A/N: Another request.....sorta. I know, I know. But what about your other stories DK? I'll get to them. I promise. It's just that I've been working on this one for so long that I had to get it up. That being said, I own no one, am making no money off of this, and I am in NO WAY saying that this is the way they actually feel. And this is SLASH! Meaning Man on Man loving. Don't like, don't read. Easy as pie. Now enough of my rambling and ENJOY!

"You don't want any part of that."

Evan jumped and turned around quickly. He hadn't noticed anyone walk into the locker room. In fact he hadn't even noticed when it had gotten so loud in the room. He had been watching Kozlov from across the room. He was doing is pre-match stretching. Something that Evan found extremely arousing. The way the man's body bent defied the laws of nature. No one should be that big and that powerful yet that flexible.

"I don't know what you mean." He said defiantly as he turned and faced Tommy Dreamer.

"Kid, trust me. You want to stick to the other fliers around here. Power houses are gunna hurt ya and hurt ya bad."

Evan didn't say anything, but he nodded when Tommy clapped him on the back and got up. When Evan turned his attention back to Kozlov he was gone. With a sigh he finished lacing up his boots and stood up, stretching until he felt a burn in his calves. He wasn't sure if he had a match that night, ECW wasn't like the other brands. They winged most of the shows, so most of the roster just wandered around the backstage in their gear just in case. Others were doing the same thing he was and after popping in his earbuds he headed out into the hallways to wander around for a while in the hopes of clearing his mind of the large Russian.

He had seen the small man eyeing him up from the across the room. To say it perturbed him would be an understatement. Not that he wasn't used to people staring at him, it was just that he used to them staring at him in fear. In order to recenter himself Vladimir left the locker room and wandered down the twisting hallways. Try as he might, he couldn't forget the look in the young mans eyes. It was awe mixed with desire. The latter was something that Vladimir had very little experience with and it irked him.

A short time later Vladimir heard the sound of foot falls and he looked around. Behind him the highflier from the locker room was walking with his head down. He had a bounce to his step and Vladimir stopped dead to watch him. The young man didn't notice and walked right by, his head now bopping along to whatever beat was in his mind. Vladimir cocked his head and against his better judgment decided to follow him. Their wanderings lead them to a deep and dark part of the arena.

Even though Vladimir could still hear the thousands of fans screaming it was rather faint and he wondered what the small man was up too. Suddenly he stopped and it took everything that Vladimir had to pull himself to a quick stop so as not to run him over. The young man stood there for a moment and Vladimir had the urge to find a spot to hide before he turned around and seen him.

"I know you're there." The words were soft and brought Vladimir's head up. "It's funny y'know. I can always tell when you're around. It's like some extra sense I have." He turned around then and Vladimir's brow furrowed at the smile that was aimed at him.

"How?" The simple word was heavily accented and for some reason it brought a smile to the younger man's face.

"Why don't you speak more? Your voice is unique." He took a step towards Vladimir, causing the tall man to take a step back. "What's the matter? You're not afraid are you?"

Vladimir grunted and took a step towards the young man as if to prove that he didn't fear him. The simple movement seemed to make the kids smile ten times brighter and in response Vladimir felt a twitch at his own lips. Soon they were standing mere inches apart, eyes locked and questioning as they stared each other down. Evan brought his hand up and held it palm out towards Vladimir. With a slightly shake in his own hand Vladimir brought his up and gently; as if he was afraid of hurting the smaller man, he interlaced their fingers.

Heat exploded between their palms and Vladimir let go with a startled yelp. He looked down at his hand, expecting it be burnt. He heard a giggle and looked over to see Evan stuffing his fist into his mouth to stifle the noise. With a frown he held his hand up again, surely there was no way that it would happen again. When their skin connected the heat was back and this time there was an electric element to it as well.

"So strong……" Evan started as he squeezed lightly. "Yet soft." He tilted his head up and Vladimir seen something else simmering in their depths, something that had him groaning and bending down to capture the young highflier's lips with his own.

Arms wrapped around his neck and effortlessly Vladimir picked him up. He moved so that Evan's back was against the wall and after a couple minutes he pulled back and stared into Evan's eyes. They were hazy and he felt the oddest rush of possessiveness grip him. With a rather feral growl he took Evan's lips again, this time plundering Evan's mouth with his tongue. Evan mewled and clawed at Vladimir's arms as he tried to get as close as he could.

Air was in short supply and soon Vladimir pulled back, licking Evan's lips before breaking contact completely. Evan's breathing was ragged and he held onto Vladimir as if his life depended on it. Foot steps were heard a scant second later and quickly Vladimir set Evan down and disappeared into the shadows.

"Evan…you're on." Greg Helms said as he hurried over. "Hey, you aight man?" He asked when he seen the disheveled look and the sheen of sweat on his body.

"I'm fine."

"Well come on, you're about to be announced." Helms said as he turned around and headed back the way he came.

"Coming." Evan turned around to see if Vladimir was still close by.

Two strong arms picked him up and held him close for a minute before setting back on his feet lightly. He felt Vladimir press a light kiss to the back of his neck before he pushed gently forwards.

"Will I……"

"Later."

"Promise?"

Vladimir nodded and Evan felt as if his smile was going to split his face in two. With whoop Evan headed towards the ring, his mind not on his match, but on his power house that would be waiting for him after the match.