(Warning this is not fluffy, happy Centon smut. This is a tad dark and dirty. If it's not your thing don't read. If it is enjoy and review. :)

"Mine's bigger than yours." John grinned at his lover Randy as he flexed his muscles.

Randy turned and looked at John with a raised eyebrow that would rival The Rock's. "Is that so?"

John grinned and nodded his head enthusiastically, his dimples popping. "Much bigger." He beamed. He lived to aggravate his lover. It made for some of the hottest, wildest sex he had ever had his entire life. Although right now they were standing in an arena hallway, right down from the locker room so sex was out of the question. John could not resist getting a few digs in, knowing the more he taunted him the harder he would give it to him later in their hotel room.

Randy eyed John, licking his bottom lip. "I'm going to take a shower." He growled, turning on his heels to head to the locker room showers.

"Awe, Ran, don't be like that! I'm only messing with you!" John called. "You know, size doesn't matter to me!" A few wrestlers passing by snickered at John's comments.

"Yeah, Orton. Don't worry." Miz called,ever the smartass as he and Cody came behind John. "You know John will ride any cock big or small!" Cody started to laugh then quickly stopped as Randy turned back to face them, his hands on the locker room door.

"Excuse me." Randy said in his low, menacing voice, his fists balling up in barely contained fury. He had his head cocked to the side, his steely blue eyes narrowed, his tongue licking over his bottom lip yet again. The atmosphere in the hallway went from teasing and lighthearted to tense in a matter of seconds.

Cody's eyes widened and he slowly backed away, letting Miz face the Viper's wrath alone. John knew the look in Randy's eyes all too well. They had crossed a line. Ever the peacemaker John ran the short distance to Randy. "I'm sure Mike didn't mean anything by it, Ran. He was only playing."

Randy smirked at Miz as he realized his boyfriend had abandoned him. "Looks like you lost your shadow." Miz turned to see Cody gone and took off to escape the uneasy situation. Randy's smirk faded into a frown and he stalked into the locker room, John right behind him.

"I'd never do that shit to you." John told Randy, trying to appease him.

Randy gave John one of his signature half smiles. He took his time removing his trunks from his long, tanned legs. John eyed Randy and enjoyed the view from his place sitting on a bench. Randy leered at John as he tossed his trunks in to John's lap.

"What did you give me these for?" John crinkled his nose as he held up the sweaty ring gear.

"Smell them." Randy ordered, his hands on his naked hips.

John laughed, holding the trunks out. "What are you on, Ran? You smell them."

"I don't need to smell them." Randy deadpanned, his voice deadly serious. "I already know what they smell like."

"Oh yeah and what's that?" John laughed. "Sweat? Balls?" He threw the trunks down on the floor in front of Randy.

Randy nodded, not cracking a smile. "All that. And you know why? Because that's what a real man smells like. Mike probably smells like vanilla from Bath and Body Works or

some shit." He sneered.

John busted out laughing, his blue eyes sparkling in fun. The more serious Randy grew the more amused he was.

"I'm glad you find me so amusing." Randy growled as he pulled on a pair of jeans, going commando. "Fuck the shower. Why waste perfectly good water. We're going to get dirty again anyway."

John laughed all the time they packed up their gear and headed out for the rental. Randy was silent the entire ride back to the hotel. "Oh, come on, Ran. I was only joking." He reached over to caress the Viper's clenched jaw. "Stop taking everything so personal. You know how I love to tease."

"I'm in one of those moods tonight, Johnny." Randy whispered, his voice low and predatory as he eyed the road. They did not have another show for two days so they had planned staying in the city and spending some time together. John now realized that the entire free day would consist of them holed up in their hotel room while he recovered from whatever sexual tortures Randy decided to unleash on him tonight.

"Okay, Baby." He whispered back, dropping his hand from Randy's cheek. He looked out the window, his mood no longer goofy but apprehensive.

XXXXXX

Once they reached the hotel John watched while Randy sorted through their bags. His demeanor had been cool, detached, scary and sexy as hell to John. Randy finally looked over at John. "Can't wait to fuck you, Baby." The words came out sounding more like a warning than a declaration of lust to John.

John gulped. "I'm counting the minutes, Daddy."

Randy gave John a bone chilling smile and walked into the bathroom. John let out a sigh he had been holding as Randy disappeared. His stomach churned with dread at what toys Randy might bring into their play tonight. His whip? His belt? The more sadistic toys? He shuddered as he heard Randy finish up and leave the bathroom, eying him from the doorway as naked as the day he was born.

"Size doesn't matter my ass." John mumbled, eying Randy from the bed. He backed up on the bed to escape the Viper's wrath until his back was pressed against the headboard.

Randy chuckled in that way that sent cold chills down John's spine. "Where do you think you're going, Johnny?" He advanced on him until he was looming over the smaller man, his tanned body coiled and ready to strike at any moment. John whimpered and the pitiful sounds sent more heat through Randy's already turned on body. "Don't do that, Johnny. You know your cries only make me hotter."

John's blue eyes darted around the room in panic, searching for Randy's little black bag. "Don't worry, Baby." Randy soothed in a mocking tone as he read his lover's mind. "It's over in the corner. I've got it here with me."

"Please, Daddy." John begged, his puppy eyes out in full force. "Not the bag tonight. I'll let you use anything that's in it next time. Okay?

Lust passion and something...scary filled Randy's steely blue eyes. "Johnny is that what you think of me? That you can talk me out of my fun so easily...with those eyes? Well, I'm going to play and fuck you hard tonight and just because you tried to pull that shit I'm going to fuck you twice as hard tomorrow night."

John's eyes widened and his chest heaved. "You can't be serious!" He sputtered.

"Oh, I'm deadly serious." Randy walked over to the fridge where he had a bottle of Jack waiting. "Better drink up, Baby. You're going to need it."

About a half hour later both men had had drinks and Randy went back into the bathroom to get into the right mindset to dominate John. John walked over to pull out the dreaded black bag as he waited, figuring facing his fears beforehand may help later. Randy was forever collecting new toys if you could call them toys. Toys brought fun not pain and screams. But he had to hand it to his lover, after the pained screams were over Randy could make him scream again in pleasure.

Pain comes before pleasure. That had been Randy's motto since day one. Teeth chattering chills swept John as he thought over what horrors could lay ahead of him. This was John's cross to bear, the price of choosing to be with a man like Randy. He did it in the name of love. "I love him. This is for him." He chanted softly to himself in the empty room. It was his way of reminding himself why he stayed, why he allowed himself to be brutalized in such ways. He loved Randy with all his heart. Randy needed an outlet for the darkness inside him. A calm washed over him as John heard Randy flush the toilet and leave the bathroom. He was there. It was time to begin.

"Give me your hands." John held out his wrists at the order, trying not to shake as Randy pulled a thin nylon rope from his bag. A rope John was very familiar with. A rope that held traces of his own blood. The things he did for love was unexplainable.

Randy smirked coldly as he wrapped the rope around John's wrists. "Chin up, Cena. A little pain never hurt anybody." There was no trace of John's caring boyfriend now. The Viper was all coldness, sex, and pure malice. "On your knees." He ordered, giving John's bonds one parting tug to test them.

John closed his eyes as his body shook. He slowly lowered to his knees as his mind almost shut down from fear. I love him. I love him.

It was starting.

(Part 2 coming soon.)