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Respect the Game (8/12)
by lirpa
Hunter broke away from Mark, "What the hell was that for?"
"Isn't obvious, boy?"
"Not to me."
"I want you, boy"
"Why?"
"Because you're beautiful..."
"I'm sure you can last, " Hunter replied bitterly.
"You didn't let me finish, boy," Mark's voice sounded omiously.
"Go ahead, defend away."
"Because you're beautiful..."
"I've already heard that," hunter interupted.
Mark hmped, pointedly.
"Carry on then."
"As I was saying, you're beautiful, kind, intelligent, understanding, and very, very desirable."
Hunter said nothing, obviously overwhelmed.
"Has no one ever said this to you, boy?"
"Once ... he was lying. he left me."
"I won't leave."
"You can't promise that."
"I can. I do."
Hunter threw himself at Mark, who caught him and whirled him around. Their lips met again and their tongues danced.
"We should be getting back, Sara will start to worry soon," Mark gasped out.
"You sure know how to ruin a mood, Deadman."
"I told you, call me Mark."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Remember it, boy."
"Whatever."
"Come on, we'll be late for lunch."
"Is food all you think about?"
Mark simply gave Hunter a look which caused him to blush, "Besides that," he qualified.
"Ummm ... probably."
"Just thought I'd clear that up."
"Doesn't mean you're getting my title, boy."
"I don't need help to win that title. when I'm at 100? you won't stand a chance."
Mark laughed and steered Hunter towards the exit and the truck.
20 minutes later...
They finally arrived at the house, it had taken longer than either of them had expected, owing to the fact that they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
Sara was standing on the front porch, waiting for them. The first thing she said was, "Hunter you've got straw in your hair and mud on your face, go wash up. Mark will help me with lunch."
Hunter nodded and entered thehouse, a moment later Sara and Mark heard him clambering up the stairs.
"Went to the stables, did you?" Sara inquired archly.
"We did."
"Have fun?"
"Mhmmm," Mark responded, noncomitally.
"Hurt him and I'll kill you," Sara added sweetly.
"I'm not going to hurt him."
"You never know. Grab the bowls."
Mark did as bid and grabbed three bowls into which Saraimmeadiately started ladling generous amounts of soup.
"He's special," Mark added.
"Damn right."
"Maternal instinct, Sara?"
"He's a good kid."
"So you want to protect him?"
"If I can."
"Who'd mess with you?"
"McMahon."
"McMahon has nothing to worry about."
"I'm not so sure."
Hunter clambered into the kitchen, immeadiately sitting in the same chair he had at breakfast. Sara turned to him, "Lunch will be just a minute," before turning to Mark, "take those to the table."
"Woman, who said you could boss me around in my own home?"
"It's my home too," Sara responded sweetly.
"I'm bigger than you," Mark threatened.
"I'm badder than you."
Hunter couldn't stop himself, a snort escaped, causing both combatants to turn their gazes on him.
"I'm not saying anything."
"Wise boy," Sara praised.
"Take those to the table, Mark," she repeated.
Mark grumbled, but did as she bid. A minute later Sara carried the sandwiches to the table and sat down.
"Well, Mark, are you going to sit down or will you eat standing?" Sara goaded.
Mark said nothing, but sat down. Lunch contniued in an orderly fashion and afterwards Hunter and Mark retired to Mark's room.
Several hours later...
The phone rang, Mark reached over and grabbed it, hoping it hadn't woken Hunter, "I'm busy mcMahon," he stated without preamble.
"How'd you know it was me?" Vince asked curiously.
"Who else would have the balls to phone me at the this time of night?"
"True enough."
"So, what do you want?"
"You have to come back."
"Why?"
"Because one of the guys cancelled."
"You said I could have this time off, McMahon," Mark growled threateningly.
"I changed my mind."
"You can't do that."
"Watch me."
"Tyrant."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"So, how goes your job?"
"Fine."
"Fine?"
"Fine."
"Godd, I'll see you tomorrow, and don't even think about not showing up," the threat was clear.
"Fine, goodbye McMahon."
"Goodbye Mark."
Mark slammed the phone down.
Hunter'sleepy voice filled the room, "Who was tha'?"
"McMahon."
Hunter's gaze grew distrustful, "What'd he want?"
"He says I don't show up tomorrow I loose my title to someone like Kurt Angle, who doesn't deserve it."
"Tyrant."
"I was thinking the same thing. I better see when the next flight is."
"You're leaving now?" Hunter fought to keep his voice normal.
"Yep, if I want to be there on time."
"Oh."
"Don't worry, I'll see you soon." With that Mark got up and exited the room.
"But you said you wouldn't leave me..." Hunter's whispered to the empty room, "you said you wouldn't leave me, but you did. You're just like all the others, just like all the others..."
