Disclaimer: I don't own Kane or Nashy or Hunter or... Oh for goodness' sake, I only own Rusty.


Double Vengeance


Kane watched Rusty dress. Damn, she was incredible. The girl pulled her tank over her head, and pulled her hair out of the garment, letting it spill down her back. As she ran her slender fingers through it, she could feel Kane's eyes on her.

Turning to him, she smiled. The large man was sitting up in bed, not bothering to dress. What he actually was doing, was making sure the previous night had not been a dream. He'd hoped it wasn't, but it seemed so unreal. He could hardly believe the events that had occurred- Finally.

He'd told her he loved her. He'd told her she was much too good for Kevin Nash. Then they kissed, then they touched, and she let him take her. This was because she trusted him. They'd never truly been all that close, but it had become clear to Rusty that he did care. Over the years he'd shown it, but the girl had never picked up on it...

" Why are you looking at me like that?" Rusty buttoned her jeans, and looked back at him.

" You know why." He told her softly.

A warm smile crossing her face, she came over to the bed, and sat next to him. When Kane took her in to his arms, to kiss her, she accepted his lips on hers, and held his face in her hands as she kissed him in return.

Suddenly, Kane broke their kiss. Puzzled, Rusty looked at him. He stroked her face with a large hand.

" Damn... Can I just hold you?"

Feeling her heart swell, she nodded.

" Yes, Kane."

As the two lay down together, Rusty still in his embrace, she noted how much the man had surprised her in the past few hours. The Kane she knew, or thought she knew, was a brutal fighter and a tortured soul. But he kissed so sweetly, he touched her so gently, and he held her as if she'd be taken from him, and losing her was the last thing he'd ever want.

However, besides being a fighter, he was also passionate, and this was the element of his Rusty should have connected to his love for her. As it turned out, he was only rough on the outside. Inside, he was a caring man. Another surprise was the fact that he'd told her he loved her, but then again, it had come out of nowhere, and was only human nature that it had come as a shock.



So for a little while, Kane held her, stroking her soft hair, and every so often, placing kisses on her cheeks, her eyelids, her lips... These moments should have been nothing but tender. Only, they weren't. For fear still loomed over Rusty like thick smog.

Since Rusty had joined the now dead nWo several months back, she'd been sleeping with Kevin Nash. Sleeping with him and that was it, for the two didn't really care much about one another. However, Rusty knew that Nash enjoyed their little activities, and as she lay with Kane, she wondered how she was going to get him to leave her alone. What was more, how she was going to tell him without getting him mad, something she did NOT want to do. After all, she'd seen what happens when you piss off Kevin Nash. In fact, she'd seen it happen to Kane.

The man now cupped her chin in his hand, and she looked up at him.

" What are you thinking about?"

Biting her lip, she looked away. But the man could see it in her eyes.

" You're thinking about him..."

Sitting up, she told him,

" I'm not really thinking about Nash. More about what I'm supposed to tell him."

Leaning his head in his hand, he looked up at the beautiful girl with the sad look on her face.

" Can a man like him really give that much of a damn?"

Rusty blew some stray hair out of her face.

" Kane... He still travels with the company sometimes, to hang around Hunter. But at night, he hunts me down." She hugged her knees to her chest, and shuddered. " I'm... I'm like his whore."

At this, the man sat up, and put his hands on Rusty's shoulders. The thing he hated about this was the Nash actually weakened her. One of the reasons he was so attracted to her was her strength, and the thought that someone could make her act or feel not as strong as she truly was made his blood boil with the fire he held inside.

" No." He told her, firmly. " If there's anything you're not, it's a whore... He's intimidating, isn't he? And that's the reason you go to him."

The girl nodded.

" To tell the truth, I'm not really attracted to him all that much any more... But whatever I am to him, I don't want to be..."

Behind her, Kane hooked his chin over her shoulder, and his arms curled around her waist.

" You don't have to any more." He whispered these words gently in to her ear.

Rusty reached up behind her, and put her arm around his neck.

" I know..." She said softly. " Because you're here for me."

The man kissed her cheek.

" Yes."

* * *

Rusty and Kane decided that the girl had to tell Nash they couldn't sleep together any more as soon as she could.

" I don't trust you alone with that bastard if you're going to tell him something like that." He told her, as they came back from lunch in the hotel restaurant.

She smiled nervously up at him, slid her card key in to the slot, and they went inside.



Again, they lay on the bed, kissing softly. Kane was still trying to get himself to believe that this girl, the one he'd loved for years was actually his. Just to look at her, he broke the kiss.

" You're beautiful." He told her. This caused a blush to creep in to her cheeks, making her seem even lovelier in his eyes. With this last perspective, Kane told her," I love you."

The man knew she wouldn't tell him this back. After all, they hadn't even been together for a whole day. Rusty held the knowledge of his feelings for her. She wouldn't dare toy with his heart, and tell him she loved him when she didn't. So she simply smiled and gave him the sweetest kiss she could. Kane moaned at her tenderness, and reached out to clutch the girl to him.

As the man was about to trail his hand along the girl's stomach, the girl tapped his chest, and slowly pulled away.

" This is going to sound sad." She laughed. " But I'm thirsty. I think they put too much salt in my food."


Rusty wandered down the hall towards the vending machines. She stopped in front of the one offering soda, and as the machine sucked up the dollar, she scanned the choices. Suddenly, a strong pair of arms went around her, and an erection covered in denim pressed against the small of her back. The hallway was empty, so one hand squeezed her breast, and one hand rubbed the part of her pants between her legs.

Grinning, Rusty shook her head.

" Hey." She greeted the person behind her.

" Hey yourself. Where were you last night?"

Rusty froze, then swallowed as she recognized that deep, gravely voice. It used to mutter bad little somethings in to her ear as its owner was in her. This wasn't the man she thought it was...

" Nash!" She turned to him.

The blonde looked down at her.

" Hey, darlin'." He picked her up, and slung her over his shoulder.

Rusty struggled against his hold.

" Nash, I'm busy!"

But Nash nonetheless carried her in to his hotel room, and set her down. As he locked to door, Rusty swallowed. When she'd been deciding to herself that she could tell the former leader of the WolfPac what she had to tell him on her own, she'd forgotten how big he was in reality. Now that his seven-foot self grinned somewhat predatorily down at her, she felt even smaller than she normally was.

" You weren't in your hotel room last night." He noted. " I was looking for you."

" I... Was busy." She looked at the floor.

Nash man came closer.

" Doing what?"

She glared up at him.

" What's it to you?"

He sat down next to her on the bed.

" Well, I come on the road to see you."

Rusty crossed her arms.

" Bullshit. You come on the road to see Hunter."

Nash leaned in, and licked a hot, wet trail up Rusty's neck. The girl almost let herself be aroused, but self control kicked in just in time.

" That's not true." He told her. " What about... At night. I know you like it."

The girl let out an exasperated sigh.

" Yeah, the night. The night, and that's it, Nash! You don't give a damn about anything else." 

Nash cocked an eyebrow.

" Well, you don't either."

Rusty traced the patterns on the bed linens.

" I didn't... But I do care about myself, and I'm not giving myself to you any more! I need someone to care for me." She then paused, gathered all her strength, the kind Kane loved, and spit it out. " And for your information, I've found that person!"

Nash's face twisted in to anger.

" Oh, I see... You're a little slut now, huh?"

She shot him a cold look for calling her that. Nash grabbed her arm.

" Who?!" He yelled, causing her to wince at his volume.

The girl tried to pull her arm away, but couldn't.

" None of your business!"

Nash got up, and undid his jeans.

" You belong to me. When I'm sick of you, I'll let you go to whoever your little lover is."

As he pulled off his shirt, Rusty jumped off the bed, and tried to scramble to the door. But her speed wasn't good enough to compete with Nash's size, and he caught her almost immediately.

" You can't run form me, Rusty."

" Leave me alone!" She shouted, backing away towards the bed. Nash approached nonetheless.

" Strip." He growled at her.

Rusty felt her heart begin to pound in her chest.

" Nash, please... Stop."

All he did was snicker at this-

CRASH!

The sound of splintering wood echoed through the room as the door was knocked off its hinges.

" What the..." Nash started, but was cut off as the door slammed in to him, knocking him to the floor. Rusty yelped, and hit the deck, covering her face in her hands, curled up in to a ball. She shook in fear of the man who could 
be strong enough to do that to Nash, but forced herself to peek through her fingers.

There stood Kane, breathing hard, anger burning in the eyes behind his mask. He threw the door down to the floor, and stared down at Nash.

" Kane..." Nash snarled from the floor, where he writhed in pain. " You son of a-"

The standing man's boot collided with the blonde's stomach before he could get the last word out.

" Sure." Kane laughed darkly. " Look in the mirror, you fuck."

Whimpering gently, Rusty jumped up, Kane taking her in to his arms at once. She clutched his shirt, and he stroked her hair.

" You all right?" He brushed the hair out of her face.

Mutely, the girl nodded.

" I saw him this morning. And when you didn't come back, I knew... Come on..." He took her hand, and they went back to the room.

*

Rusty went home on Wednesday. So Kane took her to the airport.

" You can't go past here." She told him, after the girl had checked her bags. " Regulations and shit."

The man nodded.

" All right... I'll see you on Sunday?"

" Uh-huh." She replied, and pulled him down to give him a heated kiss in the middle of the airport. After she'd released her lips from his, she blushed when she found him staring at her. But then he grinned, and kissed again with the Same passion.

As the plane took off, all she could think of was him. They hadn't been together a full forty-eight hours, but Kane was special- She could tell. Already, he had her trust.

* * *

Sunday night, when Rusty entered the hotel lobby, she found Nash's eyes locked on her. Quickly, she checked in, and headed to the elevators. He followed, much to her dislike.

" Leave me be, Nash... Come on, it's not worth dwelling on it. We fucked, and-"

He cut her off.

" And it was great."

Rusty shook her head.

" Just... Go away."

He chuckled.

" Maybe... Hey, have you seen your big red boy toy?"

The girl was about to respond when she froze.

" Nash, what did you do?" She looked up at him, panicked.

Leaning against the wall, he smiled his wolfish smile.

" It wasn't me." He laughed. " I just... Had a little help... Let's just say he might not be in the mood to fuck you for a while."

This being said, Nash grabbed Rusty, and kissed her fast, before walking away. Disgusted at his vulgar words, and him in general, she watched him go, wondering how she could have ever been attracted to a man like that.

As the elevator, dinged, her thoughts snapped back to Kane. He'd told her what floor they were staying on, and she pushed the button for twelve repeatedly, as if this would make the elevator move faster.

" Hurry up!" She muttered as the machine began to rise.

1...2...3...

Rusty prayed Kane was all right.

4...5...6...

But knowing Nash, she couldn't help but expect the worst.

8...9...10...

He had help- What the hell did-

11...

That mean?

12!

Rusty scrambled off the elevator, and made her way towards their room. As she turned the corner that brought her to the correct hall, she was abruptly brought up short.

" No." She whispered, dropping her duffel bag, and going to him.

Kane was lying on the floor, face down. His clothes were ripped here or there, and some of his exposed skin had been scratched to the blood. Bruises were just beginning to form, but the girl had no idea how recent the attack on him was. There was only one thing that could remotely console Rusty, and that was the fact that he was still breathing.

She dropped to the floor beside him.

" Kane." She gently touched his arm. " Kane, come on. Say something, please."

One eye slowly opened, and he looked at her from behind his mask.

" Rusty..." He rasped. " God, don't look at me when I'm this way."

Running her hand through her brown hair, she was as pleased as she could be to hear him talk. She paused though, when the words he had told her sunk in. After looking at him for a few moments, she told him,

" ... *Looking* at you this way doesn't change the way I *see* you."

The eye stared at her for a little bit, then fluttered closed.

" We have to get you a doctor." Rusty got up.

" No." He shifted on the floor. " I'll be all right."

Skeptically, the girl looked down at him.

" That's not... I... Are... Are you sure?"

He told her yes.

" But I want you to care for me, Rusty."

*

" Who did this to you?" Rusty asked him as she began to unbutton Kane's shirt. The man was seated on the side of the bathtub, where the girl meant to treat his wounds. After taking off his mask, she kissed him gently.

" Did you see?" She asked another question.

Kane growled.

" Yeah... Nash called in some old friends. Hunter and that ass- No, piece of-" He sighed angrily. " I don't even know what to call him... X-Pac."

Silently, Rusty noted how unsurprising of Nash that was. The odds in his favor- The way he and the nWo had liked it for years. Deep down, she still felt... Dirty for getting involved with that faction and him...

With the last button undone, she got Kane to shrug off his shirt. She picked the washcloth off the sink, and treated it with soap and water. There was a long scratch down Kane's arm, and Rusty dabbed it with the moist fabric.

" I'm sorry." Her voice was almost a whisper. " It's my fault we're sitting here like this. I... Maybe you shouldn't have gotten involved with me."

Kane stroked her face, causing her to glance up at him.

" If you think some wimp sending his buddies to jump me is enough to make me rethink getting in to a relationship with you, you're wrong."

A smile only played at the corners of her lips. Stroking a scratch with the cloth, she bit her lip.

" On the flip side... Thank you... For showing me the light about Nash."

With her hands still on him, Rusty could feel Kane sigh in his chest.

" You know I did it for my reasons, too. I couldn't take it any more, seeing you and wanting you."

The girl put her hands on his face.

" I'm glad you did it."

She continued to wash his wounds. On one occasion, the man hissed when Rusty touched a certain raw spot. Gently, she kissed his forehead. (1)



" Kane... We'll get revenge."

It was late, and the two were out on their balcony, lying on the plush bench. Rusty's head rested on his shoulder. Kane chuckled.

" On who?"

The girl smiled at the dry humor of it.

" Take your pick."

For a few moments, Kane looked up at the moon above them.

" Nash."

Rusty snuggled up closer to him.

" I was hoping you would say that."

SIX MONTHS LATER

Rusty looked up as Kane entered his locker room. There was a slightly sadistic grin on his face.

" So?"

He laughed evilly.

" I've got him. Tonight. His comeback match."

Nash had finally returned from his injury. For months, Kane and Rusty had been waiting for this, so they could claim vengeance. In the meantime, the girl had fallen head over heels for him. He was good to her- So damn loving, so damn caring. He also kept his strength, and protected her when her own power couldn't.

" ' The time has come.' " Rusty stood, quoting Lewis Carroll.

Kane cracked his knuckles.

" Let's make him pay."

*
Kane and Rusty could have gotten their revenge over the past months. But they didn't want it then. They had a plan, and stuck to it, as tempting as it was to stray from it.

During their match, Kane was brutal. Ruthless, as if he had a true bloodlust. In the end, he was so ruthless, he ended up injuring the blonde man in the same spot he'd recovered from. So for another several months, he was confined to frustration and rehab. And perhaps this was the tastiest revenge they could have gotten. They let Nash rise, and once he did, they grounded him once again. For the both of them.



Kane was lying on the bed, rubbing the one scar Hunter and X-Pac had given him that didn't heal. It rested on his arm, and was a constant reminded of how disgusting the human race can be. It also reminded him of Rusty, and how glad he was to have her, even though the scar wouldn't exist if not for his love of her.

Rusty entered, tying the sash of her robe.

" Was it worth it?" She sat down next to him.

The man reached out his arm, and she lay down with him, the appendage going around her back. As she trailed her fingers along his chest, he told her the truth.

That it was worth the wait.

~*~

Author's note: Eh... I kinda like the first one better. What do you think?
(1) This kinda reminds me of the scene in Disney's Beauty and the Beast where Belle is washing the Beasts wounds. I think I kind of subconsciously wrote it with that in mind... I've seen too many Disney movies. ^_^