Alright, so I'm evil, but I love the vulnerable Jeff and the superhero Randy. Something about Jeff is just so feminine, so beautiful, just begging to have him play a helpless victim in a slashy love story! It'll get better, I promise, lol.

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"60's all you got? Where the fuck is your money going?" Dave screamed, slapping Jeff acrossed the face, knocking him to the ground.

"I'm sorry." Jeff whimpered meekly, staring up at his boss shyly.

"You're the hottest bitch I have out there, and you really think I believe you only earned 60 bucks in one night?" He yelled. "What kind of drugs are you shooting? Tell me the fucking truth, you dirty slut!"

"Heroin." Jeff said quietly.

"What in the hell am I gonna do with you?" Dave sighed.

"I'll try harder tomorrow." Jeff said, standing up and wrapping his arms around Dave. Dave grabbed his throat, grasping tightly.

"Damn right, you will. I want at least 200." He hissed. Jeff nodded, fear filling his eyes. "Now go to your room." Jeff nodded, walking out of the master bedroom, into the hallway, and into the room he shared with three other "employees", Cody Rhodes, John Hennigan or as he liked to be called, "John Morrison", and Brian Kendrick. He laid down on the bed, rubbing a hand over his bruised neck before cuddling up to John, and falling asleep, crying softly as John comforted him.

Randy walked up to the house, tucking his badge in. He knocked three times. No answer. He knocked two more times. The door swung open, and a young man, about 6'1", with a slender figure, with incredible abdominals, wearing nothing but boxers, squinted up at him through long brunette hair. Randy reached into his shirt, pulling out his badge, and John's eyes widened.

"One moment." He said, running back into the house. "Jeff! Bri! Cody! Wake up, a cop's here!" They all shot up out of bed. "Come here, Jeff." John said, pulling Jeff to the secret door in the floor, opening it and helping Jeff into it. Since Jeff was a minor, they never took any chances. He blew Jeff a kiss and closed the door on him, as he coughed from the dust that flew at his face.

"Hello?" Randy walked into the room.

"Can I help you?" He turned around to look at Dave, a huge, burly man, with tattoos, crossing his arms.

"I'm with the Los Angeles Police Department, and I heard you're running an escort business." Randy looked around. "Young, good-looking boys, I'd say I heard right." He smirked as two more boys walked up behind Dave, young Ted Dibiase Jr. and Paul London. Randy heard a sneeze and looked over to the right side of the room, seeing nothing. He walked over, looking around, stepping on a wobbly board. He looked down, glanced up at Dave and kneeled down.

"Oh god." Brian whispered to John. John bit his lip nervously as Randy lifted the board, staring into those same pretty, green eyes.

"Alright, come out of there." Randy said, grabbing the slender boy under his arms, lifting him out of the floor, covered in dirt and ash. "Why was he under there?" Randy asked, dusting the young kid off.

"He likes it down there." Dave said with a shrug.

"Bullshit, someone tell the truth or I'll haul you all in." Randy warned.

"He's 17!" John blurted out of fear. Randy looked at Jeff.

"I knew you looked too young to be legal." He looked up at Dave. "Alright, I'll make you a deal… you let me take Jeff, I'll be out of your hair… but if you keep him here, I'll have a swat team on this house in an hour." Dave raised an eyebrow.

"He's all yours." He smiled. "He's free to go, all my loves are free to go." Randy nodded.

"Come on, Jeff." Jeff whimpered.

"Don't make me leave, he'll come after me." He whispered when they were out in the hall.

"No, he won't… he'll have to go through me."

"He's five times bigger than you are." Jeff cried.

"Don't worry." Randy soothed him, walking him out to his car, buckling him into the front seat, watching the tears roll down his face. "Hey…" He wiped under Jeff's eye. "You're safe now." He offered him a smile.

"So you think." Jeff almost mouthed. After they'd been driving for a bit, Jeff noticed the route they were taking. "N… no." He whined. "I don't wanna go to the hospital, please." He pleaded. Randy sighed, taking a left, starting down the way for his own house. Jeff obviously didn't want to be interviewed, checked, or bothered right now. He seemed okay, just shooken up.

They arrived at Randy's house, and walked in. A large pitbull ran up to Jeff and he yelped, jumping on the couch, curling up in the corner, staring wide-eyed at the white dog with a black spot around it's left eye. Randy smiled, rubbing the dog's head.

"This is Brandy." He said, as the dog licked him. "She's gentle, I swear." Randy offered Jeff a grin. "She'll attack you with kisses, but that's the worst damage she could do." Jeff just stared wide-eyed at the dog that had to be atleast 120 pounds. "She keeps my bed warm at night." Jeff looked up at Randy, noticing how his plump lips curled at the sides when he smirked, opening slightly to reveal pearly white teeth and shivered. He was so insecure. He was a dirty junkie who had sex for money, and Randy was a clean-cut, good-looking guy… with beautiful eyes… he was tall, and strong, but gentle. He'd always dreamed of someone, just like that.