Hey! I don't know if this is going to be a one shot or a chapter fic yet. Im still contemplating. If I decide to make it a chapter fic, I promise a lot of angst and some Miz/Orton loving. Anyways, this fic is kind of graphic so im warning you now. And in this chapter Randy is evil and a rapist XD

Pairing - Miz/Orton

Warning - Rape, Slash!

Words - 1,395

Are you not amazed this is not a song fic? I am hehe

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Randy Orton downed another shot, his eyes never leaving the man he had been infatuated with for months now. Tonight he was determined to get what he wanted weather the man wanted it or not. The man in question was tan, his hair a bark brown, his eyes a deep blue that danced in the light. This man was completely and utterly awesome, this man was Mike Mizanin. The club was dark, thick smoke hung low in the air, music boomed in every direction. The bar was full, along with all the table around the bar, people eating and drinking, hanging out. Then there was the dance floor, seemingly hundreds of nameless bodies, grinding against each other.

Randy's eyes saw through all the people to Mike. He downed another shot, smirking as the man so innocently danced around with his friends, a drink pressed to his lips. Randy was far from being intoxicated, he handled his liquor well. Mike was the one on the verge of being drunk and in just a few more drinks; he would be and Randy would make his move on his unsuspecting prey. The Viper was known as being the most ruthless superstar their was or ever had been. The man was truly like the snake he was named after, cold and merciless on the surface and even deeper. Only the people who had wormed their way into his heart could ever stand around with him and feel safe. But even so, Randy had no problem snapping at them, he simply couldn't hurt those few people he loved.

Randy paid for his drink, a smirk in place as he watched Mike stumble back to the bathrooms; alone. This was Randy's chance. He stood and made his way back to the bathroom in the shadows of the club. The bathroom was dirty, dark and dull, not many people ever dared venture in here, only some drunken idiot and a drug dealer talking to him. As soon as the viper entered the room, his eyes landing on them and a sneer controlling his face, they both could not get out of the room fast enough. That left only him and the tipsy beauty that was Mike Mizanin, standing in front of the mirror and looking at his face.

Randy took another look around the bathroom. The walls a dingy blue, the floor black it was so dirty, amazingly it was originally supposed to be white. Spider webs hung in every corner, the makers of them waiting for their next meal to fly by. The window was broken in several places, the walls covered with profanity and promises of forever. The sink was a place not many would dare touch, not knowing what kind of bacteria and disease clung to the counter top and knobs of the water. Randy had to wonder if the owner even gave a fuck about the condition of his establishment, by the looks of it, he didn't or he was dead as hell and there was no one to take over caring for the place.

Randy's eyes snapped back to Mike. The man had turned to him, his eyes unfocused as they stared him down.

"Whadua want Ortion." Mike slurred at him, his body swaying dangerously.

Randy grinned evilly, swiftly making his way over to Mike, only inches from his face.

"You." His answer was dark and ominous as he quickly spun Mike and shoved him against the wall. The smaller man struggled, squeaking and struggling to get away. Mike being drunk, only got that first off, someone was over powering him and trying to hurt him maybe and that he was pressed up against the disgusting wall of the bathroom he had not wanted to step foot into in the first place.

"Help! Rape! Someone!" Mike screamed as hard as he could up until Randy covered his mouth with his hand. Mike was determined not to let this happen, he bit down on Randy's hand hard, drawling blood. The large man behind him hissed and yanked his hand away. Seconds later he felt Randy's fist come down hard on the back of his head, knocking his head into the germ infested wall of the bathroom before the hand found his way back to covering his mouth.

"You scream or bite me one for fucking time, i'll make sure this is alot worse on you." He spat venomously as he tore his pants down. Mike whimpered, his head throbbing as tears welled up in his eyes. That had hurt like hell and he couldn't see straight. He was suddenly much more sober then he had been seconds ago. "R-Randy please." Mike swallowed hard as he felt another hand snake into his own pants, roughly taking his soft member in callused hands.

Randy ignored his pleas, jerking the soft shaft before pulling Mike's pants down, ripping his boxers away. Randy pulled back a bit, grinning down at Mike's half naked form. "Imma take my hand away, and if you scream again...Ill kill you." He hissed into Mike's ear. The hair on back of Mike's neck stood up and he nodded, he really believed that Randy would murder him if he screamed anymore. That is why when Randy positioned himself to Mike's hole the man said nothing. Even when Randy harshly thrust into the virgin tight hole, no lubricant, not prep, nothing. Mike just gasped and covered his own mouth, crying silently as he preyed for someone to come in and help him.

It was hard for Mike not to scream and beg, this was his first time with a man. He had been trying to save it for his lover John Morrison but he hadn't gotten to do that, Randy was taking that from him and it hurt, it broke his head, that hurt him more than having Randy's huge cock brutally shoved deep inside him. It was warm in the club but Mike felt cold right down to his core. Randy was raping him, Randy Orton, a man he worked with was taking his first time by force. Mike felt warm liquid running down his legs. Randy had yet to come so what was that? Blood.

Randy was ruthless, slamming in and out of the smaller man, not caring about how he cried and whispered, begging quietly. Mike was being ignored completely, all Randy was paying attention to was the night passage he was pounding in and out of with no regard for Mike once so ever. Mike was pressed flush to the wall, his tears streaking his face as Randy took what he wanted. Every time Randy slapped his ass, every time Randy pounded into him, every time Randy groaned or grunted, Mike felt like a little part of him was dying.

Mike could feel himself tearing, just like he could feel Randy's hands all over him, groping and touching him in places he had never let any other man touch. He hated it. He despised the way Randy's hand gripped his cock, jerking it along with his merciless thrusts. But it did no good, Mike was not hard, he was soft as ever and only in pain. Clear hot tears trailed down his cheeks to meet with the blood from his lip which he had bitten through to drop off his chin and onto the dirty floor.

With one last, final roar; Randy thrust into Mike, cumming deep inside of him and filling him to the brim. Mike Just sobbed once more, his body shuddering as Randy's sperm exploded inside of him. The large man pulled out, letting Mike fall to the floor in a battered heap of blood, sperm and tears. Orton cleaned himself up, putting his clothes right before bending down to Mike's face.

"You tell ANYONE about this, and I'll see to it that it happens again but next time, you wont live to snitch." His hissed venomously. Mike choked on one of his chest rattling sobs but nodded, listening as Randy's shoes tapped the floor, leading him out of the bathroom as if he had not just violated his fellow superstar and left him all alone in his misery.