"Chri-is," called a deep voice.
Chris Benoit frowned, glancing up in annoyance at the Undertaker. "Get lost, I'm busy," he muttered.
Taker settled onto the bench next to Benoit. "I've got a question for you."
"No. Whatever it is, no," Benoit spat.
Taker grinned wickedly. "Well the question was ‘Are you gay', in that case."
Benoit rolled his eyes. "It wasn't and you know it!"
"Fine," Taker growled, moving closer and wrapping one large arm around Benoit's shoulders. "How about ‘Do you want it hard and fast up against the shower wall'?"
"As I said, no!" Benoit snapped, trying to squirm out of Taker's hold.
"Oh come on. You know you want it," Taker purred, leaning in close to press him lips against Benoit's neck.
"Taker, I swear if you don't stop touching me I'll sue you for sexual harassment!" Benoit growled. "I have a boyfriend, and he's too wonderful for me to risk losing him, especially to mess around with someone like you!"
"Sexual harassment," Taker snorted. "That's a good one! It ain't harassment if a guy wants it, and you know you do."
"Why are you going after me?" Benoit groaned. "I'm not exactly a pretty sexy young twink here! Go stalk Crash or Shannon Moore!"
"Ah, but I prefer more seasoned meat," Taker replied. "Those silly young things just don't interest me, I'd rather have an intelligent man my own age."
"And what, Flair, Vince, and Bischoff turned you down?" Benoit replied, again trying to shove Taker's arm off of him, sighing when the larger man wouldn't budge.
"Very funny, my lovely," Taker purred. "Now why don't you just slip out of those clothes and go over to that couch with me?"
Benoit glared angrily at the other man, looking extremely insulted. "I told you, I'm not that kind of boy!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, I'll make you that kind of boy," Taker replied. "All you have to do is spread your legs."
Benoit clenched his teeth, looking more than a little frustrated. "Ok, Taker," he growled. "Why don't I just get us some lube from my bag here, then I'll show you how I feel?"
"Excellent." Taker grinned, watching Benoit's body lustfully as the other men stooped to retrieve something from his bag.
Benoit straightened, an object concealed in his palm. "You want me to give it to you, baby?" he asked.
"Oh yes," Taker growled, licking his lips.
"Alright then." Benoit swiftly raised his hand, pressing down on the little bottle of pepper spray in his hand and delivering a shot right into Taker's face.
Taker howled, jumping to his feet and stumbling, half blind, for the nearest sink. "My eyes! My eyes! You little bitch!" he shrieked, running out of the room.
"And that's how I feel about you," Benoit
chuckled, tucking the pepper spray into his pocket in case he needed it
again.