wrapped around his waist holding him down and locking him into position.

When he was rolled over putting himself on bottom he wasn't surprised or disappointed. Their relationship had always been a level playing field and their relationship had always functioned on who needed what most. Now it was his body that was on the receiving end of nips and sucks, but unlike his partner he was more vocal with his need. Begs and pleadings whispered and moaned and cried encouraging and directing and always giving him what he needed to survive were thrown into the darkened room and like always they were received with love and devotion by his partner. He lifted his hips grinding them into his partners begging silently then not so silently needing to feel the thick length of his lover filling him until he thought he would burst.

"Please, please, please, please, please," he whispered and cried over and over as now his legs were the ones wrapped around the other's hips, but steadily his lover worked on knowing the routine well. This was but the beginning. Neither of them was ready for the finale yet and that was not all that they were there for. Warmth wrapped around a puckered nipple and his neck and back arched into it gasping with pleasure as the teeth and lips worked their magic and slowly he felt the heat moving down his body to settle in his groin.

The sounds now started to become more urgent as they slipped from his throat. The hands gripping the head were now his, and he was delighted that there was considerably more hair to grip now than there had been in recent months. "Please, please, please, please, please," he moaned again and a soft growl of satisfaction came from his partner only fanning the fires of his blood even more. Urgently he moved his hips rubbing his growing erection against his partner's driving them both half mad with need.

Straightening his partner picked up the lube squirting a liberal amount into his hand as he watched his eyes speaking not with words but yet the meaning in his heart and his gaze was as easily read as the book on the nightstand. Gently one finger slipped inside of him moving around and back and forth occasionally brushing the prostrate making him almost come out of his skin as he arched off the bed.

"Please, please, please, please, please," he begged this time much more loudly, but it was only a chuckle of satisfaction that he received for his efforts. Slowly and lovingly he was stretched as the other hand teased him running a finger up the underside of his length and around the head until knuckles became white as he gripped the sheets underneath him. When the fingers were withdrawn he cried out his objection hazily forgetting if only momentarily that there was something else that he sought. The arrogant laugh he got in return brought a roar and a string of curses from his lips, but all was silenced when that which he longed for started slipping inside of him,

He tried to remember who was bringing who back to life here vaguely remembering that it was his lover not him that was slowly dying if only his soul and not his body, but like always they seemed to be becoming one. His lover's pain and anguish were becoming as much a part of him as his strength and faith were becoming a part of his lover until there was no telling who was who and what belonged where. When finally he felt his lover buried fully inside of him he rose up on his arms as his lover bent to take his lips in one final kiss of passion before straightening and pulling out fully before pounding himself back inside setting a fast and furious pace that they both knew well. The end was closer now than either of them wanted and yet not a single stroke was slowed either by his lover's hips or his lover's hand as it stroked him. Finally all his strength left him as he fell back onto the bed gripping the sheets once more rocking his hips to meet his lover's powerful thrusts. As always it was he that lost control first exploding all over the two of them covering both their chests and his lover's hand. The action tightened the muscles surrounding his lover and with drooping lids he watched the head fall back and a roar worthy of any medieval warrior as he came with a gush inside of him. Then it was over, but the connection was not lost. Slowly his lover eased out of him and climbed onto the bed wrapping himself around him allowing equally strong arms to be wrapped around him as he rested his head on a familiar shoulder.

Breathing slowed and he was just about to slip into dreamland when he heard the whispered confession of weakness and fear. "I don't think I can do this again, Glenn," his lover admitted rolling his head to rest hidden in his lover's neck. "I'm not strong enough. I'm too old and too tired and I can't fight this darkness again. I won't win. I won't be able to pull myself back from the brink. I won't survive."

Sighing Glenn opened his eyes fully awake now and stared at the ceiling letting his heart speak for him. "You will, Mark, and your age will be the reason for the victory not the downfall. You are stronger and wiser now. You know that the darkness is a part of you not the other way around. YOU control IT. IT does not control YOU. The Undertaker is just a part of your being it is not who you are and the things that come with it we'll face together."

Mark lifted his head to look down at Glenn wondering for the millionth time how he had managed to keep this man by his side all these years. Looking into his eyes he could see and feel the confidence there letting it rejuvenate him until a goofy half smile formed on his lips. "If you say so, Brother," Mark giggled and Glenn grinned happily. "Better'n a Hardy Boy baby!" Glenn replied rolling them over laying Mark onto his back as he straddled him and pulling a startled cry from Mark's lips.

"You think you're too old to go again Deadman?" Glenn asked grinning as he rocked against him rubbing himself against Mark. Growling softly Mark rolled his eyes back into his head lifting hips off the bed in encouragement. ""Why don't you love me back to life," He replied and leaning over to take a nipple into his mouth Glenn proceeded to do just that.

The End!