(Sorry we made you all cry. Believe me I cried plenty writing it as well. Hope you will continue to read and enjoy anyway.)

John woke awhile later and slowly sat up to look around. He saw he was alone and didn't smell his Master's scent either. John felt selfish, calling him again so he made his way downstairs to check on Randy. John searched until he reached the bedroom, seeing Randy still curled clutching the pillow with his head lowered into it.

Realization hit the older man hard as he looked at his Daddy. Randy did miss Sheamus. As always he was just concealing it. John climbed behind his boyfriend until he was almost spooning him. He could not neglect his Daddy in the sea of his grief.

"Love?" Randy called out in a cracked and muffled whisper, still seemingly asleep.

John blinked back tears hearing Randy. Hearing the man calling Sheamus his Love revealed his true feelings. "No...it's me, Daddy. Our Love is here only in spirit now I'm afraid." He whispered into Randy's ear.

Sniffles could actually be heard from Randy. His head slowly moved from the pillow he was holding. "So-Sorry, Baby Boy...I...I must have fallen asleep."

"It's okay. I did too." John soothed him as he wrapped his arms around the smaller man. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I've been so lost in my loss I forgot about yours. He was yours before he was mine."

"Yeah." Randy whispered giving another faint sniffle. "I...I just wanted to be what you needed right now. Someone str-strong to lean on."

"You are, Daddy, but you're human too. We both lost someone we care about." John kissed his neck softly. "Sweets was strong for us...our rock. And now we have to lean on each other."

Randy's body relaxed slightly at the soft kiss. "I...I think I saw him, Baby." Randy whispered, unsure he still believed it.

"Really? You actually saw him?" John sounded surprised. "I can only hear and feel him. Damn, you don't even have the charm with you."

"Well, it was a dream, Baby Boy. Makes me question did it really happen." Randy admitted as he moved a hand from the pillow to grasp John's hand. "I know I've always seemed to have a gift with dreams though."

John clutched Randy's hand. "Oh...like your dream connection when he was in that coma. What did he say...or was it private?"

"Just how you will need me, Baby...ju-just I don't know if I can give you all you will need, at least what he says you will need." Randy almost reluctantly released the pillow so he could turn to face John. Worry showed in his reddened eyes. He licked his lips before biting them. "He mentioned about you would need a new Master...or Mistress. Th-that you would feel lost without one."

John paused a moment before replying but the truth of his need was present in his eyes. "I feel torn, Daddy. I don't want a new Master...I want my Sweets...but I know he's gone...at least physically. We had a talk upstairs. I told him the submissive in me feels lost without that structure...someone to serve...wear their collar...belong to...but I want someone I can love too and I don't know if that will ever happen. I don't want another Dave...and I don't think I want a woman."

"I don't know if I could be a Master though." Randy told him. "I...I could try I guess." Sadly Randy's tone was not overly convincing. "La-Lady Lilly did voice the pos-possibility to me."

"Really?" Hope filled John's voice. "You would do that for me, Daddy? Then I wouldn't have to settle for a stranger. I only love you and my Sweets."

"Wh-what if I am not good? What if I screw up? I was a shitty sub who says I would do better as a Master?" Randy asked. The thought terrified him. He didn't want John going to look somewhere else, with someone else and fear he may leave.

"Well...if you remember Sweets was unsure when he became my Master." John reminded him. "He had only been a submissive before that and he was the best Master I could have ever hoped for. I'm not pushing you though, Daddy. Please don't feel I am."

"I...I ju-just am scared I will lose you if I don't give you what you need." Randy told him. "Shea had a good...guess you can say role model to base himself on...I don't so much. Ye-yes he was good most of the time...but then what he became. Then my Masters before him."

John's eyes lowered. "I'm placing a burden on you I shouldn't. You're not going to lose me, Daddy. I would never leave you. You're the only part of my heart I have left."

"I'm sorry, Baby Boy. Ma-maybe we can still play in the room...go wi-with you to clubs? You know like as a...um what's the term...protector?"

John nodded quickly, not trusting his voice. He knew in his heart it would never be enough but it was all he had. At least he had a man who loved him. Many people could not say even that. He needed someone to serve though...to help wash, take care of and wear their mark with pride. It was just a longing he would have to bury. "How about some food...then we can finish. Tomorrow we can look up groups for donations and maybe find someone already doing a charity auction. Any clue what type of group he would have wanted to support?" Randy asked.

John nodded. "I know a few." He whispered. "Food sounds good. I'll go put something together." He pulled away from Randy to climb out of bed.

"We didn't go shopping, Baby Boy...we can order in. I'm in the mood for pizza. It's been a while." Randy told him as he began to move from the bed.

"Okay. I'll get you your usual." John's shoulders slumped as he walked to head for the kitchen to grab a menu. He hardly felt hungry anymore despite preaching to others what to eat. He had lost over ten pounds the last time he weighed in after being the same weight since out of high school when he started lifting.

Randy bit his lips after John walked away. He didn't think he could do this and John told him he didn't have to. He could try to be assertive and tell John what to do outside the ring. He just tried, but it felt odd. He could be like his ring character...but it was that a character. A way he maybe was years ago, when he was younger and angrier.

John reached the kitchen and pulled out the menu for Randy's favorite pizza place. Where once his mouth would have watered at the options nothing looked good to him. His eyes scanned the menu as he tried to find something that wouldn't turn his already queasy stomach. He finally settled on ordering himself a chicken salad along with Randy's pizza and two bottles of tea. A salad was nowhere near what John normally ate but he just had no appetite. He sat the house phone down after making the call, absentmindedly running a hand over his bare throat as he leaned against the counter. Randy came in while John was still lost in thought. His eyes were sad seeing John's behavior. Yes, John said he would deal. Yes, John said he wouldn't ask that of him. Was it right of him though to ask John to leave a piece of himself empty and abandoned?

John jumped, his hand dropping as he heard Randy come in. "Hey...I ordered our food. I need to run upstairs and grab my wallet."

"Okay, Baby Boy...I'll move to the front sitting room." Randy went to give John a hug and a kiss before letting him go.

John walked upstairs and took his wallet off the dresser before joining Randy in the sitting room. "They said give them 45 minutes." He told the younger man as he sat on the couch.

"That's fine. So which charities were you debating about contacting?""His biggest one was Make A Wish." John told Randy. "We also supported an LGBT support group for homeless teens rejected by their parents." He moved to sit next to Randy, leaning against him. Strangely the older man had not brought up sex in over a week. Some of his drive seemed diminished by his depression.

"Well...WWE itself already does so much for Wish. So I would think the teen group is a better pick. Give them more publicity." Randy reasoned.

"Yeah. Sweets and I were quite active in the community." John replied. It suddenly dawned on him how much weight he must have lost when he realized how much larger Randy seemed than before.

"Okay so in the morning contact them, find out if they have any events already planned and if not we can find someone to help organize a silent auction." Randy told him. "I am sure I can add a few items to the offerings."

"Okay, Daddy." John told him, relieved Randy was taking charge. The food arrived a while later and they sat down in the kitchen to eat.

Randy looked at what John ordered. "You need to eat better then that, Baby Boy. Need you strong and healthy." Randy told him.

"I'm trying, Daddy. My stomach felt queasy." John told him with an apologetic look as he opened his small salad. "I just haven't felt hungry lately."

"Okay, Baby Boy...as long as you are honestly trying. When you make the calls in the morning I'll hit the store." Randy started to dig into his pizza. The smell of the pizza almost turned John's stomach as he forced himself to eat some of the chicken in his salad. It seemed the stress had taken away everything he enjoyed in life other than wrestling. He barely ate, exercised only when needed and never thought about sex.

Randy ate but kept an eye on John. He only downed two slices before closing his box. He could see it was making John green even if he wouldn't tell him. John raised his head when Randy finished. "That's all you wanted, Daddy? I thought you were craving pizza?"

"I was...I ate some of it, Baby." Randy tried to tell him. "Too much isn't good for the waistline you know."

"I don't think you have to worry about that." John smiled at him. "Your body doesn't have an ounce of fat on it."

"Thanks, Baby." Randy had a feeling he would be 'sneaking' into the kitchen while John was sleeping later. He didn't want to ruin what little appetite he seemed to have.

John ate most of the salad before standing to pick up their trash. He felt tired despite having napped earlier. "Mind if I go rest, Daddy?"

"No, go ahead. Want me to join you? I have a few boxed to finish in the bedroom." Randy tried to smile.

"Sure, Daddy. Sounds good." John put Randy's pizza away before walking to head upstairs.

Randy followed after John. Once in the bedroom he removed his shirt, setting it off to the side. John climbed into his bed and reached for the TV remote, flipping it on to look for something to occupy his evening.

Randy climbed in on the other side. He propped himself up slightly. "Want to come over here, Baby?"

"Sure." John moved over until his head was resting on Randy's chest. He had relaxed with Sheamus in the same pose many times in the past and Randy used to say they were two chicks. "Want to choose what we watch?"

"Sure, Baby." Randy reached to take the remote, brining the guide up. He stopped on one of the Fast and Furious movies.

John tried to relax and enjoy the cars and action in the movie. "Rocky's good." He commented. "Wish I had his acting skills."

"Hey, you're not shabby either, Baby...me on the other hand." Randy tried to laugh at himself.

"Hey, they gave you a movie." John protested.

"And I was way too stiff in it." Randy admitted. "You and Rock have range."

"You'll get better, Daddy. I've been in a few movies." John tried to stay optimistic. A few minutes passed before it was clear John wanted to ask something but felt nervous. "Daddy...could you...pet my head like Sweets did?" He asked at last. "If it's too much I understand."

"No it's fine, Baby." Randy wrapped his arm over John before raising his hand to pet his head lightly.

John's body relaxed at the touch, his heart warmed at Randy's efforts. "Thanks, Daddy. I won't turn you into a chick."

"Yeah, I don't see that...even though I am sure I looked like one earlier." Randy sighed.

"You were fine." John assured him. The men watched TV until it began to grow late. John was drifting to sleep on Randy's chest. Randy moved to shut the TV. He debated leaving to work on things, but something in him didn't feel right leaving John alone without warning. He just tried to shift down without disturbing John to try to get some rest himself.

The next few weeks were hard on the two men. They managed to empty the house of most of Sheamus' belongings except a few treasured items and raise a lot of money for charity. John tried to put on a happy face but everyone close to him could see he was a different man after his Irish lover's passing. The boyish fun was gone from his eyes along with the joking he was almost famous for. He only cooked and worked out when necessary and never once had he asked Randy for sex. He was still fit but had lost at least another 15 pounds of muscle. His clothes hung loose on his once bulky frame.

One Monday night after Raw three weeks after Sheamus' passing Hunter called Randy into his office while John was showering in the locker room.

Randy walked in looking. "You called for me?" He asked Hunter, seeing they were alone and no sign on cameras.

Hunter gave a sigh as he nodded, motioning to an empty chair. "I think you know why I called you, Randy. I'm very concerned about John. I'm sure you've noticed he has become a shell of his former self."

Randy sighed as he moved to the chair. "I'm not sure what else to do." He told Hunter. "I am lucky to get him to eat when he does. It's like he just doesn't care and I don't know how to break him out."

Hunter gave a nod. "It's not just the food, Randy. He went from living in the gym to barely getting his workouts in. You realize he was at 225 for his last physical a few days ago? That's an alarming amount of weight to lose in three weeks time. Hell, Seth weighs almost 220." He gave a sigh. "I don't mean to sound shallow but being strong and muscular is a big part of John's image. Fans are really talking online."

"I know that, Hunter...I am open to suggestions." Randy told him. "Maybe give him time at the center? Not saying he needs to start at basics. Of course not, but maybe seeing the fire in the fresher talent may help spark his again?"

Hunter nodded at suggestion. "Might not be a bad idea. Just between us...I know you and John are close. Does he act any different outside of work?"

"Yeah, of course. He is just very depressed, Who wouldn't be? You know John he is a heart on his sleeve type of guy. I am trying to keep him focused on other things besides what happened. Freak events, but guy can't help blaming himself."

"I know Sheamus was important to him." Hunter nodded. "He told me on the UK tour that Sheamus belonged to a formal leather group...does John miss having a Dominate?"

Randy gave a faint cough looking nervous. He didn't know how informed Hunter actually was. "Um...yes." Randy replied as his heart wanted to race. "I tried some...but it just doesn't work for us." Randy licked his lips, feeling his nerves building.

Hunter sensed Randy's nerves and softened his voice. "Look, I only asked because John confided in me that serving Sheamus made him feel fulfilled and happy. Sometimes true submissive souls feel lost without the guidance. I've seen some almost lose their minds when their collar is gone. Maybe...and this is just a suggestion...take him to a local club? Even if it's not what he really wants a few hours of submission may help his spirits."

Randy nodded. "I did offer a few weeks ago. To go with as a protector." Randy told the older man. "Seems he wants an all or nothing thing. I can try again though I guess."

"He may need a little tough love, Randy. I'm not saying to force him to go against his will...but if you tell him he's going he'll be glad he went." Hunter tried to offer the younger man a smile. "Look at it as something similar to when you and Sheamus made him take time off. I know you're not his Dom...but trust me on this. Find a place in your group, buy him a generic collar for the night and tell him he's going out. It can't make things worse."

Randy nodded. "Okay Si...Hunter."

Hunter gave Randy a smile. "That's it, Randy. You better go before John wonders where you went." Randy nodded and left almost like his feet were on fire. It was odd in some cases Hunter and he were like buddies now. Other times though he would begin to feel small and overpowered. He headed for John's locker room to meet up with him.

John had showered and dressed in a clean T-shirt and track pants. He looked toward the locker room door when Randy walked in still in his ring gear. "Hey. What kept you, Ran?"

"Sorry, Baby, just got called for business." Randy walked over, giving John a kiss. "Hey just gonna throw my shit on and shower at the hotel."

John nodded. "Okay. Daddy." He walked to pick up his duffel bag. As he bent over his pants hung so low they were almost falling off.

"We are going out tomorrow." Randy told him. "Neither of us are on Smackdown this week."

John looked surprised at the news and how Randy's tone gave no room for discussion. "Um..okay. Where are we going?"

"You'll see tomorrow, Baby Boy." In all honestly Randy wasn't even fully sure. He finished dressing and grabbed his bag. "Let's go." John followed Randy out to the rental and they made the short drive back to their hotel. He liked how assertive Randy was behaving. It seemed with the muscle and weight he had lost the younger man really towered over him now. Reaching the room Randy dropped his bags by the door. "Now for a proper shower unlike those cold arena things."

John looked hesitant as his eyes looked at Randy with a longing to serve. "M-May I wash you, Daddy?" He asked as he kicked off his shoes and sat his bag down.

"Sure, Baby...come on." Except a few kisses and holding him in bed Randy almost forgot what it was like to be touched by the older man. John followed Randy to the bathroom where he slowly stripped naked. A part of him felt like the insecure, scrawny kid in high school again. He knew his body no longer had the bulging muscles his boyfriend used to drool over. It was a small part of the reason he had not initiated anything sexual.

Randy stripped down as well, laying his clothing aside. "Set the water for us, Baby."

"Okay, Daddy." John moved to the shower and turned on the spray, setting it to a comfortable warmth. Randy couldn't help his eyes roaming over John's body. While he may have felt bad how much John had changed, he still felt the older man was good looking. He moved closer to John, letting a hand trail over his ass. Even with the weight loss it was a fine view, if anything the lost weight didn't affect it much if at all, almost seeming to accentuate iit even more.

John gave a small shudder at the touch, wondering how Randy could still want him now. "G-Guess you've noticed I've gotten smaller." He almost whispered.

"Maybe in some areas." Randy told him. "Not that I mind...I just mind the reason why."

"I'm trying, Daddy. I know I should care more...I just can't force myself to have an appetite." John told him. "God, how can you touch me? I'm nothing like the guy you used to fuck."

Randy moved his hand from John's ass to around his waist, pulling him against him. "Stop talking like that. You are still my Baby Boy. Still that man I love. Stop putting yourself down. You hear me?"

John shuddered at their closeness. "Y-Yes, Daddy."

Randy could see some of what Hunter was referring to. He would help his Baby how ever he could. He slowly released John. "Now get in." He swatted his butt. John hurried to get into the shower, relieved someone was taking charge of him and allowing him to serve. Randy followed after him, shutting the door behind him. "I missed these times, Baby."

"Me too." John admitted as he went for a washcloth and soap. "I love you so much, Daddy...I just haven't felt the drive I used to have."

"I know, Baby...I understand." Randy told him as he washed him. "I didn't want to push you...but I want you...need you."

John stood behind Randy as he washed his back. "I know, Daddy. You should never feel neglected. What do you want me to do for you?"

"What don't I want from you, Baby Boy?" Randy replied, closing his eyes. "Your mouth...your ass...fuck, anything you're willing to give." Randy voice wanted to betray him in a moan at the thoughts. "I don't know last time I had a dry spell like this."

John hung his head in shame at the need in Randy's voice. He had been so wrapped up in his pain he had neglected the man he loved. "I'm...truly sorry, Daddy. I didn't think...I'm willing to give you anything you want gladly."

"Once we are clean...I'll make you dirty again, Baby." Randy faintly smirked.

John's breath quickened at the tone of Randy's voice. "Okay." He washed Randy well much the way he had Sheamus in the past, even kneeling to get his lower legs.

"Feels good, Baby." Randy told him as he tried to get used to the feeling of being tended to.

"Thanks...turn around for me, Daddy?" John asked as he put more soap on the wet cloth.

Randy turned for John, allowing the older man to see he was already growing aroused at the idea.

John gave a small smile as he began washing Randy's chest. "Excited, Daddy?"

"Yeah, Baby." Randy licked his lips with a pant. "You know you are one gift I love to open up."

John loved how turned on his boyfriend seemed for him. It made him feel good despite his low self esteem at the moment. "I should be tight after so long, Daddy. You going to stretch me with that cock?" He tried to hurry with the washing but still be thorough.

"Oh yeah, Baby. Nice...long...and hard." He moaned faintly as his cock twitched.

John felt his own cock stir for the first time since his Master's death seeing how almost needy Randy looked. "I think you're clean, Daddy." He told him, rinsing off the cloth. "And I showered at the arena."

"Thanks, Baby." Randy turned to step out. "Hmm getting clean, to get dirty...which leads to clean again. Does that defeat the purpose?"

John had to chuckle. "I guess so. I just wanted to pamper you...I missed doing that for someone." He turned off the water before following Randy out. The chain with Sheamus' charm and Randy's dog tag never left his neck.

"It's fine, Baby, head for the bed while I get the lube that should be hiding in my suitcase." Randy told him as he headed in the direction of the bags. John dried off before walking to sit on the bed since he didn't know what position Randy wanted him in.

Randy returned looking at John. "Scoot back, Baby. I want to see those eyes as I work out all this energy on that ass."

John felt an unrelenting, deep desire to feel controlled and dominated as he watched Randy from the bed. "P-Please, Daddy...either squeeze my neck or cover my mouth when you fuck me?" He asked, the longing to submit unmistakable in his voice. He wanted to feel used...desired...overpowered. The need to submit overpowered his need for sex. "I don't want it gentle...use me to make yourself feel good." He slowly moved back on the bed to lay on his back.

Randy took a breath as he opened the lube. He would try the best he could to give John what he wanted. He squeeze some in his hand to slick his cock before climbing between John's legs. John saw the uncertainty instead of the Viper's fire in Randy's eyes and wondered what changed from the man who used to dominate and talk down to him. He swallowed a lump that suddenly formed in his throat at the thought that it had to be his appearance. The younger man used to see him as a powerful, strong man who could take the abuse he dished out. Now he was weak and fragile..pathetic. "Never mind, Daddy. Sorry I pushed too hard."

"No...NO...I want to, Baby." Randy tried to assure him. He grabbed John's one leg, pulling it around his hip to position him better. "We both need this." He used his other hand to line himself up to push in. Once the head was in he took his hand from his cock to grab near John's shoulder to thrust in fast with a grunt. John groaned at the fast stretch after close to a month being empty. It was not unwelcome though just intense. The older man had always liked sex on the rougher side.

"That's it, Baby Boy. That sweet burn isn't it?" Randy commented as he released John's leg to grip his other shoulder. He pulled back to thrust deep again with a moan.

John moaned at the hard, deep thrust, his cock twitching in response. "F-Fuck...use me...let out all that frustration, Daddy."

"Fuck yeah." Randy moaned as he continued. John felt so good, so tight. He gripped the one shoulder while his other hand moved to cover John's mouth pushing his head back. "Fuck, yeah...take it...keeping back so long." Randy panted out.

John's cock almost immediately thickened at the actions, heated, muffled moans leaving him. That was what he had longed for...to physically submit and give up his power. The smell of spice filled the older man's nose, alerting him to the fact that his Master was sharing the time with them. "That's it, Baby...take...it...all." Randy moaned, unaware of their third part being present. John's body filled with desire knowing both of his men were there at least in spirit. It was the first time he had sensed Sheamus in days. A part of him had wondered if he was really gone. John let out a heated cry as stimulation to his sweet bundle of nerves was felt all the way to his hard cock.

"Aye, that's it, Me Angel. I know ye grieve, but ye need to feel as well." Faint fingers could be felt brushing over John's abs. John closed his eyes and for a moment he could almost believe the UK mess had been a nightmare and he was with his two loves, playing just as they always did. The touches to his abs set his body on fire as deep sounds of pleasure left his chest.

"So sweet...so hot." Sheamus whispered by John's ear before touched could be felt near his neck.

"Fuck, Baby...feels so good." Randy moaned

John could almost feel Sheamus' breath in his ear. It was so real a part of him wanted to open his eyes to look but he didn't dare spoil the illusion. His cock began to throb from the two men's voices and attentions to his body. Randy moved the hand from John's shoulder to his cock to stroke it. "Fuck I wish it could last, Baby Boy...but feel so damn close...so good." John's legs trembled and he could feel the familiar build. He knew he would not be long either.

"It's fine, Angel...give in for us." Sheamus told him. Randy moaned as his thrust drew more erratic. "Ye Daddy looks so good...content."

John cried out behind Randy's hand as his body shuddered in climax, shooting his cum to coat his Daddy's hand. The waves of release seemed to go on and on as his muscles tightened around his Daddy's cock. "Fuck, yeah that's it, Baby." Randy moaned as he hit his climax a moment later. John could almost feel Sheamus brushing his head. Randy panted as he slowed down staying buried as he removed his hand from John's mouth.

"S-So good." John said, his eyes opening slowly to look at Randy.

"Glad, Baby." Randy panted before he slowly pulled out then moved to lay next to John. "So needed that."

"M-Me too." John just laid as he let reality sink in. "I forgot Sweets was gone...he was here with us...touching me...talking into my ear. I can still smell him."

"I slightly envy you at times, Baby...but isn't it odd as well?" Randy wondered how could John ever heal and let go if Sheamus' spirit haunted him.

"No...it's so real. He told me you looked so good and content...and for me to let go for you both." John said quietly. "He was touching my neck...my chest. I honestly forgot he wasn't still with us."

"If it gives you comfort, Baby...Good. You need to take better care of yourself." Randy gently scolded.

"I know...I'm honestly trying." John told him. "I used to love cooking...and eating. Now it seems I just eat to stay alive." He could still feel the lightest of touches from Sheamus, like a hand petting his head.

"He makes a good point, Angel...I helped save ya. I hate seeing ye waste it."

"Yes, Master. I'll try harder." John said out loud before thinking.

Randy swallowed a lump in his throat. "Wh-what did he say, Baby?"

"That you make good point...he helped save my life...he doesn't want to see me waste it." John repeated, shame in his eyes. "I don't mean to...I just miss him so much. It's hard...sorry, Daddy. I know it's hard on you too."

"Yeah, Baby...it is." Randy told him, rolling on his side to hold John.

"I would give anything...my money, belongings even my career to have him back again." John said, his voice breaking. "We were supposed to grow old together...three parts of a whole. I hate the Circle...I hope they rot."

"That which tained them is gone Angel." Sheamus replied.

"I know, Baby Boy...I know I grew distant in the end there...but I understand." Rand replied.

"I know." John answered them both. He felt so tired. "May I go to sleep now? It's been a long day." Every day was a long day for him anymore.

"I should clean first, even if it is just using the bathroom." Randy told him.

"Go ahead, Daddy." John told him, pulling away.

Randy rolled but shook his head realizing what he said. "Oops, damn that sex must have fried my brain. I meant you should. Don't want you leaking on the sheets."

"Okay." John agreed, standing up carefully. He looked behind him. "Please don't leave, Sweets." He then walked to the bathroom to clean off.

Randy sighed, looking around after John shut the door. "I don't know if you are still here...but this isn't healthy for him. You have to know that. How can he grieve...let go if you won't let go of him?" John hurried to wash himself down before brushing his teeth and walking back into the bedroom where Randy waited. Randy waited until John was in bed before shutting the light. "Night, Baby Boy." He moved to kiss John in the dark.

John kissed him back. "Night, Daddy. Don't be frustrated again okay? Tell me."

"Okay, Baby." Randy got comfortable next to John before falling asleep.

"Goodnight, Master." John whispered into the darkness.

"Night, me Angel. Rest well." Came the reply shortly before the presence faded. John closed his eyes and soon joined Randy in sleep.