*Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews and the faves and stuff, I appreciate it and I think I'm turning this smut into a real story (not sure yet, but I hope so), then again, I might not be. Anyway, this is kinda like a part 2 to Chapter 3: Secrets Spilling. Hope you enjoy ^^

*Disclaimer: I don't own WWE and I don't think Vince McMahon should either.

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And what an idea he had, Kane thought to himself. He found himself with his pants around his ankles, jacket and shirt unbuttoned, and sweat coating his pale skin. His cock was stuffed into the boy's ass, throbbing and twitching as he thrusted in and out of that tight, velvet heat. His hands gripped onto tan hips, probably bruising them, not that he really cared and he was sure right now, Seth didn't care either.

Seth was straddling his hips, his arms around his shoulders, and his face in Kane's neck. He was moaning lowly as he rode the elder man's cock. His own dick was rubbing between their stomaches, hard and wet. It had been a long time since he last did anything close to this and it was certainly showing as he tried to bounce on the hard member in his ass like there was no tomorrow. Unfortunately for him, the hands on his hips kept him from moving too fast.

Neither one of them was sure exactly how it came to this, but it happened and there they were on the edge of the bed, fucking. Kane knew it had been a long time since Seth was last fucked-most likely before he stabbed his brothers in the back-and it had been awhile since Kane himself was with someone like this. Neither one of them cared though, knowing this was purely for a much needed release that could only come through satisfying sex.

And Seth really did need this and so much more. He was being stretched to his limits and torn apart from the inside out, and it's been like that since the very beginning of his life with the Authority. Kane could see how much he hurt, no matter how well he ignored the pain of his broken heart, because at one time, he himself was in the same position. He kept hurting his older half-brother again and again and again, and for what? To make some lame ass so-called father happy?

Undertaker had forgiven him a long time ago, but Kane still couldn't forgive himself for what he did to his brother. He did so many things to the man; set him on fire countless times, buried him alive, locked him in a casket and set it on fire, dug up their parents and set them on fire, and just about every thoughtless hurtful thing imaginable that would drive a sane man to the nuthouse. And he just couldn't shake the guilt, even now after so many years.

"Kaaane~" came a low whine from Seth.

"Yes, Rollins?" Kane asked, knowing what he wanted.

Seth tried to move faster, but the elder's hands were still preventing his hips from moving more than he wanted. "Faaaster~" He had to have it faster, he needed it. This was getting them nowhere.

Kane chuckled, the sound rolling in his chest. He got a slap for that, smacked right onto his torso, and looked into angry dark brown eyes. "Sorry, Kid, it isn't happening."

"God damn you, fucking asshole." That made the elder laugh more. "I was being serious, you no-good talentless hack!"

That stirred something inside of the man, but he ignored it. He had to ignore it. Or else...or else the Demon could come out. He didn't want the demon out while he was with such a fragile man. And Seth Rollins was fragile-at least, compared to the Monster known as the Demon Kane. There wasn't really anyone who could handle the Demon, no one except Undertaker.

"Kane, fucking asshole, move faster," Seth demanded, getting angry. He was going to throw a hissy fit soon if he didn't get his way. One of the many bad things about the kid joining the Authority was that Triple H and Stephanie spoiled him so much that they turned him into a spoiled-rotten prissy brat. "Bet the Devil's Favorite Demon would fuck me. He's a real man."

He could just feel the smug grin from the demon locked away inside of him and he couldn't help but let the anger boil and bubble at that comment. A quiet growl and a moment's tightening of hands were the only warnings Seth had before he was yanked off the elder's cock and thrown onto the bed.

The older man didn't bother with getting rid of the rest of his clothes before he climbed onto the bed behind the younger man and grabbed his hips in a tight grasp. He slammed his cock back into that tight velvet heat, earning a loud whorish moan from the man below him, and started up a rough pace. He thought-for just a moment-that he should be more gentle, but the kid didn't deserve it and his anger wasn't going to let him be gentle either.

The Devil's Favorite Demon, locked inside of the man known as the Director of Operations, grinned darkly. He was enjoying this display of dominance, every thrust that tore moans from the boy's throat, but it wasn't the same as doing it himself-not that Kane would let him. Kane kept him locked up nice and tight. But it wouldn't last forever. He'll get free one day and when he does, he's going to lock up this pathetic excuse of a man like he's been.

"Mmm...fuck...Kaaane~...So goood~" the young Iowan said through heavy moans. A thin sheen of sweat was starting to coat the tanned skin as he rocked his body eagerly against the other Authority member. The cock was pounding away inside of him, hitting his prostate hard with every thrust, and he couldn't get enough. Fireworks were flashing behind his closed eyes and his fingers were grasping onto the blankets below them.

Kane growled lowly and grabbed onto the boy's dark hair, tightening his fingers. He yanked hard on the brunette locks, earning a cry of pain from the man on the bed, which only seemed to turn him on even more. He yanked again, smirking as the boy whimpered.

Seth was enjoying this just as much as the elder was. Precum dripped from his cock onto the sheets below, his dick twitching. He wasn't going to last long at the rate they were going and the Director was right. Not a few minutes later, he gave a cry as his climax hit him. Semen shot from the slit of his member, hitting his stomach and falling onto the bed below. He kept cumming, the thick shots soon turning into short spurts.

The Director of Operations released the boy's hair and grabbed onto his hips. The velvet walls of the younger's rectum were pulsating around his throbbing cock, urging it to climax. His thrusts became faster and harder, sending wave upon wave of pleasure through the Iowan's sensitive body. It wasn't long before his own orgasm hit him and he shot a heavy load into the boy, filling him to the brim as he continued his thrusts.

His movements slowed down as the boy's velvet walls milked him dry until he was doing nothing more than rocking his body gently into those slender hips. It wasn't long before he collapsed on top of the younger man, completely spent and already drifting off. Sex always wore him out and took so much out of him and this time was no different.

"...Kane..." the younger said into the sheets, his voice muffled. "Get off."

He wanted to move. He really did. He should move, but right now, he was too exhausted to. He mumbled a reply into the boy's body as he drifted into the dark land of dreams with a smile on his face. This was a good fuck. Not one he was used to, but still a good fuck. It wasn't long before he was completely out.

Seth yawned, feeling tired too. "Stupid idiot," he muttered, not really meaning it. It reminded him of someone who was once close to him, but he didn't dwell too much on that. Couldn't afford to put much energy into anything else except relaxing and drifting off into his own dreamland. Dean and Roman were far from his mind at this moment, but unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for his ex-Shield brothers.

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*Author's Note: I apologize if this isn't as good as it could be. I just picked up where I left off during my last typing session and haven't bothered to read through it. Also, I'm not sure if there's even a real plot to this smutty story (I really doubt it), but I guess it's okay if there isn't. Hope you enjoyed.