Title: His Pets

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Pair(s): Chris Jericho/Randy Orton (sub)/CM Punk (sub)

Summary: Based off of Raw 5-21-12. Since Chris is the best in the world at all that he does, what does he need Phil and Randy for?

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.

Warning: Slash

Dedication: This is for LadyDragonsblood. I haven't quite worked up the nerve to try a Chris/Adam story yet, but that day will come! So, until then, here's more Chris for you…

Part: 1/? – Introduction

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"I'd like to fuckin' tell that bastard where he can shove his 'best in the world' shit." Randy shifted to make himself more comfortable on the lower half of Phil's body. "I mean, c'mon, three Codebreakers? Who shoved the rod up his ass?"

Gently, Phil worked the tension out of Randy's face. "He's just ticked because he didn't win the title at Over The Limit. I'm sure that he didn't mean to hurt you, Ran. So don't fuss over it too much –,"

Phil was cut off by the not-so-subtle slam of the door to their locker room. The Second City Saint almost jumped out of his skin. While Phil was by no means weak, he was often considered the more submissive when compared to Randy. In fact, there was really no reason for Randy to be considered submissive at all. If it was anyone other than Chris, Randy would most likely kill them for allowing the idea that they could dominate him cross their mind. Slowly, Randy sat forward and touched Phil's shoulder in comfort. Immediately, Phil relaxed. Only Randy knew about Phil's secret love to be touched and caressed. Not even Chris knew about his secret desire to cuddle.

Chris stood on the other side of the room, the door now closed behind him. When he saw the still-startled look in Phil's wide olive eyes, he smirked. Now, Chris was by no means an abusive master. He took excellent care of both of his boys, and both had every chance to leave if they wanted to. But the love between them was mutual. It hadn't been at first, true… but that was a different story. Chris had found them, taken them in, and loved them. That was more than they could say about their last boyfriends. And, most of the time, they all loved the way their life worked. Of course, that was until Chris pulled off an upset that awakened a hurricane of emotion in Randy.

Randy did have the uncanny ability to sound a lot like a snake when he hissed. "Fuck off, Chris. If it weren't for the fact that I most likely have a concussion, I would so walk over there and kick your flashy ass."

"You wound me, Randal." Chris mocked him sarcastically. "But, believe it or not, I'm not here to talk to you. I'm here to talk to the little slut."

When Chris' cold blue eyes fell on Phil, the smallest man's eyes widened pathetically. "Me?"

"Did I not tell you to stay away from AJ? Did I not warn you that she's a fuckin' mentally unstable wreck?" In the time it took to say those words, Chris had crossed the distance between them and had taken Phil by the root of his hair. "She's back by the Divas Lover Room, tellin' them stories about how much you love her."

"You don't understand, Chris." Phil tried to defend himself.

"Then make me understand. Give me one reason why I shouldn't end that sorry kid's delusion now. Or, better yet," Chris smirked evilly now. "I should let her have you. She's had her hands all over you. You're second hand merchandise now."

Tears started to brew in the ravenette's eyes. "I'm sorry, Chris. I didn't intend to make you mad. Really. Please, don't leave me. I don't even like her. She unnerves me. And I tried to send her away, but she wouldn't listen."

Chris narrowed his cold blue eyes at the small man. "I don't believe you."

Phil wasn't sure what to do. Chris had never been so blatantly cruel before. The only time that he had ever come close was when Phil had left him in the middle of their feud and Chris had almost drunk himself into a coma. When Randy had found him, he had refused the taller man's assistance. All he wanted to do was sit there and die, married to his bottle. 'The way it should be' were his exact words. But now, Phil could tell that Chris wasn't drunk. When the blond man had had even one frothing can of beer, his eyes would haze over and, given the correct circumstances, he would be horny as hell. None of that was applicable now.

When Phil's olive eyes flickered up to Chris, he knew that he had been silent for too much time. Chris had taken his silence as an admission to guilt. The blond reached for his left hand, and when Phil realized what he was after, he shook his head violently and tried to resist. However, tonight Chris was a little bit stronger. He took the thin gold band off of Phil's finger, Phil trying his best to fight back. Then, it was gone. Chris had taken back his sign of ownership. A hole started to form in Phil's chest, one that wouldn't be filled by all of the treasures in the world. He had disappointed his master, and now his master didn't want him anymore…

Before Chris could kick him out of their shared locker room as well, Phil climbed off of the couch and ran. He didn't think that he could suffer another rejection. He rushed out so fast that he didn't see the look of anguish on Chris' face. This hurt him almost as much as it did them, if not more. They were his babies, and he had devoted the last six years of his life to them. He would even go so far as to say that they were his life. He wasn't exactly sure as to what he was to do without them. But this was what had to be done. It's not like he had a choice in the matter. And, at least this way, it was a clean break. But clean breaks hurt worst of all.

Chris reached out to take Randy's wrist, but Randy beat him to it. "Don't touch me! I'm a grown fuckin' man; I can take a damn ring off by myself."

Once Randy had the gold ring off of his finger, which was almost identical to Phil's, he threw it on the ground at Chris' feet. The ultimate show of disrespect. For a minute, Chris just stared at it. It rolled around the floor in small circles, before it fell down on its side with a small trill as the metal vibrated. In that moment, Chris and Randy's eyes met. Chris could read the hurt, confusion, and betrayal that all resided there. Randy wasn't as comfortable with showing his emotions as Phil was, but Chris knew him so well that he could read him like a book. And the Viper was about to come unhinged.

And then, Randy kicked him in the stomach harshly. Chris fell to the floor beside the fallen ring. "That was for Phil."

And, with that, the only two people that Chris had ever really loved, who had loved him in turn, walked out of his life forever…

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