It started with whisky... A lot of whisky. And a snowstorm... A big snowstorm... And pain. So much pain... The booze might have been most to blame. But that's the way a lot of things started with the sons of Ireland, no matter how many generations removed.

They were snowed-in in Chicago and no planes were going anywhere. "You can check out any time you like, but you can never leeeeeave." Mark had heard Jericho singing loudly in the lobby earlier, while many of the guys were hanging around getting the word on their cancelled flights.

Mark, old hat at this kind of thing, had rolled his eyes and headed out into the blizzard for the closest convenience store. He needed supplies in the form of booze and food. He wasn't going anywhere for awhile, so he might as well relax and enjoy himself.

He was back in his room and just thinking about tracking down Bradshaw to see if he had a poker game on the go yet, when the knock came. Mark hoped it was someone like Trish or Adam, and that they were feeling lonely.

Instead Glenn awaited him on the other side of the door. His hair was hanging over his face, and he was holding a bag of take out. "I-I'm bored." He said softly. He always spoke softly, only loud enough to be just audible. Mark sighed, but smiled a little.

"Come on in. What did you get?" Mark asked.

"Just burgers" Glenn replied.

"You eat anything else ever?"

"I like burgers." Glenn defended.

"Glenn, when this weather clears, I'm taking you out for a meal. A real dining experience. At the very least, something that doesn't involve ground beef."

"My... My face... You know I don't like to go out." He said, coming into the room, and standing awkwardly until Mark invited him to sit down at the table. Mark ignored the scarring issue for the moment. Mark didn't see them as all that bad, honestly. But Mark was one of the few that had seen them.

Glenn unpacked his meal, and Mark poured them both a good stiff drink. He knew Glenn hated the cold, and would appreciate the warmth the alcohol would bring. Mark would admit that he didn't like the damp chill much either... He would even admit to being a bit bored himself.

So they ate and drank, and kept on drinking. They put some fairly innocuous movie on TV, but paid little attention to it. Instead, they passed the time talking about what they'd read in the paper that morning and made predictions (mostly wildly embellished) about how long the storm would last. They made the point to stop when they got to Rip Van Winkle's naptime like proportions, for fear of jinxing themselves to an involuntary winter spent in Chicago. When work inevitably came up, and Mark mentioned the need for Glenn to reach out and socialize more, the same out argument emerged.

"They don't want to know me, Mark. I'm not normal, and I don't have the confidence to be comfortable with it like you do." He said, draining his drink. Mark rolled his eyes and took Glenn's wrist in his hand, and hauled his younger brother to his feet. "What are you doing?" Glenn was a bit panicked.

"Just come with me."

"Where are we going?" Glenn demanded.

"Trust me, Glenn. For once in your life, trust me." Mark insisted gently. Glenn gave up slowly, and allowed himself to be led into the bathroom. Mark flicked the switch and the lights and fan came on. He stood Glenn in front of the mirror and pulled his hair away from his nervous brother's face. "Look, Glenn. Really look at yourself. The scars aren't that bad. They've faded with time." Glenn looked in the mirror, but was more concentrating on Mark's presence looming beside him. "You are not ugly, Glenn." Mark said and then...

...Well, Mark still to this day couldn't tell you why he did what he did... But the fact remains is that he did do it. Maybe it was the only way for him to express what he couldn't find words for. Maybe it was the weather, and the cabin fever that came with it. Maybe it was the booze. Maybe it was two months spent on the road with home nowhere in the forecast. Though, Mark would have put his money on the booze.

What Mark did was lean in and kissed Glenn softly, at the corner of his mouth where scar tissue met skin. He then traced a line of kisses up Glenn's cheek along the border between scar and skin. They were tender and moist kisses that Mark kept his mouth partially open for. He tried to put all the love into them that he could.

Glenn finally got over his shock at being touched like that, and jerked away from Mark. "What are you trying to do? Are you making fun of me?" Glenn asked, throwing up an emotional wall he used whenever someone got too close, be it physically or mentally. Mark reached a hand up to Glenn's face slowly. Glenn tried to move his head back, but something in Mark's gaze made him hold still. Mark's hand was warm on Glenn's cheek.

"No, Glenn. What I'm trying to do is to get you to let me in. Don't push me away like this. You've been alone for so long now... Too long. Far too long." He said. His tone was the audio equivalent of caramel. Glenn's eyes were suddenly wet with tears. How could Mark pin him down so easily? Where had he learned to do that?

Glenn was tired of his walls. He was tired of taking on the world solo. He wanted, no, needed to trust... And Mark was the only person in the world it made sense for him to trust. Glenn leaned into Mark's warm hand, and closed his eyes, tears falling as he did. He hadn't cried in years, but somehow it felt okay to do so at that moment. It was his first tentative attempt at trusting Mark with more then his body while they were in a wrestling ring.

"I'm so tired of it." Glenn whispered, and it only brought more tears to his eyes.

"It'll be okay, Glenn. Just let me in. I'll help as best as I can. I swear." Mark said. The dam on Glenn's anguish broke, and he reached for Mark. Mark held him tightly while Glenn cried silently. "It's okay. I got you. Don't worry, I got you." Mark murmured.

Glenn hated this, being drunk and unable to hide from his trauma. But Mark, just by being there, made it a little more tolerable. Mark helped Glenn make his way to the bed. He helped Glenn out of his shoes and lie down on the mattress. Mark cleared the hair from Glenn's face, and then straddled his body. He held himself over Glenn, and then kissed his mouth. Mark was pleasantly surprised when Glenn's mouth was stirred to response. His baby brother was a decent kisser Mark discovered. It must run in the family.

"I love you." Mark said softly when they broke for air. Glenn wasn't sure just how Mark had meant that, but he knew that he did mean it.

"Why?" Glenn asked. "All I've ever tried to do is hurt you."

"Love is love... Without sense or reason." Mark mused.

"Mark... Would... would you..." Glenn trailed off, afraid to ask.

"Would I what?"

"Touch... me... No one touches me unless they mean to hurt me." Glenn's voice was little more then an exhaled breath and very nervous. Mark without hesitation reached up and ran a hand through Glenn's brown hair, with a tender smile on his face.

"That's something we'll have to rectify." Mark said and kissed Glenn's lips. Mark didn't feel uncomfortable or awkward at all kissing his brother. In fact, he could care less about that small detail. The man underneath him was hurting and Mark could change that. He loved Glenn. He did. He couldn't help it really. He'd been strangely thrilled to hear that he might still have a blood relative alive. He hadn't been so thrilled when Glenn started to hand his ass to him on national television... But they'd come a long way since then off the camera. And really, what were a few beatings between brothers?

Mark now traveled the length of Glenn's body, unbuttoning his shirt and delivering more of those soft, open mouthed kisses. Glenn breathed heavy and moaned beneath him. Mark wondered how long it had been since anybody had been tender with Glenn... Or if anybody had for that matter. Glenn seemed to know the mechanics well enough, but a hooker could teach that in thirty minutes or less. No, Mark was wondering about emotional involvement. Had anybody bothered to ever get to know Glenn?

"More" Glenn whispered, pulling Mark from his thoughts while he pulled at the bottom of Mark's shirt. Mark obliged by sitting up and removing it. They looked at each other for awhile, and for once, Glenn didn't seem to be uncomfortable with being looked at. Mark was covered in tattoos and Glenn covered in strips of scars. Glenn gazed up at Mark's naturally muscular chest and the faint six-pack that graced at that perfect skin of his stomach. Glenn couldn't resist. He brought a hand up and ran his finger tips over the taut skin of Mark's belly. That elicited a gasp from Mark.

Mark smiled down at Glenn, encouraging him to explore and get accustomed to this new situation. Mark got a good look at Glenn's body then as well. The scarring was in strips like rivers viewed from the air. There was much of it that was clear where he'd grown since childhood. Working with Glenn in the ring had illustrated to Mark how defined his brother was, but he'd never gotten the opportunity to really appreciate that before. He happily watched the muscles under Glenn's skin move. He took in the rise and fall of Glenn's chest as he breathed. It was hypnotic and intoxicating.

Mark always figured himself for a reincarnated Roman senator. He'd always found men equally as attractive as women. He liked his women womanly and his men manly... And the broad expanse of Glenn's chest and shoulders, and the treasure trail of hair leading down to his groin broadcasted his masculinity. "Look at you." Mark said with a low whistle after it. "Such a handsome fella."

Glenn tried to roll out from underneath him. "Now I know you're making fun of me. You're a sick guy, Mark." Mark rolled Glenn back flat on to the bed, and held his shoulders down to the mattress. He kissed Glenn hard on the mouth. Glenn struggled for a moment, but soon gave in to the kiss and his brother's will. Mark ran his hands through Glenn's hair when they both calmed down again.

"Glenn, you're beautiful to me. Damaged you may be, that isn't something we can deny, but in my eyes you are beautiful." Mark propped himself up on an elbow, and used his free hand to stroke Glenn's cheek. "If I could change this, I would. I'd take them away if I could. If it were possible, I'd wear them in your place. Believe that... And no matter the obsession with the superficial this world has, I love you, damage and all. God, I love you so much."

It was Mark's turn for his eyes to get misty. He couldn't find any more words so kissed Glenn again, hoping that would be enough to get his point across. He ran the hand that had been on Glenn's face down his chest and belly. Mark felt his own erection pressing at the fly of his jeans, and moving his hand further down, could feel that Glenn was just as hard as he was.

That's when it hit Mark... He was going to have sex with his brother, and he was going to enjoy every minute of it... And he certainly wasn't going to regret it in the morning. He only hoped Glenn didn't either.

Mark took every step to make Glenn feel attractive and wanted. Mark started with his kisses again at Glenn's throat, worked his way down to his collar bone and then to nipples. He sucked and bit them gently up to hard nubs. Glenn moaned quietly. Mark kissed his way down to Glenn's waistline. With tender hands he undid Glenn's fly and had to chuckle deeply when he discovered that Glenn had been going commando today.

"You'll catch your death of cold going around like this." Mark had to tease.

"It's laundry day." Glenn whispered, and Mark laughed. Glenn could always make him laugh. Even in his foulest of moods. To reward Glenn, he pulled his brother's jeans down and freeing Glenn's erection. Mark ran his tongue along the length of it and Glenn gasped. A couple more long slow licks and Glenn was mewling out his happiness. Mark had to groan himself. Watching his brother caught up in sexual pleasure was really hot. This was made even more explicit by the taboo nature of how Glenn had gotten there.

Glenn's head rolled back when Mark swallowed as much of his dick as he could. It was nice to have sex with someone more his size for once. Anyone else who'd given him a blowjob up until this point always had to use their hand to help them get the job done. Glenn didn't consider his dick huge, it was just in proportion to the rest of his body, and the rest of him was far from petit.

Mark sucked him off steadily and Glenn moaned out his pleasure. He was still far too quiet for Mark's liking. He was used to more rowdy partners. Glenn didn't even so much as buck his hips, apparently afraid of hurting Mark. Mark kept on sucking but groped for the bedside table and the lube that was on it. Glenn had his eyes closed and so he didn't notice Mark lubing up his fingers.

With butterfly touches Mark sought Glenn's opening. Finding it, he spread lube around it. When Mark pushed his finger past the ring of muscle, Glenn squawked, sat up violently and came into Mark's mouth. Mark kept his laughter down until he has safely swallowed Glenn's cum. Releasing Glenn's cock from his mouth; Mark smiled at finally getting some noise out of Glenn.

"You like that?" Mark asked. His voice was resonate and assured, and had Glenn mesmerized.

"I-I don't know." Glenn said breathlessly. He was pleasured and dopey but looked curious to find out. "Do it again." He said as he lay back with eager eyes. Mark kept on smiling as he prepared the groaning Glenn. He was squirming under Mark, his eyes rolled back in his head as he figured out if he was feeling pleasure or pain. Mark felt his jeans were fit to burst he felt just watching this. He undid his fly and shoved his jeans and boxers down with one hand for relief. Glenn was oblivious until Mark felt he was ready to put his money where his fingers had been. Mark removed his last finger as he slid his well lubed cock in, and Glenn let out a yell that that made Mark grin from ear to ear. This was what he wanted. If he was having sex, he wanted the whole damn world to know about it. Just to let them know what they were missing.

"Oh! Holy shit! More!" Glenn demanded when Mark hit prostate. "For the love of God, more, Mark!" Mark slid his member further into the tight opening and groaned loudly himself. He was fighting for control because he wanted to witness every second of Glenn's frenzied desire.

"More Mark! Fuck me!" Glenn commanded. Soon Mark was balls deep in flavour country, with Glenn howling like a banshee and thrashing underneath him. The cries were beyond words when Mark's hand, which had reached down and was pumping Glenn's cock, was covered in hot, sticky cum. Glenn's entire body shuddered and the tightness on Mark's member was too much. He came with a growl, spilling into Glenn and then withdrawing gently. He lowered himself carefully on top of Glenn.

"Wow" Mark rasped into Glenn's ear. "Wow Glenn." Glenn could feel the smile that Mark's cheek was pulled into against his own.

"I think you fucked me sober." Glenn said and Mark's chest vibrated with laughter against him. Mark also reveled in the fact that Glenn spoke with in full voice when he said it. When Glenn didn't say anything else, Mark raised his head to investigate.

"You're not freaked out are you?" Mark asked.

"No" Glenn said almost too quickly, but then he took a breath and smiled. "No, Mark. That was great." There was another pause, but Glenn found he couldn't focus his attention on anything other then Mark. Well, the man just did have his dick up Glenn's ass. That demanded a certain amount of attention. "Look, I gotta tell you something before we both pass out here."

"What? I didn't hurt you did I?" Mark's genuine concern wasn't lost on Glenn.

"No, Mark... It's just that no one's ever... made me feel that good before. Is this a one time thing? 'Cause if it is, I have to know now-"

"I said you could trust me, Glenn. I meant what I said... And anytime you want this again, you just look at me the right way and I'm there." Mark gave him a loaded smile. It spoke of all the things they'd never be able to let see the light of day... But you know, in that good way. Mark kissed Glenn tenderly again, and hauled himself up to get a warm cloth to clean them up a bit. When Glenn made motion to leave, Mark let out what Glenn could only describe as a growl. He grabbed Glenn's wrist.

"No, you're not going anywhere." Mark said. His tone was even, but firm and left no room for argument. "Tonight, you're going to sleep "in the rank sweat of an enseamed bed" with me, and for a few hours, you are going to believe that you are something other then hideous."

Glenn looked bewildered, but when Mark pulled Glenn close again, he didn't resist. Mark smelled of sweat and sex... But the vague aura of threat he usually had hanging behind his green eyes was far, far away. They collapsed onto the mattress, and felt it strain under their combined weight. Mark spooned behind Glenn, a solid arm over Glenn's side. Glenn felt distracted by it at first, but soon appreciated the warmth shared between them. "You know, quoting Shakespeare won't get me to do everything you want." Glenn said; his voice had resumed its normal muted tones. Mark chuckled and kissed the back of Glenn's neck.

"I'll take that bet." Mark said. Glenn laughed silently and smiled into the darkness. Sleep found him easily.

The knocking started around nine in the morning. It was a soft, but persistent rap on the door. It was also just enough to annoy Mark into consciousness. He cracked an eye. Glenn still lay beside him, but he'd rolled away during the night. He was on his back, with an arm behind his head, legs slightly spread apart. Mark couldn't be positive, but he thought he could see the faintest trace of a smile on Glenn's lips. The knocking continued. Mark gave an annoyed look towards the door, but broke into a smile of his own when he looked back at Glenn. He sighed and got carefully out of bed, as not to disturb him.

Mark found his discarded jeans from yesterday on the floor... or perhaps they were Glenn's. He wasn't sure. Better then that, he didn't care. He stepped into the jeans and did up the fly, glad that he cleaned himself and Glenn up last night.

Through the peephole, he made out the distorted image of one of his favorite people on the other side of the door. It was someone who had shared his bed on a number of occasions, but usually only when the other needed a port in a storm. Mark threw the deadbolt and opened the door quietly. "Good morning Trish." He whispered, bringing his finger to her lips to mute her.

"Who's the lucky guy?" She whispered. Mark raised an eyebrow, stepped out into the hall, and closed the door most of the way behind him.

"So you heard that then?" He asked.

"Honey, I think everyone within five floors heard it. Who do you have stashed in there?"

"You might not... like it... if I tell you." He said.

"Why? Is it Jay? He and I are done." She said, and stuck out her tongue a bit. Mark smiled.

"No. No Canadians were involved in my activities last night."

"Soooo... Who's the mystery man?" She persisted.

"I can't tell you." He said, rubbing his eyes and trying to rouse his wits to deal with this. Trish was a friend, but this wasn't her business or concern. Trish looked him up and down and then narrowed her eyes.

"You look great in Glenn's jeans... in a wannabe skater sort of a way."

"Wha?" Mark asked, looking down. It became clear when his bleary eyes focused. Fucking women and their powers of observation, he thought. The jeans hung dangerously low on his body, held up more by his ass then his hips. Loathe as Mark was to admit it, Glenn was built a little bigger then him, and the jeans were just big enough to look loose on Mark. There was a distinctive rip between the knee and ankle. Mark knew that Glenn had worn these jeans down to the lobby yesterday because he'd seen him there. Trish must have seen Glenn elsewhere. Mark groaned and closed his eyes. Busted. Now he was on damage control, and he hadn't even had coffee yet. God, coffee would be so good right now...

"You've got Glenn in there don't you?" Trish asked, her expression a mixture of surprise, fascination, and confusion. Mark took Trish's wrist in his hand, his grip was firm, but he wasn't hurting her.

"You've got to promise to keep this quiet, Trish... This... I don't know what this is. But he needs it. I need it."

"Wh- Why?" She was managing to keep her voice down, but only barely.

"Because I love him, and I want him to understand that it has nothing to do with pity. I want him... I just... want... him. It's probably some weird separation anxiety issue resurfacing, but I want him as badly as I've wanted anybody."

"That's really fucked up, but kind of sweet." Trish concluded after a moment's consideration. Mark kissed the back of her hand, and released his hold on her.

"You'll keep it under wraps?" He asked anxiously.

"Yeah, Mark. Of course I will. But if you ever want anything to spice up the routine..." She gave him a coy look, and Mark had to smile through his stress back at her.

"Trust me, you and I are far from putting an end to our little sexcapade. You are way too much fun to let slip by."

"Well, thank you."

"I should go get some breakfast into Sleeping Beauty." Mark said, looking towards the door.

"Hey, how about I meet you down in the lobby. The three of us can go somewhere together." She said.

"If I'm not there in half an hour, go ahead without me okay?"

"You got it." She said and winked at him. He leaned in and kissed her cheek. He wasn't lying to his curvy friend. He enjoyed her company better then most, and looked forward to their next interlude.

He returned to Glenn who was snoring softly. Just loud enough to be cute as opposed to sawing logs. He leaned over and kissed those full lips. Glenn's eyes opened wide and it took him a second to get his bearings. He sat up and Mark put his arms around Glenn, and kissed his neck. "Time to get up, Snow White." Mark teased. Glenn looked rather surprised that Mark was still kissing him in the morning light. He knew full well now the strangeness of the situation.

"Is this a good idea?" Glenn whispered. Mark understood the larger meaning.

"Look Glenn, after the past we've had together, I'd say us making love is a step in the right direction. It's certainly more constructive then beating the tar out of each other." Mark answered. He started kissing Glenn's neck again, not discriminating between scars and skin. With his brother's bulk wrapped around him, Glenn felt something he hadn't since he was a child. He felt safe. It felt like nothing bad could happen to him at this moment. That made him smile despite himself.

"How can you always smell so good?" Glenn asked. Mark didn't stop his ministrations, merely spoke between them. It felt to Glenn he was trying to well up a subtle hickey as a joke.

"Mmm... What... do you... mean, Glenn?"

"You smell good. How do you do that? After a match, after nine hours on a plane, and even after fucking me senseless, you come out smelling like roses. What is the miracle cologne that does that?"

"Part of it might be the fact that I eat better then you. It comes out your pours you know." Mark had stopped, and was now smiling while looking into Glenn's eyes. "Speaking of which, we have a breakfast invitation from Trish."

"You have a breakfast invitation from Trish." Glenn corrected.

"No. We do. I know this great little hole in the wall bistro that's not far. Hopefully it'll be open in this weather." Mark cast his eyes to the window. The snow was still flying. He didn't have to be looking at Glenn to know that his uncertainty was returning to him. One night of believing that he wasn't Quasimodo would not be near enough to cure him of his shyness. Mark knew this, still he was hungry, and he knew Glenn would be too.

"We got to eat, Glenn, and the food in the restaurant here ain't gonna cut it if I know proper food is available. I get to be a very grumpy Taker if I have to subject myself to crappy food... And really, if you think about it, less people are likely to know you if we go out of the hotel for breakfast." Mark reasoned.

It took Mark another eight minutes to convince Glenn to go out, four of which they spent in the shower. Then as Mark insisted that they dress for the place, they made their way back to Glenn's room. Glenn balked again once they were there. "No, Mark. I'll just get room service and it'll be fine..."

Mark stepped forward and touched Glenn's cheek, giving him a kiss. "I'll give you a blowjob when we get back." He bargained. Glenn groaned at being bribed this way.

"Fine" Glenn muttered, and followed Mark down to the lobby.

The snow was still pelting down when they walked out the doors of the hotel with Trish and Chris Irvine in tow. Mark called him Jericho more out of habit then anything. He knew his real name... But it was just what he was called. To Chris, Mark was Taker. They'd never been particularly close, and went with the names they were most familiar with. Chris had come along because he'd heard the place Mark suggested they go, and wanted to try it. Mark had the kind of stroke to walk into a place with no reservation and still get a good table and great service. Chris was closer to Trish because of the storyline they'd worked together, and felt comfortable because of her company.

Glenn was the enigma in the group. Chris had been surprised that Glenn was going along; but had smiled and said hello in such a genuinely friendly manner, that Glenn could find no way to interpret it as a backhanded insult. Glenn had merely nodded in response, his hair covering most of his face again.

They chose to walk to the nearby bistro, and on a day like this, no one bothered them on the way. Chris was the only one who looked at ease in the blowing snow and cold that bit at the extremities. He still admitted he was a prairie boy through and through.

Trish walked beside Mark, and they talked about whatever came up. Chris had heard that they had a casual relationship of sorts, but he wasn't about to ask Mark about it. The story went that Mark had put a stop to numerous unwelcome advances on Trish, and they'd gotten close because of that. He'd also heard that Mark had other proclivities that he was quiet about, but wouldn't deny. A boy could dream, Chris figured.

Mark walking beside Trish meant that Glenn was walking beside Chris. Glenn was awkwardly silent on the walk. Chris actually had no idea if the guy could talk, but he kept up a one-sided conversation anyway. His hearing had to be all right though, because several times, Chris could swear that he saw Glenn smile through the curtain of hair over his face. So the Big Red Machine had a sense of humour. Chris could work with that.

When they arrived at an unassuming restaurant, Mark greeted the matron at the door in boisterous Italian. Chris was impressed at the rapid fire conversation the normally drawling Texan had with the gray haired woman. Trish and Glenn on the other hand, knowing Mark's affinity for showing off here and there, merely rolled their eyes. They caught each other doing it, and Trish flashed Glenn a smile that dazzled him.

They were seated, and Glenn merely nodded when asked if he wanted coffee. He felt hyper aware and far too large for this place. He wondered how Mark could be so at ease just about anywhere he ended up... Even if it was in bed with his own brother. The fucker. Glenn shifted uncomfortably but tried to hide it. He was sore from last night, but he wasn't ever going to admit that to Mark. It had felt far too good at the time to get caught up in the after effects.

It was sick to want his brother sexually. It had to be... It was. Still, that didn't make Glenn want it any less. Mark knew him. Mark didn't mind his appearance. Most of all, Mark was safe. He tried to remember a time after the fire that he'd felt completely safe, and the only time that came to mind was a mere fifty minutes or so ago when Mark had woken him up and held him close. How could this desire be sick when it made him feel so secure? And just when the fuck had his life turned into a V.C. Andrews novel? He smiled a bit at that thought. He'd have to tell Mark that one later. He'd laugh at that. He liked making Mark laugh. Waltman had told him once that no one had heard Mark laugh until Glenn and he started getting along and splitting the odd dressing room. Mark's big booming laugh had echoed out the door, though no one could figure out why Mark would be laughing.

Glenn came to a sudden agreement with what Mark had said earlier. They had such a messed up history, that this was just a natural progression in strangeness. He watched the snow swirl outside and held onto his coffee mug to absorb the warmth of it into his still chilled hands. He had his forearms braced against the table, hunching his massive shoulders, trying to make himself seem smaller.

Mark loved his size, loved to use it to attract attention or intimidate, or make someone feel safe... Glenn hated the attention his height brought. He continued to look at the snow, and let himself be slowly hypnotized by it. It seemed to have a pulse, pausing briefly beside the glass of the window, only to be whisked off again by the wind. He didn't notice that his hair had fallen away from his face... He did notice when he felt eyes on him though. He looked back at his table mates and realized that the scarred side of his face was completely exposed. It was Mark's subtle smile that kept him from trying to hide it. He found he didn't want to hide from that smile. "What?" Glenn asked. His voice was barely audible. It would have been the first word that Trish and Jericho would have ever heard him say.

"Gonna order?" Mark asked patiently.

"Oh, uh..." Glenn started, desperately searching the menu for something of interest.

"Just look at Roma when you talk. She's deaf and needs to read your lips." Mark explained and indicated the young woman with the crisp, white server's apron on, and note pad and pen in hand. Glenn gave Mark a quizzical look and then looked at the server. He set down his coffee mug and made a few elaborate motions with his hands. The girl's face lit up and she dropped the pen and pad on the table carelessly. She returned gestures enthusiastically. She veritably bounced during a conversation even more rapid fire then the one Mark had with the proprietor.

Glenn was smiling from ear to ear when the girl sheepishly recovered the pad and pen and dutifully wrote something down. She then gave Glenn a kiss on the cheek and made her way to the kitchen.

"I didn't know you knew sign language." Trish said, sounding impressed.

"I had to." Glenn responded. "After the..." He trailed off, still unable to name, let alone talk about that night. "Well, I spent a long time with damaged vocal chords. I needed some form of practical communication." He looked away again, and sipped at his coffee.

"Well, what did you say to her?" Chris asked.

"I think we just exchanged entire life stories... And I ordered whatever she likes best." Glenn said. His voice forced them all to lean in, and listen carefully to his sparse words. Mark could do this casually because he was well used to it. Trish though, gave Glenn another smile. Glenn wasn't sure how to react. Beautiful women didn't smile at him ever. Yeah, the odd whore had, but only because he didn't argue the price. He couldn't stop his lips from turning upward a bit.

Chris' expression was thoughtful, as if his mind were being opened on Glenn. The fact that Glenn was capable of speech blew his mind, and he was glad of it. The Big Red Machine was in the space of a sentence, human. Mark looked proud of Glenn, but coolly so. He wouldn't broadcast the new facet of their relationship. However, being the man's brother gave him a lot of excuse to spend time with him. Glenn's dick twitched. He wanted Mark again. He wanted him right the fuck now. He looked into his coffee mug, and tried to ignore the memory of Mark's touch.

He stayed patient through the meal though, and Glenn had to admit that it was probably one of the best tasting meals he'd had in his entire life. He didn't know that a humble breakfast could be so good. He had the money to pay for this kind of thing, but never thought to do it for himself. Still, nobody objected when Mark tossed his credit card almost carelessly down when the bill came. Chris especially thanked him warmly, but Mark waved it off. "You can owe me." He said with a wink. Chris fought off a blush.

They made their way back to the hotel, and the Canadian mafia of workers cornered Chris as soon as they got there. They were on about a road hockey game that was going to start in the underground parking lot of the hotel. Trish was dragged along because they said they were in need of a 'puck bunny' whatever that was. "I'll go, but I'm nobody's puck bunny." Trish insisted. "I play left defense."

Glenn was somewhat relieved. Mark and he were left to their own devices. He cornered Mark in the elevator. "You promised me." He whispered in Mark's ear, as he rubbed up against his brother, his arousal becoming apparent. Mark grinned wolfishly back at Glenn. His normally reserved baby brother looked like a hungry tiger. Mark leaned in and kissed Glenn, praying that the elevator didn't stop.

"Have I created a monster?" Mark asked when they came up for air, and the elevator stopped at the floor Mark's room was on.

"No, but you may have killed one." Glenn said, tugging on the sleeve of Mark's coat, and pulling them out of the elevator. Mark's laugh rumbled up from his toes. He fumbled for the keycard with Glenn's hips grinding him from behind. Mark got the door open, and Glenn pounced, sending them tumbling over the threshold. Mark kicked the door shut with his left foot.

"So it's sex that soothes the savage beast." Mark mused.

"So soothe me." Glenn countered and Mark laughed again.

"Who said I was talking about you?" Mark had an impish look in his eye. "You're hilarious, Glenn. You gotta speak up more often." He whispered and their lips met. Mark brought a hand up, and ran it through Glenn's hair and down the back of his neck. Both brothers moaned. Glenn's mouth waged gentle war with Mark's, and Glenn pulled Mark's scent in through his nose. He smelled of coffee, and the food he'd eaten, his 'miracle' cologne... Glenn really did have to find out what it was... And he also detected the stirrings of musk and sweat.

Mark hauled them both to their feet, a testament to the man's strength, and they kissed and groped their way to the bed. They undid the other's fly blind while they continued to lavish each other with searing kisses. They had their shirts off by the time the bed seemed to rise up and meet them, and Mark rolled Glenn on top of him. Mark kissed and licked Glenn's throat. Glenn was unsure of the position at first, but Mark's touch intoxicated him far better then booze ever could, and he wanted more. In the cold light of day he could see everything that he was doing... And all he wanted was more.

Glenn craved those gentle caresses, full of love for him. He wasn't alone anymore, and better than that, he was loved. He believed Mark when he'd told him that. Glenn found himself delighting in Mark's fingertips and lips, and the wonderful smell he gave off. Not only was Mark perfectly comfortable in his body, he knew how to use it to its best advantage. Glenn wanted to learn that. At least now he did. He would be a willing and very happy student.

They rolled again, and Mark perched between Glenn's legs, pulling his brother's dress pants down a little more carefully then he had torn off his jeans the night before. He bent down and nuzzled and kissed Glenn's member to full erection. He tongued at Glenn's balls and got a satisfying moan from the man. Seeing that he was allowed in this territory, he rolled them in his hand, and got an even louder moan from Glenn for his efforts.

"Oh, what a sight you are." Mark said, and licked Glenn's length. "That's lovely." He said, and licked him again.

"Fuck that's good, Mark." Glenn murmured, lost in his pleasure. When Mark swallowed him, Glenn's eyes rolled back into his head. "mmm... So good." He moaned as Mark sucked gently... Then Mark started doing some damn incredible thing with his tongue, and Glenn became a stream of constant, happy moans. Mark stole a glance up to his brother's face, and saw his pleasured, carefree expression. That alone had Mark's dick hard again.

Glenn came with a yell and Mark swallowed it all, and licked his brother clean. He had an oral fixation, he knew it. He wouldn't hide it either. He happened to be pretty good at giving blowjobs and eating pussy, or so he had been told, so he would indulge his partners generously. Judging by the way Glenn was laying in happy post orgasm bliss; Mark had another convert on his hands.

Mark undid his pants, and carefully slid them and his boxers down over his now throbbing erection. He could feel his own hurried pulse as he gently started stroking himself. He lay on the bed beside Glenn, lazily jerking off, and enjoying the sight of that man lying beside him. He knew Glenn would be sore from last night, so he was content to get himself off.

Glenn came around suddenly and kissed Mark, taking the redhead's breath away for a moment. Glenn's hand snaked down Mark's body, and took over. Mark lay back on the bed, his breath irregular. He grabbed hold firmly of the arm that was propping Glenn up on the bed, seeming to hold on to Glenn in an effort to keep from floating away. "Mark likes hand jobs... Good to know." Glenn murmured. Mark wasn't paying attention to what he was saying, merely to what he was doing.

Glenn observed Mark's almost serene face. He was perfectly happy with Glenn as his lover. He trusted Glenn not to hurt him. That made Glenn not only want to live up to the gift of Mark's trust, but to give his own fragile trust back to Mark. Glenn bent down and kissed the head of Mark's cock. Mark inhaled a sharp breath with a hiss and nearly shot his load.

"Oh, Jesus, Glenn... Warn me the next time you're going to do that. I might have taken your eye out." Mark said, and they both laughed that time.

"Warn you how? By saying what? Hey, Mark, goin' down." Glenn joked, his mouth still mere inches from Mark's groin.

"Yeah, sure... Anything... Shit." Mark laughed again.

"Hey Mark? Goin' down." Glenn said, and then did his level best to emulate what Mark had done for him earlier. It was Mark's turn to moan and buck underneath Glenn's mouth. Mark was already so near release that it didn't last long. He came with a grunt and Glenn returned the gesture of swallowing. Glenn crawled up to lay beside Mark and they shared a few more kisses and a smile of complete understanding as they drifted to sleep.