Shane McMahon took a deep breath before knocking on the dressing room door in front of him. Long seconds of silence went by as he cursed himself for being a fool, for putting himself in the hands of the devil, for....

The door opened a crack as Hunter Hurst Helmsly peeked out. "Shane? Look, your sister's not here, so-"

"No Hunter, I uhm.....I came to talk to you."

A slightly mocking grin spread across Hunter's face. "Well come right in then."

They entered the empty DX locker room. Hunter sat down across the couch, looking at Shane expectantly. Shane cleared his throat. "I...I need to know what you meant by that comment last Thursday."

"I'm not following you." said Hunter. He had a fairly good idea of what Shane meant, but he was enjoying seeing him squirm.

"Right before you pushed me off the stage. You said...dammit Helmsley, stop playing stupid! You don't just forget telling another man you want to screw them!" Shane stopped, stricken by actually having repeated the comment out loud.

"Oh....that. Look, I was just messing with your mind. Didn't mean any more than that." He noticed Shane standing there, trembling. Hunter walked over to Shane and grabbed his tightly folded arms to make him look up at him. Unless...did you want it to mean more?" he whispered seductively.

Shane broke away. "No! Of course...of course not!" He fled for the door, but found it locked. He spun around as Hunter slowly walked over to him. "What did you want me to do when you came here Shane? Did you want me to do this?" He kissed Shane.

Shane fought against the kiss, but soon found himself melting into Hunter. The feeling was incredible, like nothing he had ever experienced before. Slowly Hunter broke the kiss, surprised at the results but willing to play further. "Is that what you wanted? Have you been sitting there all this week just wanting me to touch you like this?" He slipped his hands under Shane's t-shirt and pulled it off of him. He began kissing his way down Shane's chest. Shane was lost in sensation. He began trying to work Hunter's shirt off. When that mission was accomplished, he began trying to work on the other man's belt buckle, but large hands stopped him. His over-excited eyes looked up into Hunter's steady ones. "I'm glad you're having fun kid, but we both know you're not thinking straight and I don't feel like taking advantage of you tonight. So why don't you run home to daddy and..."

"No!" Shane cried. "Please, I want to forget about all that, I want to do something without thinking about what my father or anyone else is gonna think about it..."

"Ok, ok, ok," Hunter silenced his half-sobbing pleas with a kiss. They continued to kiss down each other's torsos until Hunter led Shane over to the couch. He helped guide him to a face-down position on the couch, then bent down to ask quietly "You ever done this before?"

"No," Shane whispered back nervously.

Hunter stood up, with an almost sadistic grin. "Oh, this is gonna be fun." Quickly, he got out of his own jeans and boxers and began to slowly slip Shane's athletic pants down. Slightly embarrassed at his new state of undress, Shane began to flush a slight pink. "Aww, is Shaney blushing for me?" asked Hunter in a mock-comforting tone. "Relax, we're gonna get a lot closer then this." A wide smile spread across his face. "We're gonna get REAL personal."
 
 

Shane woke up to find himself naked under a blanket. He opened his eyes wearily to see Hunter smiling above him. "I fell asleep?" Shane asked in bewilderment.

"Yes you did, must be working too hard."

"I'm sorry, I just felt so..."

"Safe?" Shane looked at Hunter in confusion. "My dad was a lot like yours, putting a lot on my shoulders and expecting me to live within a very strict set of rules as to how I should act. I can't describe how it felt when I met Shawn and found myself doing things I knew my family would hate me for, but that I loved more than anything else I had ever done. Then again, I guess I don't need to explain to you, cuz the look on your face says everything." He bent down to pick up a pile of something, which he tossed on top of Shane. It turned out to be his clothes. "At Royal Rumble...I want to get the belt."

Shane was flustered. "Well that all depends on...."

"Do you ever want to feel the way you did last night again?" The desperate expression on Shane's face answered the question. "Then you'll make sure I win." With that said, he left, leaving a very torn Shane McMahon behind.