"He lied."

The only response to the obvious statement was a snort.

"He lied to both of us."

A curt nod of the head greeted this statement.

Blue eyes wavered between concern and annoyance.

"Dave, are you listening to me?" Randy stopped his pacing long enough to watch for a response - any response - from his lover.

Once again, the dark head moved up and down. Randy walked over and stood directly in front of Dave, a tentative hand reaching out to rest on his broad shoulder. His eyes - those dark, brown orbs that transformed from rich mocha when he was happy to bittersweet chocolate when he was mad - shone in the harsh lights of the locker room.

They were almost black as he glanced from the hand on his shoulder up to Randy's face. "Yes, I'm listening," Dave answered, his voice low. "And yes, he lied. To both of us."

"What are we gonna do?" Randy's question would appear to be quite simple to most. But, since the 'he' was Hunter - and the lie was nothing new, the answer wouldn't come easy to either of them.

Dave rose from his seat on the bench, shrugging Randy's hand off as he moved toward the shower. The rest of the roster moved aside, a human Red Sea parting in the big man's wake. He grabbed a towel from the stack near the showers and pushed his trunks off. Randy stood rooted to the spot, his mind fighting an eternal debate with the rest of his body.

C2, the name Randy had long ago given the two Canadians - Benoit and Jericho - looked from the shower to Randy and smiled. It wasn't an expression of joy, simply one of understanding. Each of them had thought going into the match that Dave would be the winner. That's what their version of the notes had said anyway.

Neither had complained, because despite the fact they both wanted the glory, each of them had already experienced it. Randy had been the champ as well. The only two people in the chamber who had nothing to lose and everything to gain were Dave and Adam. Both of them knew Adam wouldn't accept his fate quietly, but Dave was another story.

Randy glanced over at the showers, his lip between his teeth. Should he follow Dave? Should he give him his space? Looking over at Jericho, his eyes pleaded for help. The locker room had emptied out. The few people who remained were making their way to the door, and Jericho and Benoit would soon be following them. With a wink and a smile, Jericho jerked his head slightly toward the shower. It took Randy about two seconds to remove his trunks and grab a towel of his own before following the trail of steam.



The sight that met his eyes almost caused him to cry out. Dave's hands supported his weight against the wall. His head was down, almost as if in prayer. One leg stretched behind him making his long body look even taller. Hot water sluiced down his back, droplets peppering the floor as they traveled down each strand of hair.

Without a word, Randy padded carefully across the wet floor, stopping a few inches away from Dave. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of steam, sweat and the monster himself before moving behind Dave, reaching out to rest his hands on the strong hips. A twitch of his head was the only acknowledgement Dave gave of Randy's presence.

Soft lips tentatively kissed the dragon on his back, burning the flesh between his shoulder blades. Nimble fingers worked their way around to his stomach, playing over the ridges of his well-muscled abdomen like a virtuoso tickling the ivories. Dave seemed to relax, letting a huge sigh escape his lips.

He turned, staring into the face that had burned its way into his memory long ago. Opening his mouth to speak, he was stopped by a single finger placed across his lips. Randy shook his head slightly, sending water flying across the room. Right now was not a time for apologies or explanations, strategies or revenge. Dave's vision tunneled down to one thing - the two soft, moist pink lips that were slowly making their way toward his.

The meeting was soft at first, a gentle brushing of flesh on flesh. Strong biceps wrapped around his neck, pulling Dave closer as the kiss deepened and Randy's tongue plunged into his mouth. Suddenly all thoughts of the match and Hunter and the screw job they both received earlier flew out of his mind.

Fingers tugged at the short hairs on the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He growled into Randy's mouth as his hands found their way down the smooth back of his lover, grasping the rock-hard globes of Randy's ass. He could almost see the steam rising from the juncture of their bodies as their hard cocks touched. Randy swiveled his hips slightly, rubbing their flesh together before pulling back and smiling broadly at Dave.

"I…" Randy shook his head again, stopping the words before Dave could speak. He flicked his tongue against Dave's ear, giggling in satisfaction at the growl the contact elicited. Lips made their way from neck to chest, following an invisible roadmap guaranteed to bring Dave the ultimate pleasure. Without hesitation, Randy dropped to his knees, glancing upward one more time.

Dave smiled, his hand cupping the side of Randy's face for a moment before those pouty lips opened one more time. There was no teasing, no cat-like licks, no swirling tongue - just the sensation of the swollen head of his cock hitting the back of Randy's throat before it was caught in the vice-like grip of his lips.

Strong nimble fingers caressed his balls as Randy swallowed around his erection before drawing his head back. The tip remained encased in the wet warmth, the slit probed gently by the tip of a tongue. Dave was lost in the sensation as Randy began to hum and he had to laugh. Dave's entrance music had never sounded so wonderful.

He leaned back against the cool tile of the wall and put a hand on Randy's shoulder, trying to steady himself as the suction increased on his cock. Randy's focus was single-minded as he concentrated on Dave's pleasure. The feel of the huge cock in his mouth sent chills down his spine, knowing exactly what that same hunk of flesh would do to his ass later.

He could feel the tension in Dave's stomach as he neared his climax. Taking a deep breath, Randy prepared himself for the flood that would soon gush forth. He looked up at Dave, smiling around his cock. The smile was returned briefly, giving way to an inhuman growl as Dave filled his mouth. Randy swallowed the load, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth before rising and kissing Dave once again.

Dave reached for Randy's erection but Randy stopped him. "Not here," he said, kissing Dave's cheek. "I just wanted to make ya feel better. You can make me feel better when we get back to the hotel." Dave nodded, reaching behind him to turn off the water. Both men wrapped towels around their waists and made their way to the locker room to get dressed.

The conversation was light as they walked out into the near empty hallway. The only other sound was that of slightly wet shoes treading lightly out of the locker room and their exit was watched by a pair of green eyes, seething with jealousy. A night that had begun with promise had nearly ended in ruin. The only thing that saved it was the intense love shared by the two men currently pulling out of the parking lot.