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This is my fiftieth WWF-related fic!! I never dreamed I was gonna get to fifty. I mean, the most I�ve ever written in any other fandom is six. Six!! Compare - six, fifty. *giggles* Anyway, I just wanted to say a special thank you to everyone who�s ever given me feedback on any of my fics, and to all the wonderful authors on WWFSML - you�ve made this a great place to be and it�s your fault I�ve written fifty of these things!!

Title: Arguing Again
Author: Lizzie
E-Mail: [email protected] / [email protected]
Rating: R
Content: a little m/m sex, some bad language, a little angst, nothing too bad. Yup, that�s right, no death this time!!
Disclaimer: Don't own them, and unless I suddenly become Vince McMahon, I never will. Not saying this happened in any way, shape or form.
Distribution: I have a very simple philosophy - want, take, have. Just let me know where it is.
Summary: Hunter and Kurt sure do seem to argue a lot�
Notes: I suck at coming up with titles. I sat at my laptop for half an hour trying to come up with something witty and well, I�m stuck with this since my mind seems to have given up on me. Although I guess this is really the only thing that fit without giving it away. Big thanks to Twig for the idea, even if she doesn�t know she gave me it. And please, please, someone take away this bloody Taker muse!!!

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Arguing Again
by Lizzie
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They�re arguin� again.

For two people who are supposedly in love, they sure do argue a lot. A hell of a lot, as a matter of fact. Almost every time they�re in a room together they�re at it. One of them�ll start frownin� and then a minute later they�ll be yellin� and pretty soon they�re screamin� and it don�t matter who�s in there with �em cuz when they argue it�s like they�re in their own little world.

They�re pretty good to talk to when it�s just one of �em on their own. Maybe he don�t seem it but Kurt can be pretty darn funny when he wants to be. And Helmsley�s always good conversation. Neither of �em�s half as dumb as they seem. They can talk �bout most things, jus� sittin� around backstage shootin� the shit like you do before a show. They�re pretty decent people. I�m not known for bein� all that friendly, I know, but Kurt and Helmsley - they�re friendly enough. They�ll speak when they see ya in a corridor or in a hotel or whatever. Not half as conceited as people have made out.

But you wouldn�t wanna be around �em when they get together. No way, no how.

I don�t think anyone�s exactly sure what the two of �em argue about, either. We�ll be sittin� in the locker room waitin� for a show and one of �em�ll be around, talkin� and smilin�, �til the door opens and the other one steps into the room. Maybe for a second it�ll be fine cuz maybe one of �em doesn�t see the other, or maybe they won�t start right away cuz one�ll be talkin� or the other�ll want to speak to someone for a second, but every single fuckin� time they�re in a room together, I swear to God sooner or later there�s gonna be fireworks.

It�s got to the point where most people know what�s gonna happen so they make themselves scarce before they get goin�. I�ll see the Hardys or Van Dam scram as soon as they noticed Kurt and Helmsley are in the room together - they�ll just look from one of �em to the other, make some damn-fool excuse to whoever they�re talkin� to and get the hell outta Dodge before anythin� starts. Obviously they�re the ones who know best. Pretty good plan if you ask me.

But there�s always someone in the room when the argument gets goin�. Usually it�s the guys who are tryin� to pretend like it don�t bother �em to hear that shit, or they�re pretendin� nothin� outta the ordinary�s goin� on. Some of the homophobes among us try to pretend like they don�t hear, I think. And usually I�ll be around, too. Don�t know why I put myself through it time and again, cuz it ain�t like I need to hear it and it ain�t like I�m there for moral support or whatever. I guess I just don�t like bein� scared outta the locker room just cuz some of the guys started a bit of a fight. Only I should know better by now. Cuz when Kurt and Helmsley really get goin�, it ain�t just a bit of a fight. It�s fuckin� ugly.

I�m not the only one who sticks around for the start; more often than not there�ll be me sittin� �round by Kurt and there�ll be the little homophobe corner off in their own little world, there�ll be the new guys who still don�t seem to have worked out it�s best to get the hell outta there before it really gets goin� like Helms and Storm and Kidman. Then there�ll be Jericho. It�s not like he�s never seen �em fight before and it ain�t like he�s a homophobe, so I don�t see why he stays. He�ll be there even after the homophobes and Helms and that gang�ve run for the hills. It�s usually right about the time they start shovin� each other that the both of us get up and head for the door. There must be somethin� wrong with us both.

�Cept I have a pretty darn good idea what my problem is. I keep thinkin� if there�s someone around then maybe, just maybe, they�ll think twice before they start a fight. I can�t think of all that many people who�d wanna publicly pick a fight with their lover. Obviously Kurt and Helmsley aren�t your usual kinda people, though, cuz they don�t seem to mind how awkward they make everyone feel. Cuz that�s what happens. I see it every time. People leave the room cuz they�re uncomfortable bein� around an argument between two people they know are together. Not that we ever get to know what exactly it is that the argument�s about, cuz I can�t believe they�re ever about the petty little thing that get screamed before we leave. Strandin� someone at the airport or forgettin� someone�s favourite pair of socks or not meetin� someone for lunch ain�t the stuff of knock-down drag-out fights where I�m from and I get the feelin� it ain�t for them either. There�s somethin� else goin� on there.

And it�s pretty odd cuz we all know they�re together. We�ve heard about it from both of �em, how perfect it is and all that. They�re happy together. Least that�s what they say when we�ve got one of �em alone. The way they talk you�d think it�s the romance of the fuckin� century, �cept then we see �em together and it�s a whole different story, ain�t it. You�d almost think they hate it other the way they go at it, the look in their eyes.

For two people who are supposedly in love, they sure do argue a lot. If they didn�t then maybe it�d be easier on all of us. There wouldn�t be no runnin� from the locker room when they�re around together, there wouldn�t be no awkward moments when they start yellin�, and there sure as hell wouldn�t be no dumb-ass feelin� like maybe I wanna drag �em apart, sit �em down and tell �em to sort it or finish it. Cuz if they don�t I think I�m gonna lose my mind. If they were together like a normal couple it wouldn�t be so bad. But the way it is, I�ve always got some lousy hope like maybe one of these days there�ll be a knock on my door and the next mornin� I�ll be wakin� up with Helmsley in my bed.

So maybe I know why I stay. I�ve got some damn-fool notion that maybe one day they�re gonna break up and if I�m there then I can get a little somethin� out of it. In the meantime, it�s just killin� me to see �em fight like that. Cuz logically I know they�re not splittin� up anytime soon. Still don�t mean I don�t wish they�d do their fightin� in private, though. Seein� �em together like that hurts something� shockin�.

Maybe it�s time I got outta here.

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They�re arguing again.

I don�t think I�ve ever known anyone who argued even half as much as they do. Even people I�ve known who hated each other didn�t argue as much as they do. Not that I think for a second that they hate each other, �cause I know better. I�ve talked to them both - I know they�re in love. I just wish that sometimes they�d act like it, y�know?

We didn�t argue half as much when I was with Hunter. Okay so most of the time we didn�t talk at all, but I don�t think I remember arguing with him at all, except maybe the night I left him. And I don�t remember us ever arguing in public the way they do. Sometimes I wonder if they ever argue when they�re alone together. But mostly I don�t care because it�s fucking painful when I think about it - I never argued with Hunter in public because no one knew we were together. At least Kurt can say people know they�re together, even if it�s only because they argue all the fucking time.

The thing is, it�s not just because they argue. They�ve been telling everyone they�re together right from the start. I�ve had to listen to countless hours of ranting from the both of them, if you can really call it ranting �cause I don�t think either of them has ever said even a single bad word about the other, to me at least. You�d think they�d got this perfect fairytale romance going on if you didn�t see them together. That�s the problem, really. We all see them together. Far too frequently.

They�re great when they�re apart. I like talking to them when they�re apart, not that either of them would ever lower themselves to being seen talking to me. We talk when there�s no one around to see us talking. Anyway, that�s kinda beside the point. They�re good to talk to when it�s just one of them and the other�s nowhere to be seen. If I had to spend the rest of my life locked in a room with only one person to speak to, I�d want it to be one of them �cause we get on so well. They�re fun people. But the problem is that they come as a pair and eventually you get to know that the other one�s gonna have to turn up sooner or later, no matter how much you wish they wouldn�t.

And when they�re together, you want to be anywhere but there. Most of the guys have the right idea - they notice they�re sitting in a room with Hunter and Kurt and they zip right outta the door. Some of them try to pretend there�s nothing wrong but eventually they have to get outta there too. �Cause no matter how hard you wish it away, you can�t ignore Hunter and Kurt when they�re together.

For a start, they�re stunning. We all know they�re together and when you see them together, it�s an absolutely fucking stunning sight. You can tell by the way they look at each other that there�s something going on. And for a second before the fights begin you can almost believe they�re gonna rip each other�s clothes off and fuck right there on the locker room floor. It�s fucking magnetic. If they didn�t argue so damn much they�d be beautiful together. But they do argue and that�s the problem.

They seem to argue about the most stupid and petty things that you can imagine. I mean, who gives a flying fuck about wet towels in a suitcase? Big deal. Such a great reason to scream at your lover in front of a roomful of you co-workers. And I just sit there and watch. It�s strange to see - it�s like once one of them�s started to yell they go into this little world of their own where everyone else in the universe ceases to exist. They can be in the middle of a conversation, sitting there laughing and smiling, and the next thing you know they�re screaming at each other. The first few times it was a bit of a shock, but you kinda get used to it. Kinda being the operative word here �cause I don�t think there�s really a way to get used to two people screaming at each other right in front of you. I know I�m never going to.

Most of the time I�m still sitting there like some sort of idiot when everyone else has had the good sense to bail. Sometimes I get outta there before the screaming starts, but that�s kinda rare. Most of the time I�m sitting there �til one of them hauls the other off the bench and they start getting physical. Then I realise it�s time to get going and I meet �Taker on my way out of the door. I�m pretty sure he�s there for the same reason I am, in a way. Not that I�m ever gonna mention it to him - I mean, how do you go up to an enormous, scary-ass biker like him and say �oh, by the way, I was just wondering� you in love with Hunter by any chance?� Even if I�m right he�d pound my ass to a bloody pulp without breaking a sweat.

Okay, that sounds like I�m saying I�m in love with Hunter. I�m not. I�m over him. Yeah, sometimes I wonder what it might�ve been like if I hadn�t left him, but mostly I�m over him. We weren�t good together. It was a silly idea from the start, really, and I did the right thing leaving him. Except I left him because I was in love with someone else, not because we weren�t good together.

And who did I leave him for? Oh, that�s the really good bit. I left him because I�m in love with Kurt. Yeah, that�s right. Ironic, huh? I leave Hunter because I�m in love with Kurt and the next thing I know, they�re together. Of course, I never told Hunter that�s why I was leaving, so it�s not like they got together out of spite, although if he�d known I wouldn�t have put it past him. But stupidly I left him and ended up alone, watching my ex-lover and the man I loved get together. And argue.

The stupid thing is that they really are in love. I believe it when they tell me. They talk about each other like I�ve been known to talk about Kurt, to certain people I know won�t go running their mouth. I believe they�re in love. I just wish they could shut the hell up when it comes to the arguments.

Because I can�t help thinking when they start the yelling that Kurt doesn�t deserve that. Hunter too, but mainly I think about Kurt because hey, I�m in love with him. He deserves to be happy all the time, to be with someone who�ll love him and make him feel loved every second of his life, not someone who he argues with every time they�re within a fifteen metre radius. I don�t know whether I could make him happy, but I know I wouldn�t argue with him all that damn time, that�s for sure. And maybe I couldn�t make him feel the way Hunter seems to make him feel when they�re alone together - because the way they talk about the time they�re alone together it just sounds something beyond perfect - but I know I�d try. Surely that�s got to count for something. You�d think a life without those ugly-ass arguments would be worth it. I�d sure as hell take me over Hunter any day of the week. I just wish Kurt would too

I don�t think I�ve ever known anyone who argued even half as much as they do. It might be bearable for me if they didn�t. Because I just can�t believe they�re happy when I see them like that. And when I don�t think they�re happy, I have to wonder if maybe there�s a chance that they�ll realise they shouldn�t be together after all. I know it�s wishful thinking, but when you�re in love you just can�t help it. And I�ve got it bad, believe me.

�Taker�s leaving. Hunter�s yelling. Maybe it�s time I got out of here too.

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We�re arguing again.

Something petty like I mixed up his CDs in the wrong cases or something. It�s not just my imagination - that�s petty. Just the way our arguments always are. They�re completely dumb. I don�t know how we think these things up time after time, I really don�t. It�s not like they�re things that matter, even to us. I can�t imagine why anyone would believe we could argue like this over stuff so stupidly unimportant. Except obviously we do because if we didn�t then why would we be standing here yelling at each other?

I know Hunter doesn�t care about his CDs, but I have to say I�m impressed he thought of something at such short notice. I wasn�t supposed to be in here now, but somehow I ended up wandering in and talking to Mark. I was kinda surprised when Hunter walked in and started yelling at me, and about his CDs of all things. He hasn�t even got any CDs with him. And I know I haven�t mixed them up. I wouldn�t touch his poor excuse for taste in music with a ten-foot pole. Not that anyone else knows that, of course.

It�s got to the point where almost as soon as the guys realise Hunter and me are in the same room, they start to clear out. Yeah, our arguments are that bad. We could be doing anything, from sitting around talking with people to drinking to changing, and as soon as the other one of us walks in, the yelling starts. Every time we�re together, like clockwork. And everyone starts to make their way out of the room. Usually it�s the Hardys first - I think they�ve got the best idea, clearing out as soon as humanly possible. I know our arguments aren�t exactly a lot of fun to be around. Especially for that gang of homophobes that hang around together and try to pretend there�s no such word as homosexual, especially in the Federation locker room. They clear out next, with the guys who are just getting to know the routine.

And eventually there�ll just be Mark and Chris left. But they get going soon enough, when we crank it up another notch and start shoving each other. They get out of there pretty darn fast after that.

Then we�re alone.

Sometimes it makes me feel a little guilty, making all those people feel so uncomfortable because of us that they have to leave the room. Especially Mark and Chris. They�re good people. Of course I feel guilty for quite another reason around the two of them - it might not be all that obvious to everyone else, or even to my wonderful blinkered Hunter, but those two are so in love with us it�s painful. Mark�s wanted Hunter for God only knows how long, and Chris left Hunter because he was in love with me. That makes me feel bad. He left Hunter because of me, and the next thing he knew he was finding out Hunter was with me. That must�ve hurt.

And sometimes it makes me feel a little guilty for lying, even if it�s not technically lying per se� We just act a little.

Everyone�s gone now. Hunter�s just shoved me and I fell back a little, rocking back on my heels. I turned and saw Chris heading through the door, just behind Mark. I hear Mark speaking, telling someone - I think it�s Rob Van Dam - that he shouldn�t come in here �cause we�re at it again. I just smile and turn back to Hunter, take a step forward.

And I kiss him. Hard. I rake my nails over his shoulders, feel his arms slip around my waist, his tongue parting my lips as I smile against him, melt into his arms. Suddenly I don�t feel guilty anymore.

I love him so much. I didn�t think I could ever love anyone like this �til he came along. Every second with him is just perfect. I mean it - it�s absolutely perfect. I couldn�t imagine my life without him. I don�t want to. I�m too happy with him to think about being without him right now. Because I�ve never known love like this. However much I love him, he loves me right back. It�s always so damn hot, like a fever because when I see him I swear my temperature shoots way up. And when we�re together it�s just passion. It�s so much pleasure it�s almost pain. It�s biting my lip to keep from crying it�s so beautiful.

He tugs at the straps of my singlet, pulls them down, pulls it down as far as he can then I just slap his hands away and pull it the rest of the way off myself. Somehow he manages to get out of his jeans in the time it takes me to throw the red Spandex across the room. He pulls the tie from his hair and shakes it out then looks up at me from under his lashes with this smile on his face that just drives me wild. And I practically lunge back into his arms.

Somewhere along the lines we must have got into the shower, turned on the water, even if I don�t remember moving. I�m still wearing my boots but somehow I�m past caring when he bites at my shoulder and pushes inside of me, filling me, making me moan. I�m bracing myself against the wall of the shower, trying like hell not to slip, feeling him thrust into me over and over, hearing the little moans of pleasure he�s making behind me, into my shoulder. I can feel his lips on me, and I�m bucking back against his thrusts, the water raining down between us, over us, his hands on me and it feels so good�

When we come I don�t care about the guilt anymore. I don�t care how we�re deceiving people. I just love him so much I can�t look at him without needing him and I know he feels the exact same way. Neither of us can control ourselves for long when we�re together, and I guess this is the only way we can cope.

And if a few faked arguments mean we get to do *that* in practically every arena all around the damn country, I�m sure not gonna complain.

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