001. Ted DiBiase Jr. was warned so, so many times. A million times, if he could recall. There was a consistent family trait of always falling head over heels for some accursed beauty with the last name Rhodes. Instead of his fathers outrageous lust for Dusty, the young Ted was chasing Cody - who was just as bad. The Rhodes did not fall in love - love was strictly a business agreement to them. It was a foolish game to try and play. Their family could have gone bankrupt playing it - and they would have too, if not for commonsense. With a heavy heart, Ted flops down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. This wasn't going to be easy.
002. Every move he made in the ring, every second muscles grinded against heavily tanned skin in the slightest way, any little movement… It solidified the fact that Randy Orton was so intensely perfect. The Legend Killer pose could make Michael Cole shut up instantly at the announce table.
The broadcaster's heart skips a bit, and his knees begin to weaken as he attempts to maintain this aura of self confidence, attitude, and sexual prowess while he strolls up to The Viper after another Raw and pulls the much taller man into his arms as he turns to see him. Orton's muscular body feels so perfect pressed against his, albeit, less appealing frame. Letting his soft side show wasn't something Orton liked to do, but his sharp cheeks blush at the words spoken to him, tossing his head gently as he floats in the little world between love and public embarrassment. He loved Cole, needed him as much as he was needed himself. They completed each other.
003. Ted promises Cody that he will never let him go. The beautiful poetry DiBiase speaks has Cody rolling his eyes - he has heard every line before. He knows that Ted's words are true - he was everything he dreamed of. Money could buy Cody quite easily, but he wanted him willingly, to be there out of love. Ted rolls over, caressing the jet black hair of his desire, wrapping his other arm around his body and pulling him in close…. DiBiase is warned that cuddling costs extra.
004. Cole prays for some type of miracle at this point. Dave Batista was nothing that he could put up a fight against: standing at a meager 5''9, and weighing over two hundred pounds of beer and pizza was not going to make a fair fight against a towering bodybuilder. He couldn't fight Batista - but he just had to have Randy Orton for himself. He was at the point of laying in his hotel room, drinking his glass of whisky and not knowing if it was day or night: so lost in the idea of being with The Viper.
005. "I don't know how to dance…" Orton's voice is between a mumble and a growl.
Cole moves, with all the expertise his trophies had to attest for. Randy knows his dance moves are that of a seizure patient. The broadcaster goes through his repertoire of moves with DiBiase while Orton's comfort zone resides at standing next to the bar, ordering drinks and getting Cody drunk out of his slutty little mind. He begins to order another shot for Ted when his arms, comfortably crossed against his chest, are yanked from his body and he was tripping over Michael's leather loafers on the dance floor.
006. The very second Randy Orton's lips touched Michael Cole's he knew that it was worth it. He was instinctive about who he ultimately would commit himself to, and this one had not come with a fight… Not that he had to fight for anyone he wanted, although Cody was a bit difficult, he had secured him and DiBiase for years. Regardless of how bad the first kiss was, Cole was truly in love with him. Inexperience was something Orton liked, although it came with a bit of slobber and aimlessness. Cole's heart fluttered when his arms, dangling at their sides, were guided to Orton's hips.
007. Randy drops down onto the hotel bed after the lazy grip he held on his suitcase was released. He falls asleep, as quickly as his body hit the sheets. The Legacy team had stopped every bit of rambunctious activity in a rush to get to the second bed when they had seen just how tired their leader really had been. He was dragging throughout the day, but sex was always a given. Cody begins to complain, wanting to entice Ted further, though he is hushed quickly. Orton would have chewed their heads off and swallowed them both whole if he was woken up.
008. It was the greatest night of Michael Cole's life… An occasion of monumental proportions. A life changing experience. Cole rolled over, sunk into the mattress and panting heavily - barely breathing out the name of his lover. Oh, what a night… The body beside him turns toward him after putting out a cigarette. Cole was never going to be the same. Orton's lips blew a puff of smoke towards the ceiling; he was so mind-blowing gorgeous. The Legend Killer was everything Michael dreamed he would be. Cole suddenly realized that everything had ended much too soon.
009. Cole had assumed the two came open and willingly with the subscription to the "I'm Banging Orton," package…. But that was so far from reality that he even felt dumb for assuming it.
Something about Cody Rhodes completely infuriated the broadcast journalist. Cody was hard to please, but he was more than just the flavor of the week, or the "it" boy. Michael had to work his way up to Rhodes, while Randy offered no real help other than setting up dates and vouching for Cole. There was nothing like getting one-on-one time with Rhodes… it made Cole sweat, and not in the good way. He swore that being alone with the young man made him lose twenty pounds… the weight would have stayed off if he didn't binge on behalf of his feelings afterward. Cody made Michael appreciate having Ted much more, regardless of the fact that he wasn't very fond of DiBiase.. Ted, however, was easy to please. He reciprocated romance when Orton allowed it.
010. "I could just break up with you," Michael Cole announces in front of the locker room - loud and confident. He was an obnoxious fool.
"That's just fine with me," The Viper slams the door on his way out. It wasn't fine, however, but it could have been worse. He was lying that he would be fine, but he knew it shouldn't have mattered… it was only Michael Cole afterall. The mousey little announcer. Orton had recovered from his days of needing to please someone, to meet approval and be the perfect person in someone else's eyes. He doesn't need Cole, but that knowledge didn't make it feel okay.
011. Cody oozed sex appeal. Ted was the boy next door. …Michael was just a dork. It was a far cry from what he was used to, and no one expected Randy to love it.
012. Josh Mathews enjoyed mocking his friend to no end. Cole dreamed endlessly about Orton - it was becoming public knowledge. There was no way the little, aging, fat and annoying journalist was going to ever get a man like The Legend Killer - or anything that was not a blow up doll. Michael knew he fell for the wrong person. Michael knew he fell for the wrong person, destined to be alone, wanting the person that he did.
013. Randy sighs softly. "He wouldn't stand for this," he shook his head and ran his hand across the youngest DiBiase's cheek.
Orton was already three times taken, by Cody, Cole and Ted. He almost wishes that he knew Brett before he had known Ted - but regrets the wish immediately, too, it wasn't true. He loved Ted so much more, and had so much more with him through the years than he had with his admittedly limited times with his younger brother. "You know I would be with you if only he would let me be, Ted gets jealous…"
If Brett had hated him now, Randy would have understood. He hated saying goodbye, especially because Brett had loved hi so much. He would marry this kid now if he was not already committed to Cole, and subsequently, though not by law, to both Rhodes and DiBiase as well. Brett was good for him, a balance between his vicious tendencies and someone who was made of nothing but sweetness. "Goodbye, Baby…"
014. Randy runs his fingers through the graying hair of Michael Cole, sighing contently with the smaller man's arms wrapped around him as he's pulled close to his body and gazes into his eyes. Being gone for a week was torture, and he needed to be in his lover's arms. He was proud to be at his side, regardless of what anyone had to say. He smiles, kissing him so sweetly. Cole's touch was tender as he whispered words of affection as expertly as calling a match.
015. Cole reaches out and grabs the white and black tattooed arm of his lover - he didn't have to leave so quickly - Batista could wait. Randy turns back, not looking very phased, but Cole has a prepared plan of attack…. The announcer unbuttons his sport coat and reveals his.. Not so appetizing body; chunky and garnished with an obnoxious tie that makes Orton's lips turn up into a devious smile.