Tazz sat alone in his hotel room, his head held in his hands.  Two
weeks.  It had been two weeks and no work from Michael.  He's barely
seen the man and when he did, Michael refused to look at him.  Tazz had
his answer, he had known all along but it still hurt deep in his chest.
An aching pain he knew wouldn't go away.

His mind kept drifting over the last few weeks.  Drifting over
everything that had happened.  Whey they had first come to him, asking
him to join their cause.  He remembered it clear as day.  He didn't'
even hesitate in his answer, but had he chosen wrong.  Had he not
thought, if he had would he have made a different decision.  It was too
late to second guess himself now.  He had made his decision and Michael
had made his.

His eye's fell on the unopened bottle of Jack on the nightstand.  His
old friend.  It sat there smiling at him, winking, offering comfort in
the bottle.  Comfort in forgetting.  But he didn't want to forget.  He
didn't want the pain to go away.  He deserved the pain.  And now the
pain was all he had left.

He almost missed it.  The soft knock on the door was so feint that he
almost missed it.  He didn't want to deal with anyone.  He didn't want
to deal at all.  He just wanted to be alone.  But the knocking was
persistent.

Tazz squared his shoulders and prepared himself for...whatever.  His
hand touched the cold metal of the door nob and he shuddered, but he
took comfort in the cold.  Everything was cold.  And he could use that
cold to make himself hard.  He pooled all of his strength, opened the
door and froze.

"Michael..."  His voice was a whisper as he took in the sight of the
other man.  He looked haggard, warn and weary. His eye's were blood shot
and he looked on the verge of tears.  Tazz's heart sank, knowing he was
the reason for the other man's pain.

Michael didn't even wait to be let in, he just pushed his way past Tazz
and into the small room pacing.  He didn't know where to start.  He
didn't know what to say.  He didn't even know his own mind at the
moment.  But  he know he had to see Tazz, had to talk to him.
"Tazz...I..."  He trailed off as his eye's fell on the bottle of amber
liquid sitting on the night stand.  Unopened Jack.  He looked up at
Tazz, eye's questioning.

Tazz shrugged.  "I wanted to forget...stuff...but I couldn't."

Michael nodded in understanding.  "I'm sorry."

Tazz's face fell and he tried to shrug off his breaking heart.  "No big
deal.  I shouldn't have...I mean..."

"I'm sorry I didn't come see you sooner."  Tazz's head shot up not sure
of his own ears.  "I'm sorry."  Michael smiled and sat on the edge of
the bed.  "Tazz, I want to be with you."  Tazz waited.  "But I'm WWF,
it's where I belong."  He sighed and ran his hand through is unruly
hair.  "But when I'm there I'm not happy, I miss you.  I want you."

Tazz was confused, Michael wasn't making much sense and he didn't want
to get his hopes up.  "I'm WWF, that's my job.  You're ECW, they're your
family.  But right now they're together.  You're at the same arena's on
the same nights I am."  He paused.  "I want to be with you."

Tazz's eye's lit up with understanding then darkened.  Sitting on the
bed next to Michael he sighed.  "You're gonna lose a lot of friends.
They're not gonna be happy that you're datin'
enemy."

"So will you.  But I don't see any other way.  I want to be with you and
if they have a problem with it...fuck'em."

Tazz's barked laughter surprised Michael and he smiled.  "This could get
messy."  Tazz's arms snaked around Michael's waist, pulling him closer,
slowly bringing their bodies together.

"I know."  The whispered word was lost as their lips came together,
meeting with heat and want and passion.  Their bodies arched towards the
other and Tazz moaned as he felt Michael press against him  He felt
Michael's arms tighten around him and they slowly fell back to the bed,
the kiss never breaking.

Michael gasped, feeling Tazz's body pressing him into the mattress.  He
closed his eye's and savored the feelings running through him.  Clothes
were discarded with out care, both wanting to feel flesh on flesh.
Michael wanted to have all the power Tazz possessed to claim him, have
him and hold him.  His legs opened, feeling Tazz rest comfortably in
between them.

As their erections brushed the other, both men grunted and trust against
their lover.  Michael was lost as Tazz started to caress and pet him.
he felt the man's lips on his neck, his shoulder, trailing down his
chest.  Tazz was in heaven, tasting the sweat and salt of the man he
loved.  He worked his way down Michaels body, not leaving a single inch
of flesh out of his oral exploration.  He slowly let his tongue trail
down Michael's stomach, savoring small gasps and slight shivers.  He
could smell the musk and lust rolling off the man under him.  His tongue
flicked out and ran along Michael's swollen cock, tasting purely him.

Michael was having a hard time keeping his eye's open.  He wanted to
watch as Tazz went down on him.  He wanted to make sure it wasn't a
dream, that he wouldn't wake up alone, stuck to his sheets.  but as Tazz
slowly took him into his mouth, his eye's squeezed shut and his head
fell back to the pillow and a moan escaped his lips.

Tazz savored the taste of him, the feel of him moving in his mouth.  He
began to suck, moving and touching.  Michael moaned, his hips thrusting
on their own accord. "Tazz...we...we need...please..."  Michael couldn't
think, he couldn't talk, but Tazz knew.  Tazz understood.  Standing, he
walked to the nightstand, shivering as he felt Michael's look of hunger
on him.  He knew what they needed, and needed fast.  Tazz knew he
wouldn't last long.  He wanted Michael too much, too badly.

Palming a small tube he made his way back to his lover, to the foot of
the bed.  He knelt in between Michaels spread thighs, slowly showing
Michael everything he was doing.  He squeezed a generous amount of gel
onto his fingers, then slowly brought them to Michael's opening.
Michael nodded, and lifted his hips, wanting to feel those delicious
finger's working in him.

Michael's breathing was hitched as he gently trust himself onto Tazz's
slick finger's.  He had wanted this for so long.  And now he had it.

Crooking his finger, Tazz could feel the small nub of Michaels prostate
and he pushed against it softly.  Michael gasped and then cried out as
Tazz pushed more firmly against it.  Soon he felt a second and third
finger enter him.  His hips were thrusting eradically, Tazz watching as
Michael writhed in pleasure.

And then the fingers were gone, and Michael watched as Tazz slicked down
his own cock.  He felt Tazz lift his legs and he wrapped them around his
waist.He felt Tazz position himself, leaning into his body.  Then his
breath was stolen in a hungry kiss as Tazz pushed into his body in one
fluid stroke.  His hips came up to meet him and forced Tazz in as deep
as he would go.

There was nothing gentle in this love making.  They both needed each
other too badly for that. Both men were moving, pushing and thrusting
against the other in a frenzy.  It was fast and furious.  They needed
each other, needed to feel each other and come together.

Michael cried out as he felt Tazz grasp his cock and start to palm it
ruffly.  The duel sensations were too much for the young man and he
screamed Tazz's name as he came.  His muscles contracted and pulsed
around Tazz, and he felt one final violent trust as Tazz came hard,
grunting and cursing.  He could feel the warmth of Tazz release seep
into him.

They lay there panting, not sure if they could move and knowing they
didn't want to.  But finally Tazz slipped limply from his lover's body
and they curled around one another.  "This is gonna  hard ya know."
Tazz knew it would be
worse for Michael than himself.  "And I won't always be there to protect
you."

Michael sighed and borrowed deeper into Tazz's side.  "I know.  But
let's worry about that when it comes.  Can you just hold me?"

Tazz smiled and reached down to pull the blanket over them both.  He
flicked off the bed side lamp and pulled Michael firmly against him.  "I
can do that....I can deffinetly do that."

THE END