Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the WWE, wrestling in general nor the MMA written in this story.
Warning: Adult themes, violence, slash (men on men), might have some dark themes.
A/N: This story idea was sent to me by Sadisticaly Arousing RKO JC WB. I hope you like it.
Of Obsession And Love
It was a dark, cold and rainy morning for a semi-small gathering of mourners around a grave waiting to say one last goodbye to their team-mate, friend and husband.
Their fallen friend was Alex Riley Heyman, age 27. He played his dream, football for the Florida Dolphins. They had been in the championship game when the accident had a cured. He'd been tackled during the game and the head injury was so serious that he fell into a coma and never woke up.
Mizanne Heyman, who was 25, had been Alex's husband for a few years. He'd been watching the game from the stadium seats when the accident happened and hadn't left Alex's side once. Miz knew he was extremely depressed and didn't know how long he could live without his Alex.
Through his tears he half listened to the eulogy and small speeches some of the team mates gave. After the casket was buried he couldn't even remember the ones that had given him their condolences. With a heavy heart, tears and rain burning his eyes, he walked slowly to where the car was. He looked up and saw two people he least neither expected nor wanted to see.
These two people had stayed by their black Cadillac throughout the ceremony. The older one looked on coldly, condescending and uncaring. The younger one looked bored and glared menacingly at others whom dared look their way.
Miz felt his heart harden as he walked towards them. "Paul, Brock, what the hell are you doing here? He was your youngest and you disowned him when he didn't become a wrestler or a MMA fighter. He did what his dream was and that was to play football that he loved. You never came to a game nor did you come to our wedding. You couldn't even be bothered to come see him after the accident while he was in the hospital. You have your publicity, leave no one wants you here," with that said he walked away without looking back and got in his car driving away.
"That little…," Brock started to say but Paul interrupted him. "It doesn't matter, Brock. He's right, we got our publicity."
Paul Heyman was a businessman. He had owned a wrestling company ECW. Due to unfortunate incidents the company went under, but Paul had a deal with another company that was under way. Brock Lesnar Heyman was Paul's oldest son and his pride and joy. He was 34 years old and an MMA fighter.
A few hours later, Miz, in a zombie liked state walked into his and Alex's apartment. Not even thinking he walked into their bedroom, pulled out the lockbox from under their bed and opened it. He then pulled out the gun, loaded it and shot himself.
Miles away in Connecticut
"Oh….god...Ran..please more," John Cena McMahon, age 30, half whined and half moaned out. He was now in his house on his bed writhing and moaning under his lover of five-years, Randy Orton, also age 30. Randy chuckled above him as he put another finger slowly into John's hole scissoring his fingers to stretch him. "But John you look so delicious begging me," Randy drawled out. John groaned loudly, "Fuuucckk... right there…more." Randy smirked pulled his fingers out, lined himself with John's hole and slammed in all at once causing both men to moan in ecstasy.
Randy couldn't wait for John to adjust and started immediately pounding into him, hitting his prostate the first time. John arched into Randy and pushing against his thrusting. Randy moaned at this action and leant down to capture John's lips in a harsh kiss. Knowing that neither was going to last much longer, Randy moved his hand to John's throbbing member and started stroking in time with his thrusts without breaking the kiss.
A couple of strokes later John let out a muffled moan and came all over Randy's hand. Randy not far behind came filling John with his seed. Needing air, Randy broke the kiss and gently pulled out of John still staring into John's blue eyes. John let out a shuddering breath and whispered, "I love you." Randy returned that with a smile just for John saying, "I love you too."
After laying next to each other for a while, John said, "We better get up. I have a meeting with dad soon." Randy nodded and they both got up to shower and dress together.
John's dad was Vince McMahon, whom owned the WWE Wrestling which Randy and John worked for. They had worked for John's dad the last five years along with John's two older brothers and older sister.
John's siblings were Mark Calloway McMahon, age 38, Hunter Helmsley McMahon, age 36, and Stephanie Marie McMahon, age 33. They all worked for their dad in some capacity.
After Randy and John showering, they got dressed and left for the meeting with Mr. McMahon.
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