Lucky Kisses - Chapter 1

 

Authors’ note: The following is a cross-over with a twist. We decided to take the characters from the WWE and have them interact with the characters from kira’s modern Bo7 AU.

Fa’afafine, meaning “almost women” in Samoan, are boys who are brought up as women. They live as women, they perform women’s duties, they dress as women and have sex with straight men. But fa’afafine are not considered gay, even though they have sex with other men. They truly are seen as women in Samoan culture.

Special thanks to Jen for taking the time to beta this fic and offer suggestions along the way!!

Unfortunately, the only ones who own them are Takahashi-sensei and Vince McMahon, the lucky ducks!

The band Youkai had just finished their sound check for tonight’s mini concert. While the rest of his bandmates and the road crew went out to get something to eat, Sesshomaru hung around, waiting for their manger/producer to arrive with his cross-dressing boyfriend. The blond lead guitarist, who shared vocals with his younger brother, politely chatted up a group of divas who had arrived early to check out the band. When he saw his friends wandering around looking for him, he excused himself from the ladies and headed over to them.

“Hey, you two!” Sesshomaru waved as he walked through the crowds of wrestling personnel.

Jakotsu spotted him first and waved. “Hey, Sessh!!”

“About time you guys got here,” Sesshomaru said, folding his arms neatly across his chest. He did his best to look annoyed and failed miserably.

“I got here as fast as I could,” Bankotsu replied. “If someone, who shall remain nameless, didn’t feel the need to out-dress the divas, we would have been here sooner.”

“Hey!” Jakotsu said. “I resemble that remark!”

Sesshomaru ignored the cross-dresser’s outburst. “Well, I’m afraid Jak has some stiff competition.”

“Yeah? Like who?!” The cross-dresser looked around.

Sesshomaru chuckled and motioned over towards a group of divas. “I give you; Torrie, Candace and Ashley.”

Jakotsu frowned. “I look better than they do, right, Ban honey?”

Bankotsu was busy staring at the girls appreciatively. “Hunh? What did you say?”

Sesshomaru laughed. “You’re in trouble now, Ban.”

“What...?” Bankotsu reluctantly drew his attention back to his boyfriend and friend. “Oh...”

“Yeah.” The blond guitarist grinned.

Jakotsu, who was miffed at his boyfriend, folded his arms across his chest and pouted.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be too quick to judge, Jak,” Sesshomaru said knowingly. “You might find yourself in the same position in a few minutes or so.”

“What do you mean?” The cross-dresser turned around to tell his boyfriend to get his hand off his bottom just as Batista came out of the men’s locker roomer dressed in his wrestling trunks, and headed towards the divas. Jakotsu stared intently at him as the wrestler walked by.

Batista, feeling the intense stare, looked over at them and winked at Jakotsu as he walked by. Since Jakotsu was dressed in his favorite black leather mini skirt and cashmere sweater not to mention made-up, Batista made the common mistake of thinking he was a very attractive woman instead of a man.

Jakotsu’s face lit up. “Did you see that?! He thinks I’m cute!” he said happily, thinking the world heavy weight champion was just as gay as himself.

Bankotsu, feeling a pang of jealousy over the tall and heavily built wrestler, was clearly looking unhappy about his boyfriend drooling over another man.

“That’s Dave Batista. He’s the current world heavy weight champion. Don’t worry, Ban he’s-” Sesshomaru started to say when Jakotsu interrupted him.

“Yeah?” The cross-dresser sighed loudly.

Sesshomaru shook his head at him. “Uh oh, Ban, I think Jak has a new body to idolize.” He chuckled at the sour look on his manger/producer’s face.

Bankotsu grimaced and made a little sound of disgust.

“I do not!!” Jakotsu cried as he tried to look past Sesshomaru at Batista. “OOOH!!!” He squealed. “He’s coming over here!!” The cross-dresser clung to his boyfriend like a demented fangirl.

Batista walked over to them and said, “Hey, are you THE Sesshomaru?”

The blond guitarist grinned. “Yes.”

Jakotsu stuck his finger in his mouth and bit the knuckle to keep from squealing as his boyfriend tiredly rubbed at the throbbing in his left temple.

“Nice to meet you. I’m a fan of your music; it’s good stuff.”

“Thanks,” Sesshomaru replied. “I’m a big fan of yours too. Are you going to be defending your title tonight?”

Bankotsu looked at the cross-dresser and hissed, “Behave, Sweetness!”

Batista briefly looked at them as Sesshomaru shrugged. “Yeah,” he answered the guitarist’s question as if the other two weren’t there. “Khali wants it back.” He turned his attention fully on the other two, and raising an eyebrow, the champion asked, “You guys in the band too?”

“I’m their manger-slash-producer, Kusao Bankotsu, but everyone calls me Ban. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Batista nodded. “It’s nice to meet you too.” He looked over at Jakotsu and smiled. “And you are?”

The cross-dresser tittered nervously like a girl. “Hibiya Jackson...” He held out his hand and Batista took it.

“It’s especially nice to meet you,” he said to Jakotsu.

Jakotsu swallowed and somehow managed to squeak out, “Same here.”

Bankotsu, who was clearly not amused, rolled his eyes at his boyfriend.

Sesshomaru, deciding to save the wrestler’s dignity and the cross-dresser’s, not to mention diffusing his manger’s anger, said, “Jak is Ban’s boyfriend.”

Batista briefly went wide-eyed in surprise. “Oh. I’m sorry, Mr. Kusao. I didn’t know... So he’s not really a girl?” He chuckled sheepishly. “I feel like such an ass.”

Sesshomaru chuckled as well. “Don’t worry, Dave, a lot of people make that mistake.”

“Hey! I can’t help it if I’m beautiful,” Jakotsu said as he flipped his hair over his shoulder.

Bankotsu rubbed his forehead. “You see what I have to put up with?”

“Yeah, I do. I work with several of them myself.” Batista gestured towards a group divas passing by. “And speaking of work... I’ve gotta go finish getting ready for my match.”

Bankotsu grinned. “Nice meeting you, Batista-san, and good luck.” He briefly closed his eyes when he noticed Jakotsu and Sesshomaru exchange glances. Oh hell, now what are they up to?

“Same here...Ummm...” Jakotsu said sweetly. “Batista-san? Would you like a good luck kiss?” He smiled impishly at the world heavy weight champion. “My kisses are very lucky... Sessh kissed me in a video and they got a number one hit.” He smiled saucily.

“Uh... no offense, but uh, I’m not into guys kissing me.”

“A pity...” the cross-dresser said airily. “But then, I guess you don’t like that nice shiny belt as much as Sessh told me you did.”

Batista frowned and looked down at the WHC belt and had a few second thoughts cross his mind. As much as he disliked the idea of a guy kissing him, he did not want to invite any bad luck when he had a championship on the line. The champ looked over at the blond guitarist. “Are the kisses really good luck?”

Sesshomaru chuckled. “We did go number one after that video aired. And Ban’s life had been pretty good lately and you can bet he’s had plenty of kisses.” He winked at Batista.

Batista shrugged and grinned back at him. Turning towards the cross-dresser, he said, “Well, far be it from me to fight a lucky charm. Go ahead and plant one on me.”

Jakotsu went wide-eyed at his good luck in talking the wrestler into kissing him. He and Sesshomaru had a bet to see how many of them he could get to kiss him and Batista was the first one he had asked. “Okay!” he said happily as he moved closer to the Animal. Reaching up and, placing a hand behind Batista’s head, Jakotsu pulled his head lower and kissed him.

“That’s it, Jak! Slip him some tongue!! We want to make sure Dave has all the luck he needs tonight!!”

If a hole could have opened up in the floor at that moment, Bankotsu would have happily jumped in as he had the feeling his boyfriend and the guitarist were up to something. And he had an even stronger feeling it was something he was better off not knowing about.

Once Jakotsu had broken the kiss and pulled away, Batista said, “Am I lucky now?”

“Very...” the cross-dresser purred as he gave him an “I want to eat you with a spoon and some whipped cream on top” look.

Batista looked around helplessly when Bankotsu came to his rescue, “Are you through playing around, Sweetness?

“Awe...” Jakotsu pouted. “Just a lil longer. Ummm... can you take my picture with him?” He smiled sweetly at his lover. “Please? I promise no more kisses,” he said much to Batista’s relief. “I just want a picture of me hanging off his arm.”

The world heavy weight champion flexed one of his muscular arms. 

Bankotsu sighed and took his digital camera out of his pocket. He waited patiently as Jakotsu, giggling, grabbed onto Batista’s arm and the Animal lifted him off the ground. He took their picture, and after checking to make sure it would come out, he said, “Thank you, Batista-san, for indulging the brat.”

Batista laughed. “No problem. Bye.” He turned and walked away to finish getting ready for his upcoming match with Khali.

They stood there, watching him go. Jakotsu turned to his friend with a smug look on his face. “That’s one!”

The cross-dresser looked at him and smiled sweetly. “Nothing...” He giggled.

Sesshomaru, spotting John Cena, playfully elbowed Jakotsu in the ribs. “Oh look! There’s another one.”

“Oooh!! Another victim!” The cross-dresser started to walk away with his friend when his lover grabbed him by the arm.

“Victim? I think you have some explaining to do, Sweetness.”

Jakotsu eyed his lover innocently.

Bankotsu shifted his gaze from his boyfriend to the blond guitarist, who was heading towards the unsuspecting wrestler, and back. He sighed. “Maybe I’m better off not knowing. Just do me a favor and behave as much as possible.”

Jakotsu threw his arms around him and hugged him tightly. “Thanks, my lil dumpling!” he whispered in his ear. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later when we get home.” He moved to give Bankotsu a kiss that left no doubt as to how much the cross-dresser was going to make it up to him. Breaking the kiss and, pulling away from the embrace, Jakotsu turned and shouted, “Hey, Sessh!! Wait up!!” He hurried off after him as fast as he could in his high heeled boots.

Bankotsu watched him leave and prayed the two of them would not cause too much trouble with their nonsense.

“Excuse me, Mr. Kusao?” Johnathan Coachman said as he walked over to him.

“Mr. McMahon wanted to see you. He said he had a few last minutes details to go over with you for tonight’s concert. So if you’ll come with me?”

Sesshomaru paused and waited for his friend to catch up. Having briefly lost sight of John Cena in the crowds that milled about backstage at the arena, they stood there, people watching as the cross-dresser caught his breath. As luck would have it, just as they started to move again, John Cena was walking towards them.

“Hello there,” he said to Jakotsu, completely ignoring Sesshomaru much to the guitarist’s amusement. Batista had put the word out that there was a cute Japanese girl backstage and the champion wanted to find out if what he had said was true.

“Hey there...” the cross-dresser purred. “I’m Jaki and you’re?”

“John Cena, but you can call me ‘The Champ.’” He chuckled. Damn, she’s just as cute as Tista said and then some!

Jakotsu giggled. “The Champ, hunh? I like that...” He licked his lips.

Cena grinned back at what he mistook for a girl. “Are you hitting on me...?”

Jakotsu eyed him innocently. “No... Why? Should I be?” He giggled.

Cena held his gaze for several minutes as they smiled at each other. “Your eyes tell the whole story,” he said, his voice talking on a husky edge to it.

“Yeah...?” Jakotsu said breathlessly. He looked at the wrestler with the same wide-eyed look that could make Bankotsu melt like an ice cube on hot pavement. He smiled inwardly when it had the same effect on the wrestler.

Cena smiled. “Yeah... But don’t worry,” He reached out to take Jakotsu’s hand. “You’re not the first girl’s who’s done it.” He patted the cross-dresser’s hand with his free one.

“Oh...” Jakotsu said tartly as he looked away and back.

The Champ groaned inwardly as he mentally kicked himself for upsetting the cross-dresser.

Jakotsu noticed his frown and asked, “So is ‘The Champ’ in a match tonight?”

“Yup, I’m defending my championship against Randy Orton.”

 “Ooh!” Jakotsu suddenly brightened, giving Cena a ray of hope that he had not blown his chances him. “Would you like a good luck kiss?” He smiled at Cena. “My kisses are very lucky, you know.”

“Sure. A lucky kiss may be just what I need.”

“Okay...” Jakotsu purred. He put his arms around Cena’s neck as The Champ closed the distance between them. Looking up, he closed his eyes and kissed him. “Good luck,” Jakotsu murmured when he broke the kiss and pulled away.

Sesshomaru, who had been quietly watching the whole thing, chuckled.

Cena, now holding both of the cross-dresser’s hands, said, “Thanks for the luck. Will I be seeing you around afterwards?”

“You’re welcome, and I suppose so... I’m here with the band.”

“Yeah? Well, later then, I have to go get ready.”

“Bye...” Jakotsu wiggled his fingers at him in a dainty wave as Cena grinned and headed towards the locker rooms.

Once The Champ was out of ear shot, Jakotsu leaned into Sesshomaru and giggled happily. “That’s two!! Who else can we get?”

“Hmmm... Let’s go see who else we can find.”

The two of them roamed the backstage area of the arena, chatting with the various wrestlers they saw. Without exception, they all thought Jakotsu was the cutest girl they had ever met. He had had the best time flirting with Carlito, whom he had managed to steal two kissed from. London and Kendrick were fun to kiss too as they made him close his eyes and guess who it was he was kissing. When they met up with Cade and Murdoch, they had insisted on kissing him at the same time which quickly turned into to a giggle fest, especially when Sesshomaru insisted on getting in on the act too. Shelton Benjamin, who had been heading towards the locker room with Charlie Haas, had flipped a coin to see who would kiss him first but Jakotsu playfully ran over to John Morrison, quickly stealing a kiss from him. Afterwards, the two just as jokingly complained to Morrison about it before Jakotsu gave them a kiss. CM Punk literally swept the cross-dresser off his feet when he gave him his good luck kiss. Val Venus, feeling a bit uncomfortable with Sesshomaru around, as he thought the blond was Jakotsu’s boyfriend, insisted on a kiss on the cheek, which Jakotsu sweetly gave to him. MVP was the last stolen kiss and one of the few wrestlers to realize Jakotsu was a guy. Unfortunately he only realized it after he had kissed the cross-dresser as he was not one to pay much attention to the “little people” and he was not happy in the least about it. It took several minutes of fast talking on Sesshomaru’s part before the wrestler had calmed down enough to leave them alone and walk away. After wandering around aimlessly for a few minutes, they decided to take a break and grab a quick bite to eat.

“Hey Look, Sessh! They’ve got their own version of a rikishi!!” Jakotsu said excitedly. He motioned towards where Umaga sat, calmly eating his dinner.

Sesshomaru gave him a funny look. “That’s not Rikishi; that’s Umaga. Rikishi retired years ago.”

“Who?”

“Umaga.”

“They call them ‘umaga?’” Jakotsu stared at him.

“No, that wrestler’s name is Umaga,” Sesshomaru patiently explained.

“Oh... Can we go meet him?”

“When we’re done eating.”

“Okay. I got to be in a commercial with Konishiki,” the cross-dresser said smugly as Sesshomaru half paid attention to him. The guitarist had no idea who he was talking about, but he somehow managed to nod in all the right places. Unfortunately, it only encouraged the cross-dresser’s ramblings about various rikishi. “You know, I really want to do a commercial with Asashoryu, but he doesn’t do them.”

“Asashoryu! He’s the newest yokuzuna!!”

Sesshomaru stared at the cross-dresser blankly.

“Asashoryu is a rishiki, what you gaijin call a sumo wrestler.”

Sesshomaru nodded and took a bite out of his cheeseburger.

“He went on to become the newest yokuzuna, or grand champion when Takanohana became sidelined with injuries. Asashoryu isn’t as big as that guy, but he’s still cuddly.” Jakotsu grinned and ate some of his French fries.

Sesshomaru laughed. “Does this mean we have to fatten Ban up a bit for you?”

Jakotsu also laughed. “I don’t think he’d go for it. I made him some chankonabe once when he was sick, but he complained about me trying to do that to him. He said I need it more than he does.” The cross-dresser giggled at the memory.

“He does have a point there,” Sesshomaru smirked.

“Hey, I can’t help it if I have a fast metabolism,” the cross-dresser smirked back.

They laughed and finished eating their burgers. Jakotsu would surreptitiously watch the wrestler eat much to his friend’s amusement. Sesshomaru chuckled inwardly at the cross-dresser’s strange taste in men as they ran the gamut from pretty feminine androgynous types to rough and ready leading man types. About the only ones he never went gaga over were fellow actors. The rest seemed to be fair game in Jakotsu’s book. So he wasn’t the least bit surprised when the cross-dresser wanted to get a kiss from the Samoan wrestler.

“Come on, Sessh!! Let’s go over and see if I can get a kiss!” Jakotsu repeated like a little kid begging for the latest fad toy.

“Why do you want to kiss him?” Sesshomaru, genuinely interested, asked.

The cross-dresser sighed like a fan-girl. “He’s kinda cute, like a big old teddy bear.” He smiled impishly. “I did get a kiss from Konishiki when we did that commercial together.”

“That was a toothpaste commercial, wasn’t it?” the blond guitarist asked and Jakotsu nodded in reply. “So he was supposed to kiss you.” At the cross-dresser’s disappointed look, he added, “At least introduce yourself first before locking lips.”

Jakotsu smiled happily as he got up from the table. “You coming with?”

“I think I’ll stay here in case you offend him.” Sesshomaru chuckled.

“Suit yourself.” The cross-dresser sauntered over to Umaga’s table. “Hi....” he said softly.

The Samoan looked up from the newspaper he was reading as he ate his dinner. Swallowing a mouthful of salad, he said, “Ummm... hello.”

Jakotsu put his hand over his wildly fluttering heart. There was something about the Samoan’s gentle demeanor that reminded him of Musahimaru Koyo, one of the most popular rishiki of the day. It was all the cross-dresser could do to simply smile and say, “I’m Jaki...”

“Nice to meet you.” Umaga smiled back at him and set down the newspaper. Pointing to an empty seat, he nodded for Jakotsu to sit down. “I’m Eddie Fatu, but you can also call me Umaga.”

Jakotsu pulled the chair out and sat. “Hi, Eddie. Do you have a match tonight?”

“I do...” Umaga chuckled. “Do you intend to kiss me too?”

The cross-dresser tittered embarrassedly. “You heard, hunh?”

The Samoan nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“So I guess you’re going to pass on that kiss...?” Jakotsu sighed, hiding his disappointment.

Jakotsu looked up at him in surprise.

“But,” Umaga continued. “I am not in the habit of kissing strangers, although I have had the occasional random fan kiss me.”

“Yeah...?” The cross-dresser smiled impishly. “Well, uh... can this fan kiss you for good luck?”

“Let me think about it for a few more minutes, I need to decide if you are a pretty enough fa’afafine to risk being teased in the locker room.”

“Awe...” Jakotsu blushed. “Ummm... so what’s a fafa-rina?”

“Fa’afafine.” Umaga said. “It’s a man who is raised as a woman. In Samoa when a family has too many sons and no daughters to look after their parents in their old age, they will choose from amongst their sons, one or two to raise as daughters.”

“Oh...” Jakotsu went wide-eyed at the thought. “I wasn’t raised as a girl, but I do enjoy dressing like one. I think I must have been a woman in my previous life as it comes so easily to me. And before you ask, no, I don’t want to be a woman. I’m happy being me.” He smiled.

Umaga nodded. “Then that is who you should be.”

Jakotsu also nodded. “That’s what I’ve spent most of my life trying to convince my parents to see...” He smiled. “I think they’re finally getting it... at least I hope so.”

The cross-dresser’s smile became rueful.

“That’s good; sometimes we cannot help what we are,” the Samoan soothed.

“Yeah... You know, you’re easy to talk to, Eddie. I like that.”

They sat in companionable silence as Umaga finished his dinner. Just as the cross-dresser was about to break the silence, Umaga leaned over and kissed him. Jakotsu stared at him open-mouthed in surprise.

“For luck, for both of us,” Umaga explained.

The Samoan nodded. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Jaki, I have to go get ready for tonight’s match.”

After dinner, Jakotsu and Sesshomaru wandered around aimlessly back stage. They met up with a few divas, and the cross-dresser took his friend’s picture with several of them before all hell broke lose when Beth Phoenix noticed Jakotsu was a guy.

“So you’re the ‘girl’ that Dave kissed?” Beth asked.

“Yeah?” Jakotsu blinked in confusion.

“But you’re a guy!” She laughed.

“Dave’s a guy too,” the Glamazon chuckled.

Melina Perez looked from the Glamazon to the cross-dresser and back. “You know, Beth...” she said.

“I think he does a better job at being a girl than you do,” Melina smirked.

Sesshomaru looked like he had just struck gold when the divas started what had the makings of a good catfight.

“Uh, Ladies...?” Jakotsu said. “Ummm, can’t you-” the rest of what he was going to say was swallowed up when the Glamazon grabbed a hold of him and kissed him.

“Your kisses had better be lucky because I feel like kicking some ass tonight,” she said more to Melina than to the cross-dresser.

“Hey, I was going to kiss him first!”

“Gold!! This is pure gold!! I love you, Jak!!” Sesshomaru mouthed to his friend as the two divas squared off against each other.

“Well too bad, now I’ve got the luck and I’m going to win the Divas’ Battle Royale!”

Melina narrowed her eyes at the Glamazon. “Well, I make my own luck and I’m going to kick your ass tonight and win it with no help from him!” She pointed at Jakotsu.

“There’s a Diva Battle Royale?!” Sesshomaru said.

“Yeah...” Torri giggled. “I’m going to be in it tonight too.”

“Nice...” Sesshomaru said with a smile, prompting Torri Wilson to giggle some more.

“Oh yeah?” Beth glared angrily at Melina. “Well, I could bitch-slap you to the ground, luck or no luck, right now!!”

Melina made a face. “Big talk from a big girl, but can you back those words up with some action?”

Jakotsu stared at the verbally dueling divas. They were getting closer and closer to shoving each other around. He was afraid that it would get back to Bankotsu that they had started something, and that it would reflect badly on him too. He grabbed Sesshomaru’s arm and hissed at him, “Oh hell! They’re going to kill each other, Sessh!! You have to stop them!!”

Sesshomaru rolled his eyes as he shook Jakotsu’s hands off his arm. He calmly walked up to the dueling divas and said, “Ladies, ladies, now let’s just calm down...”

Beth Phoenix turned to face Sesshomaru as if noticing him for the first time and said, “Who the hell are you?”

“He’s my friend, Sessh,” Jakotsu said helpfully.

“Yeah,” Torri added. “He’s in that band that’s playing tonight.”

Melina took advantage of the momentary lull, and grabbing Sesshomaru; she spun the startled guitarist around and kissed him. “There!” she said smugly. “Maybe he’s lucky too!”

“Yeah...” Sesshomaru said as a cocky grin spread across his face. “I’m very lucky. In fact, I’m luckier than he is.” He motioned towards the cross-dresser with his thumb.

“Oh yeah...” Jakotsu said dryly. “Then how come Rin’s going to kick your ass when she finds out about this?”

Beth grinned and before anyone could react, she grabbed Sesshomaru and kissed him. “There! My kiss just cancelled yours out!”

“Oh man, Rin’s going to get you now, Sessh...” Jakotsu said softly as he closed his eyes.

Sesshomaru, who was enjoying the attention immensely, shrugged and said, “Don’t care.... Now which one of you lovely ladies needs some luck tonight?” He held out his arms.

“I want some luck!” Torri cried and ran over to Sesshomaru so she could be first in line for a kiss.

“Okay!” The blond guitarist happily obliged her.

Ashley Massaro pushed her way to the front of the line. “I want one too!”

Maria Kanellis cried, “Me too!!” as she crowed around him.

Michelle McCool jumped up and down, yelling, “And me!! I want one too!!”

Mickie James tried pushing her way to the front, and called out as she did so, “Don’t forget me!!” The more she pushed, the more the others did, and Sesshomaru was soon mobbed, not that he minded.

Jakotsu looked over at them and sighed. “What about me? I’m the real lucky one...”

All the divas were hotly vying for a good luck kiss and Sesshomaru was in danger in going down under a diva dog pile. The cross-dresser groaned and dragged his friend away before he got covered in lipstick and had to face the wrath of his young wife.

“Hey! Whatchya do that for?” Sesshomaru said, clearly annoyed at having his fun interrupted.

“Think of it as me saving your ass.”

The blond guitarist thought it over. “Catch you later, Ladies,” Sesshomaru said as the cross-dresser dragged him away.

“What should we do now, Sessh?”

“Well we could go to the make-up room,” the blond guitarist said.

“They have a make-up room?” Jakotsu blinked in surprise.

“Yeah, it’s where they get their hair done and their faces painted up. Just wait until you see your friend Umaga later, you won’t recognize him,” Sesshomaru smirked.

“Yeah?” Jakotsu smiled impishly. “Ooh!! Can we go visit the locker room too? Can we?” he said, sounding very much like a little kid begging to be let loose in a candy store. “Can we?!”

Sesshomaru smirked, “I’m afraid that’s off limits for girls.”

The cross-dresser grinned back at him. “But I’m not a girl.”

“Well, if you want to kiss these guys, then you’d better be. Not all of them are as easy going as Batista.”

“Oh yeah...” Jakotsu sighed. “If anyone’s going to kick my ass for this, I’d rather it be Ban.”

Sesshomaru simply nodded in reply.

“Okay, let’s head over to make-up. Ooh...” The cross-dresser’s face lit up when he spotted Jeff Hardy. “Who’s the lil cutie with the rainbow hair?”

Sesshomaru looked over his shoulder at the two wrestlers, who were hanging out and, talking animatedly with each other. “That’s Jeff Hardy. And the one he’s talking to is his older brother Matt.”

“You mean they’re brothers?” The cross-dresser grinned wickedly. “I soooo have to kiss them both!” He grabbed the blond guitarist by the arm and dragged him over to the Hardys.

Jeff tilted his head towards them. “Hey! Look, Matt. You think that’s the girl Tista told us about?”

The rainbow haired warrior waved. “Hey there...”

“Hi!” his older brother added as the strange pair walked up to them.

“How’s it going?” Jeff asked. His eyes widened slightly when he noticed something “odd” about the girl even though she smiled sweetly at them.

“Good. I’m Jaki, by the way, and you two are?” Jakotsu said as he put on his best girly act for them. These two were cute in his humble opinion and he wanted to steal a kiss or two from them.

The elder Hardy smiled. “I’m Matt Hardy, and this is my younger brother, Jeff Hardy.”

Jakotsu giggled. “Pleased to meet you. So do you two have a match tonight?” He focused all of his attention on Matt, allowing Jeff to move away with Sesshomaru to discuss his band and Jeff’s upcoming match.

“Yup, we’re defending our tag-team titles tonight.”

“Yeah? Would you like a good luck kiss?” the cross-dresser asked saucily.

Matt chuckled. “Nah, Jeff and I make our own luck.”

The cross-dresser sighed disappointedly. “Oh well... Batista-san and Cena-san both got one. They’re not in the match against you, are they?”

“Nope, they’re in separate matches tonight. We’re going up against Shawn Michaels and Triple H.”

“Are they as cute as you are?”

The elder Hardy shook his head and Jakotsu giggled. Matt laughed along with him. Feeling a little bold, the cross-dresser took a huge chance and leaned in to rub his nose against Matt’s.

The elder Hardy was a little surprised by it and he stepped back. “Is this some Japanese custom I haven’t heard of yet?”

Jakotsu frowned. “What is?”

The cross-dresser giggled. “I’m sorry; it’s just that I couldn’t help myself.” He giggled again and playfully tapped his finger on Matt’s chest. “You’re too cute and so is your nose.”

“You’re welcome...” He made huge puppy eyes at the elder Hardy. “So umm, can I please get a kiss?” Smiling sweetly, Jakotsu added, “I bet you’re a better kisser than your lil brother.”

“Well...” Matt grinned. “Since you asked so nicely...”

“Thanks!” Jakotsu licked his lips and leaned towards Matt.

The elder Hardy put his arms around the cross-dresser, meeting him halfway for the kiss. Jakotsu treated the kiss the same way he would on his soap when he had to kiss another guy while the cameras rolled. He completely blanked everything around him out as he found it rather distracting to have his friend and Matt’s brother watching. What surprised him was the fact that Matt appeared to be very much into the kiss, although that was because he was completely fooled into thinking the cross-dresser was really a girl. The elder Hardy playfully ran his tongue across Jakotsu’s lips, and Jakotsu quickly opened his mouth, kissing the elder Hardy as deeply as he kissed him.

A few feet away, Sesshomaru and the Rainbow Haired Warrior stood there, watching them. They had been discussing tonight’s matches as well as Sesshomaru’s band until Jakotsu had leaned in and rubbed noses with Matt. Things started getting interesting in Jeff’s humble opinion, when his brother put his arms around Jakotsu and they kissed.

Jeff looked at the blond guitarist and asked, “So, Sessh, why is that guy kissing my brother?”

“Oh it’s just a little bet Jaki and I have going,” Sesshomaru said as if that explained everything.

“Yeah?” Jeff said. “Like what kind of a bet?”

“Oh... just how many wrestlers Jak can seduce into kissing him before the night’s over. Wait...” Sesshomaru said, quirking his eyebrow at him in surprise. “How’d you know he was a guy?”

The Rainbow Haired Warrior laughed. “Spend enough time around the divas like I have, and you can spot a fake a mile away. Although, I have to say, he’s good. Seriously, Sessh, I could tell by the way he does his nails. I do my own and I often leave a little on the skin around the nail. I just happened to notice he did too. I don’t know how my girlfriend does it, but she can do her nails without having to clean up the edges.”

“You got me.” Sesshomaru shrugged. “My wife can do the same thing. Although I’m surprised at Jak, he’s usually more meticulous about it that that.”

Jeff laughed. “Also guys tend to do cross strokes instead of vertical. Maybe he just rushed it tonight.”

“Come on; let’s go have a bit fun with my brother and your friend.” Jeff grinned wickedly as Sesshomaru chuckled. They walked over to Jakotsu and the elder Hardy. “Having fun?” Jeff asked innocently.

Jakotsu broke the kiss and looked over at him. “Yeah...” he giggled. “I think your brother’s going to be very lucky tonight,” he said as Matt nuzzled his neck.

“Well that’s good. Hopefully it’ll make up for you not telling him you’re a guy,” Jeff said as he tried not to grin when Matt very quickly pulled away from the cross-dresser.

Jakotsu blinked in surprise. “How...?”

“What...?” Matt said slowly as the full horror of the situation hit him. He looked from Jakotsu to his brother and back.

Jakotsu smiled sweetly at the elder Hardy.

“I see you enjoyed it too,” Sesshomaru smirked.

Both men ignored him as they stared at each other.

“You’re a guy...?!” Matt said.

Jakotsu nodded. “Yeah, so?”

“Why did you kiss me?” Matt Hardy said, trying not to sound as disgusted as he felt.

“Why not?” Jakotsu replied and Matt got the impression this was an everyday occurrence for him.

Meanwhile Sesshomaru was nonchalantly looking for an escape route as he got the feeling they were going to need one.

“You’re a guy!” the elder Hardy repeated.

“I don’t swing that way!”

“What’s your point? So I kissed a couple of guys here, big deal! I kissed Sessh and he’s got a hot lil cutie for a wife. You should see her, she’s barely street legal.” Jakotsu grinned. “It’s not like we have to go steady now that you kissed me. Besides, I already have a boyfriend.”

Matt shook his head. “Dude... you slipped your tongue in my mouth...”

“You slipped your tongue in mine first,” Jakotsu said tartly. “And you grabbed my ass.”

“You grabbed my ass first!”

“You sure...?” Jakotsu said, tapping his finger against his cheek. “You were so busy groping my tonsils that I could have grabbed yours first... but I forget.” He smiled sweetly at the elder Hardy.

“You went after my tonsils first,” Matt said tersely.

Jakotsu thought it over. “It’s possible...” He shrugged. “But don’t worry, a lil tonsil tangoing and ass grabbing won’t give you gay kooties.” He smiled.

“Well, I don’t like being tricked.”

“But I didn’t trick you. All I did was ask you if you wanted a good luck kiss and you agreed.”

Matt sighed and pounded his fist into his opened palm in frustration. “I didn’t know you were a guy. Besides, did it ever occur to you that I might not like kissing another guy?”

Jakotsu frowned. “No... But lips have no gender; they’re the same whether they belong to a guy or a chick.”

Jeff, deciding to stick up for his brother before a fight breaks out, said, “Jak, is it?”

“Yeah...?” The cross-dresser turned his attention to the younger Hardy.

“How would you feel if you were kissing some hot guy, tongues and all, but then you found out it was a girl in disguise?”

Jakotsu paused to think it over. “Hmmm...” he said slowly. “I suppose I would be annoyed at first, but then I’d find it funny. I mean it’s not like I haven’t kissed a girl before. Besides, a lot of guys find me hot like this.”

“Yeah, well, my brother didn’t like being fooled, so please leave him alone, or else he’s going to be cranky and then he’ll drive me crazy.”

“Okay. All I wanted was a kiss. And since he was nice enough to make it extra special,” Jakotsu said as he winked at Jeff. “I’ll leave him alone.” He looked at Matt. “I’m sorry if you think I tricked you, but ummm...” Jakotsu smiled sweetly. “You really didn’t have to kiss me, you know.”

Matt smiled a little back at him. “Well, I wanted some good luck and I didn’t want to offend such a ‘pretty lady.’” His smile broadened into a grin. “This had better bring me good luck.”

Jakotsu playfully leaned towards him as if he were going to kiss him again. “Oh, I think it will.”

Sesshomaru pulled his friend away. “Jak, I think you’ve harassed these poor boys enough for one night.”

“Oh... How about one more? Please, Sessh? Maybe him?” The cross-dresser pointed over to where Edge was talking a few other wrestlers.

A little light bulb went off in Matt’s head when he saw where Jakotsu was pointing. “Hey, Jak. Want to make both me and my brother really happy?”

The elder Hardy grinned wickedly. “Would you mind helping us humiliate that guy?” He pointed at Edge.

“Okay...” Jakotsu said as he looked over at him and smiled sweetly. “What do you want me to do?”

“Get him to ask you out,” Matt said.

“And get him to kiss you too,” Jeff added.

“Okay...” Jakotsu said. Smiling, he walked over to Edge. “Hey, Sugar...”

Edge turned and peered over his sunglasses at the cross-dresser. “Hey there.”

Jakotsu smiled. “Do you have a match tonight?” he purred.

“Yeah? Who are you up against?”

Edge grinned smugly at him. “John Cena. I’m going to get the WWE Championship back.”

“Really? Hmmm...” Jakotsu frowned and daintily nibbled on a fingernail for a few seconds. “I ummm, gave him a good luck kiss before... I wonder if it’ll work if I give you one too, or if they’ll cancel each other out. I’m sorry; I had no idea he was up against you...”

The R rated superstar grinned as he cupped the cross-dresser’s cheek. “I’ve already got enough luck; in fact I make my own luck.”

“Yeah...?” Jakotsu gave him a suitably impressed look. “I bet you’ve kicked their butts,” he said as he looked over at the Hardys, who were standing there, talking to Sesshomaru, and back at Edge, “more times than you can remember, hunh?” The cross-dresser gave the R rated superstar an appraising look.

“I’ve beaten Matt in more matches than he’s beaten me and I’ve won more ladder matches than they have combined,” he said smugly.

“Really?” Jakotsu looked at him wide-eyed. “That’s sooo cool! Who else have you beaten?” He ran a finger down Edge’s chest. “You must have a ton of those nice shiny belts, hunh?” The cross-dresser licked his lips.

Edged grinned. “I’ve held almost all of them at one time or another,” he said proudly.

“Oooh... Can I see them?” Jakotsu purred.

“I... don’t have them all with me right now.”

The cross-dresser pouted. “Oh...” he said disappointedly. “I really wanted to see them too. I bet you look good in them.”

Edge’s grin broadened. “I hate to brag, but I do look good in them.”

“A guy as hot as you are doesn’t need to brag. I can see that just by looking at you. Have I told you you’re the hottest looking guy here?” Jakotsu said. He gave Edge his best seductive look.

The R rated superstar wobbled his eyebrows suggestively. “Well, you certainly have good eyes, don’t you?”

Jakotsu giggled. “And you have good everything else...”

The R rated superstar grinned broadly at him. “You sound like a woman who knows her men.”

The cross-dresser continued to giggle.

“So how about a kiss for the soon-to-be WWE champion?”

“Sure...” Jakotsu said softly, tilting his face up to kiss Edge. He whispered, “Good luck.” Licking his lips, the cross-dresser closed his eyes as the R rated superstar kissed him. Jakotsu let his hands wander, silently encouraging Edge to do the same.

Across the way, Sesshomaru nudged Matt Hardy. “I told you he’d get him to kiss him. Now all he needs to do is get a lil more action out of him,” he smirked.

The elder Hardy took out his camera phone and held it up. “Come on, Edge, grope his ass...”

As if he had heard him, Edge slid his hands down Jakotsu’s back towards his butt as he slipped the cross-dresser some tongue.

Jeff Hardy burst out laughing. “Tell me Edge isn’t doing the tonsil tango!!”

Sesshomaru said smugly, “He is if Jak is encouraging him.”

The rainbow haired warrior laughed.

Matt ignored them as he watched the cross-dresser seduce Edge. “Come on, Edge...” he said softly to himself. “A little lower...that’s it... grab his ass...” He took their picture. “Got it!!” Matt said happily as he looked at his phone.

Jeff looked at it and laughed. “I wonder how long it’s going to take him to figure it out. Or should we go over and drop the bomb while he’s still kissing Jak?”

“Don’t know.” Sesshomaru shrugged.

“Nah, let’s wait until he asks Jak out on a date.” Matt chuckled.

Sesshomaru laughed. “Great idea!!”

They watched as Jakotsu broke the kiss.

“You’re a really good kisser...” the cross-dresser purred. “I bet you’re really good at other things too...” Jakotsu playfully kissed Edge’s chin.

Edge chuckled. “Well, yeah, I am,” he said smugly.

“Yeah? I’d love for you to show me sometime.”

“How about you and I go out for dinner after the show and then I can show you?” Edge asked, giving Jakotsu a forty watt smile.

“I’d love to have dinner with you.”

“Bingo!!” Sesshomaru said as both Hardys burst out laughing.

Jakotsu giggled and, looking over at his friend and the Hardys, he asked, “Why are they laughing at us?”

Edge followed his gaze and frowned. He muttered something under his breath about “those idiot Hardys” as he dragged the cross-dresser over to them. “And just what are you laughing at?”

“You...” Sesshomaru smirked. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Edge...” Jeff snickered.

“We’re sorry to inform you but...” Matt said, his face contorting from the laughter he was holding back.

“What...?” the R rated superstar said slowly as he looked at them all like they were certifiably nuts.

“You’ve just been punk’d!!” the Hardys said in unison.

“Jak’s a guy,” Sesshomaru said between laughs.

Surprisingly, Edged laughed as well. “No way!! I know the difference between a guy and girl and this is definitely a girl,” he said as he put an arm around Jakotsu.

Jeff fought to get himself under control; while his older brother laughed so hard, he was practically rolling on the floor. “Show him, Jak!” the younger Hardy barked before he gave into his laughter.  

Jakotsu looked up at Edge and smiled sweetly. Taking his free hand, Jakotsu placed it on his crotch. He squeezed Edge’s hand over it, so that the R rated superstar got a good feel of his goods. “How many girls do you know who are packing one of these?” he purred. Smiling smugly, he quickly pulled Edge’s hand away.

“Pwned!!” Sesshomaru laughed at the expression on Edge’s face. The R rated Superstar went pale in shock as it all sank in. His “Bambi caught in the headlights” expression quickly morphed into one of angry panic.

“You’re a dead man, Hardy!” he said as he pointed a finger at Jeff, who stood there, silently shaking with laughter.

Sesshomaru stepped between them. “Hey, you’re the idiot who kissed him, not Jeff. He knew right from the start Jak was a guy.”

“Yup.” The cross-dresser nodded. “Oh, and uh... Edge, I meant what I said when I said you’re a good kisser.”

“Son of a bitch! I hate you all!” Edge glared at them, before storming off as they all laughed.

“Bye, Edge!” Jakotsu waved at his retreating form and blew a kiss at him for good measure. “Don’t forget we have a date tonight!!”

Sesshomaru wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes as he suddenly sobered up. “I don’t think either Edge or Ban will be happy about that.”

Jakotsu giggled and waved his hand dismissively at his friend. “Ban knows we’re just having fun. Besides, Edge didn’t say I couldn’t bring Ban.” He laughed.

Matt chuckled. “You have just totally made my night, Jak.”

The cross-dresser smiled. “Yeah? Does this make up for the tongue I slipped you?” he said cheekily.

“Above and beyond.” The elder Hardy grinned.

“Oh good. For a minute there I thought you were gonna kick my ass for sure.” Jakotsu grinned back at him.

“Now the question is,” Jeff said as he patted Jakotsu on the back. “What can we do to make it up to you?”

Jakotsu blinked in confusion. “What do you mean ‘make it up to me’?”

“Well, you did something for us, so it’s only right we should do something for you.”

“Oh, ummm... I don’t know...” Jakotsu trailed off helplessly.

“Come on, Jak, there’s got to be something we can do for you,” the elder Hardy said.

“Well, I don’t know right now. Let me think about it for the rest of the night.”

“Okay, that works for me.” Jeff turned towards his brother. “It work for you, Matt?”

The elder Hardy nodded. “Just let us know, okay?”

“Will do...” Jakotsu trailed off when he noticed Bankotsu was standing a few feet away talking to two wrestlers who towered over his slight five foot three inch frame. He looked at the Hardys and smiled. “Hey, you guys, want to meet my sweetie?” He waved, trying to get Bankotsu’s attention.

“So you’re the manager of the band?” The Undertaker asked.

“Yeah. So you like Youkai?”

“Never heard of you ‘til we heard a few tracks on the radio,” the Deadman’s younger brother, Kane, replied.

“Well, Youkai wasn’t that popular back in the States,” Bankotsu said.

The Undertaker nodded. “Not our thing, we like it a bit heavier.”

“Like the name though, ‘Youkai’ is demon, isn’t it?” Kane added.

Bankotsu grinned. “Heavier, hunh?”

“Yes, Kane-san,” Bankotsu addressed the younger of the two brothers of destruction. “The lead guitarist, Nishi Sesshomaru or as you would say, Sesshomaru Nishi, is a huge anime fan and he heard the word on some show he was watching and liked the sound of it. I suppose it could have been worse, they could have called the band something stupid like ‘Kawaii.’” He rolled his eyes.

The Undertaker quirked an eyebrow and said, “Kawaii?”

The brothers of Destruction also rolled their eyes. “Definitely worse,” The Undertaker said.

“Hell yeah,” Bankotsu said. He waved discretely back at Jakotsu who had been waving at him, trying to get his attention. 

“Is that your girlfriend?” Kane asked.

The Undertaker snorted derisively. “Don’t be stupid, Kane,” he reproved. “That’s a guy.”

“Uh... in a manner of speaking, yes.” Bankotsu sighed. He looked over at the Phemon, a very impressed expression on his face. “You could tell he’s a he? Most people see him dressed up like that and think he’s a girl.”

The Undertaker frowned. “Meh. His make-up was too over-done to be a girl.”

Bankotsu chuckled. “Yeah, he can be a bit of a cake-face at times.” He looked over at Jakotsu, who had left the Hardys to go get ready for their upcoming match, to come over to his boyfriend. Sesshomaru also decided to see if his wife had arrived with the rest of band’s wives and families. As Jakotsu approached, he said, “What do you want?”

 “Nothing....” the cross-dresser said airily. “Who you talking to?”

“This is the Undertaker and his brother, Kane. Guys, this is my girlfriend, Jaki.”

“Hi,” the Undertaker said.

“Hi,” his brother Kane repeated.

Jakotsu smiled. “Hey there. Are you two in a match tonight?”

“Jak, don’t...” Bankotsu whispered warningly.

“Yeah. We are, why?” The Undertaker replied.

“Want a good luck kiss?” the cross-dresser said saucily.

“Fair enough. I don’t want to make trouble for your wife.” Jakotsu turned to Kane and asked impishly, “What about you? I promise not to slip you any tongue.”

“I wouldn’t kiss you even if you were a girl.”

Bankotsu, missing the faint upwards twitch of the Phemon’s lips in amusement at Jakotsu’s ballsy audacity, rubbed his forehead tiredly. Sweetness, you’re going to get your ass kicked if you’re lucky; if not then you’re dead meat...

The cross-dresser blinked in surprise. “Why not...?” he said and there was no missing the hurt in his voice.

“I don’t go for women with toothpick bodies,” Kane deadpanned.

“Oh, okay,” Jakotsu said, sounding much happier.

“Ban,” The Undertaker said, quickly changing the subject. “Do you know anything about Renkotsu custom bikes?”

“That’s my friend Sui’s sweetie!” The cross-dresser giggled.

“Sweetie?” Kane said, quirking his eyebrow at the giggling cross-dresser.

Bankotsu heaved a long suffering sigh. “Ren is very good at what he does, if that’s any help.”

The Undertaker nodded.

“Sui’s been kissing and telling you stuff too, hunh?”

“That’s not what I meant, Jak...”

“No?” The cross-dresser smiled impishly at his boyfriend.

Ignoring Jakotsu, the Phemon said, “Do you know how I can get in touch with him? I’d like to see his bikes as I was thinking of getting a new one.”

“Yeah, sure. Let me give you his number.” Bankotsu pulled out his wallet and removed a business card. Flipping it over, he scribbled the number for Renkotu’s shop on the back and handed it to him.

“Thanks.” The Undertaker looked at the card, and tucked it into his pants’ pocket.

“Tell him you’re a friend of mine and I said to give you a discount,” Jakotsu said.

“You can’t have him say that,” Bankotsu said softly to his boyfriend.

“Yes, I can, because whatever Ren will lose money-wise in the beginning will more than be made up for in the free publicity,” Jakotsu said matter-of-factly. “After all, I’ve heard The Undertaker is pretty famous around here.”

Bankotsu nodded. “Yeah... Perhaps you’re right,” he said as if this was a totally alien concept to him. “Tell him you know us, and if he has any questions to call me.”

“If you like Ban so much, why are you running around kissing everyone...?” Kane asked.

Jakotsu blinked, completely taken aback by the question. “Uh...”

Bankotsu also looked at him questioningly and the cross-dresser felt a moment of fear. He jumped when The Undertaker said, “Good question.”

“I ummm...” Jakotsu started to panic especially when Bankotsu’s expectant expression started looking more and more hurt. “Ummm...”

Kane chuckled. “Uh oh, looks like somebody is in trouble.”

The cross-dresser briefly glared at him. Looking at Bankotsu, he was desperately trying to come up with something to say that would smooth things over and make his boyfriend feel better, but his mind blanked out. He was in a total panic over having messed things up with Bankotsu and all he could think of was fleeing the situation. As luck would have it, he spotted Jeff Hardy.

“Excuse me!” Jakotsu said as he teetered off after Jeff Hardy, leaving his boyfriend and the brothers of destruction behind. “Hey, Jeff!!” He hurried over to him. “I was thinking over what you had said about ‘owing me one.’ Well, I was wondering if you and your brother could get me out there to commentate during Edge’s match. I think it would be fun to watch him ringside.”

Jeff Hardy laughed as he thought it over. “Really? Well, I’ll see if I can find Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler, they’re the usual commentators.”

The cross-dresser smiled. “Thanks! Should I wait here for you, or come with?”

“Okay!” Jakotsu giggled as they headed towards JR and Jerry’s office.

As they walked along, Jeff said, “Hey, if they do let you commentate with them, you’ll be the three “J’s; Jerry, Jim and Jak.”

The cross-dresser giggled again. “I hadn’t thought of that. Hey, why don’t you come join us and we’ll be the four J’s?”

“I suppose I could since it’s after my match, and I’m going to be fighting Edge next week.”

“Great! I won’t feel so nervous out there as long as I know someone. Thanks, Jeff.”

“You’re welcome. Come on, I think Jerry and Jim are in one of the offices down this way.” They headed down a long corridor. Once there, Jeff knocked on the door and they waited for someone to answer.

“Come in!” Jerry Lawler called out. He and JR were sitting at the conference table, going over the night’s line up for Raw. They were also going over any little planned “surprises” that could occur to make sure they didn’t get in anyone’s way should the action spill out from the ring onto the floor.

Jeff opened the door and they walked in. “Hey y’all!”

Jerry looked up. “Hey, Jeff!” He grinned at Jakotsu. “Who’s the lil lady?”

Jakotsu daintily waved his fingers at him.

“This is Jaki and... she...” Jeff grinned. “...was wondering if she could be on commentary with you.”

“Hi...” the cross-dresser said shyly.

Jerry looked Jakotsu up and down and smiled. “Sure... we’d love to have a pretty lil thing like you up there with us.”

“She’s taken a liking to Edge,” Jeff added.

Jakotsu nodded. “He asked me out to dinner tonight after the show, so I wanted to show him my support by being as close to him as possible during his match.”

“Well, it sounds like a good idea to me, Jerry,” Jim Ross said as he stood up to greet Jakotsu.

“Thank you!” The cross-dresser went over to Jim and kissed him chastely on the cheek. “But please don’t tell Edge, I want to surprise him.” Jakotsu batted his eyelashes like a coquette.

Jim grinned. “You&