"Wakey, wakey!" Kevin whispered, leaning over his best friend and lover of the past fifteen years, kissing him softly before smiling down at him.

"Kev, baby, when did you get home?" Scott asked, smiling up at his larger lover before reaching up to draw him back down to himself, to kiss him again quickly, before pulling him down to hold him tightly against himself. "It's been too long, Baby."

"Damn, Scotty, I've only been gone two days!" Kevin laughed, smirking down at Scott, before noticing that Scotty was sleeping naked instead of in his sweats. "Damn, baby…That sure is a nice thing to come home to."

"Yeah, I figured you might have missed me." Scott told him huskily, running his hands up and down Kevin's sides under his shirt, raising goose bumps on his flesh.

"You know I did." Kevin murmured, leaning in to nuzzle Scott's neck, deeply breathing in his lovers scent, feeling the love he had always felt for this man rush to overtake him, the strength of the emotions stunning the breath out of him, even after all these years. "I love you, Scotty." Kevin breathed into Scott's ear as his tongue came out to trace the contours lightly, almost as though he were teasing the flesh with his presence.

Scott continued running his hands lightly up Kevin's sides, but this time, instead of going under the shirt; he dragged it up with him, leaving his larger lover bare-chested. Moaning, he tried to roll them over so that he could be on top, but Kevin held him down, running his hand suggestively up and down Scott's inner thigh, deliberately stopping short of reaching his torso. Smirking down at Scott, whom was writhing under him, Kevin raised his head to Scott's, bringing his mouth down to war erotically with Scott's, tongue's wrapping around each other's, darting and evading, and rubbing passionately. When lack of oxygen forced them to part, Kevin drew Scott entirely under him, and frantically both men tried to remove Kevin's pants, irritated with anything that was keeping them apart. Kevin finally got his pants unbuttoned and Scott leaned up to rip them off of him, boxers along with them, before drawing Kevin back down on top of him, spreading his legs wide for Kevin to settle between them, before attacking each other's mouths hungrily yet again.

"Lube?" Kevin asked, frantically searching the nightstand for the before mentioned bottle, but not seeing it anywhere.

"Kev? Baby?" Scott laughed, waving the bottle in Kevin's face.

Kevin tore the bottle from Scott's hand, pouring some into his hand; he flicked the bottle closed before dropping it beside them on the bed. All laughter flew from Scott's face as Kevin slipped one slicked finger inside him, deliberately hitting his prostate on the first thrust. Moaning, Scott arched off the bed, frantically trying to get more of Kevin inside him. Knowing what Scott wanted from years of experience, Kevin removed his finger, only to thrust two back inside the smaller man. Scott blindly reached beside him, searching for the bottle of lube Kevin had dropped there. Finding it, he poured some into his own hands before reaching down to slowly pump Kevin's monstrous erection.

"Damn, Scotty. I'm trying to make this last, damnit!" Kevin moaned, trying to shift so that Scott could no longer reach him.

"I'm not, big man. We ain't got time, Babe." Scott told him, remembering there was something they had to do today, but too far gone in passion to have any clue exactly what it was.

Kevin sighed, giving in he placed himself at his lover's tight passage, gently pushing in, groaning at the feel of Scott's walls clamping tightly around his thick cock.

"God, Scotty. Feels so good." Kevin murmured, reaching down to lightly wrap his hand around Scott's own straining cock.

"God, Kev. So good." Scott moaned, wrapping his legs around Kevin's waist, driving him into himself.

"That how you want it, baby?" Kevin asked, driving harder into Scott, increasing his pace, both with his body, and with his hand, making sure to angle for Scott's sweet spot no matter how Scott writhed under him.

"Yes. God yes." Scott shrieked, dragging Kevin's head back down to kiss him once again.

Mouths entwined, bodies entangled, both men writhed against each other faster and faster, harder and harder, until finally, clawing at Kevin's back, Scott came over Kevin's hands, shooting forth to spray both of them with his seed. Feeling his lover's walls spasming rymithically around him, Kevin followed him over the edge, filling Scott's tight passage even fuller with his own seed, before collapsing on top of him, never breaking the contact of their mouths.

"Fuck. That was one hell of a welcome home." Kevin joked, smiling at Scott.

"Yeah, well….But we need to get a shower now. We promised Vince we would meet with him at noon over in Tampa, which means we need to get a move on." Scott told him, trying to drag Kevin off of him so he could get out of the bed.

"Why are we meeting him again? It's not like we need to work anymore. Both of us have made plenty of money and with me doing movies and crap now, we have more money than we need. Okay, so I liked wrestling better than movies, but…Vince is an ass." Kevin wined, trying to get Scott to agree to stay in bed with him.

"Kev, we agreed to do this, not only for the fans, But because we wanted one final run…One that was perfect this time….We agreed to take it in WWE with Mike and Paul if possible, but we do not have to take Vince's deal if you don't like what he says, okay? Now quit your wining and get your ass out of bed!" Scott explained to him, sounding for all the world like he was talking to a two year old child.

Oh, alright. You just don't like the fact that last time you talked to Sean he called you a househusband!" Kevin teased, climbing out of the bed and picking Scott up. Tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he headed for the shower.

(Later that afternoon)

"Yes sir, Mr. Nash, your party is waiting." The waitress told them, smiling adoringly at Kevin. "If you and Mr. Hall will just follow me I'll take you over to them."

"Hey Kev, I think she wants your autograph." Scott teased Kevin in a whisper, hoping the waitress didn't overhear him. "I think maybe she wants something else, too. Think maybe I should inform her that the other thing she wants is already taken?"

Laughing, Kevin reached back to draw Scott up beside him, throwing an arm around his shoulders possessively, he continued his path to the back of the restaurant. Once they reached the back, they noticed Vince was either being diplomatic, or trying to draw in the big guns, because with him, there sat Mike and Paul, along with JR.

Seeing Kevin and Scott walking towards them, all four men stood up. Vince and JR waited patiently for the two new men to greet their friends before extending their hands to shake. Noticing the seating separated Kevin from Scott, and not willing to fall for the subtle power play that afforded Vince, Kevin grabbed a chair from the table behind them and scooted it up next to one of the empty ones, settling himself and Scott across the table from Vince and JR, with Paul and Mike between the two opposing forces in this contract. Looking back up at the waitress, who was still watching the proceedings taking place before her, Scott squeezed Kevin's leg under the table before placing a drink order for himself and Kevin with her.

"So, Vince, I know you're a busy man, so shall we dispense with the niceties, and get right down to business?" Kevin asked, trying to turn this dispute into his own favor by unsettling Vince and JR.

"Alright, Kevin, we are willing to pay the amount that you have requested for yourself and Scott. We are also willing to keep the two of you together as a tag team for the remainder of your contractual time, which we are offering a two year contract, with a possible three year extension. However, we have a problem with releasing total control of your characters to the two of you to do with as you see fit." Vince told him, showing that he was willing to give everything they wanted, with the exception for total character control.

"Vince, why don't you just come out with exactly it is that you want?" Kevin asked, smiling his appreciation up to the waitress as she placed his drink in front of him.

"Is everyone ready to order?" She asked, looking with awe at the table in general, wondering if they would mind if she grabbed her camera from her car and took a couple rolls of pictures of the men assembled.

"I'll have a Chicken Casedia, Sour Cream to the side, please." Vince told her, after receiving a nod from everyone.

"Rib Basket." JR told her quietly, trying to study the men opposite him while they weren't paying attention, trying to get something to use to help their side in this dispute.

"Blackened Fish, mixed vegetables and baked potato please." Mike told her, flashing his trademark grin, knowing what he was doing to her, but also knowing it might help to draw some of her attention away from Kevin, which seemed to be slightly bothering Scott.

"Porterhouse, medium, baked potato, extra Sour Cream, mixed veggies." Paul stated, flashing Mike a questioning glance when he noticed him flirting with the waitress during a business meeting, which was not at all like him.

"Scotty also wants a Porterhouse, but he wants his medium rare and French fries instead of a potato, mixed veggies. I want the take two, steak and shrimp. Steak medium rare, French fries, veggies. Thank you." Kevin told her, ordering for himself and Scott out of habit, thinking nothing of doing it in a business setting.

"I'll be back with your order, and more Iced Tea." She told them, walking away quickly.

JR smiled at what he had come up with, and it seemed perfect to him. Nodding to Vince, he looked across the table. After a fleeting glance to Kevin, he looked Scott directly in the eye.

"Well, Scott, this is what I want to do with your characters. Hear me out, then you can tell me if you like it or not." JR said, smiling in anticipation, knowing if he could just hook Scott, Kevin would do it.

(Two months later)

"Welcome back, Mr. Hall, Mr. Nash. It's nice to have you back with us. You two always were my favorites." Jim, the security guard at the back door told Kevin and Scott confidingly as they checked into the arena. Jim had been with the company since Kevin had been in his Diesel persona and Scott had been Razor. He was getting a bit older, but it was nice to see he was still with the company. It also helped that they didn't have to get someone in here to vouch for them, since technically they were not supposed to be here for another hour.

"Nice to see you too, Jim." Kevin told him, smiling warmly.

"Hey yo, Jim. You know which dressing room we're in? And if we're sharing it with anyone?" Scott asked, casually wrapping his arm around Kevin's waist. Kevin responded to this by wrapping his arm around Scott's shoulders.

"You're in the last room down on the right. Paul and Shawn are in there with you. Looks like you boys are right back where you left off, aren't you?" Jim asked, knowingly.

"Well I don't know. We'll see how things go, right?" Kevin smirked before leading Scott away towards the room in question. To an extent, Jim had been right. They were back in the best dressing room, only kliq members in there, and afforded the best privileges possible, but then, how long would it last?

"Stop worrying, baby." Scott told Kevin, noticing the frown on his face. Opening the door to the dressing room, Scott pulled Kevin through, hoping for some time alone before everyone else showed up for the show that night. Once they got the door closed, Scott turned back to Kevin and pulled him closer, lifting his face to receive the larger man's kiss.

Kevin let the worries fade from his mind as he lowered his head to kiss Scott, once again feeling that all was right with the world as their lips met. Opening his mouth, he traced Scott's lips with his tongue, begging for entry. Scott obliged, opening his own mouth and sucking Kevin's tongue inside, dueling with it with his own.

"Oh God. Get a room." Mike joked, laughing, as he and Paul walked into the dressing room. "I told you we should have gotten here earlier, they beat us here!"

"Hey, not my fault. I sat in your room for like twenty minutes while you got ready, so if anyone's to blame here, it's you." Paul returned accusingly.

"Uhm, guys? You have company!" Mike exclaimed, noticing Kevin and Scott were growing more and more distracted by the kissing they were doing, and paying the entrance of their friends no mind.

"Hey guys! When did you two get here?" Kevin asked, breaking away from Scott, both men looking rather dazed by what had just been happening between them.

"Kev, we've been here for like five minutes!" Paul replied, looking rather amused by the fact that they had been so engrossed in each other that he and Mike talking had not even fazed them.

"Oh, sorry man." Kevin replied, not looking upset in the slightest. Actually, he looked back over at Scott hungrily. Scott, however, was looking around the room, noticing the decorations for the first time.

"Damn, guys, what's this?" Scott asked, pointing to a table with packages and a cake on it.

"Well, the cake was Adam and Jason's doing. Presents are from everyone, you know, the guys who are supposed to be here in like ten to fifteen minutes to throw you two a surprise welcome back party? So get out and come back acting surprised in a half hour!" Paul ordered them.

"Actually, why don't I go with them? I have the feeling if we let them go off alone, they won't be back." Mike replied, noticing the look Kevin and Scott passed between them that just screamed is there an open closet anywhere?

"We'll be fine, Mike." Scott told him, pulling Kevin out the door and closing it behind them and before Mike could get the door open and follow, they snuck off around a corner, looking for a good place to hide.

"Hey, guys! Wait up." Matt hollered, noticing Kevin and Scott wandering down the hallway, looking for an open room.

"Damn, caught." Scott joked, squeezing Kevin's hand as the two men turned around and waited for the older Hardy brother to catch up with them.

"Want to make a run for it?" Kevin asked, half seriously as they waited.

"May as well face the music. We'll just wait for tonight." Scott told him, grinning.

"I just thought that you guys might want to meet some of the new people before you head to your locker-room." Matt said, obviously having been told to watch for them and not let them go to their room before a set time.

"Uh, okay, Matt. Sure, who ya got in mind?" Kevin asked, looking down at him laughingly at the look of terror on his face.

"Uh, don't know, let's just see who all's here." Matt told them, spotting the women's locker-room, he thought for a second, before heading that way.

Matt reached up and knocked on the door quickly, hoping there was someone in here. Women. That's what I need, a few women. That'll distract them, he thought to himself. He smiled when he noticed Nydia open the door, before looking at him questioningly.

"Kevin, Scott, this is Nidia Guenard. Nidia, this monster is Kevin Nash and this one is his partner in crime, Scott Hall. I'm introducing the guys to some of the talent that wasn't around when they left." Matt said, hoping Nidia would take the hint. He didn't figure that she would, because Nidia didn't really talk to any of the guys much, but maybe she would.

"Hello, gentlemen. I understand I'm going to be working with you soon?" Nidia asked, ignoring Matt, but smiling warmly at Kevin and Scott, well, more specifically Scott.

"Yeah, about a month into our return, I think is when we're supposed to have you join us." Scott told her politely.

"I'm looking forward to it, would you like to come in so we can get to know each other better?" She asked, still smiling flirtatiously at Scott.

"Sure, we got a few minutes to kill." Scott said, stepping into the room, knowing Kevin was following him. Scott, as usual, was oblivious to the signals that Nidia was throwing at him.

"So, Nidia, you're new, huh?" Kevin asked, as he walked into the room behind Scott, watching what Nidia was doing carefully.

"Yeah, I just started a few months ago. I am so happy that you're back! It was always a dream of mine to uh, work with you." Nidia said, never looking away from Scott, and obviously speaking to him with the end of her speech. Flicking a 'get lost' look at Matt, she drew Scott over to sit on the couch next to her, looking at him with huge doe eyes; she asked him how he liked being back.

Kevin noticing what was going on decided to be subtle, and maybe tell Nidia to back off without alerting Matt as to what was going on. He walked over and sat on the couch behind Scott and leaned over his shoulder, draping an arm over the front of him. Nidia, however, either was too young to realize what Kevin was trying to show her, or didn't care, because she continued to stare unabashedly at Scott. Kevin looked at her for a moment, and then tightened his grip on Scott.

"Sorry to leave like this, Nidia, but we have to go. We've got a meeting with Mike and Paul in our locker-room in like five minutes. Could we continue this another time?" Kevin asked politely.

"I would enjoy that. Are you busy tonight after the show?" Nidia asked, figuring that she was going to have to play nice with Scott's best friend if she wanted the chance of more than a one shot with Scott.

"Why don't you join Kev and me for dinner? We're going to ask some of the other guys, too. Kind of like a 'wow first night back's over' celebration." Scott asked, allowing Kevin to pull him up but smiling down at Nidia.

"Okay, where do we meet?" She asked, still smiling flirtatiously.

"Our locker-room, after the show goes off the air." Kevin said, throwing his arm possessively around Scott's shoulders, pulling him in tightly. Scott unconsciously wrapped his arm around Kevin's waist, squeezing briefly and smiling at him before looking back at Nidia.

"Meet you there." She said, glancing from Kevin to Scott and back again.

As the three men left, Kevin unconsciously grabbed Scott's hand. Noticing what he was doing, he played it off by pulling him in and tousling his hair jokingly.

"So, do you mind if we head back to our locker-room now?" Scott asked Matt, wanting to get rid of him so he and Kev could have a second alone before heading back to join everyone else.

"I'll walk with ya. I want to talk to Paul about something." Matt told them, effectively ruining Scott's thought.

"Surprise!" Everyone screamed as the guys walked into the room.

Kevin and Scott did their best to act shocked, and Matt grinned hugely at the room at large. They looked around at all the people gathered happily. Adam, Jason, and Irvine were gathered by the cake, which showed a picture of Kevin and Scott, as the Outsiders, holding up Tag team belts, with Adam and Jason, dressed as Edge and Christian, climbing into the wrestling ring to challenge them. Mark was over by Paul and Mike, talking to them about something. Randy, who Kevin and Scott hadn't seen since he was a young kid, was standing in the corner talking to Ric and Dave. Rob and Jeff were standing off to the side, watching the goings on, and Matt quickly walked over to them, throwing an arm around Jeff's shoulders. Glen sat on a couch talking to Vince, JR, and a few other people.

"Damn, Mike! That sucks!" Mark was saying as Kevin and Scott headed over to their direction. Noticing the approaching men, Mark, Mike, and Paul turned fully to face them, everyone hugging each other as they all began to speak at once.

"Man this is great!" Kevin exclaimed.

"What's been keeping you guys?" Mark joked.

"We really missed having at least most of us together!" Paul joked.

"We missed everyone so much!" Scott exclaimed.

"Bout time you guys came home!" Mike told them.

Everyone began converging on them, joking and laughing as they welcomed them back. After joking around for awhile, people started to trickle out, until only Kevin, Scott, Mike, Paul, Mark, Ric, Randy, and Dave were left.

"So, now that everyone's gone, why don't we all get a bit more comfortable?" Mark asked, sitting down on the bigger couch, dragging Mike and Paul to sit down next to him. Ric sat in a chair, Dave sat on one of the two love seats, Randy immediately sat next to him, and Kevin and Scott sat on the other, still keeping themselves separate.

"How long do you have your angle set for?" Ric asked, ever the businessman.

"We have shaky plans laid out for the next two years, which is how long the contract is set for, before extensions. The next six months are ironclad." Kevin told him, setting his arm on the back of the couch, trying to make himself comfortable, but wanting nothing more than to grab Scotty and make a run for it.

"Are you happy with it?" Dave asked, following Kevin's lead, but taking it a bit further by just wrapping his arm around Randy and pulling him closer to him, settling him up against his side.

"Well, I think so, but I'm not sure how the fans are going to take it. I mean, come on, they're going to love it, or they're going to riot, I just think we should go into this slowly. Give little signs at first, and make sure they're going to accept it. I don't care what they say about Scotty and me, but they want to drag an innocent woman into this that we had never met before today, and they want us to claim that she's trying to come between us?" Kevin complained.

"What's up, Kev? Hating the thought of what we're going to have to do in front of the cameras to pull this idea off?" Scott joked.

"Yeah, it's such a hardship for him, can't you tell?" Mark joked back, laughing at the way Kevin was turning bright shades of red.

"Get over it, guys." Kevin told them, half seriously, lowering his arm down to casually lay on Scott's shoulders, and sticking his tongue out at everyone.

"Hey, don't stick that thing out unless you plan to use it!" Mike laughed.

"Fifteen minutes till show time!" Someone shouted through the door, startling everyone into motion. Mark, Ric, Randy, and Dave got up to head to their own dressing rooms, leaving the four other men to their own room to finish getting ready. They had to hurry, because they were the first segment tonight.

The pyros were going off everywhere when Suddenly, 'Time to play the game' began to play, with Hunter walking out to ringside, Mike, Kevin, and Scott waited in the gorilla position with Vince, waiting for their own ques. Hunter went to the ring, classic style, spitting water before entering the ring and motioning to the ring announcer for his mike.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight I have a bit of a problem. You see, I have a bit of split loyalties, so I had to choose where to let my loyalties lie. Well, it's like this, when you gotta pick between family and family, who do you pick? So I started thinking, it's more like I have to pick between FAMILY and in-laws. I had to do this tonight, when none of the McMahon family other than myself was here, or we'd have been pulled off the air by now, because this is NOT cleared. Can you guess who I chose? Let me give you a little hint. It wasn't my wife and her family." Paul stated, throwing up the kliq signal with his hand as he finished his speech.

As the hand signal went up, Shawn Michaels music 'Sexy Boy' started to play, and Shawn, who had been feuding with Hunter on air until tonight, came running down to ringside. The two men embraced in the ring before Hunter handed the mic to Shawn.

"Well, ya see, it's like this. It's been a long time since we did this, but I want everyone to take a look at the titantron. What you're seeing up there, for some of you younger fans, is May 19, 1996 at Madison's Square Garden. I'm sure you recognize Hunter and myself, but do you remember who the other men in that scene are? I see by your cheers that you do, so without further introduction, hit the music!" Shawn exclaimed, smiling at the fans as the 'Wolfpac' Music began to play. Hunter and Shawn both did the classic kliq point at the entranceway, announcing to the fans that they were serious about having company.

Scott hesitated a moment, then slid out of the gorilla position onto the ramp. After smiling at the fans for a moment, he turned and pointed with both hands at the entranceway, where Kevin appeared. Kevin Stepped out to where Scott was standing, before both men threw their hands up to Shawn and hunter, returning the kliq symbol, much to the approving delight of the audience. Scott turned to Kevin and the two men exchanged a long hug before walking down to ringside.

Climbing into the ring, all four men embraced for a few moments, before pulling back and holding their hands up in the air, perfectly recreating the scene everyone had just viewed on the titantron. Once they had separated, Shawn passed the mic to Kevin, who smiled his thanks to him, before placing the mic in Scott's hand.

"Hey yo! For old time's sake, how about a little survey?" Scott asked the fans, stopping there to allow the deafening cheers to subside a moment. "I take that as a yes. So, is everyone here tonight to see Vince's normal programming?" He asked, pausing to wait for the deafening boos to calm again before once again continuing. "Or is everyone here to see us, the kliq?" Scott asked, waiting for the audience to once again calm down before he raised the mic once again. "Well, looks like one more, for the good guys!" Scott finished, handing the mic back to Kevin, before walking to the corner to climb onto the turnbuckle.

"Hello, Florida! It's nice to be back! I'd just like to thank everyone for all the years of cheers, and I think it's time Scott and I come clean with all of you. This entire incident will probably get us fired before we ever make it out of our home state, but, what the fuck, we haven't been involved in the WWE for a couple years, anyways, so what's the difference, right?" Kevin told the audience, before handing the mic to Hunter, and walking over to the corner Scott was sitting in. Once he reached the corner, he opened his arms to Scott, who slid down from the turnbuckle into Kevin's arms. Smiling at each other, they slowly leaned into each other, Scott raising his head, Kevin lowering his, until their mouths met in a long, lingering kiss.

Kevin, forgetting where he was, picked Scott up so that their heads were even and began running his hands over his back and ass. Scott wasn't a lot better; he wrapped his legs around Kevin's waist held on tight, and began gyrating his hips so their crotches were rubbing together.

"Now don't look at me like that, Paul, the fans have already seen…" Mike started to say into the mic, as Hunter began stalking him, and broke off when he jerked the mic out of his hand.

"Okay, Mike, so what? Maybe they want to see it again? Especially when they think about the fact that we're both married? Maybe they think you and I are over? I mean, come on, our feud does look like a lovers spat, doesn't it? They need to realize that we are NEVER over." Paul said before pitching the mic off to the side and leaning down to kiss Mike just as passionately as Kevin was kissing Scott.

Their was a definite mixed reaction coming from the crowd, most was still cheering, but there was some booing mixed in, as well as a lot of stunned people who weren't sure what to think. After a few minutes, where the crowd began to realize that the four men had forgotten that they were being watched, if Kevin's hand down Scott's pants was any clue, a fifth figure began running down to the ring, no music or anything.

Climbing into the ring quickly, Mark picked up the mic and began improvising quickly. He had been passing down the hallway when Vince had shouted to him that something was going wrong out here and he needed someone to come out here to get things back on track. He couldn't do it himself because according to the script, there were no McMahon's present tonight. Yeah, well, Taker was contracted to SmackDown, not Raw, so he shouldn't be here either, so what was he going to say? Got it, here to welcome my friends back, go.

"Okay, now that we're ALL going to be fired, the four of you for this incident, and me for showing my face on this show…would the four of you like to quit before we add in getting arrested for indecent exposure?" Mark said, referring to the fact that Kevin, Scott, and Mike had already lost their shirts, Paul was in the process of losing his, and Kevin was in the process of removing Scott's already too tight jeans. When he noticed that no one was paying him any mind, he looked around at the crowd and noticed a few people in the front row sitting near each other that had drinks. Quickly going over to them, he took their drinks, announcing into the mic that these people needed more drinks, and to put it on his tab, he took the ones they had and headed back to the ring. Pouring one full cup over Shawn and Hunter and the other over Kevin and Scott, he laughed as the four men broke apart, sputtering over the cold of the ice going down their naked skin.

All four men began turning red in embarrassment as Mark continued to laugh at them. Scott realized that his pants were undone, so he reached down to zip and button them back up, which just caused Mark to laugh harder.

"So, do I say welcome back, or do I say where are we all going to go work at now?" Mark joked, once he got himself back together again.

"Uhm, we could always go start our own wrestling company." Mike replied, smiling at Mark, as he took the mic back. "Well, I guess this was a little more obvious than the MSG incident, but…Hey, times are changing, you have to go further with 'em, right?" Mike asked, grinning unabashedly before handing the mic to Kevin.

"Well, we just wanted to say hello, we're back, and now, probably goodbye, so….Tell ya what, all of us out here will do an autograph signing tomorrow morning, we'll get back to you where at, since this'll probably be it…We'll pose for pictures, too….just our way of saying thank you for all the years of being our fans." Kevin said, handing the mic back to Taker, before taking Scott's hand in one of his, and Mike's hand in the other, Mike took Paul's in his other hand, and the four men once again raised their hands, before all five men left the ringside area.

Returning to the gorilla position as the live feed went to commercial break; everyone looked to Vince to see what he was going to say to their opening performance. Vince shooed Chris Benoit out towards the ring before turning to look at the five men who had just come back from ringside.

"Thank you, Mark, I appreciate your service. We're going to have to have a meeting later tonight to decide what story to tell about what we did to you for your participation in tonight's events. As for the four of you, what the hell was that? I mean, you were just supposed to give him a quick kiss, not try to fuck him on the air. All of you! Damn, Paul, Stephanie has already called my cell like twenty times! That NEVER happens again! Are we clear?" Vince ranted.

"Well, Vinnie, you DID say you wanted us to make an impact, right?" Scott asked, laughing about the incident.

"Scott, if I didn't know better I would think you're drinking again. That was not what I meant. I mean, yes, I wanted this to make an impact, yes, I wanted some homosexual references, but no, I did not want to receive several phone calls from the network threatening to pull the show and show dead air for the remainder of our timeslot, I did not want to have fans thinking you gentleman were going to turn tonight into a gay porno. What were you thinking?" Vince demanded.

"Sorry Vince, we took things too far. I guess we just misunderstood what you wanted. Won't happen again." Mike told him, trying to usher the other three men back to their locker-room and away from Vince so he could calm down before their next segment.

"Well, guys, we have like thirty minutes before we're needed again. So now what?" Scott asked, looking around the room, wondering how the segment had really gone over, he flipped on the monitor to gauge the fan reactions to the re-plat that should be showing when they returned from commercial break.

"I have to call Stephanie so she'll leave Vince alone. Mike, man, I'm going to need you for this one." Paul said, pulling out his cell and calling his wife.

"Why do you always drag me into your family squabbles?" Mike groaned.

"Because you are the cause of over half of them, dipshit!" Paul joked, waiting for Stephanie to answer her phone.

"Jean Paul Levesque what the fuck was that?" Stephanie screeched into the phone, showing she had checked the caller ID before answering.

"We were following the script, sweetheart. Remember, I told you about this angle?" Paul stated, pleadingly, much to the amusement of the other three.

"No, the script called for you and Mike to introduce Kevin and Scott, not tell the world about YOUR illicit love affair with each other!" She screeched.

"Look, Stephanie, you didn't seem to mind our illicit affair as you call it last weekend when you were watching us go at it!" Mike hollered, forgetting that Kevin and Scott were in the room, and didn't know the details of the whole Mike/Paul/Stephanie love triangle.

"Damn, maybe we should step out?" Kevin said, beginning to grow uncomfortable as Paul flipped the phone onto speaker so that the three of them could talk.

"Did you know that there was anything going on between those two?" Scott whispered to Kevin.

"Nope. Thought it ended years ago, when Paul started dating Steph." Kevin replied.

"Alright, honey, you're on speaker so that Mike and I can both hear you." Paul said, contritely.

"Boys, would you like to explain to me what the hell that display was all about? Do you know how that makes me look that my husband just got on TV in what he claims was a moment of breaking kafabe and pretty much told the world that he is fucking his best friend and chose him over his own wife?" Stephanie asked, growing hysterical.

"Then you're going to like what comes next even less." Mike muttered cryptically.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Michael?" Stephanie shrieked.

"Nothing, dear." He replied, audibly, but rolling his eyes at her display of hysterics.

"Michael Shawn Hickenbottom you answer me right now. Now what do you have planned for your next segment?" Stephanie screamed at them.

"Alright, alright, alright, we're planning to go back out later as a stable when we get called down there by Evolution, minus Paul, of course, who are asking us what the hell that crap earlier was about, Paul and I are going to attack, ect, ect…" Mike told her grudgingly.

"Hey, fellas, Randy is headed down now." Kevin told them from the couch where he and Scott were sitting watching the monitor.

"Answer me a question before you go. Do the guys all think this is a work, or do they think it's true?" Stephanie asked quieting down finally.

"They think it's a work, honey. I promise." Paul told her, picking up the phone to disconnect the call.

"Fine, I'm going to bed, but I expect you two home tomorrow after you finish that signing, okay?" Stephanie replied.

"Yes, dear." Paul and Mike told her in unison. Disconnecting the call, Paul threw the phone on the couch before the four of them headed out to the gorilla position.

"I just have to know, what the hell was that shit about, Hunter?" Randy asked, picking up the mic. "I mean, Evolution has been together for over a year, and we knew nothing about you and Shawn being together. What the fuck are you trying to pull, here? Shit!" He said, handing the mic to Ric and beginning to pace the ring.

"Hunt, you've been my friend for a long time. You and Mike both. Hell, even Kev and Scotty, if we want to go all out with this breaking kefabe tonight. I just have to ask, why?" Ric said, giving them their que that they were supposed to come out.

The 'Wolfpac' music began playing, as the four kliq members came out onto the entrance ramp. Kevin and Scott holding hands, and Mike and Paul walking very close together, though they were not at present touching. Paul had a mic in his hand. They walked down to the ring, arrogantly. Kevin climbed up onto the ring apron first, holding his hand down to Scott, he helped him up. Lifting Scotty into his arms like a baby, he stepped over the top rope into the ring. Paul and Mike climbed up together next, stepping up next to Kevin and Scott (Whom Kevin had set back down onto his own feet, but had thrown a possessive arm over his shoulders, as though to protect him from people's anger) and looked over at the three remaining members of Evolution.

"Boys, it's like this: I like ya'll, you know I do, but when it comes down to anyone else, and I do mean ANYONE, versus my family, I choose my family. I'm sure ya'll can understand that." Paul told them, throwing his arm possessively around Mike, simulating Kevin's pose with Scott.

Dave and Randy looked at each other, questioningly, then as one, turned and hit Paul and Mike, knocking both men to the ground. Following them to the ground, they began attacking them viciously. Kevin and Scott soon joined in the fray, switching the balance to the kliq. Unfortunately, soon after, Benoit, Jericho, Kane, and Austin ran into the ring, helping Evolution. Things were looking down for the kliq, when suddenly; Taker came running back down to ringside, trying his best to break up the brawl. Suddenly, in a move that shocked everyone at ringside, Flair finally moved, making his choice, he pulled Orton off Mike and sucker punched him in the gut. Finally between Flair and Taker, they managed to stop the fight, and Mark grabbed a mic.

"Alright, that's IT! This stops here. You all know the rules, no fighting between ourselves. Paul might be a McMahon, but evidently, I guess I'm in charge, just like in the locker rooms. Now, all of you get back there, and if I see any of you even look cross eyed at each other, I will personally kick your asses. Am I making myself clear?" He asked, glaring at the combatants.

Everyone slowly filed back towards the curtain, and Mark followed in the rear, watching carefully, until everyone was out of sight of the fans. Once everyone was in the back, they all looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Damn, Mark! Authoritive, aren't we?" Benoit joked.

"Hey, had to do something to explain what I was doing here tonight, right?" He asked, looking pointedly at Vince.

"Well, guys, this is great, but I for one feel the need to get a shower and brush my teeth. Kevin still tastes like the guacamole he had on his taco salad for lunch." Scott joked as all of them headed back towards the locker rooms.

"Hey, we still getting together tonight?" Kevin asked the group in general as the passed by the first of the locker rooms, the Canadians, where Adam and Jason were standing around waiting for everyone, along with the Hardys.

"Yeah, meeting in your locker-room in like thirty minutes." Irvine answered.

"Cool, we better get ourselves a shower then. You going to use our locker-room, Mark, or you headed over to Glenn's?" Paul asked, headed further down the hallway.

"Well, there's already four of you, and everyone's meeting in there once they get ready, so I'll use Glenn's room and meet ya'll in your madhouse once we're ready." Mark replied, as they came up on Glenn's room.

"Hey, I got a good line for you two to use next week!" Paul told Randy and Dave as they were headed down to their locker rooms, the last two down this corridor.

"Shoot, Hunt." Dave said.

"Well, it would have been better tonight, but…how about something along the lines of 'I guess now we know why Nash refused to come back without Hall' or something like that." Paul told him, smirking at Kevin and Scott as they reached the pair of locker rooms the two factions were using.

The two groups broke apart and headed into their locker rooms. Ric immediately headed for the shower, as per usual habit while Randy and Dave set about getting their stuff together first, talking quietly amongst themselves.

(Evolution Dressing room)

"Hey, baby, you think they looked a little comfortable with that skit they did earlier tonight?" Dave asked, pulling out the clothes he would need after his shower.

"A little, but then, they are the best of friends, closer than brothers they all say. Maybe they're just looking at it as acting. Who knows?" Randy said, looking through his bag for his shampoo.

"I would ask them, but I'm afraid if I'm wrong, they might get mad at me. I wouldn't want to offend them, you know?" Dave explained, turning to look at Randy after he had all his stuff together. They had this timed perfectly, if they hesitated about three more minutes, they would be headed into the shower right before Ric came out.

"Why you want to know, Beast?" Randy asked, still digging through his bag, not finding his shampoo.

"Just thinking it might be easier, you know, baby?" Dave replied, grabbing Randy's hand and pulling him towards the shower, growing impatient. If they weren't in there soon, they would be late, sending someone back looking for them.

Letting go of Randy's hand before he walked into the showers, Dave headed over to the showerhead the furthest from Flair as Ric was rinsing off. Randy followed him in and headed to a showerhead near his, cutting the water on to warm up, both men began to strip.

"Hey Dave, I need to borrow your shampoo, man, I can't find mine." Randy said, in essence explaining his reason to Ric for being so close to Dave when there were several other showerheads, further removed from both men.

"As usual, you two are slow as molasses moving uphill in the middle of January. I'm done; I'll meet you across the hall." Ric told them, heading out of the shower.

"Want me to wash your hair for you, baby?" Dave asked, once Ric was gone.

Randy smiled seductively up at Dave, stepping closer to him, as he wrapped his arms around Dave's wet, naked body, stepping into the spay of hot water with him. Dave looked down into Randy's eyes, and felt his body catch fire. The heat from the water, coupled with the heat from Randy's hard, tight body pressed tightly against his own was scorching. Leaning down, Dave pressed his mouth hotly against Randy's, opening his lips and thrusting his tongue into Randy's mouth, possessing him.

"We don't have a lot of time, baby." Dave said as he drew back from Randy grabbing the shampoo he poured some into his hand and reached down to lather his hard, wet, engorged cock with it, jacking himself slowly as Randy watched him, passion burning in his eyes.

"Fuck me, Beast." Randy moaned, as he turned and presented his ass to Dave, wiggling it tantalizingly.

"Damn, baby. You're so hot, so tight." Dave groaned, slowly thrusting into Randy's passage.

"Not a lot of time, Beast. Hard and fast. Just fuck me." Randy panted, pushing back against Dave hard.

"That's what my baby wants, then that's what my baby gets." Dave murmured, grabbing Randy's hips and thrusting all the way in, before pulling back out, only to sink back in again, pounding as hard as he could into Randy, holding him steady with his hands on his hips.

Randy Leaned forward, bracing his hands against the wall, biting his bottom lip to keep from screaming out his pleasure in case Ric was still in the other room. Dave pounded into him at a fast rhythm, going as hard and deep as he could, angling his thrusts to hit Randy's prostate head on with every thrust. When he felt himself growing close, he pulled his right hand from Randy's hip and reached around his body to pump him in time with his thrusts, the shampoo still on his hand making it glide along easier. Randy couldn't hold back a shout of triumph as Dave brought him over the edge. Dave groaned out his own release a moment later as Randy's pulsing passage drew him over with him.

Pulling apart, both men rinsed off, before shutting the water off and heading back into the other room to get dressed.

(Kliq dressing room)

"Well, boys, you got something you want to tell us?" Kevin asked Paul and Mike after they had entered their room and shut the door.

"Well, Kev, I guess you know that Mike and I are still together." Paul told him, knowing where Kevin was headed with this, and honestly starting to feel guilty for not telling him and Scott.

"Yeah, we kind of figured that one out for ourselves, Chico." Scott told him, laughing.

"What we want to know is why you let us think it was over between you." Kevin continued.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I figure if you two are set on us having this conversation we can do it tonight back at your place. I want a shower, and we are going to be bombarded by people any time now." Scott told them, grabbing his stuff from his bag and heading into the smaller dressing area.

"He has a point." Kevin said, grabbing his stuff to follow Scott.

"You just want to see Scott naked." Paul joked, as he and Mike grabbed their stuff and followed Kevin.

"Always!" Kevin threw over his shoulder.

As the four men walked were exiting the shower area, back into the small dressing area, they heard the front door to their main room open. Throwing his underwear on, Mike headed over to the doorway to see who it was. Seeing Ric walking in, se smiled and waved.

"We'll be out in a minute. We're getting dressed. Make yourself at home." Mike told him, heading back over to his pile of clothes.

All four men hurried to get ready, but as usual, Kevin finished first. After one last longing look at Scott, he walked back out to be nice and play host while the other three finished getting ready.

"You know, with me being the biggest of us, as well as being known for my taking forever on my hair alone, you'd think that one of those prima donnas would be done first." Kevin joked to Ric, walking through the door, so he was rather surprised to notice that there were several others waiting for them. Along with Ric, Adam, Jason, Benoit, Irvine, Nidia, Glenn, and Mark were all waiting for them.

"Damn, everyone's here already?" Paul asked, walking into the room and noticing just how crowded it had become.

"Well, almost. Dave and Randy will be along in a few. They were taking forever, so I left them. I swear, for Christmas, I'm going to buy Randy a crate of shampoo. Every time I turn around he's lost his." Ric complained.

"Don't worry, Ric. We won't leave your boys. Scott's not finished getting ready, either." Mike told him, walking over to his bag to put his stuff up and make sure he had everything.

"Hey, Kev, you might want to hurry your bitch up. Looks like he's all we're waiting for now." Glenn called over to him, as Randy and Dave came in.

"What?" Kevin asked, glaring at Glenn.

"Hey man, if you two are going to go through with this whole stable idea Vince had, I would suggest you get used to the jokes that are going to go with it. And the fans that believe its true are going to be a lot worse than we are." Mark told him, reinforcing in everyone's mind that this was just an angle.

"I know. Scott and I are probably going to have to slip into character in public sometimes, too, just to throw them. It just took me by surprise." Kevin replied, thinking that tonight wouldn't be so bad after all, he could be all over Scott in front of their friends, and no one would be any the wiser.

"I feel for you guys. I don't know how you're going to manage it." Benoit sympathized.

"How is Stephanie taking this angle?" Irvine asked Paul.

"Well, she was kind of upset, but we're going to work her into it once she comes back." Paul replied, wondering how they were going to manage that one. Maybe the same way they planned to work in the Nidia angle? If they didn't do something, Stephanie was going to be pissed.

"Okay, where are we going, local boys?" Randy asked, looking over at Adam, Jason, and Irvine.

"Hey, Kevin and Scott live around here, too. This is their welcome home party, let them choose where we go!" Adam told them, trying to be diplomatic. He remembered that Scott had an aversion to bars since he had quit drinking, but he wasn't sure if that was still the case. He really didn't want to offend them if he could help it, so he figured he would stay out of it, and do his best to keep Jay out of it as well. If it came down to them making a decision, he had no problems leaving Irvine out in the cold. Okay, maybe that sounded cold, but then Irvine knew these men better than him and Jay did, so he had a better chance figuring out where they might like.

"Well, Scotty called Applebee's and got them to rope off the back section for us. Then after dinner, depending on how we feel, we can either hit a club, head our separate ways, or head back to my place for movies and shit." Kevin told them.

"Yeah, and we're going to miss our reservations if Scott doesn't hurry up!" Mike hollered, trying to hurry Scott.

"Yeah, that Scott sure is slow!" Scott joked, finally coming into the main room, and almost giving Kevin a heart attack with what he was wearing. Seeing the look of shock on Kevin's face, Scott smiled. "Hey, if I'm going to do it, may as well do it right!" he told them, showing off what he was wearing: a pair of jeans that he must have been poured into, a 'Kevin Nash' T-shirt, that looked like it would fit Kevin and had 'Property of' written above Kevin's name, a pair of cowboy boots, and instead of slicking his hair back like normal, he had braided it loosely.

"Scotty, honey, you will never manage to pull off the look of a twink!" Nidia joked flirtatiously, figuring out what Scotty was trying to do. "You still look too good."

"Hey, I always look good. I guess I'm too big to pull it off. Mike could manage it, though." Scott joked.

"Okay, everyone ready?" Paul asked, grabbing his and Mike's bags.

"Uh, Paul? What are you doing with my bag?" Mike asked.

"Well, I figure we all know where we're headed, if we want to carry this off right, then Kevin is right, and the four of us are going to have to slip into character in public. You know there will be a lot of fans out there waiting for us to come out, we may as well give them a bit of a show." Paul replied, taking Mike's hand.

"Good idea." Kevin replied, wrapping a possessive arm around Scott's shoulders and heading out the door.

"This is going to be hilarious." Adam said, following the kliq out of the room.

Kevin and Scott exited the arena first, followed by Paul and Mike. As they had figured, there were over three hundred people waiting for them to make their exit. The rest of their group waited in the back, watching the proceedings.

Kevin led Scott over to where there was a large group of people wearing 'Outsiders' or 'nWo' T-shirts. Paul followed suit by leading Mike over to the exact opposite side of the roped off area.

"We have fifteen minutes before we have to leave, baby." Kevin leaned down to whisper in Scott's ear, deliberately speaking loud enough that the people around them could hear. Kissing his ear softly before righting himself, Kevin, with his arm still possessively around Scott's shoulders signed autographs for about ten minutes.

Scott shook hands with people and signed a few autographs, but mostly, enjoyed the fantasy of being able to play with Kevin in front of people. Scott truly played up this angle, turning his head occasionally to kiss Kevin's chest where it was pressed against his side, running his hand that was around Kevin's waist up and down his side. Paul and Mike also signed autographs, but did not play the angle out quite as obviously as Kevin and Scott were doing. They settled for just holding hands the entire time. After ten minutes, all four men met back in the middle of the roped off area and posed for pictures, in 'standard kliq positions', loudly bemoaning the fact that Sean wasn't there to be with them.

"Hate to do this, but we have to run. It was wonderful to entertain you once again." Paul stated, as they headed towards their car.

As they were starting to walk away, the door to the back opened once again, this time with the Canadians coming out. Adam and Jason in the front, laughing between themselves about some joke they had been telling before they came out, with Benoit and Irvine behind them, shaking their heads. Shaking a few hands, they pretty much just headed to their cars. Adam and Jason heading to one, Benoit and Irvine heading to a second one.

Soon after that, Mark, Glenn and Ric came out. Mark cleared the way for them to leave, explaining to the fans that they had a prior arrangement, and were sorry about the lack of autographs. As he was explaining this, Nidia and the Hardy Boys came out, and managed to pretty much sneak past the fans.

Finally, Randy and Dave came out, heading straight to their car, they left without a word to anyone, including Ric who was just getting ready to get into the car with Mark and Glenn as they walked past them.

Meeting back up at the restaurant, the fifteen men and one woman headed in. Once they were seated and had ordered drinks, everyone took a quick look through the menu, all conscious of the eyes on them.

"Maybe we should have just gone on to your place, Kev." Mark said, after the tenth interruption before their drinks had even shown up.

"Might be a better idea. Do you guys want to just order our food to go, and head on to the house where we can be comfortable?" Kevin asked, laying his arm over the back of Scott's chair in a gesture that was both comfortable and possessive, while glaring at a woman who was trying to flirt with Scott.

Scott, having had enough of the women who weren't taking no for an answer, suddenly remembered that he could use Kevin to dissuade the women politely. Still listening to what they were saying, he leaned back into Kevin in a comfortable manor, smiling when his arms automatically wrapped around him, even though he was in conversation with someone else. When they still weren't dissuaded, he kissed Kevin's arm lightly before responding to the women's questions. Evidently, these were some dense women; Scott thought when they were still trying to flirt with him. Thinking fast, he finally hit upon the idea that would not hurt their feelings, but would dissuade their questions. Acting as though it were unconscious habit, Scott reached back and began playing with Kevin's hair. Kevin unthinkingly placed a soft kiss on Scott's neck where it meets the shoulder. Scott tilted his head, giving Kevin access, still watching the women, mentally laughing when realization sat in.

Kevin, however, had finished his conversation with Mark, and was making the most of the time they were to have in public to lavish Scotty with as much attention as he could, kissing his neck, and pulling him closer to himself. Looking down, he noticed Scott was beginning to grow excited by his display. Smiling slightly, he pulled back from Scott, knowing that the others would notice Scott's excitement if he were to stand anytime soon. Note to self, he thought; find out if Scotty minds the guys seeing that he gets excited by Kevin pawing at him.

"Can I take your order?" Their waitress asked, coming back to the group, trying to make her way through the group of fans surrounding the table.

After placing their order to go, they went back to signing autographs, Kevin and Scott still wrapped together. Laughing and joking amongst themselves, the wrestlers signed autographs and posed for pictures with fans while waiting for their order to be finished. There was only one uncomfortable spot, and that was when one rather built man asked if it was true that Kevin, Scott, Mike, and Paul were gay. After looking at each other they just looked at the man and went back to the autographs they had been signing, letting the man make up his own mind, but Kevin moved to put himself between Scott and the man, who began grumbling to himself. The waitress came back with their boxes, telling them that the food was on the house, due to how badly they had been bothered. Smiling their appreciation, the men all gave her autographed pictures that they carried with them, and after leaving a generous tip, they departed, heading back to Kevin's house.

After everyone arrived at Kevin's house, they settled down in the living room with their food and the drinks Kevin, Scott, and Nidia (who was following Scott around) fetched for them from the kitchen. Mark, Glenn, Paul and Mike sat on one of the large couches, Ric, Matt, Jeff, and Benoit sat on the second one, Randy and Dave sat on a loveseat, Adam was sitting in an overstuffed chair, with Jason on the floor near Adam, Irvine sat in a second chair, leaving the last loveseat for Kevin and Scott, with Nidia sitting on the floor near Scott. Eating their dinner, they began talking amongst themselves.

"Okay, so now what?" Benoit asked.

"Anyone want to watch a movie?" Irvine responded.

"Like we're going to find a movie sixteen people can agree on. Shit, Mattie and I can barely find a movie that the two of us can agree on, so imagine trying to add fourteen other people to that." Jeff told them.

"Hey Kev, got any beer?" Glenn asked.

"Scotty doesn't drink anymore." Kevin responded.

"Okay, and that means? Do you have any beer?" Glenn returned.

"That means that Kevin doesn't keep beer in the house since I quit drinking. Since we spend about as much time here as at my place, when I was in re-hab a few years ago, Kevin cleared both places out. I know I never re-stocked at my house, might be too tempting. I guess Kev never restocked here, either." Scott told him.

"Oh, well then, do you have anything other than Pepsi? I hate the shit." Glenn told them.

"Yeah, we all keep Mt. Dew for when the Kid comes to visit." Mike joked.

"Yeah, Kev's also got Lemonade, Tea, Milk, OJ, and I think there's still Coke in there from when Kenny came down to visit us." Scott told them, standing to go get new drinks and throw away trash, since he had already finished eating.

"Could you get me some tea?" Glenn asked politely, going back to his food, which was almost finished.

"Sure. Anyone else want anything?" Scott asked, heading for the kitchen.

"Another Pepsi." Ric called.

"Can we have Mt. Dew?" Jeff asked.

"Anything else?" Scott asked again. When no one answered, he got the requested drinks, along with another Pepsi for himself, and one for Kevin, and headed back to the living room. After handing out the drinks, Scott gathered up what trash had accumulated and threw it away before sitting back down next to Kevin.

"Damn, Kev...is your bitch well trained or what?" Mark joked after Scott had sat back down, laughing when Scott just flipped him off.

"Floor's fuckin hard!" Jason exclaimed, trying to make himself comfortable, though not having much success without any carpet to cushion the floor, nor a backrest to lean back against.

"Come here, Angel." Adam murmured, settling Jason in his lap comfortably, without a care in the world for all the gay jokes that he knew were coming at them.

"Shit and I thought Kevin and Scott were bad." Paul joked, shaking his head and looking over to where Kevin and Scott were sitting on the loveseat, Kevin's arm casually thrown over Scott's shoulders, Scott's head resting on Kevin's chest.

Nidia decided to take matters into her own hands, and after throwing away her trash, climbed into Scott's lap instead of going back to the floor. Kevin and Scott exchanged a look, before Scott picked her up and stood, before setting her back down in his spot, explaining that he had to use the bathroom.

"So, is Scott seeing anyone?" Nidia asked Kevin once he had left the room.

"You'll have to ask him, I'm not sure..." Kevin told her, hedging.

"Kevin, he's like your best friend! How can you not know if he's dating someone?" Ric asked.

"Ric, drop it." Matt called over to him. "I usually don't know when Jeff's dating anyone either."

"Hey, I got an idea! It'll let us all find out stuff about each other, too." Jeff exclaimed.

"Why do I have the feeling we don't want to know?" Adam asked, resigned.

"Don't want to know what?" Scott asked, walking back into the room and settling himself in Kevin's lap before Nidia could move.

"Truth or dare?" Jeff exclaimed, growing exited by the prospect.

"Man, I haven't played that game since I was a kid." Jason cried.

"I'm up for it!" Nidia stated, thinking of the information she could get on Scott out of this.

"Uh, Nidia, you do realize that you are the only female here with a group of fifteen guys. Things are not looking good for you in this game." Mark told her quietly.

"It'll be okay, as long as she doesn't get offended. We'll just make two rules. Rule number one: nothing that gets said or done in this game gets told to anyone who's not here tonight. Rule number two: all dares that require a second participant must be approved by said participant or you have to answer the truth; like say I asked Paul a question, but he chooses dare, so I dare him to fuck Nidia, but she says no, then he would have to answer the question. Just remember, you have to have a good reason to say no to the dare, not just like, I don't want to." Jeff told them eagerly.

"Okay, who starts?" Adam asked.

"Well, it's Kevin's house, so shouldn't he start it?" Randy asked. After everyone nodded their heads in agreement, they all looked to Kevin.

Kevin looked around the room uncomfortably. He wanted to ask something light, to set a not deep mode for this game, but he had a feeling he was wasting his breath with the prayer. Okay, so who do I ask? There's nothing about Scotty I don't already know, that I need to, anyways. And a dare, not with all these people here? Mike and Paul? No, not with everyone else here. Hmm, got it...

"Okay, since this was brought up earlier, Jeff, truth or dare?" Kevin asked.

"I'll start the game with truth." Jeff replied, happy to be picked.

"Okay, do you have a girlfriend?" Kevin asked simply.

"No, I do not have a girlfriend." Jeff said, emphasizing the word girlfriend. "Hmm, who to pick? Adam? Truth or dare?" Jeff said, grinning evilly.

"Truth, I'm afraid of your dares!" Adam said, grinning.

"Okay, how old were you the first time you fucked Jay?" Jeff asked jokingly, watching the way Adam and Jay looked together.

"That's a loaded question! No matter how I answer it, it sounds bad. What's my dare?" Adam asked, indignantly.

"Okay, I dare you to kiss Jay." Jeff said grinning.

Adam leaned down and kissed Jason on the forehead, then looked back at Jeff, a self satisfied smirk on his face. "That'll teach you to learn to phrase your dares better. Mark, truth or dare?"

"I'll stick with truth for now." Mark said mildly.

"What's the riskiest thing you've ever done, without getting paid for it?" Adam asked, eliminating wrestling from his options.

"Well, one night Sarah and I were headed back to the house, and we'd had a little too much to drink at a party, and we were kind of horny, so she rode me while I was driving home. I thought we were going to wreck when I came, but we made it alive." Mark said, shaking his head. "Glenn, truth or dare?" he continued, grinning broadly.

"Uhh, pass? I don't like that look on your face, Mark." Glenn told him, grinning just as broadly.

"Tough. I guess that means dare? Okay, I dare you to call Sean and come on to him in here on speakerphone, where we can all hear you, and I mean come on to him sexually, not just asking him out!" Mark told him.

Grumbling under his breath, Glenn held out his hand for the phone. Picking it up, he dialed by memory, without asking for the phone number, which caused much amusement, considering Glenn couldn't even call Mark without looking his number up first.

"Hey, Kev, what's up? Things go good for you and Scotty tonight?" Sean asked, showing he had glanced at the caller ID before picking up the phone.

"Sean, it's me, not Kev." Glenn replied.

"Glenn baby, why are you calling me from Kevin and Scott's?" Sean asked, revealing far more than he would have if he had known that they were on speaker.

"I wanted to see how you're doing. I haven't heard from you this week, sweety." Glenn told him, dropping his voice seductively.

"Well, I had three shows this week, so I was kind of busy. Good to hear your voice, though." Sean replied, dropping his voice at the last, and giggling a bit.

"So, Baby, whatcha wearin?" Glenn asked, sitting back, smiling at the phone.

"Well, I'm headed to the shower, so what's that tell ya?" Sean told him seductively.

"Damnit, Sean, you are such a tease. Where the hell are you at? I hear the engine running in the background." Glenn drawled, obviously forgetting that there were avid ears listening.

"Well tonight's show was in Georgia, so I am halfway through Florida right now. I was headed to the hotel to surprise you, but now I guess I'm headed to Kevin's. I should be there within an hour. Think they'll mind an extra houseguest?" Sean asked.

"Baby, you know you have a room here, just like Mike, Scott, and Paul do. Of course Kevin wouldn't mind." Glenn said, alerting Sean to the fact that he was not alone.

"Good. Hey, babe, is Fuzzy busy, I need to ask him something." Sean said, signaling that he understood.

"Yeah, Scott's here, hang on a sec, I'll get him to pick up the other line." Glenn said, getting up to grab a second cordless and hand it to Scott, switching off the speakerphone as Scott picked up.

"Hey yo, Kid! What's up?" Scott said into the phone. Scott and Glenn listened intently to what Sean said, as Scott squirmed in Kevin's lap, drawing his cock to attention. Noticing quickly what he had done, Scott shifted so that he was covering Kevin's erection before anyone noticed, ready to cry at the torment that was causing both of them.

"Yeah, Kid, your room's open. We'll manage something for sleeping arrangements. See you soon." Scott said before hanging up the phone.

"Alright, my turn! Matt, truth or dare?" Glenn asked, as he sat the phone down.

"Truth." Matt said, watching the proceedings with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Okay, how old were you when you lost your virginity?" Glenn asked.

"I was seventeen." Matt replied, quietly, before looking around the room trying to choose someone who hadn't been asked anything yet. "Mike, Truth or dare?"

"Dare!" Mike exclaimed, looking like he was up for any challenge.

"Damn, I was afraid you were going to say that. Okay, I dare you to strip, and then sit in Paul's lap for the rest of the night." Matt said, sure that one of them would object, forcing Mike to take truth.

Everyone was shocked when Mike got up and headed over to the radio, and cut it on. Smiling, he listened to the music for a moment, getting the beat, before beginning to strip, and giving Paul one hell of a lap dance in the process. Once he was naked, cock jutting up proudly, Mike turned off the radio before settling himself comfortably in Paul's lap.

"Hey Paul, truth or dare?" Mike asked.

"Truth, if I say dare you're liable to ask me to blow you or something." Paul joked.

"Okay, fine...what was the most embarrassing thing you have ever done?" Mike asked him, smirking.

"Probably that time I introduced you to my parents, and you decided to french me because you thought it would be funny. My Dad screamed at me for hours before he finally listened to reason, and my mom to this day thinks that I only got married to cover up the fact that I'm gay." Paul responded, wrapping his arms around Mike and shifting him slightly in his lap, trying to cover up his own erection.

"Irvine? Truth or dare?" Paul asked.

"With the dares going on here? I'll stick with truth." Irvine joked.

"Okay, I like Mike's question. What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?" Paul asked.

"I don't know, probably when I was fifteen and my girlfriend and I were in my room having sex. Well, my parents, who weren't supposed to be home, walked in right in the middle of it. To make matters worse, her parents, who were the best friends of my parents, walked in about three seconds later when my mom started screaming. Good Lord, it was a madhouse! I don't think I was allowed out of the house for the next year, and that's nothing compared to the yelling we were subjected to." Chris said, shaking his head at the memory before looking over at Jason. "Truth or dare, Jase?" He added.

"I'll take a dare. Try to make it a good one, if you please." Jason joked, smirking at Chris, wondering what he was going to come up with.

"Okay, I guess I'll stick with the pattern of mimicking. Strip and sit in Adam's lap for the rest of the night." Irvine told him after a moment's hesitation.

"Addy, you mind?" Jason asked, wondering where this was coming from.

"Go ahead Angel. You won't bother me. It's not like I haven't seen you naked enough times over the years. Locker rooms, hotel rooms, hell, I've probably seen you naked more often than I've seen myself." Adam joked, trying to force his voice to sound normal, instead of hoarse from the thought of his favorite fantasy coming true, Jason, naked, cuddled up on his lap, kissing him, touching him. Shit. Calm down or you're going to give yourself away, Copeland, he thought.

Jason stripped quickly, before hiding in Adam's arms. He was self-conscious of his body, and while he was always shy in the locker rooms, there was also a woman present as well as the guys. He curled into Adam, trying to shield himself, and when he noticed that that left his ass open to view, he turned beat red before trying to grab a blanket to cover himself.

"Hey, that's cheating!" Benoit joked.

"No cheating! If I have to do it, you do too!" Mike told him.

Glaring at Benoit, Jason dropped the blanket and tried to block the view of his ass with his hands. When he noticed that wasn't working, he turned yet again. Now seated directly on Adam's lap, thankfully oblivious to Adam's erection through his jeans, and put his hands in his lap. Noticing he was still not totally covered, he grabbed Adam's hands and put them around him and in his lap too, to help him cover himself, not noticing the strained look that came over Adam's face.

"Benoit, truth or dare?" Jason asked, glaring at Benoit.

"Truth." Benoit told him, looking Jason dead in the eye, knowing that saying dare at this point would be hazardous to his health.

"Have you ever cheated on your wife?" Jason asked.

"No." Benoit answered, still looking Jason dead in the eye, but now smirking. "Ric, truth or dare?" He asked, once he had finally turned away from Jason.

"I'll live dangerously, my boy. Dare." Ric told him.

"Okay, I dare you to French kiss Paul." Benoit told him, wondering if he was taking this too far.

"I object." Paul stated, shaking his head.

"Why? You kissed Shawn on national television, man." Benoit said, looking quizzically at Paul.

"Yeah, and I already have a naked Mike in my lap. Pick someone else." Paul ordered.

"Fine, French kiss Dave, then." Benoit told him, before noticing Dave and Randy both shaking their heads. "Great. Fine. Mark then?" He said, smiling when Mark shrugged, as if to say whatever; just don't expect me to help.

Ric got up from where he was sitting next to Matt and walked over to Mark, resigned. Mark glared at him, but otherwise made no movement. Ric leaned down, pressing his mouth to Mark's unresponsive lips. Opening his mouth, Ric pushed Mark's mouth open with his tongue, as he thrust it inside Mark's mouth, running his tongue over the roof of Mark's mouth. Pulling back, Ric looked over at Benoit, questioningly.

"Good enough, Ric." Benoit told him, smirking at them as Ric walked back over to his seat, and Mark took a long swallow of his drink, as though to erase the taste of Ric's mouth.

"You think it's funny, Huh, Randy? Okay, truth or dare." Ric asked, noticing Randy laughing at Mark, who was now joking around, making gagging noises.

"Dare." Randy told him, still laughing.

"Okay, I dare you to let Dave feel you up." Ric told him, smirking at the look on both men's faces.

After looking at each other, then back at Ric, then back at each other, the two men leaned closer to each other, twin looks of awkwardness on their faces. Dave leaned in, reaching over with his free hand, the one that wasn't already wrapped around Randy's body. Placing it on his shoulder, he slowly ran it over Randy's body, fondling first his chest, then his crotch more extensively. Forgetting where he was at for a moment, Randy let his head roll back onto Dave's chest as his cock swelled to attention. Dave reluctantly released Randy's cock, and ran his nails up Randy's body hard; trying to jerk him back to attention, before he let someone know this was not abnormal.

"Alrighty then, Nidia, truth or dare?" Randy asked, separating himself from Dave with a soft smile obliviously on his face.

"Dare." Nidia said, hopeful of being asked to do something with Scotty, who was sitting next to her in Kevin's lap.

"I dare you to feel Kevin up." Randy told her, smirking at Kevin.

"I don't want to move, Randy. If you make her do that, I'll have to. Give her something else to do." Scotty said, trying to keep from letting Nidia, or anyone else for that matter find out Kev was sporting an erection from him wiggling around in his lap.

"Alright, I dare you to feel Scott up then." Randy said.

"No!" Kevin shouted, startling everyone with the venom of his response as he drew Scotty protectively closer to himself, snarling at Nidia who had already begun reaching for Scott.

"What the fuck are you doing to Fuzzy?" Sean yelled irately, running breathlessly through the door. He had begun running when he heard Kevin's scream, the one that was reserved for anyone daring to touch his precious Scott.

"We just dared Nidia to feel him up." Randy told him, puzzled by Kevin's response, the ticked look on Sean's face, the look of panic Scott was wearing, and the growls coming from Mike and Paul.

"It's alright, Scotty. No one's going to touch you, baby. I'm here." Kevin was murmuring softly to Scott, gently rubbing his back soothingly.

"Scotty, you okay?" Sean asked softly, as he walked over to the loveseat where Kevin and Scott were sitting, throwing a glare over his shoulder at Randy as he went. Mike and Paul were already there, kneeling down on the floor their voices low as they joined Kevin in murmuring soothingly to Scott, who was beginning to look less fearful, until he noticed Nidia still sitting next to him. Sean noticed Scott scooting further away from Nidia, who was watching with a confused, hurt look on her face. "Kev, your room." Sean said.

"We'll be back in a few minutes." Paul threw over his shoulder as the five men walked out of the room.

"Alright, what the hell was that all about?" Randy asked after they had left.

"Scotty can't stand to be touched by people he doesn't know. Has a hard time of it with the fans, but then he just slips into his gimmick, and deals with it. If you ever shared a locker-room with him, you'd know he stays in the shower forever after he comes back in from his shots. Not my business to tell you the reason for it, just know that it is nothing personal, honey." Mark told them, looking over at Nidia near the end, seeing her about to cry.

"Well shit. Why didn't anybody tell me?" Randy asked the room in general.

"Hell thought you knew, boy." Mark replied, shaking his head.

"Well, obviously I didn't." Randy said, sulking.

"It's alright, Randy. No one blames you." Glenn said, quietly, as Sean walked back into the room, followed by Mike and Paul.

"Kev and Scotty will be back in another minute or two." Sean said, climbing onto Glenn's lap and curling up like a kitten, purring as Glenn automatically wrapped his arms around him.

"Don't worry about it, Randy. You didn't know." Paul told him, as he sat down and drew Mike back into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around him.

"Sorry about that, everyone. Where were we?" Scott asked, sitting back down with Kevin, curling into his arms, and shyly smiling at Nidia in apology.

"I guess it was my turn?" Nidia asked, when everyone else was quiet, watching to see what was going to happen. When no one spoke, she looked over at Scott, seeing him looking at her encouragingly; she asked him "Truth or dare, Scott?"

"Truth." Scott said, snuggling closer into Kevin, as though for protection.

"Are you involved with anyone?" Nidia asked, trying to keep it light with Scott, not sure if he was ready to get back into this, but still desperately wanting him.

"My heart is taken. Has been for a long time now." Scott said shyly, smiling softly as he felt Kevin's arms tighten around him at his words. "Hey kid? Truth or dare?" Scott said, slowly getting back into the game.

"Dare." Sean replied, practically bouncing in place with excitement, causing Glenn to groan quietly in frustration before pulling Sean down tightly in his lap, trying to hold him in place.

"Well, I'd say Mark looks lonely. Strip and switch laps." Scott told him, smirking.

Sean stood and quickly removed his clothes, climbing into Mark's lap; he looked up at Mark, smiling before turning his glaze to Glenn. "Glenn, baby? Dare?" Sean asked, breathlessly.

"Yeah." Glenn said, raking his eyes up and down Sean's body before looking into Mark's eyes and grinning, savagely at the lust he saw reflected there.

"Let's go." Sean said standing and grabbing Glenn and Mark's hands and leading them out of the room. "Be in my room Kev. See ya'll in the morning."

"Ya'll have fun, Kid." Kevin told them, shaking his head, wishing he could drag Scott off in the same manor, but that wouldn't work, at least until he figured out sleeping arrangements. May as well do that now, he thought.

"Well, Sean, Glenn, and Mark are in Sean's room I guess. Mike, you can stay with Paul so I can give your room to the Hardyz with a 'z'. Adam and Jay can take Scotty's room, he'll stay with me. Nidia, you can take the other spare room. Hmm, Randy and Dave can take the last spare room. The couches fold out, Chris, Chris, and Ric, ya'll are stuck, sorry." Kevin informed them, standing up, Scott still in his arms. "Everyone know which room is yours or you need me to show you?"

"Uh, Kev, could you show me which room we're in?" Adam asked, as he and Jason stood up. Jason wrapped a throw blanket around himself and followed Adam over to where Kevin was standing.

"Yeah, follow me." Kevin said, turning to head out of the living room. Walking down a hallway, Kevin stopped in front of the door right next to his room, opening the door and Leading Adam and Jason into it; he turned to see the looks of shock on their faces.

"It's not really my room, its Tristan's. I sleep in Kevin's room, but don't tell anyone." Scott told them, smiling.

"I kind of had that feeling." Adam said, grinning at Scott who was still being held by Kevin as though he were a baby.

"Yeah, Sean kind of gave it away on the phone." Jason added. "Who's next door?"

"Uh, the Hardy's, I think. That's Scott's oldest's room. We're on your other side. Don't worry, we'll keep it down if you will." Kevin said, grinning evilly as he walked out of the room.

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